#he was set on this path. and by god he walked it. happily.
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This may be controversial (I don't care) but I think Vauthry's my favorite FFXIV antagonist; I just want to study him like a bug
#meteion's a very close second#vauthry's just....... he's a monster. he's an unrepentant monster and the things he did are awful#but also#he is a monster deliberately created by two people#and at least one of them WANTED him to be This#he is exactly what emet-selch wanted him to become; he is this way by design#and it goes back to the subject of autonomy that runs all through shb#because vauthry chose all of the awful things he's done! he's not absolved of them!#but he also didn't choose to be born what he is and had no say in the matter#he was set on this path. and by god he walked it. happily.#is he beyond redemption? was there ever a point where he could have found redemption? would he ever even want it?#would he ever even see himself as needing redemption - he alone is 'Innocence' after all#but even alphinaud seems to believe vauthry could have used his powers for good if he'd seen fit to do so#ugh he fascinates me. wretched creature. everything about him is tragic.
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A Through Z With Nanami Kento
Nanami Kento x Reader
Can also be read here on AO3
Word Count: 14,402
Synopsis- Snippets of your life with Nanami Kento structured through words listed A-Z. Memories in pieces, a mix of Fluff, Smut and a little Angst.
Content Tags: AFAB reader descriptions, Smut, penis in vagina sex, vaginal penetration, Shibuya incident mentioned, cunnilingus
Aftercare
You had one too many to drink at the company party. The drinks had been free and you were sad so of course you overindulged. It had been a send off for your colleague, he was quitting to pursue a different career path. The man was your favorite colleague, even if he didn’t know it.
Nanami Kento, a man who you secretly crushed on in the time he worked for the corporation. 4 years was too short and you had wasted a majority of them just silently gawking at the man.
He was tall, blonde and quiet, everything you could want in a man. Of course he had no idea you existed. At least that's what you thought.
Until you were drunk, on his bed and begging him to go faster. Nanami Kento had surprised you in taking you back home. He had surprised you with a quiet drunken confession. And now he was surprising you with aftercare.
It wasn’t like the two of you had done anything more than intense vanilla sex. The pair of you were too drunk for anything past the breathless fumbling then fucking that had occurred. But the man had stamina, much more than you in your drunk state. Your core ached and you swear you could feel it all the way in your ribcage. Kento hadn’t held back when you had asked for him to go faster, the man happily obliging your cries for more.
“This might be cold.”
You shivered as he swiped the washcloth between your thighs, cleaning the mess he had left behind. Kento’s face was tinged red and you couldn’t decide if it was from the alcohol or if he was embarrassed. He was methodical, almost clinical as he cleaned you.
“Thank you.” The words were whispered, greeted by him nodding as he tossed the used cloth into a nearby hamper.
“Bathroom?” He stood, unbothered by his nakedness, one hand extended. Kento was built, the dull suits he wore hiding a god-like physique beneath. You paused, then nodded, taking it and allowing him to pull you to your feet. Your legs were like jello, trembling the moment you put your weight on them. Kento was quick to hook his arm about your waist, practically carrying you to the bathroom. After setting you on the toilet, he was quick to exit, allowing you privacy. It was surprising. A level of care you hadn’t really experienced before.
As you exited the bathroom he was quick to help you back to the bed. Your legs weren’t total jelly, but you still appreciated the gentle hand on your elbow. Flopping back on the bed, you let out a sigh. Despite still being drunk you knew the next step was the ‘walk of shame’ back to the train station. If they were even still running.
You looked up as Kento sat next to you on the bed, the man passing you your phone. It was as if he were psychic. It was late and at this rate, there was no way for you to make it to the train without running.
You jumped as his hands made their way back onto your skin. Kento’s large hands were warm and you made a noise of surprise as he began gently kneading at your right hip.
“I heard it pop.” He murmured gently, strands of blonde hair hiding his eyes. You flushed, letting out an embarrassed laugh. He had been drilling into you so relentlessly that you didn’t think he had heard.
“Thank you.” Your tone was soft as you allowed yourself to settle back on the bed. In truth both sides of your hips ached. Working in the office left little time for working out and sitting at a desk all day meant tight hips. Kento had stretched you in more ways than one. You had known he was tall, but you had no idea how built he was until you were under him.
“I have tea if you’d like it before sleeping. Might help prevent a hangover.” He looked up from where he sat, one warm hand pressed flat against the soft skin of your stomach. You raised an eyebrow in surprise, still feeling a bit hazy from the alcohol churning in your system.
“You want me to stay?”
Kento shifted slightly, one hand adjusting his glasses as he stared at you. He seemed uncertain, the emotion looking completely foreign on his face.
“I was rough and it’s late.” He paused, swiping a stand of hair from his face. “But I can call you a cab if you’d like.”
You shook your head, quietly murmuring you’d love to stay. It felt strange. You had lusted silently for the man for ages and now he was asking you to stay the night. It felt domestic in a way.
Kento brought you tea, and a freshly baked muffin. He insisted you eat it, noting that you had had more alcohol than food at the party. Sheepishly you accepted, moaning as blueberry and vanilla met your tongue. As you lay in bed he murmured about the bakery he frequented, how it was small but always had fresh items. You ate as carefully as you could, not wanting to spill crumbs everywhere. Despite him insisting you didn’t need to move, you had noted how clean his home was and didn’t want to make a mess.
Despite his normally stand-offish and quiet appearance, Kento was sweet. A lot sweeter than any lover you had before him. After tea and a snack, he crawled into bed with you, murmuring it was lucky neither of you had work the next day. You fell asleep in his arms, feeling warmer and safer than you had in ages.
Biting
You hadn’t ever thought of yourself as someone who liked biting. It had never come up with previous partners and Kento tended to not initiate new things in the bedroom without first sitting down and talking with you about it. Not that your sex life was planned out, far from it, but the man wanted you to feel safe. An appreciated gesture given you had been surprised in other relationships before, unpleasantly so.
Kento also made sure the conversations were lax. There was never any pressure for you to say yes. Nor did you ever feel like you couldn't bring up your own suggestions. He was always open to your ideas. It was just two adults conversing about their wants or needs.
So when he suddenly latched onto the back of your neck, teeth dully pressing into your flesh, you were surprised to say the least. He had you on your hands and knees, one hand gripping your hip with bruising force as he thrust into you. You nearly stopped the movement of your hips, the surprise hit you with such force. In part because he hadn’t ever mentioned it before and because it made you cum without warning.
You gasped as your orgasm hit you, arching against the man as he continued thrusting into your wet heat. His grip on your waist and neck kept you in place as you shuddered through the orgasm. Hips stuttering erratically, your walls fluttered about him, overstimulated as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your back was molded firmly to his chest, unable to move as his cock dragged back then slammed back to the hilt. Kento groaned against your skin, hips stuttering against yours as he quickly followed you, flooding you with his seed.
“Sorry.” He gasped, finally releasing your neck. You fell forward, gratefully curling against the pillows, ass still in the air. His cum dripped down your thighs and you shivered as the cool air of the room hit your still sensitive core.
“Sorry.” Kento sounded stressed, the man quickly cleaning your before gently helping you to your side. His brow was furrowed, fingers gently probing the red mark he had left. He looked distressed, eyes worriedly searching your face for any signs of discomfort. You offered him a sleepy smile, waving off his next attempt at an apology.
“That was nice.”
He seemed surprised at your response, hand frozen halfway to his face, his glasses dangling from his fingers. One eyebrow raised he sat still as you sat back up, stretching languidly. You moved closer, grabbing his glasses and setting them on the bedside table.
“You have time for another round right?”
The man blinked at you, then nodded, offering you a small smile before crawling back into bed with you.
Coffee
Nanami Kento was a man of habit. He woke up at the same time each morning, ate the same breakfast and had the same cup of coffee before leaving. Even on the weekends he followed the same schedule. You knew he did it for a sense of normalcy. All Kento had told you about his new job was that it was a teaching position and apparently his star pupil was also a bit of a delinquent. So the schedule was important and followed religiously.
Except when he slept at your apartment. You barely had a schedule. It was normal for you to snooze your alarm more than once. You often skipped breakfast and coffee was something you got on the way to work. The weekends were even more spontaneous. You woke up when you woke up. No alarm was set and you would often roll out of bed in the early afternoon. It was a schedule of sorts, but one you knew had your boyfriend on edge.
So you woke up as early as you could stand one Saturday morning. He had an odd weekend assignment and had fully intended on returning home after diner. But one thing led to another and the pair of you ended up tangled in the sheets, exhausted and satisfied.
Thankfully, even sleepy and mind hazy from sex, you had had the wherewithal to set an alarm.
It chirped, annoyingly happy as you slid from the warm tangle of sheets and Kento’s arm. He barely moved, the man apparently exhausted enough to keep sleeping.
6:40 am. A cursed time you thought tiredly as you shuffled to the kitchen. The sun was just starting to kiss the sky, orange spreading slowly across the remnants of night’s purple. You flicked on the kitchen light, knowing that even though it spread down the hall, it wouldn’t be enough to wake the man. Coffee was easy enough to make silently, the small pot never making much more than a little bubbling noise. Eggs were a different story. You winced as the metal pan let out a small scraping noise as you removed it from its spot in the cabinet.
“You’re lucky I love you.” The words were whispered as you tiptoed about the kitchen. You hadn’t told him of course. Love was a word you were almost afraid to bring up. It had only been a week since the two of you officially started dating, despite months of passionate sex. In truth you might’ve been happy with just being his fuck buddy. When you originally had brought up dating he had balked at it, unnaturally brushing off the topic. But with time he eventually was the one to bring it up, quietly admitting his job made relationships difficult but that with you, he wanted to at least try.
So you were dating but you were still nervous about admitting to him that you loved him. So instead you were content with small acts of love.
The smell of coffee filled the kitchen and you smiled as you heard Kento’s alarm go off. The man was quick to rise, dressing before he entered the kitchen.
“What's all this?” He genuinely looked surprised, hands pausing before finishing the knot on his tie. It was the same suit as he had on yesterday and you made a mental note to ask if he wanted to keep an extra one at your place. You were certain his students couldn’t care less, but you knew your boyfriend did.
“Breakfast.” You smiled, sliding the two fried eggs onto a plate. He took it quietly, sitting at your small kitchen table as you quickly poured a fresh cup of coffee. Black coffee and two fried eggs. It was an incredibly simple breakfast, one that indicated to you he was always pressed for time. He had mentioned it only once but you remembered.
“Thank you.” He shot you one of his rare smiles, sipping the steaming cup of coffee. You hummed in response, settling across from him with your very sweetened coffee in hand.
Dessert
“Are you sure?”
You nodded, cheeks flushed. Propped up on your elbows, you stared up at Nanami. You were entirely naked, nipples erect and core already dripping wet. Kento was still mostly dressed, missing just his jacket and shoes. He looked serious, tie tossed over one shoulder and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. What was less serious was the can of whipped cream he held in one hand.
The man was uncertain on how to proceed. He wasn’t one for sweets, he had advised as such ages ago. And yet he had been the one to suggest bringing a can of whipped cream into the bedroom.
‘Something I had seen’ He had said. You assumed porn and had agreed wholeheartedly. It was something you had always wanted to try but the idea usually just bounced around in the back of your skull, half forgotten.
Kento shook the can, a look of pure concentration settling on his face as he began to spray a neat circle around your nipple. You inhaled sharply, the cold whipped cream sending goosebumps across your skin. Kento paused at the noise, then continued, cheeks flushing as he covered your other nipple as well. You bit back a laugh, the man looked vaguely concerned as he placed the can to one side.
“How do you feel?” He tugged off his tie, tossing it aside as he took in the already melting cream on your breasts.
“Like a dessert.” You couldn’t hold back the giggle, your laughter growing as the small mounds of whipped cream jiggled with each laugh. Kento smiled at that, a small huff of laughter escaping his lips.
There was a moment of silence between the two of you. Anticipation built between the two of you until finally he leaned in.
As with everything, Nanami Kento was a careful man. You let out a low moan as his tongue lapped at one nipple, cutting a path through the light cream and flicking against your nipple. He leaned closer, warm breath against your skin as he wrapped his lips around your nipple.
You groaned, back arching off the bed slightly as his teeth scrapped against your skin. His hands were on your hips, pulling them up, pressing your dripping core against the front of his slacks. You gently canted your hips against his, the rough fabric sending a wave of pleasure coiling through your abdomen.
His hair was coming loose, strands tickling against your skin as he sucked your nipple. Kento pulled free with a pop, laving his tongue across your chest to the other breast. Whipped cream was smeared against his left cheek, the messy sight adding to the erotisism of his actions.
You could feel his erection straining against his slacks. The tent of fabric rubbing at your core as he rocked shallowly into you. The pants were certainly ruined, even without looking you knew he would have to throw them out. Your wet cunt was sliding against his erection easily, the grinding building the heat in your abdomen. It coiled, growing tight as you chased your release.
His grip tightened, pulling you closer as he ran his tongue across your nipple. You moaned, hips bucking wildly in his grip. Your clit scraped across the smooth button of his slacks, sending a burst of pleasure through your veins. Kento felt you shudder, moving your hips higher. He rolled his hips against yours, catching your clit again.
Teeth scraping against your nipple he ground against you, the tent of his erection catching against your entrance. You could feel the slickness of your own arousal sliding down the back of your thighs as you opened your legs wider, the need to be penetrated fueling your actions.
Kento groaned against your breast, lips latching onto your nipple. Warm saliva mixed with the melting whipped cream spread across your chest as he sucked. The man grunting with each thrust against you. You moaned as his erection slid across your clit, shuddering as you finally came. Hips canting into his you moaned, cunt fluttering around nothing.
“Good girl.” He breathed, finally pulling away from your nipples. Kento’s face was bright red, lips smeared with whipped cream.
You snorted, running a finger along his cheek before popping it in your mouth. It was sweet and tasted like Nanami’s kisses.
Eager
Nanami Kento was eager to eat pussy. It was something you honestly weren’t surprised to learn. While you hadn’t been with many men, you had come to realize a constant in your life. Quiet men ate pussy like they were starving. You weren’t sure if it was something that was just a fact of life or an effect you had on quiet men. Either way, you enjoyed it immensely.
What was a surprise was how and when he would initiate the act. Sometimes you were at home, sometimes in the car. It was like he would get hit by lightning, eager and quietly asking for you to spread your legs.
This time was different. Nanami Kento was rarely ruffled by life, always well dressed, hair in place. But when you were asked to the main lobby of your workplace, you found a version of your boyfriend that was almost feral. His jacket was sitting awkwardly on his shoulders, hair mussed and tie shoved into one pocket. If you didn’t know better you would assume he had been in a fight.
He had asked if you could take the rest of the day and you had nodded, concerned something was wrong. Something was, not that he would divulge. His work was something he outright refused to talk about when you asked. You had gotten your purse and quietly followed him onto the sunny street.
Down one street, then another. He had taken your hand so thankfully you didn’t get lost. But in your heels and at the pace he was walking, you found yourself stumbling more than once. Nanami was a man possessed. It was concerning but you were silent, knowing that eventually he would let you in, tell you what was troubling him.
And suddenly, you found yourself in a small lecture room. A map was taped over the chalkboard, a small tv on the lecture table. The room was empty, desks and chairs neatly lined up.
“Kento whats wrong?” You were slightly out of breath, taking stairs in heels was already difficult. Adding in your over 6 foot boyfriend practically dragging you up the stairs and you were surprised you hadn’t fallen.
“On the desk.” It was a command, his voice was husky, eyes hidden behind the colored lens of his glasses. You complied, confused as you watched him strip his jacket off. His side was injured, you realized. As if he had been sliced by a large knife. You gasped, moving to stand and froze as he barked for you to stay put.
Nanami Kento was a strict man, a quiet rule follower. But he had never been this commanding.
“Just please.” His tone softened, the man taking in the rigid set of your shoulders. “Please let me do this.”
You blinked as he kneeled before you, removing his glasses and handing them to you. Taking them gingerly, you searched his face, confused by the desperate look on his face.
“Just indulge me. Please.”
You gave him a nod, setting his glasses to the side and running your hand through his hair. He was sweating slightly and your gaze again drifted to the blood staining his side. Everything within you was screaming to insist he go to the hospital. But his hands were already on your knees, pushing your skirt up.
You lifted yourself slightly, the skirt bunching around your waist. Kento let out a small sigh, large fingers hooking around the waistband of your underwear and pulling.
You squeaked as the fabric simply tore. He had had no intention of sliding them off. No, Nanami Kento had wanted quick access to the trembling heat between your thighs.
His strong fingers dug into the fat of your thighs, holding your legs in place as he inhaled deeply. You flushed, swallowing thickly as you waited for him to make his move.
His nose nudged against your clit as he pressed his tongue flat against your folds. You let out a low sigh, hips canting forward in response as he moaned against your cunt. Nanami licked along your folds, tongue flicking at your clit.
Your fingers slid through his hair, pulling his face closer. His lips found your clit, sharply sucking the bundle of nerves. You moaned quietly, bucking against his face as he gently pulled at your clit.
The quiet classroom was filled with the low noises made by Nanami’s mouth. His tongue lapping through your folds like a man starving. Teasing his tongue around your entrance, he dragged the warm appendage upwards, circling your clit before returning his attention to your entrance.
His tongue pushed gently into your wet heat, the spongy walls easily stretching to accommodate him. Kento groaned as you tugged at his hair, the tip of his nose nudging your clit as his tongue delved deeper within you.
The heat in your stomach was building. Release was always quick when he ate you out. Nanami Kento was skilled with his mouth, the man’s determination drawing orgasm after orgasm from you with ease. Even now, your legs shook, breath stuttered in your chest. The walls of your cunt fluttered about his tongue and you moaned as he tugged your forward, your ass practically hanging off the desk as he fully sat you on his face.
It had to be uncomfortable, but Nanami showed nothing but eager enjoyment. With his hands, he gently rocked you against his face, setting an easy pace that had your clit hitting the tip of his nose dead on.
You fell back on your elbows, hands leaving his hair as you bucked against the warmth of his mouth. Chasing your end, you opened your thighs wider, quietly begging him to fuck you. Nanami ignored the request, pressing his tongue flat against your folds and licking upwards, eyes closed as he drank you in.
Low, husky moans of pleasure left his throat, gently vibrating against your flesh. Kento had once told you that the taste of your juices was like an aphrodisiac for him. The man couldn’t get enough. Each drag of his tongue was just as much for him as it was for you.
You grinded down upon his face, shuddering as his tongue swirled against your entrance, circling before flicking upwards again. His actions became more aggressive, the man licking and sucking at your clit with a sudden fever that had you cumming without warning.
You gasped as you came, legs snapping shut around Kento’s head. The man continued his actions, lapping at your cunt as you moaned and shuddered above him.
“Fuck.” His lips left you finally, face wet and cheeks flushed. Kento swiped his face clean, wincing as he stood.
“Shit! Kento, Your side!” You shook off the afterglow of your orgasm, shakily getting to your feet and tugging your skirt back into place. The man looked at the now larger patch of blood and sighed, nodding once in your direction.
“I have a colleague on the way.”
It was all he offered. No explanation for either the wound or the intense need he had. You settled in one of the free seats, shaking your head when he advised you could go home. He could keep his secret but you weren’t going to leave until help had arrived.
Fever
Some idiot had come to work sick. It had spread through the office like wildfire, making you question how much the people you worked with actually washed their hands. Half your department was out and here you were, head hazy as you squinted at the computer screen. Each word took two or three passes to read. Your eyes didn’t want to focus, the pounding in your head somehow also in your eyes.
A fever. Not enough to be sent home according to your boss. The man had of course told you this via email, merely peeking at you through the privacy blinds in his office.
Somehow he had missed this round of illness. Probably due to the fact that he was never in office. The man had more golf meetings then you had thought possible. No one liked golf that much. But apparently he did, the man practically skipping out of the office not 5 minutes after the email, golf bag in hand.
Normally you would be angry, the fire fueling your work and getting you through the day. But not today. Even blinking was getting to be too much. Each eyelid had to be at least 10 pounds. You found your head weaving slightly, the weight of your hair, your teeth, it was all too much. Letting out a sigh, you leaned forward, placing your head in your hands. It was only 1 pm, you had at least 4 more hours to get through. Your eyes slid shut, a small reprieve from the weight of everything.
“Shit.” You straightened, blinking the hazy fog from your mind. You had fallen asleep. Slumped awkwardly on your desk, forehead stuck to the keyboard. Peeling yourself free, you glanced at the clock.
5:15pm. You had slept past the end of day. Not that anyone had noticed, the few people left in the office were clearly doing as bad as you, sluggish typing away. Logging off, you stood, legs feeling like they were made of pipe cleaners.
Purse in hand you wobbled your way to the stairs and down to the first floor. It was three blocks to the train station. Then 15 minutes to your stop and 2 blocks home. Normally it was travel you enjoyed. End of the work day meant home, food and potentially Nanami. But today?
Today you prayed you could make it home without passing out.
On your pipe cleaner legs, you shakily made your way home. More than once you paused to just breathe, the pounding in your head making it hard to even just exist. You missed your normal train, but thankfully only had to wait an extra 6 minutes for the next one. The train was the easiest part, an older man catching onto the fact that you weren’t doing the best and offering you his seat.
Somehow, you made it to your apartment. You had the wherewithal to lock the door behind you and then you were on the kitchen floor. It was so cool, the tile like a kind hand against the heat radiating from your face. The urge to sleep over took you and shivering, you gave in.
When you awoke again, you were warm. Too warm. Struggling, you realized there was pressure all around you and you couldn’t move your arms. Panic swelled in your veins, overtaking the haze that still clung to you.
“Hey. It's me. It’s ok.” You relaxed as you recognized Nanami’s voice. He had apparently come over and moved you from the kitchen to your bed. Wrapped around you, the man had a book in his free hand, glasses balanced precariously on the end of his nose. It was sweet and you smiled lazily before stiffening.
“You’ll get sick.” You moaned, trying to squirm away from him. Nanami ignored your protests, tucking the blankets more firmly about you. It was hard to fight him. Your boyfriend’s quiet insistence that you sleep was easy enough to indulge. The man was too big and too warm, like the world's best pillow. You found yourself drifting asleep again, head tucked in the crook of his arm. Nanami was the perfect man. He smelled of fresh laundry and bread. As you gave into sleep, you felt his lips against your forehead.
A kiss? Perhaps, but more likely the man was checking your temperature. Nanami was responsible like that.
Gentle
He was always so gentle in everything dealing with you. It was as if he were afraid that you were going to break if he made a single misstep. It was aspects of life you didn’t even always think of, like when he would gently move you mid-sentence a little further from the street corner. Sometimes it annoyed you. Like when he would never let you walk past the opening of an alleyway, making any walk you took a strange tango of you on one side of him then the other. Or how he insisted you wait for him if it were past a certain time at night. No more late night trips to the convenience store, at least not alone.
But as annoying as it could get. He was gentle with you. Soft suggestions, lingering touches, a look that set your heart a flutter. The small odd habits of his were easy enough to ignore. In truth you hadn’t had a boyfriend before that was so gentle. It made you feel special in a way.
So you accepted the gentleness.
Nanami seemed to walk in a world full of harsh and hidden threats. It made you wonder sometimes. Sitting across from him on the rare dates you too made. There were moments between his gentleness where you could see the part of himself he kept hidden away. It was hard, lined with sharp edges and a sharper gaze. And then it would be gone, covered by the Nanami you knew. It didn’t scare you, whatever it was he was dealing with was clearly something larger than life. He had to be sharp to survive it.
“What has you so frustrated?”
You blinked as Nanami leaned forward, eyebrows furrowing as he took in your expression. You could feel the frown pulling your lips down and you let out a small sigh. He was soft again, his hand gently laying over yours on the table.
“Just thinking.” You offered up a smile. He seemed satisfied with that answer, leaning back in his chair and looking out the window again. All of Tokyo bustled by, the streets buzzing with life. You ignored it in favor of him, watching as the gentleness melted again for a second, the sharp look returning to his face.
You hoped whatever it was he was facing, it wouldn’t steal what remained of his gentle soul.
Hair
His hair was always parted exactly the same, perfectly in place. Each strand had a place to be and knew to neatly sit. Had you not seen his morning routine and the careful combing and light gel he used, you would have assumed the man had a psychic hold over his hair. No matter if he had work or not, his hair was always neatly done. You could ask him to run to the store quick late at night and without a doubt, he’d fix his hair.
Habit he had told you. Habit and wanting to still appear professional. Even though he wasn’t a salary man anymore, he still dressed like one. At a glance he blended in with the masses that shuffled through the streets of Tokyo.
His hair being let down was something reserved just for you. When he was sleeping, after a shower and of course during intercourse. You purposefully threaded your fingers through his hair every chance you got.
He had the odd habit of swiping it back in place, even when in the midst of eating you out. It never went back quite right after you had mused it. Golden strands would still hang in front of his flushed face.
“You can leave it down.” You had laughed one evening, breathless from the two rounds of sex you had. Kento raised an eyebrow, gently setting the glass of water he had retrieved on the night stand. On his way to the kitchen he had again slicked his hair back as best as he could.
“Leave what down?” He sat on the edge of the bed, sliding back under the covers. Despite having spent the last hour fucking your brains out he had already snatched his book from the bedside table.
“Your hair.” You laughed again, reaching up to ruffle his hair. Kento gave you a look, free hand already sneaking up to fix what you had undone. Even at his most vulnerable he was perfectly kempt.
Insatiable
You don’t know what had happened that night. All you knew was he came over to your place, stitches along one side and a dark look in his eyes.
“Can I come in?” For the first time ever you hesitated, worry chewing at your stomach as you took in his battered appearance. He looked tired and on the verge of passing out.
“I need to relieve some stress. If that’s alright with you?” He was polite as always, asking for consent before even inside your apartment. You nodded, stepping aside and letting him in.
Stress relief for Nanami Kento was apparently as many rounds of sex as you could withstand.
Despite having his side stitched and bruises, he was a man starved, ignoring pain as he tried to satiate his hunger.
The first round was fine as was the second. By the third your hips were sore and you weren’t sure you could cum again. And by the fourth you were a mess, his cum dripping from between your thighs, drool staining one cheek. Your face was pressed into the pillow, ass in the air as he drilled into you.
“One more.” Kento huffed, the rough pad of his thumb pressed against your clit. You groaned, unable to tell him that you couldn’t, that it was all too much. You had already cum five times. Each one was more intense than the last and now just the sensation of his cock buried within you was too much.
You moaned as his hand left your hip, tangling in your hair and tugging you upright. It changed where his cock was hitting with each thrust.
“You can do it.” His warm breath was in your ear, hips snapping in a ruthless rhythm. You let out a small whimper, hips trying and failing to keep pace with him. He shifted his hand from your hair to your breast, tweaking the nipple roughly.
It was all too much. The tight heat in your belly just kept building with no end in sight. Your abdominal muscles felt weak, stomach clenching weakly as he let out a grunt. The sound sent a shudder through you and you moaned as he brought his fingers to your mouth, sliding them in. You bit lightly on the digits, legs shaking as you struggled to remain upright. He had you locked against his chest, balancing you on his thighs as he thrusted upwards.
Faintly you wondered if you should ask to stop, to check his wound because surely he had ripped some stitches. But your mind was too hazy, drool dripping from your lips as he finally made you cum.
You let out a low groan, cunt weakly fluttering about his cock.
“Good girl.” Nanami grunted, pulling his fingers from your mouth to pull your hips tightly against his. Somehow he still had energy. You fell forward, sighing against the pillow as he picked up the pace, slamming into you with low groans.
He was never very vocal in bed, normally you would get a low huff or moan. But this side of Nanami, the hungry beast who was fucking you like it was the last thing he’d ever get to do. He was very vocal.
Nanami finally came, letting out a low ‘fuck’ as he did so. You flopped onto one side, looking up at him through half closed eyes. His side seemed alright, red near the stitches but nothing seemed to be bleeding.
He was panting, sweat dripping down his chest as he stared down at you. Still kneeling, cum dripped from the tip of his still half hard cock. You noted that his thick patch of pubic hair was soaked from making you cum so many times.
One hand swiped through his hair, pushing the sweaty locks from his eyes. The heavy look that had been in his eyes had disappeared.
“Shower?” He was out of breath, hand going to the stitches on his side. You nodded and then laughed.
“I gotta wait till my legs work.” You laughed again at the expression that crossed his face. An odd mix of pride and apology.
“Bath then?”
You nodded at that, feeling as if your bones were made of jello as he picked you up and made his way to the bathroom. Despite how tired you felt, you let him fuck you again in the bath.
Jacket
You had fallen in love with him in your first week at the office. It was your first corporate job, and you had realized quickly that getting to the train and making it to the office on time required intense time management. On your 4th day, there was rain. You hadn’t bothered looking at the weather ahead of time. And like an idiot, you never bothered with an umbrella in your bag.
Your walk to the train had quickly turned into a run. The sudden rain pelted you, an icy torrent that had you shivering as you skidded onto the train. Your skirt was mostly fine, the black fabric was damp. But your shirt, a plain white blouse that you wore every day, was now see through.
It was a nightmare scenario and you felt frozen. People were staring, the train doors had already closed and you couldn’t stop shivering.
“Here.” A warm jacket was slid about your shoulders. You flinched, turning to see a vaguely familiar face. A tall man, blonde hair and silver glasses. His name was Ken? Or maybe Kensei?
He worked in your office, you had seen him on the same floor as you, often looking as if he hadn’t slept in days. You thankfully slide your arms into the jacket, buttoning the front as best you could. It made the shirt less noticeable and you thanked him quietly. He hadn’t said anything back, just nodded and adjusted his tie.
The rest of the day you found yourself wandering near his end of the department’s floor, hoping to find out what his name was. He was quiet and kept to himself. And it wasn’t until the next day that you found out his name.
“Oh you mean Nanami Kento?” Your colleague looked up from her computer screen. “Tall blonde right?”
You nodded, thanking her and quickly making your way over to his desk. He hadn’t noticed you at first, blinking up at you blearily when you finally mustered the courage to say his name.
“Your jacket, thank you.” You held the garment out to him, noting the dark bags under his eyes. The man took the jacket with a small nod, turning back to the screen before him.
As you walked back to your desk, you realized your cheeks were flushed and that you had a massive crush on Nanami Kento.
Kisses
Your first kiss had been sweet. Kento had leaned in, warm hand tilting your head up to catch your lips with his. It was a quick kiss, you were too nervous to press for anything more. The man had fucked you not 24 hours prior but on your first date you were a nervous schoolgirl again.
Your second kiss had been on the train. He had offered to pick you up after work, the plan was to go to his house for dinner. You were tired, almost too tired to stand for the short ride to his apartment. Kento had been standing in front of you, blocking the crowd that pressed in behind two of you. He had leaned in without warning, pressing his lips to yours. The action surprised you for a moment before you leaned in, hands grabbing the edges of his jacket to keep steady.
Your third kiss had been later that night. After dinner and spending some time reading, you had found yourself in his bed, clothing scattered about the floor and the man buried balls deep in your pussy. You had been the one to initiate the kiss, hands sliding over his shoulders as you pressed your lips against his. He had accepted eagerly, thrusting lazily into you as your lips slid against each other. His tongue had slid into your mouth, laving against the roof of your mouth as you moaned against his lips. Back arching, you licked his teeth, tongue running along his bottom lip. He kept you beneath him that night for hours, his lips finding yours with a polite hunger.
Lace
You wore nothing but lace. The scraps of fabric barely covered your skin. Your nipples pressed against the scratchy fabric and you resisted the urge to move. This was a surprise and you had assumed what you thought was the perfect pose. It wasn’t a special day, you had just felt like treating the man. He was always exhausted and even if all you got was quiet and warm words in response, you would be happy.
The only problem was, Kento was late. Your phone sat on the bedside table, silent. There was the urge to grab it to call him, but in the back of your mind, you were certain the second you moved, he would enter the room.
Time moved slowly and you cursed the man for being so with the times that he had no clock in the bedroom. You had expected it of the man, some clunky square clock that would blare it's alarm. But no, he used his phone like the rest of the world.
Without wanting to you found yourself flopping onto your back with a small huff. Your phone chimed confirming the worst. Nanami had to work overtime. You stared up at the ceiling, hoping he would be safe. Hoping that whatever he would fight would be weaker than him.
“Oh!” You had drifted off, despite being practically naked and on top of the blankets sleep had set in. But now you were awake, hazily clawing yourself from sleep as a wave of pleasure coiled in your gut.
Kento was between your thighs, tongue lapping at your wet folds. The crotchless lace underwear had been the right choice. You sleepy congratulated yourself on that, thighs opening wider to allow him more access.
Kento was naked, fresh from a shower, his glasses perched neatly on his nose. His cock hung heavy between his legs, dripping precum onto the bed. You shivered at the sight, bucking your hips against his face as he made another pass with his tongue.
“You got all dressed up for me. I couldn’t help myself.”
Nanami was a man of few words when it came to sex. A command here of there, the occasional praise. But for the most part he was as stoic with sex as he was with the rest of life.
Tonight something was different. Face buried in your cunt, one hand came up, roughly squeezing your breast. The lace scratched at your nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure straight to your cunt.
Kento groaned into your folds, his other hand sneaking between your thighs, a single finger gently sliding into your entrance. You bucked up against him, gasping as a second finger quickly joined, stretching your walls. Arousal slicked your thighs, dripping around his fingers and onto the mattress.
“Good girl.” He panted, his glasses were fogged, the heat of your core apparently enough to do so. You shivered at his praise, silently moaning as he lapped at your clit. His eye contact was intense, unblinking as he watched you squirm. The hand on your breast kept you in place, unable to escape the gentle thrusting of his fingers or the intent drag of his tongue against your clit.
Your legs shook, the pleasurable throbbing heat in your abdomen building.
“Not yet.” Nanami barked, lifting his head from your folds. His lips and cheeks smeared with your juices. You whined, hips still canting against his fingers as you tried and failed to chase the orgasm that had almost hit.
He sat up, fingers leaving your cunt as he swiped a hand across his face. Kento’s hair had fallen from his perfect part, the messy look adding to the odd fervor thrumming in his veins.
You shifted as he moved closer, letting your legs fall open further as he nestled between them. Nanami was warm, his thick cock standing upright, precum leaking down onto your clit as he steadied himself above you.
For a moment there was silence, Kento’s piercing gaze searching your face. The sharpness and exhaustion that lived in his face lifted for a moment and he offered you one of his rare brilliant smiles.
“I love you.”
You blinked, mind swimming from beneath the haze of arousal as you took in his words. It was a shock, it was exhilarating, you felt your heart in your throat.
“I love you too.”
Miss
After everything that had happened. After all you had been through. Nothing hurt more than the ache of missing him. You had barely made it out alive. Your body had been badly injured, Shoko unable to repair some of the damage, even with her amazing ability.
The joint aches, the burns, the nerve damage. None of it compared to the pain of losing Nanami.
The worst part was how missing him was woven into everything. The simple act of waking up was painful. The bed you had shared feeling so cold and empty.
Walking around the house he had bought, the house you had shared. He was everywhere and nowhere all at once.
The books that made you cry, their spines perfectly aligned, sitting on a desk that grew more dusty by the day. A shared closet full of suits and button ups that sat dark and closed. You had stopped wearing dresses and skirts, not wanting to glimpse the gray and blue that sat within.
Your heart ached whenever you showered, the bottles of shampoo and body wash sitting untouched, save for when you would dare open one and sniff it gently.
It was a pale imitation of the man who would wrap you in his arms. It didn’t carry the warmth he had.
You missed him so much that it physically hurt to be awake. Days were spent in bed, wrapped in one of his shirts until his scent wore off. Your eyes were puffy from crying, body growing weak from your neglect. And none of it mattered because he was gone.
Your rock, your tall blonde who always looked at you as if you were the most priceless jewel.
Shoko tried her best to tend to you. The tired brunette had lost her best friend, had seen her other best friend's dead body walking around, cursed. She was as broken as you were. And yet she persisted.
“It’ll always be there.” She let out a stream of smoke, looking out at the small backyard. You sat with her on the back patio, wrapped in a blanket. She had come over, offering up baked goods and a tired smile.
“It’s like a hole right in your soul. Heavier than anything in this world.” Shoko took another drag, glancing at you from the corner of her eye as she held onto the smoke for a moment.
“The trick is to not let it consume your entire being.”
You rubbed a hand across your cheek, staring out at the night sky.
“What if I want to?” The pain was throbbing, the void where he existed raw and agonizingly empty.
Shoko let out her lung full of smoke, shrugging slightly, “You’ll become cursed or maybe a curse yourself.”
You didn’t say anything, staring up at the night sky. Nanami wouldn’t want this for you. But he wasn’t here anymore.
You existed, in pain and missing him. And how you wished you didn’t.
Night time
Since you had moved into his house, night time had become more enjoyable. Nanami was lucky, his small and tidy house also having a small and tidy yard. It was quaint, a small chunk of earth that felt separate from the rest of the city.
It was better than the small balcony your apartment had come with. The rickety iron and crumbling concrete had meant you only felt safe putting a plant or two out there. For the most part you had ignored it, seeing it as only a means to have to listen to the sounds of the city and smell cigarette smoke.
“Outside again?”
Kento’s voice was low, husky with the remnants of sleep. He had been napping after a mission so you had come outside to bask under the stars.
“Some people would call it moon bathing.” You laughed, setting your book aside. Kento had bought you a nice wicker loveseat for the back patio and you were curled up on it, a heavy blanket wrapped about you.
Shifting, you made room as he sat beside you, the man tugging a corner of the blanket over himself. His hair was down, the blonde strands looking silver tinted in the dim light spilling from the house.
“What are you thinking about?” His voice was low, one arm wrapping around your waist as you snuggled against his chest.
“How the world doesn’t seem real from here.” You looked up at the twinkling stars, hardly believing you were still in the city. This home was untouched by the vicious anger and filth that churned in the city.
“It really doesn’t.” He hummed, resting his forehead against yours.
“Kinda feels like it's only us left.” You murmured, eyes sliding shut as Kento’s warmth soaked into your side. His smell, like clean laundry and warm bread, was lulling you to sleep.
Before you passed out, you heard his whisper of.
“I really wish it was.”
Overtime
You hated overtime. It was grueling, ate into your personal life and usually just fed into a never ending cycle of work that missed its deadline. Your manager was bad at time management, often coming to you an hour or two before the end of day with a project that just had to get done. It was never posed to you as optional. No, with your company overtime was expected and never rewarded.
Nanami Kento hated overtime just as much as you did. It wasn’t often that he had to, usually only on the odd trips his job sent him on. Those weeks you already had it in your mind that you wouldn’t see him so it never bothered you.
But your job? It always ate into your planned dates with Nanami. You would often find yourself messaging him, a scowl on your face. It made you feel like an asshole and like you had no life.
“So. We need this done before end of day.” The stack of paper was dumped unceremoniously on your desk. You somehow managed to keep a straight face, nodding once before turning back to your screen. Your boss would no doubt leave early, the man never felt the need to assist with any of the projects he so conveniently forgot about.
As soon as he left, you texted Nanami, sending along an apology for having to cancel yet another date night. He didn’t respond, the man never usually did when working. With a sign, you took the first file, grimacing as you began.
11:43 pm. That’s how long it took you. Just 17 minutes before the day ended and you managed somehow to get everything done. You were furious however, stalking to the train station to catch one of the last trains to your stop. This job was a never ending cycle of you and others cleaning up the mistakes of your superiors. You stewed the entire train ride home, fingers clenching your purse with a white knuckled grip.
To your surprise, the lights were on in your apartment. You climbed the flight of stairs to your landing and cautiously opened the door. A mixture of exhaustion and anger slightly clouding your mind.
The apartment smelled of warm miso soup and fresh bread. Kento shot you a small smile, gesturing at the spread of food he had set out on the kitchen table. Slice vegetables, miso soup, bread and thin cuts of perfectly cooked fish. All laid out in a way that only Kento would do.
“I hope you don’t mind. “ Polite as always. You laughed, throwing your arms around the tall man.
“Of course not!” Tossing your purse to one side, you sat down, digging in with a groan. You were starved, not realizing it till the first bite of bread practically melted on your tongue.
Kento had already eaten, the man sitting across from you with a book. It was peaceful, the stress of the day melting from you as you silently watched the man. He looked up, catching your eye and making you blush.
“I’ve been thinking.” He set the book aside, reaching out and snagging a slice of cucumber. You hummed, sipping the warm soup slowly as you waited for him to continue.
“About us moving in together.” Kento leaned back, popping the cucumber in his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. “I make enough, I have a house. You wouldn’t need to do overtime ever again.”
You stared at him, spoon halfway to your mouth. Was he being serious? Your heart was in your throat, excitement flooding your veins. This was new to you. Only 9 months into the relationship, but you were ready. You had been since he told you about cursed spirits.
“I would love that.” You smiled, feeling a lightness in your heart. Nanami swept one hand through his hair, a gentle smile on his lips.
“I’ll start moving items to make space for you at home.”
You beamed at that, popping a slice of fish in your mouth. No more overtime, moving in with your tall boyfriend who should cook. You were incredibly lucky.
Pull
There was an odd pull to being around Nanami Kento. You weren’t sure what it was, but he had an air about him that made you want to get closer.
Maybe it was the safety in his height, how he was able to peer over crowds, guide you in such a way that you were never bumped into or stepped on.
Or perhaps it was his face. His sharp gaze and even sharper cheekbones. Being half European, he stood out in Japan, easy to find in a crowd. And his look was unique. Deep brown eyes and blond hair had a way of making him look softer in the right light. A balance against the sharpness of his other features.
Maybe it was his voice. Deep and steady, never wavering. He spoke with confidence, always taking the lead in situations, even if he didn’t intend to.
There was a pull to being around Nanami Kento. So when he vanished from the world, you felt it. A hole that would never close opened in your soul.
Quiet
You were quiet, more so than normal. There was always a nice calm between the two of you. Both of you appreciate spending time together silently doing your own things, be it reading or working on projects. But the past few days you had been abnormally quiet. Kento wasn’t used to mere nods and hmms of acknowledgement. You were distant, eyes darting to dark corners of rooms, teeth worrying at the nail of one thumb.
Finally, Nanami broke the quiet.
“What's wrong?”
You were both in bed, you curled on one side trying to sleep, Kento sitting up with a book. A glance up at his face told you he was deeply concerned. Kento’s face was always lined, a mix of exhaustion and whatever secret it was that he kept weighing on him. But this was different as if all the sharp lines of his face were pointed at you.
You chewed at your lip before sighing, looking away from his intense gaze. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to open up to him. Being open and honest was something you always felt you could be with him.
But the thing that had caused you to be so quiet in the past week just didn’t make sense. You felt insane and admitting it out loud was something you weren’t sure you could do.
“I’ve.” You began, shifting onto your back. It would be easier to tell the ceiling than your boyfriend.
“I’ve been seeing things.” It was barely a whisper. You felt your cheeks flush as you kept your eyes locked on the dull white of your bedroom ceiling. Beside you, Kento shifted, the warmth of his legs pressing against your side. He didn’t say anything for a moment, the quiet in the room stretching on unbearably long.
“What kind of things?” His question was soft, no judgment in his tone. It was as if he were asking you how your day was. You glanced up at him, searching his face for any hint of judgment. Of course he wasn’t judging you, far from it.
“Like.” You gestured vaguely, unsure how exactly to put what you saw into words.
“Creatures. Strange creatures.” It was a lame description, one you knew didn’t do it justice. What you were seeing were absolute nightmares. The second you left your apartment you were bombarded with fuzzy shapes that seemed to plague the city. And the ones that weren’t vague blobs were the worst. Demonic twisted forms. Like ideas not quite fully formulated. Escaped nightmares that cackled, whispered and yelled. Every street corner had them, they clung to people like odd backpacks and strange hats. No matter where you turned, you could find one within arms reach.
You had been ignoring them as best as you could. But it was really getting to you. The mental toll of trying to appear normal at work, while ignoring the things that clung to your coworkers and office equipment was too much. Whispers plagued you as you attempted to do your job, the odd creatures speaking their own language as they picked and stabbed at your colleagues. No one reacted. Not on the streets, not in the office. You alone were affected.
“They weren’t there a few days ago. But now.” You felt tears welling in your eyes, lip trembling. Admitting what you had seen finally brought the exhaustion and feelings you had been trying so hard to ignore crashing into you.
Kento pulled you against his chest, silently holding you as you sobbed. He was so warm and so normal, it added to your distress. Tears streaming down your face, all you could think of was how scared you were. How horrifying it was to leave your apartment anymore.
“I don’t know if I should see a psychiatrist or check myself into a clinic.” Your voice trembled as you spoke, breaking on certain words. Kento pressed a kiss against your forehead, thumbs rubbing comforting circles against your side. He was quiet, much too quiet and you lay in his arms, waiting for him to confirm that you were in fact insane.
But he didn’t. Instead he shifted, clearing his throat as you finally made eye contact with him.
“I have something to tell you.”
Riding
“Kento.” You let out a breathy moan, hands planted on his chest as you grind your hips against his. The man had his large hands on his hips, trapping you against him as he thrust up into your wet heat. His cock hit differently in this position and you could barely keep yourself steady. Each thrust landing deep within you, the head of his cock dragging against your G-spot with surgical precision.
Sweat slid down your back and you shivered as your clit caught against his rough patch of pubic hair. Your abdomen muscles burned. Riding wasn’t something you had ever done often, but when Nanami had asked, you had happily obliged.
His hands slide from your hips, grasping the fat of your ass with a bruising force. The man’s face was flushed, eyes locked on your breasts as they bounced with each thrust. He was concentrating on you, hands guiding your hips as he watched your expressions. Kento wasn’t one to think of his pleasure first. The man made it his goal to have you cum first and any after were just a bonus.
You shuddered above him, arms feeling weak as you bounced against him. He slid his hands up your back, gently nudging you to lay down. You obliged, sore arms and abdomen feeling a sense of relief as you lay flat against the expanse of his chest. Your sweat slicked skin slid against together and you allowed yourself to relax, twining your arms around his neck.
“I’ve got you.” His voice was low and warm, breath tickling your ear as he grasped your hips again, thrusting upwards slowly. You allowed him to take control, quiet moans bubbling from your throat as he brought you closer to orgasm.
Not having to hold yourself up allowed you to concentrate more on the heat in your stomach, the building fire filling your veins. Your hips rocking against his, your clit rubbed against the rough hair at the base of his cock, quickly building the tight thread of pleasure within your stomach.
The hard planes of his chest pressed against your soft breasts, your nipples rubbing against his skin with each thrust.
You ground down on him, lips finding the skin of his throat. Licking and sucking under his jaw, you nibbled gently at the skin. Kento let out a low huff of air, hips canting up into yours, his pace quickening.
Placing kiss after kiss, you ran your tongue along the jumping vein in his neck. His heart was racing much like yours, a shiver running through him as you bit down gently.
The bedroom was silent save for the lewd wetness of your juices between the two of you. The occasional breathy moan slipped past your lips as you felt yourself growing closer to your end.
“Cum for me.” A command, his husky voice sending a shiver straight to your cunt as he thrust into you. “Now.”
Kenot’s commands were gentle, but enough to tip you over the edge. You came with a small cry, hips locking in place as your walls fluttered around his cock. He groaned in your ear as your walls milked him, the man spilling inside you soon after.
Sad
He was sad. One day a year Nanami Kento carried a cloud with him. He never made plans on that day, never told you where he went. You didn’t question it, accepting the silent and morose day for what it was.
Those days he kept his distance and you realized that he was stuck in the past. Replaying some event in his mind over and over again. As an outside observer, you felt as if he were punishing himself. He barely ate on that day, too lost in his head to care for his body.
It was on those days, late at night, that Kento would finally show a sliver of the grief within him. Wrapping around you in bed, his head nestled in your neck, Nanami Kento would cry. It was silent, his shoulder shaking as warm tears slid from his face onto your skin. You never gave indication that you were awake, staying as still as you could. A silent rock in his sea of agony.
Taste
He liked to taste you. Tongue lapping against your folds with the same eagerness each time. Kento loved giving but rarely ever asked to receive. You realized it 4 months into dating. The night before had been particularly passionate and as you looked back on it, you realized that with dating him you had become something of a pillow princess. Part of you felt a twist of shame, wondering if the stoic man was just too polite to ask.
But then you thought of how eager he was to just dive in. The man devoured you as soon as you hit the bed, not really giving you a chance to offer anything past your moans.
That morning you showered slowly, purposefully taking your time. Nanami had awoken before you, going to his study to work on whatever it was his job had him do. You had to be careful with your plan of attack. The man had a tendency to sweep you off your feet before you could think.
Stepping from the shower, you were quick to towel off, deciding to forgo clothing as you stalked to the office. It was a bit cold, your skin breaking out in goosebumps as you hurried down the hall.
Your stomach was tight with excitement, a warmth thrumming through your veins as you quietly slipped into the room. Nanami hadn’t noticed, a book in one hand, his other on the computer mouse. For a second you felt bad about interrupting his work, knowing that it was important to him. But you quickly shook it off, crossing to his desk and offering a smile.
The man let a noise of surprise, setting the book down as he took in your lack of clothing. You grinned at him, feeling butterflies of nervousness in your stomach.
Kento opened his mouth and you pressed a finger to his lips. If he spoke, he would have you on your back in his bed within seconds.
You crouched, fingers deftly untucking his shirt and undoing his buckle. Before he could react again, you had unzipped his paint, freeing his growing erection with ease.
“Can I taste you?” You asked, staring up at him through your still damp eyelashes. Kento visibly swallowed, sharp cheeks flushing a light pink. The man nodded, leaning back in his chair, legs opening wider to allow you to nestle between his thighs.
You gave his cock an experimental pump, feeling a little more than pleased at the fact that he was already fully hard. Swirling your tongue around the inside of your mouth, you allowed spit to pool before opening and gently placing your lips on the head of his cock.
Kento let out a small huff of hair, head tilting back slightly as he watched you through half lidded eyes. You ran your tongue over the head of his cock, teasing the slit at the tip. He tasted salty and clean. The scent of soap mixing with his natural musk.
You opened your mouth, sliding your lips and tongue along his length as you attempted to seat him fully in your mouth.
It was impossible of course, Kento’s cock was thick, normally stretching your pussy. In your mouth, you got about halfway down his length, jaw popping slightly as you reached your limit. You didn’t let that deter you, sliding your hand around the rest of his length. Gently, you began bobbing your head up and down, flattening your tongue along the underside of his cock.
Kento’s hand wound through your hair, a low moan escaping his lips as you set a quick pace.
He tasted salty, precum dripping into your mouth and adding to the lubrication as you pumped his cock.
The hand in your hair tightened as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking sharply. Kento’s hips moved slightly, bucking into your mouth. You shifted, allowing the saliva pooling in your mouth to spill out, lubricating his length. With the hand not wrapped firmly around his cock, you gently caressed his balls, squeezing experimentally. The man’s hips jumped at that action, his cock going deeper down your throat.
You almost gagged, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as your jaw began to ache.
“Can I set the pace?” Kento was out of breath, the hand not tangled in your hair, grasping his chair with a white knuckled grip. You hesitated, then let out a noise of agreement.
The idea of choking on his cock was unpleasant, you weren’t a fan of face fucking. But you trusted him to be kind.
The hand in your hair tightening its grip, gently nudging you forward. His hips bucked forward, and he moaned as he tapped the back of your throat. You shuddered, fingers digging into his thighs as he began gently but firmly fucking your mouth.
You watched his face through your damp eyelashes, taking in his heavy lidded eyes and parted lips. He was panting as he thrust into your mouth, the prickly hair at the base of his cock tickling your nose with each thrust.
Kento was close. His tells, the swelling of his chest, the tightening of his grasp, the way his nose scrunched. They were all converging.
Kento came with a low grunt, thrusting into your mouth and letting his seed spill in. He tasted salty, the thick cum dripping out of the corner of your mouth as he gently pulled free. His spent cock lay limp against his pants as he leaned forward, gently grasping your chin.
“Was I too rough?”
You shook your head, swallowing his cum and opening your mouth, showing him it was all gone. Kento’s pupils dilated and you shrieked as he scooped you up, making his way to the bedroom.
Under
The world had fallen under the realm of reality. It was the only thing that made sense. It had fallen from the bright sunny spot it always existed in and flipped. Now the dark underbelly that roiled in the shadows was loose, running rampant on the streets.
You hadn’t meant to be in Shibuya on one of the busiest nights. Yuji had mentioned in passing a horror movie he liked and you had gotten it in your head to put together a gift for the three students that Kento worked with. All of them looked so tired all the time, more tired than kids their age should.
So like an idiot, you went out. The allure of a Halloween discount for horror movies had compelled you. And now, like thousands of other idiots, you were trapped. It made no sense an invisible barrier separated you from the outside world. All of Shibuya seemed trapped as if pulled from the very earth itself.
“They’re asking for some Gojo guy.”
You whipped your head around, trying and failing to find the speaker. Did they mean Satoru Gojo? Surely not.
You looked back at the barrier, running your hand along the invisible wall. Could curses do something like this? You cursed yourself, thinking back on how you had shrugged off Nanami, telling him that your lack of fighting ability meant that there was no real reason to learn more about cursed spirits you could see.
So so stupid.
The barrier shifted to your right and the man who had been standing there stumbled back, gawking at the person emerging from the other side. It was Gojo. His eyes were covered and his mouth set in a thin line. You shivered, feeling oddly cold as he fully stepped into the barrier, glancing about.
He noticed you, hooking one finger around the blindfold he wore and pulling it to expose one eye. His iris was the most brilliant blue you had ever seen and it filled you with dread. He didn’t say anything, quickly jumping and literally walking over the crowd, in search of something you couldn’t see.
You fell to your knees, shopping bag sitting defeated next to you. The look had told you everything in just a second. There was no coming out of this. There was no happy ending for anyone in Shibuya.
You sat there at the barrier for as long as you could, praying that Gojo would fix it, that Nanami would somehow find a way to help you escape. But then the screaming started and you began to run.
You could see them now, the large spirits that had evaded you for so long. They were hungry and violent. And you couldn’t fight them. You ran, breathless and legs burning for as long as you could.
And then the ground shifted and you were falling. Under the city where even worse beings lurked.
As you fell, you faintly wondered if Nanami was safe.
Vibe
“The vibe is off.” Yuji sighed. You hummed in agreement, tilting your head slightly as you took in the store before you. To your right, Kento shot the pair of you a look. A mixture of exasperation and confusion.
Somehow, the ever punctual and always perfectly scheduled Nanami Kento had forgotten a weekend training with his student. You had been almost to the train station when his phone had gone off. By the time you were on the train, he was mid conversation with the student, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as you spoke. When it ended, you knew what he was going to say. Cancel the date and attend to his work. So before he could you had cut him off and offered to tag along. Nanami hadn’t like that, but his quiet protests had been silenced when you tilted your head to the right. There was a barely visible blob, one hazy hand sneaking closer to your own.
The train was always full of cursed spirits. Now that you knew what they were, it was somehow easier to ignore them. It didn’t stop the disgusting little creatures from trying to touch you.
Nanami had relented, his promise of teaching you to get rid of smaller ones had yet to be fulfilled.
“Regardless of the vibe this is the perfect learning opportunity.” Nanami huffed, arms crossed as he stared down his pupil. The boy shrugged, motioning around the room before looking at you.
“Want the big guy?”
You took in the empty store, its many broken shelves and mannequins. It was in utter disarray, the condemned sign on the front door making you wonder if it was due to the cursed spirits or the very large mold spots that seemed to be everywhere.
“What big guy?” You asked, taking in the dusty store again. Little curses crawled here and there, their odd voices ringing out in the nearly silent store. They were watching your group warily, tensed as if awaiting an attack. But nothing you would consider big.
“Ah.” Yuji turned to Nanami, a look of pure concern on his face, “Nanamin, isn’t it a little mean to bring your girlfriend here if she can’t see all the spirits?”
You inhaled at that, shooting your own look at Nanami. While he had explained the existence of what you could see and how jujutsu sorcery worked, he had failed to mention there were curses you couldn’t see.
A similar revelation seemed to be working its way through his mind and you watched as his cheeks went slightly pink. The poor man was no doubt mortified.
Later, after Yuji had fought what to you was a patch of air and the store had been cleaned of the spirits you could see, Nanami did admit quietly that the vibe was indeed off.
Wake
There was a moment some days when you woke up before Kento did. On those days you would quietly turn in bed, nestling closer to him. When he was asleep, Nanami Kento was finally peaceful. The sharp lines and weight that plagued him melted and you could see the quiet reserved man in his entirety.
In the summer, the first rays of light would leak through your blinds, streaming across your bed. They would hit his hair, turning the strands of blonde golden. In the sunlight he looked like he was sculpted from marble. A picture of perfection, wrapped in your blankets as if he were a piece of porcelain.
Nanami usually woke shortly after the sun did, even before his alarm. In the warm sun, his eyes were a gentle brown, small shards of gold and hazel twining together to create a beautiful sun kissed color.
He was always surprised to see you staring, a light flush spreading across his cheeks. Mornings with Kento normally had little spoken between the two of you. Instead it was quiet kisses and soft touches before the alarm pulled you both from the softness of the morning.
Xenial
“This is a nightmare.” You huffed under your breath. Nothing was turning out right. The food looked barely edible and you were pretty sure the alcohol you had bought was just the worst choice. Nanami had, for some reason, wanted to introduce you to his students and a few colleagues. Like an idiot you had offered to host a dinner.
At the time it had seemed like a good idea. Your place was always tidy and you had a game system the kids could use. Nanami had been hesitant at first, lips pressing in a thin line as he considered it. He had relented, seeing how excited you were to cook for his friends.
But now, you were regretting it.
“Can I help?” Yuji stood in your kitchen doorway, rocking on his heels as he took in the haphazard mess you had laid out across the counter. You swiped a stray lock of hair from your face, straightening as you pushed the pan of chicken into the oven.
“It’s ok! I know you guys were having fun.”
Yuji informed you that he was in fact not having fun. The white haired professor, Gojo was apparently hogging the system, trying to ‘Kick everyone’s ass’ at Tekken. You decided to let Yuji help you. The boy seemed happy to be put to work. He told you stories of working with Nanami, the difficulties of learning to be a sorcerer. You listened quietly, smiling at how much he seemed to look up to Kento.
Together you got dinner cooked and served. Your apartment was small so dinner was eaten in the living room. For once, you urge to keep things working in your favor. You dragged your kotatsu table from your storage closet, fluffing the blanket as you set it out.
The night went well. You learned that Gojo was incredibly loud and enjoyed teasing everyone. The other professor Shoko was quiet, eating slowly as she took in the conversation around her. Nanami was a good mix of the two, talking with his students as they loudly joked.
You liked Nobara and Megumi. Together with Yuji they created an interesting trio. Perfectly balanced in a way.
The food was quickly eaten, Gojo asking for seconds and then thirds. The man could really put food away, loudly proclaiming that Nanami should hurry up and marry you so the team could have more of your cooking. The night was a success despite your earlier worries.
“I think everyone had fun.” You were tackling the mountain of dishes, elbows deep in sudsy water. Nanami stood at your side, drying each dish as you passed it over. He seemed more relaxed than normal, the stiff lines of his shoulders gone.
“My mother would call you a xenial person.”
You blinked at that, Kento never talked about his family. It was a topic he avoided more than jujutsu sorcery. You didn’t comment on it, instead smiling and bumping him with your hip.
“Next time make sure I buy double the food.” You laughed as you passed him another dish, “Gojo eats enough for 4 people.”
Nanami rolled his eyes at that, a small smile gracing his lips. “He’s a thorn in my side.”
He paused, placing the glass he had in one hand down gently. Kento seemed to be considering his words carefully. You watched from the corner of your eyes, slowly washing the last glass.
“He’s important. As annoying as he is, without him, the world would fall.”
His lips were pressed into a thin line, the man staring at his hands as he thought.
Something was going on, you had seen it weighing on not just him but the kids as well. There were more curses around the city and they were more clear than they had ever been. But Kento wasn’t ready to tell you what was happening yet.
“Just tell me when and they can all come over.” You smiled at him, handing the last glass to the man. Kento smiled at that, offering you a small thank you.
Yelp
“SHIT!” You let out a strangled yelp, dodging the hooked arm that swiped at you. Kento had been trying to teach you to dissolve cursed spirits and so far you were having no luck. You had cursed energy, at least he said you did. But you couldn’t figure out how to channel it.
There were wisps that would gather and then just as quickly dissipate.
The curse let out a strangle snarl, the spines on its back shaking oddly. You again tried to channel the cursed energy, feeling the weak whisps at your fingertip. Flicking your hand forward, you focused, trying to imagine the curse just disappearing.
You let out another shriek, ducking behind your boyfriend as the small curse lunged forward. Kento clearly had a good grip on his abilities, backhanding the creature out of existence.
You relaxed, fingers still wrapped around his arm as you glanced about to see if there were more of the creatures around. The dingy alleyway was too dark for your liking and you pressed closer to Kento as a rustling noise echoed down the dirty concrete walls.
You stared at your fingertips with a grimace, as if they were alone in the blame for the failure. Kento patted your shoulder gently, offering you a thin smile.
“Not everyone with sight can fight them.”
You sighed at that, vowing to do your best to just ignore the annoying beings. Following Kento back into civilization, you threaded your fingers through his, shooting him a wide smile as he led you towards the train station.
“Good thing my boyfriend is one of the most powerful sorcerers in Japan.”
He mumbled a correction at that, flushing as you shook a finger at him, insisting he take the praise.
Zest
Nanami Kento liked bread, pastries that weren’t too sweet. He had mentioned it in passing one night, clearly not expecting anything to come of it. The knowledge stuck with you however. You were deeply curious. What kind of pastry was his favorite? Was there any bread he disliked?
Of course it was a week in which you didn’t get to see him. Between your own work and his, there was just no time. It was a tad depressing, until you were hit with the idea of baking for him.
It wasn’t something you had much practice in. Far from it given how much time your job ate up. But you were determined to do something nice for your boyfriend.
“How the hell do I zest a lemon?” You stared down at your phone, trying and failing to flick off the flour that was stuck to it. The recipe card gave you no indication, merely insisting you needed the zest of 1 lemon for the lemon curd.
Lemon Blackberry shortcakes had sounded easy enough when you had first glanced at the recipe. The items were easy to find. But zest a lemon?
“Everything alright?”
You jumped at the sound of Nanami’s voice, whipping around in surprise. He was back early. Looking more tired than you had ever seen him. His shirt was dirty and torn in places, the accompanying tie was nowhere to be seen.
“Yes.” You set down the lemon, swiping the flour from the front of your apron. “I don’t know how to zest a lemon.”
He smiled at that, tossing his jacket on the kitchen table. “I do.”
To your surprise he knew quite a lot about baking. Within minutes you found yourself sitting at the kitchen table, his torn work shirt on your lap watching him bake. It was the most domestic thing either of you had done so far.
“We’ve been dating for five months?” You asked, trying to count backwards in your head. Nanami hummed, turning as he whisked the lemon cream, “Four months and 28 days.”
You smiled at that, leaning your chin on one hand as you raked your gaze over his muscles. He didn’t seem to mind, concentrating on the task at hand.
“Do you ever think about the future? About where we might be?” You hadn’t ever really talked about it. Just a few weeks ago you had learned about the existence of curses. It was surface level and you knew that there was more to the situation. A part of you had been wondering if there was a future with the man. You enjoyed his quiet and serious nature.
“I do.” Nanami set the bowl aside, adjusting his glasses. His expression was unreadable, eyes locked on to you. He seemed to be considering his words carefully as if hesitant to verbalize his thoughts.
“Kuantan.” His tone was soft, “A house near the beach. Long walks and reading in the sun.”
Nanami turned back to the pastries, continuing his earlier action. “Maybe a child. If you’re amenable to it.”
You smiled at that. “Kuantan Malaysia huh?” Living outside of Japan wasn’t something you had considered. But the beach sounded nice, warm and peaceful. You glanced down at the torn shirt in your lap, running a finger along the loose threads. Did he think of his future when fighting the curses you couldn’t see?
“I think I’d like that.” You smiled at him. “We can go there when you retire.”
Nanami smiled at you over his shoulder, giving you a nod. The unspoken reality sat between the two of you. There was only one way to retire as a jujutsu sorcerer.
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[[and then I met you || ch. 8]]
Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit
Summary:
A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father – Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyer’s and Matt realizes he needs to protect his new family from not only Hell's Kitchen but from the world.
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There is a pigeon perched on the streetlamp that sits on the north corner of the block. It's got some sort of stick, most likely, and has been unsuccessfully trying to make a nest for the past hour. Given that the streetlamp is curved, this is a very bad idea, but the bird doesn't know that. The poor things weren't meant to be in the wild and a single stick is not going to save its egg from falling off if it chooses to lay it there. But it keeps at it, picking up the stick and putting it back down at different angles.
Matt very much understands the dumb bird's struggles. He has no idea what the hell he is doing, either. He felt, finally, after many a year, he actually had his shit together. And sure, maybe it was held together with duct tape, a lot of ibuprofen, and multiple prayers, but it was stable and balanced. He had a handle on things, for the most part.
He was doing what he loved, in all aspects of his life - defending people with the law and with his fists. He had Foggy and Karen, and he was working more with the Defenders, and he could be in Frank's presence without a fist fight happening. There was a drop in crime in Hell's Kitchen - he'd stopped the last two crime families who had tried to set up shop here before they even had a foot hold.
Then everything in his universe changed and Matt is now the human equivalent of a pigeon trying to lay an egg on a streetlamp.
He never thought he would be a father. It was something he dreamed about, in the deep recesses of his mind, but he never thought it would be a reality. Not with Daredevil. But, oh did God love to yank on his chain and remind Matt he had no clue what His plans were for him.
Matt wouldn't change it for the world, though. Something fundamental in him changed the moment the words had left your mouth and when he met Minnie for the first time, he knew he was a goner.
He would happily throw himself into the pits of Hell if it would make his daughter smile.
He wants so much to be a good father. Everything in him aches to be half as good as his own father was to him, but he doesn't know how, and he is terrified of fucking it up.
Because if there is one thing Matthew Murdock is good at its fucking things up. Especially when he thinks he means well.
So, Matt is taking in all the lessons God has taught him over the last few years and going against his instincts and he is going to ask for help.
Foggy and Karen should be at his door any minute, if they stop pausing to talk on the stairs, and Matt is going to tell them everything.
He hasn't been this nervous in years and he can't stop pacing. He's pretty sure he's going to wear his path into his floor if he keeps going, but he just adds it to all the other damage the apartment has incurred over the years. It's not like he's getting his security deposit back anyways.
He wants to open his front door and yell at his friends to hurry up, but he doesn't want to alarm them. They know something is up with him, Matt apparently wears his emotions on his sleeve, but they don't know what. He suspects Karen might have an inkling because Karen has an extra sense when it comes to detecting secrets, but Foggy is clueless and Matt doesn't want to worry him.
He allows himself to stop pacing once they reach his landing and tells himself to walk calmly once they knock on the door.
He prides himself in not wrenching the thing off its hinges from his nerves and gives his friends a beaming smile, "I thought you'd never make it up the stairs."
"Oh good," Foggy chimes, clapping Matt on the shoulder as he walks by, "He's still being weird."
"I'm not being weird," Matt counters quickly, only for Karen to pat his cheek when she passes him.
"You're being weird."
He shuts and locks the door before following them into his main living area. Foggy goes straight for the fridge, browsing his beer options while Karen takes residence on the couch. He doesn't need to be able to see to know she's staring at the two big binders sitting on the coffee table.
"Buddy," Foggy starts, popping three beers open with a hiss of the bottles, "the past few weeks you have been Grade A weird. You keep getting this dopey look on your face and spacing out. And usually," he continues, walking leisurely to the couch and handing Karen her beer first, before giving Matt his, "I would suspect a woman, or a man, because the heart wants what the heart or dick wants, but I know Matt Murdock falling for a girl weird. This isn't that type of weird. And this isn't Daredevil weird, because you get broody when it's that. This weird? I don't know this weird. So, spill Murdock, why are you being weird."
"And don't tell us it's nothing," Karen adds. Her beer sloshes in the bottle, indicating she's pointing it at him. "Because I agree with Foggy. We don't know this weird."
Matt deflates just slightly. He guesses he's been way less subtle than he thought he was being.
"Fine, I've been weird, BUT," he says with emphasis, "It's for a very good reason and I want it on the record that I was not hiding anything or keeping it secret. I was confirming all the facts before presenting my case. I.." he pauses to choose his words carefully, "didn't want to get ahead of myself."
"You didn't want to get ahead of yourself?" Foggy confirms and he gives a nod.
The response is for both Karen and Foggy to take long sips of their respective beers. Matt's nerves are too riled up to drink his, yet so he starts to scratch at the label to get the energy out.
"So, this is Devil related?" Foggy asks. There's a hint of disappointment and exhaustion in his voice and it makes Matt's heart hurt. He has really put his best friend through it, hasn't he?
"No. Well, yes, but no. It's complicated." Because the Devil is involved by default because it is Matt and it will be something that needs to be addressed down the road, but for right now, no. Not Devil related.
"That's not very reassuring," Karen points out.
"Just tell us, buddy. Whatever it is, we're here for you."
That makes Matt's lips turn down, "It isn't a bad thing, Fog."
"Well, we wouldn't know that because you've told us nothing," Foggy counters.
His instinct is to keep bantering with Foggy and he knows they can go at it for another hour, but he reminds himself of his resolve and settles back into the couch.
He's practiced his speech about a dozen times but all of it dies in his throat and the truth comes out on its own, blunt and to the point.
"I am a father."
Foggy has the more intense reaction, confirming Matt's suspension that Karen had an idea at the truth. His best friend inhales sharply, heart starting to beat harder in his chest. His body is sending all sorts of signals, and this is one of the times Matt wishes he could see - just to know what expression Foggy has.
It feels like hours before Fog finally says something.
"You're going to be a father?"
"No," Matt corrects, "I AM a father. I already am."
Karen leans forward, her spine creaking and her hair swishing, "The little girl. From last week. That's her, isn't it?"
Matt nods, feeling a smile start to pull at his cheeks, "Yeah. That was her."
"Oh my God, Matt!" He hears her weight shift as she pushes herself across the couch and right into Matt, loosely throwing her arms around his shoulders. He leans into it, hugging her back with the arm not holding his beer. "She is adorable!"
"She is, isn't she?" He preens.
Foggy's brain finally seems to process the information and he sits on the arm of one of the chairs, like he needs the support, "Wait, no, that was a toddler, wasn't it? That child was like five."
"She's three. And a half." Matt says as Karen pulls away from him to go back to her spot.
Foggy's bottle of beer sloshes and Matt imagines he's holding up his hands in a mock surrender. "Sorry, three and a half. Plus, nine months that would…Jesus, Matt, that's before we started the firm. The first time."
"Blasphemy, Foggy. And.. Yeah, the Christmas before we started the firm. When we were still at L and Z," he allows himself a sip of beer before diving into his explanation, "That Christmas party we went to, the one good one we ditched the L and Z one for."
Foggy shakes his head, "I was with you that whole night, Matt."
"Until you ditched me for the French woman," he gently reminds his best friend.
Foggy goes quiet and he must be trying to remember. Matt can tell Karen is watching like a hawk, keen eyes and ears trying to unravel the whole story.
"I forgot about the French woman. She ditched me and I guess I assumed you left and…" Fog trails off.
"Well, I did leave, to be fair," he reminds them. "Just not alone."
"Jesus, Matt," Foggy repeats and he lets it slide this time. He'll say an extra Hail Mary for him. "Did you not wrap it up?"
Both Karen and Matt give a bark of laughter.
"Of course, I did. And she was on the pill, but you know that is not a guarantee."
"Why come forward now?" Karen asks, redirecting the conversation.
"She didn't know who I was. She says she tried to find me, and she wasn't lying. Then she saw that interview we did and recognized me," he tells them.
He hears Foggy rub at his jaw and Matt just knows his brain is going into lawyer mode.
"But why did she tell you," Karen pushes, and he can tell she's looking for an angle that isn't there.
He ducks his chin just slightly and goes back to playing with the beer label, "It's not like that. It's not. She wants what is best for Minnie. She wanted me to be aware and have the option to get to know her. She was fully prepared for me to turn her away. She had already signed the forms waiving her right to ask for child support. The only thing she wanted was to know my family medical history."
"Her name is Minnie?" Karen cooes and that warms Matt's heart. He suddenly very much understands your need to gush over your daughter.
"It is. Winifred Love. She goes by Minnie or Mouse," he knows he's smiling like an idiot, but he can't help it.
"That is such a sweet name," Karen hums and he can hear her smile.
"It is," he agrees, then he tilts his head towards Foggy, his voice dropping to something almost apologetic. "I didn't tell you because I wanted to be sure. She wasn't lying when she said I was the father, but that could have been because she believed I was. And I am. We got a paternity test and I wanted…I wanted it to be official. Real. Before I told you. And now it is. My name is going to be added to her birth certificate. I filed the paperwork and everything."
He can't nail down how Foggy is reacting and that scares him. He doesn't want his best friend to be upset with him, again. He was really, really trying to do the right thing this time.
Foggy finally, finally pushes himself off the chair and steps around the coffee table before enveloping Matt in a tight hug. Matt hugs him back, just as tightly.
"I'm so happy for you, buddy," Fog breathes against him. The corners of his eyes start to sting, and Matt tells himself he is Not going to cry.
Foggy holds him for a good thirty seconds before letting go and stepping away, "Okay, before we jump into the whole Daredevil -"
"I'm going to tell her," Matt cuts his friend off. He puts his beer down and leans forward to put his elbows on his knees, "Not right now, but I completely intend to. If I can trust her. I think I can, but we've only just really met again. But I've learned. From both of you. I want to do this right. I want to tell her about my senses, first, and then we can build up to the other stuff. Once I am completely sure I can trust her."
Neither Karen nor Foggy respond to him right away and he has the feeling they are having a complete conversation with just their eyes. He waits. He doesn't want to rush them either. Matt wants to go into this with all of them on the same page. It's important to him.
They are his family, too.
"Tell us about them," Karen finally says and Matt doesn't even try to fight the grin that spreads across his face.
He tells them your name, then reaches for the first of the binders - the one that is twice the size of the other.
"She's…she's Good. You'll like her. She, uh, made me this, kind of big guide to our daughter. Everything I need to know and it's…in Braille. She knew I couldn't read print, so uh, all of Minnie's life she's been requesting copies of documents in Braille for when she found me." He pushes the binder towards Karen, and she picks it up in a flash, starting to flip through the pages.
"This is pretty detailed," she hums, before cooing again, "There's pictures. Look, Fog."
Foggy walks around the couch to stand behind Karen. Matt can tell that even though they are both Happy for him, they are worried, and he more than understands. He knows once he tells them more, that worry will fade.
He just needs to drop the final off the bombshells.
He licks his lips, clears his throat, then throws himself into the open, "Minnie is like me. She has my senses."
They both go as still as they can, taking identical sharp inhales.
"Not as…intense as mine, I don't think, but she has them. I.. Confirmed it. She could hear an ice cream truck four city blocks away."
"Matt…" Foggy starts and Matt shakes his head.
"We had a conversation, Fog. Clear across the park. I was whispering. She's…she's like me. She was born with it, but she's adapted, for the most part. Her mom just thinks she's sensitive, and she is, and she…she.." he motions with his hand, trying to convey what he wants to say, "Her mom helps. She gets her these headphones to block out sounds and all these things to help her. She just does it, she's doesn't question the why. All those little stupid things that make my life more annoying - the smell of cleaning supplies and how food tastes like the sewer or that certain fibers feel like sandpaper - Minnie deals with those and her Mom does her best so that she doesn't have to suffer. And that's…I need your help." He taps the second, smaller binder. "She made me a guide, so I want to make her one. I just…I don't know how."
He deflates a little. Over the past two weeks, he's done his best to type things up, things he thinks will help, but he has no clue if any of it makes sense to anyone but him.
"Oh, Matt," Karen hands the big binder off to Foggy, then leans forward to take Matt's hand in her own, squeezing it tightly, "Of course we will help you."
"We will make the best how to deal with your bat radar guide that has ever existed, bud. You can count on us," Foggy adds, starting to flip through the binder himself.
That evaporates Matt's doubt, and he huffs out a laugh, "I don't think there is another guide, Fog."
"Then we will set the standard for human bat radar guides," Karen counters with mirth.
"I'll drink to that," his best friend says, once again moving so he can grab his drink. He raises the bottle in a toast, "To the best damn bat radar guide there will ever be, and to Matt, whose man whore ways have blessed us with another him!"
Matt scoops up with beer with a laugh and clinks his bottle against Foggy's, Karen's joining a moment later.
"To Minnie," Karen adds and that makes Matt beam.
"To Minnie!"
"To Minnie!"
They all take long pulls on their beers then set them down on the table.
Matt can practically feel Karen grinning at him, "What?"
"I want stories," she says, reaching over to shake his arm, "You've told us the big picture, I want to know about this little pumpkin. How many times have you gotten to meet her?"
"A few times," he says, unable to hide his own smile. "She calls me Mister Matt. We haven't told her who I am yet. We want her to be comfortable and I…want her to want me to be her father, you know?" He hears both of them nod and he keeps barreling on. "She's…she's perfect. She's so sweet - she loves to use her manners, you know? Please and Thank yous. And she just wants to help, with anything. She's pretty good for a three year old at being a Guide. I'm learning a lot about what she thinks is important."
"What is important?" Foggy asks, and Matt can hear the underlying happiness in his voice and that makes Matt giddy.
"Colors. How soft something looks. If it has a name and how it's feeling." He grins and adds, "At the park she was telling me how we can't walk in the grass because it's rude and hurts the grass' feelings. And that we can't pick flowers because it takes them away from their families and makes them sad."
Karen cooes, "That's the sweetest thing."
Foggy huffs fondly, "She wanted to pick flowers with you?"
He shrugs and ducks his head a little, "Kinda? She was talking about how to make flower crowns and bracelets."
"Is she going to make you a flower crown?" Karen asks, and Matt can sense her leaning towards him. The teasing in her voice has him guessing she's got her Mischievous look on.
"Maybe."
"That's so sweet."
"It's so 2014," Foggy adds with his own teasing.
Karen throws one of the throw pillows he's somehow accumulated at Foggy, "She's a baby, leave her alone."
Both he and Foggy laugh and Matt can't help but get his own dig in, "Like you would deny a flower crown from her."
"Damn right, I wouldn't," his best friend bites back. "I'm accepting all flower crowns, hair braiding, nail painting, and tea parties. I am going to be the best uncle she could ever dream of - wait, does she already have an uncle? Do I need to do research? I'll out Uncle anyone."
Matt shakes his head, "No, it's just the two of them. No other family. It seems like a sensitive topic, so I haven't.. Pushed. She hasn't either, but my background is a little more…public? I haven't told her about Maggie, yet."
The couch groans as Karen leans back into it, sipping again at her beer before humming, "Well, it will be easier to keep your late night activities under wrap. Less people to question things?"
"That's a way to put it," is the response from his other friend. Matt shakes his head at both their words.
"I told you I want to tell her, once it's safe. I need your help with that, too," Matt pushes himself up and starts to pace behind his couch, "With everything we've been through, all the things we've been working on as a team - and I know most of that is me with all my bullshit and issues." He stops his walking to rub at his jaw, "I know…I know I'm going to be bad at this. I know I'm going to fuck something up. I've done it to both of you countless times. And I can't give up on being the Devil, we've seen how it goes when I try to go either way, so I need to find the balance quick but I can't.." He trails off slightly as the emotions swell in his chest at his self sabotaging this and he has to inhale deeply to keep himself from getting too worked up. "I can't lose them. I can't."
"Oh, Matt," Karen whispers.
He's so caught up in his own emotions he doesn't hear Foggy get up and actually starts when he's clapped on the shoulder, "Matt, let me say this with my full heart, and I know Karen will one hundred percent agree, and I'm pre-facing this with I love you and you are my brother and best friend, and I think this is exactly what you need me to tell you. If you pull any of the bullshit you did with us with them or anything similar, I will personally drop you into the Hudson. After Karen is through with you."
It catches him off guard, but his best friend is right and it is exactly what he needs to hear.
"There would not be anything left to dispose of," Karen cheerily adds and Matt doesn't need super human hearing to know she's telling the truth.
He nods in understanding to both of them, "Thank you." He needs to properly thank them for so many things, but he doesn't know how and all he can do is repeat the words.
"So," Foggy starts again, squeezing Matt's shoulder before shaking him a few times. "When do I get to meet my newest niece?"
"Once we tell her the truth about who I am to her. I'm going over for dinner tomorrow, to try and be in more everyday things to get her used to it all." He wonders if his excitement about the dinner is showing through. He gets to visit where you and his daughter live and that always says so much about a person. He wants to be let into that bubble.
"Wait!" Karen gasps, turning more in her seat so she is facing towards the two of them, "If Foggy gets to be Uncle, does that mean I'm an Aunt?"
"Do you want to be?" He asks, because it is obviously a 'yes' in his mind.
Karen considers this, Foggy narrating, "She's debating on her head, doing the whole tilting it one way and then the next."
"Oh, hush, Fog! Of course, I want to be!"
This quickly dissolves into playful bickering.
"Aunt Karen has a good ring to it."
"Oh, like Uncle Foggy is much better?"
Matt grins and finds his way back to his seat and his beer. He grabs the bottle and takes a long sip, listening to two of the most important people in his life bask in the glow of their little family getting bigger.
Maybe, just maybe, he isn't as helpless and lost as he thinks he is.
Maybe it will all be okay.
He just needs to have faith.
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NPC Life is the best
(Genshin Impact x gn reader - sagau)
(second person pov)
Prologue —> part 1 —> part.2
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After being tossed into the world of teyvat, you start to make your way down starsnatch cliff. Unlike what you had previously thought, the winds were quite gentle and gave you a sense of serenity that some what soothed your aching head. It was about sunrise when you had landed here so it shouldn’t take until sunset to get to mondstat.
the dirt path was a great aid to the city and in all honesty the walk down the cliff was quite nice as you got see the lovely sights of windrise and a ancient four winds temple.
there were a few adventures out and about but they paid you no mind. It was better that way. as you slowly approached the small cooking pot set almost right outside the city you decided it be best to test a few things.
Grabbing a small left over sack from the wood stump, you took out a small pocket knife sheathed in leather. Taking the small knife out you looked around to see if anyone was there.
to your relief there was no one besides the pigeons on the bridge.
gently holding the knife you proceeded to make a small cut on the side of your wrist.
Gold..
quickly after your discovery you use the bandages in the small bag to cover it up. Wouldn’t want someone to see that..
gently holding the sack you found you thought it’d be best to keep it. It’s free no? Smiling happily with your newly found possession you started to walk across the large bridge.
a few characters you decided were best to avoid were obviously venti and kaeya. Venti was an archon so it was already a big no even if he didn’t know what you looked like. Kaeya is from khanria so who knows what he could sense. Both of them have visions so both of them could possibly recognize your aura.. even though venti uses a fake one, it’s still likely that as an archon he would recognize your aura regardless..
well that is if they decide to believe in the strange aura of yours. There’s a chance they won’t even bother tracking you down.
gathering your thoughts together you make your way into the city nodding at both of the guards as a sign of respect. To your surprise they didn’t even stop you from going in without a small questioning.. you guess it’s because they barely get any respect *snorts*.
walking into the city, you realize it’s about 9 o’clock and your a bit peckish after the long walk. Why not treat yourself to a delicious fisherman’s toast?
looking around you as you make your way up to Sara, you find that the city is more crowded than what it seems to be in game. People by the fountain, merchants flocking the side of the paths, and even little kids playing with what looked to be a yo-yo. In all honesty it put a smile on your face. Everything was so beautiful.
making your way up to the counter of good hunter you spot a familiar sight, amber and Eula were eating at good hunter too!
‘Oh god it’s my otp AAAAAAA’
‘Calm down y/n..’
‘Calm down’
afraid of staring at the pair for too long, you glance away not noticing the strange look Eula shot at you.
after waiting in line for a little bit you manage to finally order your beloved fisherman’s toast. Using the mora inside your (stolen) bag you pay off the fisherman’s toast and find a spot to enjoy your crispy delight.
“Why hello there” a familiar but suave voice calls out to you.
“I haven’t seen you before, are you perhaps an outlander like our dear honorary knight?”
god.. it was kaeya
“Hm? Oh I’m actually from liyue.” You lie trying to maintain a calm demeanor.
“Oh? I Must say, you don’t dress like someone from liyue, I apologize for my assumption.” He looks down at you with a sly smile and inquisitive look.
“It’s no problem, really” god you never realized how hard it was to act.. you should’ve taken up those acting classes from your aunt.
“If you say so” he smiles again. “Enjoy your stay in mondstat I’d love to show you around some time traveler”
“Oh no, i mustn’t take up your time”
“Oh but I insist. Whats your name by the way lovely traveler?” He says with a confident look on his face.
“Y/n, you must be the suave Calvary captain that all the ladies in mondstat have been chatting about.” You tease him slightly to get the attention off of you
“You flatter me Y/n. Your quite the smooth talker yourself” he chuckles and smirks.
“Well it was nice getting to meet you, I must be on my way now, even though I would’ve loved to stay and chat”
“It’s no problem Kaeya” you smile softly and wave off to him as he walks away.
‘Holy fucking shit’
You felt as though your life flashed through your eyes as you finish up your fisherman’s toast. Hopefully he didn’t see through your facade.. he might’ve noticed your aura but probably dismissed it as something else. well he’s gone now so there’s no need to worry to much about him right now.
the thing you should be worrying about is going broke after all.
what job would suit your NPC like needs..
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Calling them by their real name
Characters: venti, xiao, scaramoche (genshin impact!)
Warnings: established relationship, suggestive in Venti's part, no pronouns used for the reader
A/n: hello lovely people! I hope you enjoy! Alsooo would anyone be interested in maybe a spicy pt 2?
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Venti
After Venti's performance, in front of the Barbados statue, you offered to buy your bard a drink to celebrate, he was almost too delighted to accept.
Venti and you walked, your arms hooked together, heading towards his favorite tavern. He hummed happily to a song he played Just moments ago, loving every praise that escaped your lips. " I'm truly delighted you liked my performance, I would have played more but the sisters only approved so many" Venti whined, you both finally reaching the familiar building. "After you Barbados" You said holding the door to Angel share open for him. Venti stood there frozen, the breeze even seized for a moment before he blinked, his still face turning to a smile as he walked into the rustic atmosphere.
" Oh windblume the only time I want you to call me that is when you're screaming it for me." Venti beamed innocently, his comment far from it. "Screaming it? you're in front of me? Why would I have to scream it to you? ...." Your face went completely red realizing what he meant "VENTI?!"
"Ehe oh now It's venti? Aww but you loved saying your God's name, so why don't you keep going? Don't tell me you're all embarrassed now" Venti's smirk grew, leaning in closer to your face. "Nope I think I'm good! Speaking of I totally forgot I definitely have things to do! please enjoy your drink and I will see you later" You laugh nervously turning on your heels.
" what you're leaving already!? Windblume! Wait" Venti pouted, hugging you from behind before you could leave. "Don't you think you're getting out of it later, I want everyone to hear how devoted you are to Barbados" He whispered in your ear, his breath against your neck, before retracting himself away waving. "Farewell my windblume until we meet again" He bowed, returning to a stool at the bar.
You left a stunned, embarrassed mess. You knew you only had a few more hours until that god was coming for you.
Xiao
Xiao heard you were setting off for the next part of your journey and agreed to accompany you to the border of Liyue for protection,…definitely not because he wanted to spend more time with you, especially before you leave again. Xiao took care of every enemy in your path, not letting you get your hands dirty for a second, he handled them so swiftly you found no need to stop walking.
The air became thick as you reached the last bit of land, to break the silence you began your goodbyes. Xiao pulled out his polearm, completely jumping over you attacking a group of treasure hoarders who was waiting for you to be alone.
He left the mob running, removing his mask letting out a sigh, as he stood straight "the rest of the trail should be safe, if you run into trouble all you need do is call me" he spoke turning towards you. "You really are my hero, Alatus" As soon as the name escapes your lips Xiao stares at you a little bit too long for your comfort, his eyes dilating before you finally decide to break the silence again.
"Are you..um okay?" You tilted your head thinking you might have broken your adeptus. "...yes i'm fine, goodbye." he cleared his throat putting away his polearm walking back towards the inn.
" Wait Xiao, do you not like it!?" You quickly tail behind, abandoning your sense of adventure, him peaking your interest.
"You may call me whatever you wish" Xiao spoke avoiding eye contact . "Yes general Alatus!" He stiffened his cheeks puffing.
"Keep it down. use it as you please, but my feelings towards the name are a bit....complicated" xiao huffed. "Oh, alright, I just thought it was really pretty ever since you told me" you said still very clearly following, seeing him stop in his tracks. "You're going the wrong way, aren't you leaving?" he crossed his arms, coming up with a vague idea of what you wanted. Xiao walked closer, laying a soft kiss on your cheek. "You better hurry, I want you to find shelter before dark...stay safe y/n" With those words he disappeared without a trace.
The yaksha watched you from a high tree as you left, his face heating up your voice replaying in his head saying one word. "Alatus."
Scaramoche
Scaramouche and you traveled around Tyvat, he loved wondering with you, you made his world much brighter than how he used to see it. It was only so long before you both took a visit to Inazuma.
Most of the trip he seemed on edge, but as time went on Scaramoche became more comfortable in the scenery he used to reside. So there you were staring at scaramoche in awe, him only more beautiful with the backdrop of the morning trees.
Scara expected evey lavender melon he picked before putting it in the basket for dinner. His face was soft, innocent looking almost."Kunikuzushi" His face tensed hearing the old name that used to belong to him. "what did you just call me?" He cut you off almost immediately before a word could escape his lips."tch Nevermind that He's gone. There's no use in using that name anymore he was naive, weak. Just a waste of existen-"
"Stop talking about him like that!" You yell even shocking yourself before continuing. "H-he was a gentle wanderer who didn't deserve what happened to him.. I just wish he would have obtained his true happiness not sorrow and pain" Scara stared at you in a haze conflicted with his feelings before replying.
" how annoying…do you really believe that…nonsense he has it now so why even pity him. It's just a waste of time and meaningless emotions"
Your eyes lit up from his words " Scara are you admitting you're happy with me?!" you beamed, him on the other hand, was acting nonchalant crossing his arms." think what you want. I'm bored of this conversation just pick the lavender melons" he said narrowing his eyes, an annoyed sigh escaping his lips.
"Ok ok on it! Oh and I'm glad you're happy now, Kunikuzushi" For a moment you could've sworn you saw the puppet's cheeks grow red before he continued, refusing to look at you. " whatever."
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Gratitude | Kiyotaka Ijichi x F!Reader
“Thanks Ijichi, what would I do without you?”
He pauses, and you can hear a soft squeak of leather as he grips the steering wheel a little tighter, looking at you like you’d just offered him the world just with those words. It’s enough to make your heart flutter. He really was charming in all of his awkwardness and you’d made a habit of flustering him over your time working with him, just for a chance to see his face like this.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Praise Kink, Light Teasing, Hand Job, Blow Job, Dom/Sub Undertones, Subby Ijichi, Moans/Whimpering
MINORS DNI/18+ ONLY
It didn’t take a lot to make Kiyotaka Ijichi happy, just a small thank you or good job here and there and the man’s day was clearly made. It cost you nothing to be nice, but you’d be lying if you didn’t admit the way he always blushed and thanked you for thanking him was cute. He’d saved the day for you more than a few times too, in his own way. Finding a place to pick you up even on the busiest street, liasing with the higher ups you’d long ago grown tired of dealing with, being just as knowledgeable as you needed him to be to keep you prepared for the worst. He mattered, even if it didn’t seem like it to others, or to him.
He’d driven you to your mission earlier today, and now you’re feeling even happier than usual to see his headlights in the distance as you make your way through the trees and back to the main road.
You’d been to much more remote areas than this, but with the chill of winter closing in on you, you wished this particular curse had been somewhere that didn’t require a several mile trek back to the car. Ijichi had wanted to walk you there once he reached the end of the drivable path, but when Principal Yaga called him elsewhere he had no choice but to leave you to it. It was for the best, he wasn’t equipped for the same things you were and would have only wasted his time.
It was cold enough that you were avoiding patches of frost, and while you were thankful you’d finished your job quickly, it hadn’t been quick enough to avoid the early setting sun leaving you in near complete darkness. Fortunately Ijichi was back in time to be the source of the only light letting you know you were heading in the right direction.
The anticipation building during the last few yards to the car has you feeling even colder than before, cheeks stinging and fingers numb. You’re also more than looking forward to a friendly face, since the people you’d helped weren’t very grateful. Ijichi would be though, he always was. Even if the only thing he had to be grateful for was a smile and a thanks. He was sweet like that, just happy to be acknowledged.
He is indeed happy to see you, giving you a small wave and unlocking the door as you come into view. When you finally open the door the blast of warm air that hits you from within has you sighing with relief and you’re quick to get in and close the door. You settle into the passenger seat, pleased to find that Ijichi, considerate as always, has it heated and waiting for you.
“That was quick.”
“Same to you, you went all the way to the city and back in that time?” You unintentionally cut off his answer as you cup your hands over the vent to warm them, “God, that’s nice…”
“Oh, here.” Ijichi angles his own vents towards you as well, and the hot air on your face has you sighing happily. He puts one hand on the wheel and the other on the gearshift, readying himself to leave.
“Thanks Ijichi, what would I do without you?”
He pauses, and you can hear a soft squeak of leather as he grips the steering wheel a little tighter, looking at you like you’d just offered him the world just with those words. It’s enough to make your heart flutter. He really was charming in all of his awkwardness and you’d made a habit of flustering him over your time working with him, just for a chance to see his face like this.
Leaning back, you enjoy the heated seats fully as you press your now warmed hands to your cheeks. You decide to push Ijichi that little bit further, just to see if his face can flush even more, or if he’ll remember what he was about to do before you have to remind him. “You really are the best.”
“You’re the best.”
This time you’re the one caught off guard. He always thanked you, profusely even, but this seemed forward by his standards. Still, you take the compliment with a smile, and it seems to open a floodgate of things you guess he had wanted to say for some time.
“And you’re kind, and I appreciate that you always say hello to me, and when I pick you up you’re there waiting, and if you’re not you answer your phone right away.”
You’re taken aback, that Ijichi was thanking you for all of these mundane things and that he looked so tense through it all, gripping the steering wheel like he was making some kind of deep confession. It’s cute, he’s cute. So you decide to tell him that.
“You’re so cute, Ijichi.”
He lets out a shaky breath, as if you’d said something lewd to him, then looks straight ahead through the windshield and you aren’t sure whether he’s embarrassed at the noise he’s made or processing how to feel. When he turns to look at you he looks gravely serious.
“Do you mean that?”
“Of course I do.”
His blush deepens and you swear his glasses are on the verge of fogging up. It only makes you want more of that look of his, so you make a bold choice, leaning closer to him and resting your arm on the centre console as you speak.
“Kiyotaka Ijichi, you are very, very, very cute.”
His lashes flutter and his eyelids get heavy, and you swear he’s holding his breath now. He glances down at your mouth, and that’s all the go ahead you needed right now to lean in closer and press a kiss to his lips. They’re soft, softer than you’d expected, and when he doesn’t move to deepen the kiss you pull back to check you hadn’t misread this or the dozens of other similar situations with him. Just as you begin to ask if he was okay with that, it’s as if his body suddenly catches up to his brain and he wipes his palms on his slacks, then holds your face gently as he finally kisses you back.
His glasses are slightly displaced as he does and he’s quick to take them off, setting them on the dash as he returns to press his lips to yours. They’re gentle kisses, small pecks while he holds your face as though it were far too delicate for his hands, and when you finally trace your tongue along his lips and he opens them you realise he’d only been trying to keep in the very moan he lets out and into your mouth.
The volume of it surprises you, and embarrasses him as he pulls back, putting his hands back on the steering wheel and facing forward, eyes shut tightly. You can see from his tensed posture he must be chastising himself internally for acting so desperate, and you know he still hasn’t understood that that’s exactly what you like about him. But if it’s reassurance he needs, you’re more than happy to provide.
“Kiyotaka…” you rarely use his given name so often, and hearing it in such a serious tone gives you his full attention immediately. You place a hand on one of his cheeks, kissing the other one, and his expression softens from nervous to happy again. “You worry too much.”
You kiss his cheek again, this time lower down. Then a few more times along his jawline, stopping just short of his neck. “I like you.”
When you tickle at his neck with the tip of your tongue and he arches his back, you feel proud of him for not having that flash of embarrassment come back as he gives in to the feel of your mouth on him. Instead, he asks for more in his own way, “You do?”
“Yes, and I like kissing you.” You suck gently at his neck and he chokes back another moan by biting at his lips. “Do you like it too?”
He nods, and that’s enough for you for now as you deepen your kisses. When you place a hand on his leg he swallows hard and you rub and squeeze at his thigh. In the back of your mind you wonder just how dark the marks you’re leaving on his neck will be, and wonder if he’ll feel as proud as you suspect you will at not being able to hide them - but at the forefront of your mind is the more pressing matter of Ijichi nearly panting from the way you’re touching and kissing him. When you ride your hand up his thigh and he finally lets a moan slip past his lips your heart skips a beat.
You chuckle, and your breath tickling his neck has him breaking out in a full body shiver. “The sounds you’re making are cute too.”
He brings a hand to his cheeks, as though checking just how hot they’d gotten with the flurry of praise he’d just received. “Th-thank you.”
“Can I touch you?” You’re already touching him, hand riding further up his thigh and fingers just stroking against his balls through his trousers. He knows what you mean though and nods enthusiastically. You trace gentle circles over him, smiling as it sends more shivers through his body. As you lean back you notice how his jacket obscures a proper view at the outline of his cock, but you slide your hand underneath to savour the surprise rather than remove all obstacles at once.
Ijichi seems to be hanging onto your every breath, eyes flicking between your face and your hands, sure to look down whenever you glanced up at him. You swallow, he swallows too, you lick your lips, he does the same. When you brush your fingers up his length and find he’s already left a sizable wet patch in his pants you smile, and feel a sense of delight at how his cock twitches when you do. So much precome and you had only just started touching him properly.
“Poor Ijichi, it’s like you’ve been hard all day.”
“I haven’t, it’s- it’s just since you got in the car. I mean-“ he opens and closes his mouth, wanting to explain himself, to assure you that he wasn’t some pervert who got hard at the sight of you. “It’s just… when you thanked me. I appreciated it.”
He hadn’t explained away anything, in fact you were even more certain that your dear Ijichi had some less than hidden kinks. “Well, I appreciate you.”
There it is again, his cock throbbing against your hand, and it makes you want more.
“And I think you work harder than a lot of us realise.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Your words, accompanied by your hand stroking him through his clothes, has him squirming and it only makes you want more. “Why don’t you take off your jacket.”
He doesn’t seem to catch on at first, so wrapped up in the praise he’s somehow forgotten you have your hand on his cock, but when it clicks he’s quick to catch up with the lost seconds.
“Yes ma’am.” As he takes off his coat in a scramble he winces at his own words embarrassment returning, “I mean-“
“Good boy.” You knew what he meant and knew what he wanted, but still didn’t expect the sound he let out when you said it. A horny little whine from sweet Ijichi, and you hadn’t even touched him properly yet. “Can I make you cum?”
Of course that’s where you were going with this, but he still stares at you blankly for a moment and you can’t help teasing him for it. “Is that a no?”
“No, no. I mean yes, you can, if you want? You don’t have to.”
“I’d love to. It’s the least I can do to thank you for all of your hard work.”
He’s bordering on frantic, shoving his coat into the back seat, unbuckling his pants with shaking hands, thanking you like you weren’t as excited to touch him as he was to be touched. He struggles to unbutton them, but once that’s done he makes quick work of the zipper and pulls his cock out.
There’s no hiding your delight at finally seeing it. It was as cute as the rest of him and your pleased gasp has it twitching so hard it taps his stomach, bead of precum at the salmon coloured tip leaving a string connecting it where it had touched his shirt. It’s modest, if you could describe a dick in such a way, and it suits him. Uncut, no curve to speak of but a sizeable, glistening head, not especially veiny, and big enough to presumably get the job done but small enough that you think you could fit the whole thing in your mouth while barely having him in your throat. Though you suspect something like that would have him cumming on the spot.
“You’ve got a pretty cock, Ijichi.” You lock eyes with him and this time he doesn’t avert his gaze, and you can tell he’d been desperately watching your reaction, hoping that he was good enough.
“Oh,” it wasn’t a compliment he’d ever expected to receive but he takes it gladly, “thank you, you’re very pretty.”
“Ijichiiii…” you’ve long ago caught on to his reaction to the way you say his name. In the past you’d only noticed a blush spread across his face, an averted gaze, now you were wondering if you’d made his dick twitch every time. “You’re so sweet.”
It only feels right to give him one last peck on the cheek as thanks, before you begin thanking him properly. You’re gentle at first, grip so loose as you move your hand up and down, it would tickle if you were touching him anywhere else like this, but your touch already has his thighs tensing.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes…” he’s suddenly whispering, even though there’s no one around to hear him but you.
You hover your thumb over the head of his cock for a moment before swirling round it gently. He’s sensitive, and even that seems to be too much as he shivers and whimpers at the touch. His tip is given some relief for a moment as you slide your hand down to the base, gripping him firmly as you stroke upward slowly, watching another bead of precum emerge. Wiping your thumb over it you bring it to his mouth, and he doesn’t hesitate to part his lips for you to slide your finger over his tongue. When he tightens his lips around your thumb, sucking gently, he looks down, unable to meet your eyes while he does. The fact that he’d done it without you even having to ask has your thighs clenching together with excitement.
“Does that taste nice, Ijichi?”
He shuts his eyes completely as he nods, letting you slide your thumb back and forth against his tongue for a moment before pulling it out with a wet pop. You grip his cock again, and he isn’t prepared for you finally stroking him properly, moaning and gasping at the feel of it.
“Do you want me to taste you too?”
“What?” He’s still somehow taken aback, as if you weren’t already clearly trying to pleasure him.
“Do you want me to suck your cock?”
He nods, choking on words as you stroke him harder and faster. You let him enjoy the feel of your hand for a few moments more before deciding a simple nod is not enough. You halt your movements, savouring the feel of his throbbing cock and he looks at you as though he might cry.
“Then say it for me.”
“Please, please, please.” You can hear his toes curling from the soft squeak of his patent leather shoes, knees bouncing as he whimpers for you - and you realise he was already on the verge of cumming before you’d stopped.
“You can do better than that, Ijichi, ask me to suck your cock.”
He whines, fighting against himself to just ask for what he clearly wants, cock still throbbing in your hand. Then, he makes a half-whispered attempt, “Please suck me.”
Your disappointed face has him looking distraught, pathetic even, in his desperation to please you and be pleased by you. He doesn’t make you ask him again, taking in a shaky breath then crying out, “Please suck my cock!”
“Of course, Ijichi, anything for you.” Yet again your words have him moaning, even as your hand stays steady, and you readjust in your seat so you can bend down and take him into your mouth.
As your lips wrap around the head of his cock and move slowly down he places a gentle hand on your head, holding your hair back and panting out a barely comprehensible string of thanks.
The hand that had been gripping him moves to squeeze at his balls through his slacks as you find you were correct in guessing you could take his cock all the way to your throat with relative ease. You suck your cheeks in, tongue swirling along the shaft before you begin bobbing up and down.
It’s immediately clear that you were also correct in guessing that Ijichi would only be able to handle so much, and you can feel his balls tightening already as you suck. He tries to warm you but it’s clear his impending orgasm is more surprising to him than to you.
“I’m close- ‘mmm cumming!” The words are barely out before he’s filling your mouth, and you take him as deep as you can to swallow the rest. He squirms and groans and whimpers and it’s all music to your ears. You suck him through his orgasm until he’s spent, twitching, whining, letting out soft little pleas before you sit up.
The sight of him gives you butterflies - face red, eyes watery, panting and completely exhausted by the experience. You sit back, wanting to give him a chance to recover without further overstimulation, but he stops you, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. His palms are clammy, and he’s still catching his breath, but it’s sweet. When he pulls back he wipes at your mouth, kissing you between attempts to dry your chin of drool.
You let him, enjoying the look of concentration and tenderness battling with his exhaustion before you kiss him again and sit back into your seat. He does the same, letting out a happy sigh and looking the most relaxed you’d ever seen him.
“Thank you.”
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CHAPTER 2
#my writing#jjk fanfic#jjk smut#ijichi kiyotaka#kiyotaka ijichi#ijichi#minors will be blocked#ijichi x reader#ijichi x you#reader insert#self insert#ijichi x y/n
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𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞☆
➤𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐝 (𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
➤𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑,𝟏𝟖𝟖
➤𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝟑𝐚𝐦, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 <𝟑
"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮"
-𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟
𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜𐮜
Your boots had hit the ground hard, flying down the dirt path uncaring of the flecks of mud that stuck to the cream coloured dress that danced wildly around your ankles. The sun was setting over the land and it bid farewell with a kiss of colour. Oranges, yellows, pinks, and blues spread across the sky in a perfect harmony, it truly was your favourite part of the day. You continued on your run, your mother could scold you if she caught glimpse but you just had so much energy in you that you couldn’t help but let it out somehow, and you also delighted in how much your dress puffed up and swirled around with the wind.
Finally landing in the front yard, you slowed down and rested your hands against your knees, gripping the fabric there for a moment to catch your breath, you lifted yourself up and spun around to look back at where you came from, the trees swayed slightly in the breeze but you couldn’t take your eyes off the sunset, it seemed to become more beautiful every time you looked at it.
You walked backwards a few steps before swinging around on your heal, scanning the yard to see if any of your fathers workers were still hanging around this late into the evening, your eyes landed on a man leaning up against the fence, staring shamelessly at you. Your smile was uncontainable as you stared back for a moment before glancing away, you strolled at a delightfully calm pace over and up onto your varanda. You leaned forward to rested your bare fore arms against the fence, making a point of looking away from the man in front of you, who’s eyes you could feel burning into your face. But you had learnt quickly that Billy was as determined as they come, and confident, he was a man who would happily walk the stretch of the farm to come talk to you.
You raised a hand to shield your eyes from the setting sun, struggling to contain a grin at the sight of Billy walking over to you, the way his body bathed in the sun made him look even more handsome then any man you’ve ever seen, his dark hair glowed enchantingly in the dying light, giving off a golden hue. You were completely unable to remove your attention from the man who now only stood a few feet in front of you, internally scolding yourself at the obviousness, as much as you’d love to show Mr Bonney just how much you appreciated his presence around the farm, you knew your father would be no quicker to try shoot the man.
“evening’ Mr Bonney” you spoke, your voice deliciously sweet.
god you were hopeless.
Billy’s smile never seemed to falter around you, it almost seemed to double in size when you started talking to him too.
“evening’ sweetheart” Billy beamed, removing his hat and hanging it off the fence post next to him. The nickname made your heart squeeze, you swear he was a dream. You noted how his face was flushed from a mixture of the days work and the burning sun, it had been a wonderfully warm day and you could only imagine how hard it must’ve been to be out working in it all day.
“do you need anything, Mr Bonney? I can grab you a glass of water if need be” your played with your fingers absent-mindedly, hoping the flush on your face wasn’t too apparent, he had such a way of making you so nervous without having to do anything. Billy let out a small chuckle and you prayed he couldn’t tell how shamelessly you were staring at his oh-so kissable lips
“you’re such a sweet thing, aren’t you? I’ve told you darlin’ call me Billy. No need for the formalities” he spoke light heartedly but the deepness in his tone was breath taking.
You nodded with a small grin “okay, Billy”
it felt strange to call him by his name, you’ve known Billy for quiet some time but you’d always made sure to stay polite, that’s what your mother had always taught you. And deep down you also believed that if you started calling Billy by his first name that you’d never be able to utter another word besides that again.
The two of you watched each other for awhile, paying no heed to the comfortable silence between you, your eyes made their way down his frame before landing on his arm, you sucked in a quiet breath at the dried blood you saw smeared there. Your body moved before your head could even catch up, you had flew down the steps of your varanda and had gently taken hold of Billy’s arm. Billy stood wordlessly as you examined his injury, it wasn’t a deep gash but it was lined with dirt gathered over the day, if it wasn’t sorted it would definatley lead to infection.
“it’s nothing sweetheart, truly. Just a scratch I got earlier this morning” he spoke softly, his much larger hand coming up to cover your hand with his. You shifted your eyes upwards to meet his, you never realised how much taller Billy was then you, and seemingly neither had he, you both soaked up the imagine in front of you. You shook your head slightly in disagreement and to also bring you back to your senses, you were being awful obvious.
“I’ll clean it up for you, it mightn’t be a terrible cut but it’s better safe than sorry Mr Bonney-uh, Billy, sorry” you took a step back but kept your hand intertwined with Billy’s, giving it a small tug of encouragement to have him follow you into the house. Billy followed you instantly but quipped in a few times, saying it was fine and that he didn’t want to bother you truly, each protest you brushed off.
“is your mother home? I don’t believe she’d be mighty happy finding me in here alone with you”
you were glad you had your back turned to him, searching through your cabinet for some alcohol to use as disinfectant and a roll of bandages, he couldn’t see the way your teeth immediately sunk into your lower lip at what he was implying. You gathered what you needed and guided Billy to sit in the chair in front of where you were standing, you dumped everything on the wooden table beside you and got to work.
“no need to worry, Ma’s gone off to town for the evening with a few friends. Daddy’s off in the saloon with some boys from work, I’m surprised you’re not with them” you questioned curiously, Billy’s never turned down a chance to win some quick cash playing poker with your dad before.
“eh just wasn’t feeling up for it today” you eyed him suspiciously, earning a melodic laugh from him “I mean it, I swear. Just had other thing’s in mind that I wanted to do instead” his tone seemed to drop slightly at the end and a shiver ran up your spine, you eyes stayed firmly on the wound before you, marvelling in the way his fingers tapped against the exposed skin on your elbow as you worked.
“this might hurt a bit” you whispered, pouring some alcohol onto a rag, you ran it on the surrounding skin before ultimately pressing it gently into the wound itself, earning a quiet hiss from Billy
“m’sorry” you said softly, finally grabbing the bandages to wrap him up. His fingers had now changed their tune and were drawing small swirls on your skin
“s’alright darlin’, thank you for patching me up, don’t know what I’d do without you”
you smiled to yourself and made a knot with the left over bandage, tucking the knot down and moving to put away the left over alcohol on the table.
“I think you’d be just fine, you know I’ve heard you’re pretty good at taking care of yourself” you tease, reaching up to slot the drink back into it’s original place, you heard Billy shuffle out of his chair and walk over to you
“you talk about me, sweetheart’?” you turn quickly in your spot, your back pressed up against the counter top behind you, Billy stood a mere three feet away, smirking down at you. You rolled your eyes at the sight, he could be such a confident bastard.
“I heard the guys talking about you one day, said you have a pretty good shot. Not sure how much I believe it though” the playfulness in your voice was evident, obviously you knew how good Billy was with a gun, it was all your father would talk about whenever Billy got brought up in conversation.
You’d never get over Billy’s laugh, it was so genuine and heart warming, having you smile without a choice. “I know you’ve seen me shoot, angel, you don’t think I’ve seen you watching from the top window?”
you look away bashfully, wondering how many times he had caught you watching him in the past.
Your gaze shifted down and you watched Billy cross the few feet that rested between you, bring a hand down and lean against the bench behind you, you realised Billy had you cornered and you’d be lying to say you didn’t enjoy it. His free hand made quick work of tilting your head up to look him straight on, once he knew he had your full attention he let his hand wander down to rest on your jaw, caressing his thumb against your warm cheek. You stared up at him starry-eyed, unsure of where to rest your own hands, you opted for holding them against your stomach and fiddling with you fingers.
“this alright, sweetheart?” he spoke, rasing a brow to you. You nodded your head and leaned into his touch ever so slightly, still too nervous to believe this was actually happening. Billy was a big name around town, and from what you’ve heard there are a lot of girls interested in him, so being the one he’s currently pinning against a counter was something you didn’t believe would happen outside of your daydreams.
“I need words, angel” he said, brushing his thumb into the apple of your cheek
“yes, Billy. it’s good” you spoke gently but loud enough for him to hear, worried he’d take his hands off of you. He smiled down at you and you reached a hand up to his belt ring to tug him closer, taking the outlaw by surprise. He welcomed the new found closeness gladly and you relished in how much bigger he was than you, holding you snugly against the counter behind you, all you could see and breath was him.
Your hands drifted upwards and you pushed his jacket aside slightly to mess with his buttons, you felt anxious, unsure of what he planned to do next. Yous spent a couple of minutes taking each other in, his hands explored your waist as he asked about your day, as if he didn’t have you in this thrilling position, you tried answering him with the best of your abilities, hoping the slight shake in your voice wasn’t obvious. You wondered how long he’d do this, you never took him to be such a tease. Your ran a steady hand down his chest and continued playing with the buttons down there, this must’ve done something to Billy because before you knew it he had crossed the basically none existent line between you and you’re standing chest to chest, the position making you have to angle your head uncomfortably, as if sensing your predicament, his hands reached down and gripped at your thighs, pulling you up onto the counter top. You gasp at how easily he’d grabbed you and you noted the smug look on his face at your shock. Billy slotted himself between your legs easily, he made a point of sliding his hands up your thighs painfully slow and you didn’t bother contain your huff of annoyance.
Billy snapped his eyes from his progressing hands to your face instantly
“so eager” he breathed out tauntingly, you could feel his hands holding you tighter, pulling you legs around his hips.
“you’re such a tease” you retorted, trying to settle your breathing which had become more ragged as his hands progressed. A pinch to your thigh through the thin fabric of your dress made you jump, sending a glare to the man shortly after. One final tug had your hips meeting his, you felt like the whole world around you had stopped, his hands had left your thighs and laid flat behind you, either side of your body. Even in this position he towered over you, he leaned his body into yours and brought his head down, now only a few inches away from yours. You stared up at him, spellbound by how little distance was between you.
“you want me to kiss you?” he spoke more so like it was a statement then a question, staring down at your through hooded eyes. You almost laughed at how confident his words sounded but how desperate he looked. Almost.
“please, Billy” you murmured back, your noses brushing against his as you try close the gap between you two, you listen to the shaky breath he exhales before moving his hands to grasp onto your waist
“sweet fuckin’ thing” is all you hear before Billy’s lips come crashing down onto yours, he kisses you like he’s been starved, completely unashamed on how badly he needs you. You let out a small moan which is swallowed up by Billy’s eager mouth, your hands moved to grab at the sides of his face, the stubble prickling against your palms. His hands ran along your lower back, trying to pull you as close as possible. When you broke apart to catch your breath you observed the line of saliva connecting his mouth to yours, you find his awaiting mouth soon after and continue kissing him like he’s your last meal. Billy bit down on your lower lip, earning a whine from you and access to him. Your hands moved up to settle in his curls, you’ve always wanted to know how his hair would feel running through your fingertips, you’d have never imagined what it feel like to pull on them. You tugged his hair in attempts to pull him in deeper and your hands ran quickly back to his face when he lets out a guttural groan.
You’d have stayed perched up on that counter top all night if you hadn’t heard the familiar sounds of hoofs patting into the hard earth, your fathers shouts as he laughed with some of the men he must’ve gone out with. You jumped at the sound and moved quickly, pushing Billy into the corner and peering out the window, fuck, he had come home so much earlier than you thought. You didn’t notice Billy had slid up next to you until you found his head resting on your shoulder, looking curiously around outside until he spotted the source of your panic
“oh fuck” was all you heard before you felt him wrap his hands around your waist, lifting you off the counter and grabbing your hand in his,
“you gotta go-” you whispered, knowing your father would be in the door any minute now
“I know I know, just- wait” Billy’s hands moved to try smother down your hair, in the moment you were only thinking of Billy, you hadn’t even thought of the state you must be in right now. You tuck your hair behind your ears and reach for Billy’s hand, racing him towards the back door. You had to go through the sitting room to get to it so it brought you a few moments more for now, you unlock the door and move aside to let Billy go, you’d assume he’d go running out the door but he continued to look at you
“Billy-” your cut off by his lips against yours and you can’t help smiling into the kiss, letting him press a few more quick pecks before pushing him away again
“come on we’re pushing it here” you laugh, guiding the man out the door. Billy turns around and intertwined your hands once more
“can I see you again, tomorrow maybe? Look, I don’t want you thinking I’m just here to mess around. I wanna take you out” his confident demeanour falters for a moment “well, only if you want to go out with me of course”
“I’d love to go out with you, Billy” you grin, noting how in the sunshine and moonlight, he seems to shine just as bright.
With that you lean up to press one last kiss to Billy’s cheek, he sends you a quick wink and is off into the night. You rushed to shut the door behind him and lean up against it, trying to process what had just happened, and if it had actually happened or you just had the most vivid dream of your life.
“honey, could ya’ come here for a moment?” your fathers voice broke you from your haze and you made sure to walk out calmly to the kitchen, praying to God Billy did a good job at making you look presentable.
“how was your evening?” you smile, letting him press a quick kiss to your forehead. He seemed to be in a brilliant mood so you’re guessing he’s won big tonight.
“it was good, hon. same old stuff-it wouldn’t interest you too much. But um, I was just wondering if Billy Bonney was around this evening?”
the mention of Billy’s name made your blood run cold, you swore no one was around when you brought Billy into the house, you just prayed if your father did somehow find out, that Billy had made it far enough off the property
“I’m not sure, I’ve been up in my room all evening” a horrible lie yes but it was all you could think of.
“nah it’s fine love, just saw his hat on the post outside. Never seems to go anywhere without it that’s all” with that he gave you a pat on the shoulder and walked off into the living room. You let out a heavy breath and made your way upstairs, the events of today taking a tole on you, it was hard to fall asleep though, ever time you’d close your eyes you’d relive how Billy was holding you and smile so hard you’d swear your face would split in two, you’d finally scolded yourself for acting like a love sick school girl and rolled over to face the window. You’d better get some sleep soon anyways, you’d have to be up to find an outfit to wear to your date tomorrow.
a/n: ok I'm in my Tom Blyth era and i'm sorry but i can't bring myself to write a fic about president snow so we're gonna stick with the cowboy alright. Also forgot that billy the kid was a real person in history lol. Anyways i deadass wrote this in an hour and a half, its currently 3am and i have an exam tomorrow so lets goooooooooooooo
#tom blyth#x reader#billy the kid#billy the kid x reader#billy the kid x you#billy bonney x reader#tbosas#coriolanus snow#ballad of songbirds and snakes
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Wildest Dreams: Chapter 3
Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader
CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6 | CHAPTER 7 | CHAPTER 8 | CHAPTER 9 | CHAPTER 10
synopsis: You’re an assistant director in an indie movie set and fate makes sure you keep crossing paths with a certain Chilean actor.
disclaimer: This is my first Pedro Pascal’s fictional work + the first fanfic I write in English, as it isn’t my first language. Unfortunately, I do not own Pedro and this is all a product of my imagination.
rating: M (keep scrolling if your under 18 please)
warnings: age gap, mature content, fem!reader, eventual drinking and drugs, a little smut but nothing crazy (yet), a bit slow burn but not really.
word count: 1,509
Over the first month, your friendship with Pedro only grew stronger. You were afraid once the production set was moved to the country, he was going to just disappear, as you were no longer roommates. You’d be lying to yourself if you said he didn’t make you feel anything, especially with how charming and flirting he was. You both had shared a lot of personal stuff over smoking joints and you were already used to hanging out together after a day of filming. But today things were going to be different, because the producers had organized a little happy hour for the crew.
Speaking of them, you had asked Pedro to keep your friendship on the low, at least during the job. You knew what everyone would say and think, mostly about you alone, so you were looking after yourself. He understood that and apparently didn’t care to be sneaking out like a teenager to spend some time with you.
“There you are”, Pedro happily greeted you on the corner of the happy hour room, about two hours into the event. “I almost didn’t get the chance to see you today. How’s everything going?”
At this point, you were certain the director hated you, but thank God he was the only one. Everyone else seemed to really like you and your work, which helped a lot with your anxiety.
“He spent the day trying to drive me crazy… Again”, you told Pedro. “You?”
“I would definitely rather be directed by you, if I’m being honest” he said in sympathy. “But yeah, it won’t take long for me to tell him to fuck off. Super nicely, of course.”
You both laughed. You could see he had been drinking and so did everybody in the room. Somebody turned up the music and Pedro dragged you to the improvised dance floor. You danced for about half an hour, until you saw him going to talk to Donna, one of the producers. They seemed friendly— too friendly, if somebody asked your opinion. You noticed it before, how close they acted sometimes, but at the end of the day, it was none of your business. Flo, the make-up artist that got you the job, got your attention and you walked to her.
“What’s up with that face?” She shot you the question. Flo was in her mid 40s and you got to know her in your first gig, since then she was always trying to connect you with people. You really liked her and, most importantly, trusted her. “You looked like you were about to commit murder on the dance floor. I know Dave is giving you a hard time, but honestly he is doing this to every single soul.”
“I was just wondering, is Donna taken?”, you asked as if you had no intention behind it.
“Yeah, I think so”, she told you. “Why? You gay too?”
“Someti— wait, what?” You stared at each other for a few seconds. “Is she?”
“As far as I know”, she said simply. “And by that I mean I’ve known her for about 10 years now. Sorry to disappoint you.”
“No, you didn’t. I mean, good for her, right.”
You decided you need to put your shit together now on. You excused yourself and went to get another drink — you can be a new woman tomorrow. You took some shots and got a drink to hold while you watched everyone dancing and having a good time. You tried to force yourself to stop thinking about your crush on Pedro.
“I need professional help”, you whispered to yourself.
“And why is that?”
“Shit, Pedro!” You jumped, realizing he was right by your side. “You scared the shit out of me, you shithead.”
“Wow, language, sweetheart”, he laughed at your reaction, putting his arm over your shoulder. “What are you up to?”
“Not much, just enjoying the free drinks”, you replied, also enjoying the proximity of his body. “I can see you’re enjoying them yourself.”
“Nah, I’m thinking about getting out of here, people are starting to get too drunk and God forbid I witness anything I can’t unsee”, he was being playful and seemed happy when he got a smile out of you. “Care to join me? Or you already have plans for tonight?”
“Yeah, you know me, Miss Popularity herself”, you both laughed. “Seriously, though. I’m ready whenever you are.”
“Is it okay if we leave together? Considering your privacy policy”, he whispered in your ear. Only if he knew how weak that makes you. You just nodded. “After you, mi princesa.”
Fuck you, Pedro Pascal, you thought as you made the effort to move your shaking legs. Two options: first, he had no idea of his effects on you, or second, he did know that and he just liked to torture you. However it is, you were not willing to make a move to figure it out.
The location of the shooting was a huge farm, so you walked together through the open field, towards his cabin. You got inside and took your shoes off.
“Hey, mister ‘I’m just a common worker as everybody else’, tell me again why exactly you are the only one with a private hot tube”, you teased him. He laughed. “Is it because you’re such good friends with Donna?”.
“So that’s what it was about back in the happy hour?” Pedro looked deeply into your eyes. “Such a jealous little girl, uh?”
You looked away, embarrassed. You can’t deny your brain formulated that sentence, but the alcohol spilled it out your mouth.
“Answering your question, I’m not really friends with Donna, but her partner is one of my closest colleagues in the industry”, he said in a patient tone. “And you’re welcome to use the hot tube whenever you feel like it.”
You could feel your cheeks burning. Fuck.
“I didn’t mean to— to be honest, I don’t even know what I meant, so don’t mind drunk Y/N”, you breathed out strongly.
“Why don’t we forget about it and instead go chill in the hot tube?” He offered you a smile. Pedro was so easy to deal with, always trying to make you comfortable. “I have more of that nice whisky you like.”
You quickly put on your bikini in your room and head back to Pedro’s cabin. You could hear the happy hour turning into a party on the back, as you joined him inside the tub. You did your best to not stare at his toned, tanned body. He was smoking a cigar and handed you a glass.
“You know what’s funny”, he started, you already knew you wouldn’t find it funny at all. “This is the second time I see you in a tub.”
“Well, fuck you very much sir”, you held a serious face before letting a smile scape. “That was traumatic.”
“Why is that? I would say you made quite an impression”, he laughed, something different sparkling in his eyes. “Would it bother you if I said I still think about it?”
You felt your body hot, as if the water was on boiling point.
“God”, you whispered. He never took his eyes off yours. “I don’t know what to say, Pedro.”
“It’s a simple question, sweetheart”, he replied, coming a little closer. You got chills all over your body. “Honestly, I don’t know if you only see me as this friendly, older, disgusting man—”
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” you cut him before he could finish. “Feel free to think about whatever you like.”
“Good”, he said quietly, his body even closer, but still not touching yours. “Tell me what you were doing on the tub that day, sweetheart.”
“I-I was, uh,” you felt like you were about to explode, your brain trying to process if this was really happening. “I was touching myself.”
“Finally, princesa”, he let out a deep breath against your neck. “You don’t know how many times I wanted to hear you say this, to be sure my memory wasn’t fucking with me.”
He touched your waist with his hand, putting the cigar away with the other one. You felt delirious.
“What are you going to do now that you know?” The question popped out of your mouth.
He grabbed your arm to move your body, making you sit on his lap. Face to face. He was hard as fuck.
“I will take you back to your cabin, give you a goodnight kiss…” He made a pause. His stare was deep down your soul. “Come back to mine and think ‘bout you while I mind my own business.”
He was dead serious.
“I’m too horny to go to sleep”, you cried to him, all your blood concentrated between your legs. You moved on his lap, rubbing against his cook.
“Trust me”, he said as his hands firmly held your hips down, making you stop and yet feel him ever harder. “I feel the same way.”
He gave you a little forehead kiss.
“C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”
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i really would like to know what would be alucard reaction to a goth reader and what would be his thoughts on their style and the music they listen to!! ❤️❤️
really love your works btw!!
Alucard x Goth! Reader
Warnings: none
Immediatly thought you were the rogue vampire he and Seras were tracking down, and had one hand on his gun.
Why else would you be wearing only black from head to toe in broad daylight?
It was 6:30pm.
Seras had to quickly explain the concept of goth fashion, and how 'walking the path of darkness' is also an aesthetic, along with a vampiric lifestyle.
Alucard is happily surprised, having only ever spent time around God-fearing humans who would mistake a Hot Topic for a satanist church.
Imagine his surprise when you turn out to be their contact for the mission, having witnessed the rogue vamp acting super sus while being a regular at your favourite nightclub.
When people started going missing week after week, last seen at the entrance to the club, you knew the wannabe Edward Cullen sleazebag had something to do with it.
You walk the two vampires into the club just before opening to show them around, Skeletal Family and The Cult already blaring through the speakers as the bar sets up for the night.
"It doesn't matter if we all die. Ambition in the back of a black car. In a high building, there is so much to do. Going home time, a story on the radio."
Yeah, Alucard digs it.
Discussing the recent victims, you've already come to the conclusion that the rogue is targeting new kids to the scene, teens and young adults who were just getting into goth culture themselves.
Basically, Alucard and Seras were targeting an undead nark gatekeeper.
Alucard admires your smarts and obervational skills, given that you recognized the target without any help from the experts, but you reassure them that they'll know the vamp when they see him.
Before the club opens, you take Seras behind the bar and force her to go through the Lost n' Found bin to suit up. While her military cosplay hugged her in all the right places, the blue and white were going to make her stick out like a sore thumb.
You reassure Alucard that he's already dressed to impress, and that no one will be any wiser that he was new at the club.
"Will my attire not attract any unwanted attention?" he asks you with a smile, as you help Seras with her makeup in the washroom.
"You will have so many bitches humping your leg, you're going to have trouble shaking them off when the vamp breaks into a run. So perhaps you could lose the hat and goggles," you suggest, squeezing Seras' chin as you force a fake septum around her nose.
As the club opens up to the street, in flows a tidle wave of black lace, sequins and leather. Alucard has never felt more at home, and Seras has never felt so uncomfortable around humans in her life.
Just as you said, it takes the two vamps less than half an hour to spot their target. Cake faced, glammed up with tacky chrome, and biting throats at the bar while patrons think he's just some kinky shmuck with some really authentic fake-fangs.
He's not even trying to be subtle.
Alucard and Seras manage to lead him to the mens bathroom, where they have fun pushing the prick around, treating him worse than the poor kids he 'napped and killed.
You stand at the door, not letting anyone in, and telling them that "staff are setting up a gore-fest theme as promo for the new Saw movie."
With how efficient the mission went, compared to the usual goose chase they go through, Alucard keeps your number in case they have another vamp lose in the city.
You already have a list of possible rogues at other goth hangouts you're familiar with, and are more than happy to help keep your community safe.
However, you find Alucard contacting you more so out of boredom than for work, not that you mind in the slightest.
He shows you the real nitty-gritty of the dark side, how shadows and death bend to his every whim without question, given he is the rightful King of the undead.
Alucard finds your style practical and unique, but thinks you can do better than nightclubs and festivals. It doesn't take long for him to take you under his wing as a Hellsing human associate, acting as a bridge between vampires and the living to communicate on undead disturbances.
You become his right hand, not a secretary, but his human voice and confidante. And no one dares ever question your clothes or makeup whenever you walk into a room, because they know the shadows that follow you aren't just for show anymore.
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you weren't mine to lose. s. harrington , e. munson
alternate ending here !
pairing(s) —steve harrington x fem!reader & eddie munson x fem!reader ( separately )
summary —it took you running away for the summer for both you and steve to realise how much you meant to each other. it really is a shame that eddie's heart got roped into it too.
word count —3.3k.
notes —this is based on taylor swift's folklore love triangle, as well as a few other songs from the folklore album! the playlist below is a few songs that i listened to for inspiration while writing this! also, this is set in an au where none of the upside down shit ever happened because i'm not that good at planning things <3
tags —@outoftheregular @auroresce
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MUSIC BLARED while you watched shitty people make shitty conversation whilst drinking shitty beer. god, if you could have been anywhere else, you would be.
he should be back now, you thought. steve, the only reason you were even at this party, had left about 10 minutes ago to get drinks for the both of you.
you sighed, picking at the sleeves of the jacket he gave you. why were you even here? you didn't want to go to a party with people who you didn't like and who certainly didn't like you. why did steve want you to go so badly? was this his way of solidifying whatever was going on between the two of you? was this invitation him saying that those drunken kisses and silly smiles meant to him what they meant to you? that he was no longer 'king steve' but simply 'yours'.
you decided to try and find him, worry and concern swirling in your stomach. you pushed your way to the kitchen, unfortunately finding yourself standing close to carol perkins. " i just don't get why steve is even with her. " she laughed to her friend. " do you think it's some rebound thing to fix his ego? "
" probably. i mean, what other reasons would he have? " the girl's voice trailed off awkwardly once she saw you standing near them. " oops. " she winced, looping her arm with carol's and walking away.
a bitter feeling grew in your heart. it wasn't a secret that the popular population of hawkins high school weren't your biggest fans. they had their sad excuses, some saying you were too loud, some saying that you were too unenthusiastic about your appearance. you know, the typical vapid thought process one comes to associate with those surrounded by carol.
you turned and your breath caught in your throat. steve, the man who kissed you in the car on the way here, the one who's jacket was wrapped tightly around your shoulders, the one who was gone getting drinks was dancing, very happily, with another girl. no, not just another girl.
nancy wheeler wasn't just another girl. she was beautiful, and organised, and liked, and the subject of steve's adoration long before you came into the picture. with an aggravated exhale you turned to leave, only stopping when you passed one of steve's friends, pushing the jacket into their hands with a grumbled request to give it back to him when he was done.
you hobbled over the broken cobblestones, alcohol barely present in your actions but still worsening your ability to walk safely across instead path in thin-soled heels.
steve would have carried you, you thought bitterly when you nearly toppled over for the umpteenth time that minute. you cursed the tears that welled in your eyes, and you despised the ones that actually fell. how embarrassing, crying over a man you couldn't even call yours.
a car pulled up beside you and your hand instinctively balled into a fist. " what's with the long face, sweetheart? " nausea built up in lieu of a grimace at the words until the odd familiarity of the voice struck you.
you turned, only to be met with eddie munson's concerned face looking out at you through the window of a banged up van.
" nothing. " you brushed him off, hoping that the waver in your voice went unnoticed by him. it didn't.
" bullshit. " eddie stared at you, and for a few moments, everything was silent. " get in. "
" what? "
" i said get in. i saw you nearly break a bone ten times, let me drive you home, at the very least. i wouldn't be able to live with myself if such a beautiful lady was left with a twisted ankle. "
you looked around for a second, as if another option would show up out of thin air. tongue pressed to your cheek, you accepted your fate of potentially dying in a van smelling of god-knows-what and opened the passengers seat with a begrudging smile.
a few minutes of silence passed, but they weren't uncomfortable. you weren't sure why, but you didn't feel anxious while sitting next to the school's so-called 'freak' who you've interacted with a handful of times since freshman year.
" okay, cut the shit. what's got you so upset? "
" it's seriously nothing- "
eddie cut you off by slamming on the breaks.
" what the actual fuck, munson?! " you placed a hand to your heart, feeling its rapid movement while trying to calm your breathing.
" i'm not moving this car until you tell me what's wrong. "
" you're in the middle of the fucking street. "
" which is why you'd better start talking, sweetheart. "
you blew out an exasperated breath, pulling at your nails anxiously. " my date, or whatever you'd call it, ditched me to dance with their ex. "
" so it's harrington that made you cry? "
your head snapped towards him. " i didn't say anything about steve. "
" i was at the party too, doll. business deal. i saw you come in with the hair and leave alone so i wanted to make sure you were okay. "
the silence came again as eddie continued driving, still not awkward but slightly more tense. as if eddie knew exactly how you felt he broke the quiet by turning to you. " feel like going on an adventure? "
a surprised laugh bubbled up from your throat. you missed the way eddie grinned when he heard it. " why the fuck not? i've got nothing better to do. " eddie cheered and stepped on the gas, relishing in even more laughter from you.
minutes bled into hours and soon, you found yourselves parked on a ledge by the outskirts of town, strewn lazily around the back of the van, admiring the sunrise as you talked about everything and anything. " i'm not going to college. " you said, head resting on his shoulder. " i mean, i barely graduated high school. i'd get eaten alive. "
" hey, at least you're better than me, i have to redo senior year. "
" only because everyone would miss you so much. " you joked, laughing at the over dramatic face of agreement eddie put on.
" oh yeah, i'm just so totally popular that they couldn't handle me leaving. " you grabbed his hand and started twisting his rings, unaware of the soft gaze and gentle grin directed at you.
" okay, i hate to bring up anything that'd make you upset, but please answer me this. " you turned to look at eddie curiously when he spoke. " why harrington? i mean, look at you! " he let out an incredulous laugh, " you could get anyone you wanted at hawkins but you chose harrington? it doesn’t make sense. "
" steve’s nice. " eddie rolled his eyes. " look, i know he was an ass before, but he’s different now. he’s sweet. "
" people don't change that much that quick. " an annoyed breath leaves your lips and eddie's brows furrow in regret. he placed his hand over yours and you turned your palm upwards to intertwine your fingers. " i'm sorry. "
" don’t be. "
the silence returned, but this time, it was foreign. there were things both of you wished to say that remained unspoken until you moved your head to face him. no words were shared between you both, but the looks you exchanged held an hour-long conversation.
drown me in cheap poetry and irrelevant affairs. make me feel loved. your eyes begged.
his responded by closing, cupping your face and enveloping you in a soft, gentle grave where you could lay unbothered for the next three months.
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BEING WITH eddie was something you'd never felt before. it was the freedom to act like a child without fear of judgement. it was confidence as assurance because you felt no pressure to be anything other that who you truly are. there was no looming popularity contests, no backhanded compliments, only open-mouth kisses against collarbones in the dead of night and water fights in the sea, not caring who heard your screaming.
you cared for steve, you truly did. hell, you probably loved him! but things were always complicated between you both. there was always a fear of him going back to being absorbed in the beauty of nancy wheeler and leaving you in the dust until she grew tired of him and he came back to you. but with eddie, it was only ever you. that was clear in the way he looked at you, the way he smiled at you, the way he held you.
" it's rude to stare, you know. " he reminded with a smirk, snapping you out of your reverie. a blanket that smelled like him was draped around your shoulders while you both sat around a beachside bonfire. " don't tell me you're still thinking about harrington, i will take it personally. " he joked, but you could see the genuine worry he tried to hide in humour.
" i'm thinking about you, actually. " you laughed at the shy smile he tried to hide. " besides, you can't act like i don't catch you staring at me all the time. "
" true, but i believe that when you look at art for a long time, it's called admiring instead of staring. " he smiled at the way you dipped your head in mild embarrassment.
" you're a fucking sap. "
" a sap that you care about enough to stay with for the past month. " he corrected.
" my favourite sap. how does that sound? "
" better than you could ever imagine, sweetheart. "
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THE NIGHTS spent with him were your favourite, that was easy to decide. take this moment, for example. a thin blanket acting as your only shield from midnight's chill, your chests heaving, skin shining in a way that eddie said made you look like an angel, and stupid grins on your faces.
his head resting on your shoulder, your head resting on his while his flyaway hairs tickled your skin. nothing was said in these moments, you words drained from before. but that's what made them so perfect. so natural. nothing forced, nothing false. only the safety that came with being vulnerable with the right person. he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, you pressed a kiss to his forehead. you could feel him smile against your skin, you smiled in return.
maybe this is what the poets dreamed about. maybe this was bliss. maybe this was the true peak of love.
it truly was a shame that sleep overtook you before you registered the fact that you did, in fact, love eddie munson. maybe it would have stopped memories of another flooding your dreams.
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· ͟͟͞➳ the following segment takes place in a dream.
STEVE HELD his hand out to you. it was dark. moon lit the pavement and stars shone to grant him full view of you. he'd finally given in to your pleading to go to the playground purely for the fun of it, and when he saw you smile like that, he couldn't exactly say he regretted it. you placed your hand in his, giddiness growing in your stomach when he pulled you closer, free hand moving to cup your cheek.
" you're so beautiful. " he murmured quietly, gently, almost as if he was scared that the moon itself would steal his words if it heard them. his eyes flitted towards your lips before meeting your eyes again, a silent question that you answered by grasping the back of his neck and pulling him closer towards you.
steve made you feel different. you wished you could think of a better way to describe it, but you couldn't. he could make you feel perfect one second, and like you were an outsider the next. when you were around him, you wanted to be the best version of yourself possible. being around him bettered you. but there was also the daunting question as to whether or not he'd still find you beautiful if you just stopped trying. if he would take you for how you are at your core.
" why did you leave? " he asked once you pulled away, even more quiet than before. " why didn't you stay? "
" you were with nancy, you looked happy. "
his hands held your face, making you look into his eyes when you tried to look away. you feared that when you looked at him, you would see judgement. but instead you say pure concern. he wanted to fix whatever happened between the two of you.
" she was giving me advice on something about you. about us. "
" what? "
" she was telling me to do what i should have done a long time ago. "
you didn't dare speak, fearing that your heart would betray you and leap out instead of words if you tried. " she told me to tell you that i love you. more than anything, and i want to be yours. officially. "
" steve, " you brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and his eyes fluttered closed momentarily at the feeling of your fingertips dancing along his skin, " i'm sorry for what happened. " you leaned in closer. " i love you. "
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SUMMER BREEZE with the smallest hint of cool coaxed eddie from sleep, rubbing his eyes groggily as sun peaked through the open van doors, showing off the spectacle that was the pile of crappy t-shirts and discoloured sheets that had become you and him.
his back rested against the back of the driver’s seat, arm securely around your shoulders, thumb rubbing small circles on your bicep as you curled closer to him in sleep. he took in a deep breath of salt-laced air and let it go seconds later, smile faltering slightly when his sense of dread didn't go away.
he knew it would be over soon. soon fall would come and he'd go back to being eddie 'the freak' munson while you went back to where you belonged. with steve. see, as much as he wished to believe that your rightful space was beside him, laughing and talking about the most idiotic things, he knew it wasn't. that you belonged with steve 'the hair' harrington and the several soon-to-be freshmen that you'd unofficially adopted as your own. should he feel bad for stealing you away for the summer? he didn't think so. not when he'd loved you since he first saw you in middle school after you stood on some jock's foot for making fun of his band.
eddie was a firm believer that people were allowed a certain amount of selfish moments in their lives, and he was prepared to use all of his on you. lying in the back of his van with the same tacky tourist t-shirts one would associate with a father who unironically claps when a plane lands strewn everywhere as tokens to commemorate your trip through indiana, he was convinced that this moment was the true meaning of nirvana.
you stirred in your sleep and eddie snapped his head to you, worrying that, somehow, his thoughts grew so loud that they threatened to wake you. but instead, you stayed in whatever dream encapsulated you. you muttered something under your breath and eddie leaned closer to your head to hear.
" steve, m'sorry for what happened"
his heart stopped.
" i love you. "
and then it shattered altogether.
but he brushed it off, running a hand across his face and swallowing his pain, allowing himself to pretend he never heard so that he could live out the last few days of summer grasping onto the frail belief that he could ever be the one for you.
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SHADES OF september coloured the hawkins trees as you walked to family video with one hand stuffed in your pockets and the chain of your necklace clutched in your other. anxiety and nausea swirled in your stomach, threatening to choke you. for a moment, a quick and fleeting moment, you considered running away again. mad-dashing to your bike because fear took control of your actions once more. but you stubbornly shook your head. you needed to do this. you needed to see him.
your knees began to grow weak the closer you got, and by the time you were reaching out to open the door, your hands were shaking with a tremor that you'd laugh at in any other situation.
when the overhead bell dinged and robin looked up from the till to see which fake smile she needed to wear, she wouldn't ever say she expected you see you, her best friend, the girl who'd essentially gone missing over the summer, the girl who steve had rambled about non-stop since mike wheeler saw you take off in eddie's van. " dingus! " she hissed, turning quickly to pretend she hadn't seen you so that she could warn steve.
" what? the owner's coming? " he dipped his head out from the manager's lounge, stuffing some of the snacks they hid away in their into his pockets.
" worse. well, for you it's worse. for me it's actually pretty good and incredibly entertaining— "
"robin, who is it? "
" steve? "
queue a pack or reese's falling from his hand. steve's jaw went slightly slacked when he saw you standing there. you looked like you always did. beautiful. you wore a simple cardigan, one that always made his breath hitch when he saw you in it. steve stepped out from behind the counter, slowly walking towards you, like he was afraid that he was dreaming again and you weren't really there. robin silently left, knowing that whatever would come to happen between you two was meant to stay between you two alone.
" i'm sorry. "
" i'm sorry. "
your words overlapped and made both of you laugh for a moment before sobering up to reality. he was standing right before you now, brows furrowed and eyes slightly watery. when he spoke, his voice was soft and delicate, barely above a whisper, " why did you go? "
you rolled your lips, heart sinking with the heavy rock of guilt when you saw the complete loss and confusion on his face. " i thought you'd be better off without me. with people you belong with- "
" i belong with you. "
" then why did you never say anything about it? why was it only ever just a kiss and nothing more? "
" i was scared. "
" scared of what? "
" everything. " he laughed, but there was no humour in the sound. " that you'd get bored of me once i stopped being popular, that you'd find someone better, i don't know! just... everything. "
his hands landed on the sides of your face, thumbs softly running against the apples of your cheeks. " but i'm not scared anymore. so, if you still want me. i'm here. my heart is in your hands, so do what you want. throw it out the window, stomp on it, break it, i don't care. it won't stop the fact that i love you. more than anything. "
" i love you too. more than anything. "
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MONTHS PASSED like sand trickling through an hourglass, and soon, you and steve found yourself being pulled to eddie's graduation by dustin who forgot about the summer's events and wanted nothing but for his favourite older friends to bond.
you couldn't deny the pride that swelled in your chest when eddie's name was called to accept his diploma. nor could you deny the barely-there stutter of your heartbeat when his eyes met yours from so far away.
' congrats, you sap. ' you mouthed, praying that he could somehow see what you said. he smiled and dipped his head. you smiled.
eddie couldn't deny the happiness he felt when he say you in the crowd, even though you were there with steve harrington's arm around your waist, you were still there. that's all that mattered to him. in reality, he would never know if what happened during the summer of 85' was real. he would never truly know is every kiss, every touch, every word would ever mean as much to you as it did to him. but you still smiled at him when you crossed paths. you still waved when you picked mike, dustin, and lucas up from hellfire. you still noticed him, no matter how small your actions were, and that was enough for him because a taste of heaven is better than nothing at all, and he wasn't such a fool as to let an angel pass with basking in its glow.
he couldn't complain, not really, because you were never his to lose.
#i would have stuck w eddie tbh-#but i wanted to stick to the actual folklore thing as much as possible#ugh i need to write soft eddie hcs now#i love eddie munson#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#love stevie too ofc <3#stranger things 4#stranger things x reader#nancy wheeler#mike wheeler#stranger things#robin buckley#folklore love triangle#folklore#taylor swift
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Do Not Go Gentle
Cymru
Albion
Alba
Warnings for death
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Ériu
Ériu first dies when he is too old.
They’re all there now, his new brothers along with himself and Alba. Young Cymru, short, stout, and gentle. Albion younger still, all bones and teeth and impatience. Mama is gone. Lost somewhere a few years ago, when they woke up one morning to find her missing, nothing there but her favourite cloak laid over them all still warm with the smell of her. Cymru too, lain awake teary eyed and refusing to speak of it.
He is ten, he thinks, physically. Two hundred, maybe more. Ériu’s body is taller, shadow longer and fuller. He feels more capable, at any rate, and notices how their people change in their manner towards him, parental to deferential, opinions asked for more and more. His people, his brothers’, theirs- the lines between them grow sharper every year.
Ériu is careful.
Does not go out alone in bad weather. Prays to the Gods before crossing the sea, never goes in when it is rough. Walks along paths well-trodden unless in a group, plans meticulous watches with Alba when they travel alone together at night, listening keenly to the hungry sounds of the forest whilst the other sleeps. He thinks before he does, debates and considers the risks before every action. Where is the danger? What could happen? How can I stop it?
Alba knows what he runs from. He says Ériu is too cautious. Says that death will come for him eventually and putting it off will only make it worse. Says that Mama spoilt him with her fretting and that he is rotting inside for the privilege. Despite himself, Ériu knows that he is right. It is worse, waiting with it. The expectation and fear of the inevitable fermenting inside him, growing and swelling and making him throw away food he cannot afford to waste because he is unable to convince himself that the colour is right.
But Ériu does not want to die. He hears Alba cry out sometimes at night, knows that he muffles the dark memories of one particular rainy day into his pack and pulls Albion closer when he veers towards deep water. And Ériu recoils from it.
Death is a funny thing.
It comes to the careful anyway.
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It is already hot. Sun high in the sky and the morning is clear and cloudless.
Albion lazes fat in the shade of a bush, aimlessly pulling blackcurrants off the branches that lie close overhead to drop into his waiting mouth. Alba glares across the meadow towards the distant hills, feet a tap tap tapping an anxious tattoo on the banks of hedgerows.
Cymru is not there.
‘He knows we need to go.’ Alba says, ‘Where the fuck is he?’
‘He’ll be fine.’ Ériu says. ‘He’ll be back in a minute.’
Ériu is mending his fishing nets, the weave unthreading in the middle to let desperate, lucky fish slip through. They were going to the coast, to the stretch of land that met their shared sea for them to travel back across. He does not want to go. The land they are in at the moment feels more like home to him, this side of the water, and he is more than happy to indulge Cymru’s unintentional delays.
Alba seems to know it. He turns to glare at him, his bags already packed and slung over one arm. ‘When did you notice him go?’
‘He’s fine.’
‘He’s not here though, is he.’
‘He’s only gone for a walk. You know he likes being up high; I bet he’s gone up to the top there to see the view and sit a while. He’s been gone since sunrise so he’ll be back soon.’
‘No, he won’t.’
Both of them stop to stare at Albion, still happily on his back in the shade.
Albion must feel their eyes because he sits up, looking defensive as if expecting to be proven wrong. He grabs for some more currants higher up, tunic riding up as he stretches, juice staining his hands, and points out the suddenly obvious, ‘He took his bag with him, didn’t he.’
Cymru did.
Alba swears and kicks at the dirt, looking towards to the sky anxiously as if it were about to break. ‘We won’t get to the village in time if we don’t go now.’
‘We can set off tomorrow.’ Albion points out but Alba’s not listening. They’ve all been this side of the sea for a while and Ériu guesses that Alba is feeling anxious for home, wanting to feel more himself as he does there than here. The coast is a week’s walk away and the weather can change from bright to brutal in a blink. Alba will not take them if the skies change.
‘I’ll get him,’ Ériu says. He folds his net away and stands, sharing a knowing look with Alba who turns away, hiding his expression. ‘I’ll be back before night.’
‘Can I come?’
‘No. You’re too slow.’ Alba clamps a hand around Albion’s arm and Ériu leaves before things get heated.
It is a nice walk. Ériu can see why Cymru chose it. Animal trails wind up the slowly rising hill, a narrow line through bushes and grasses flanked tall either side until Ériu stumbles out into the clear again, unaware of how high he is until he sees the grasslands roll away from under him in a gentle bulge of earth, green and dappled with trees. He would stop here, if it were him. He’d settle down with some food, right as the terrain changed, and watch the world go by from his midway point between two realms, not quite above, not quite below.
But Cymru likes to see the whole world beneath his feet and so Ériu pushes on, feeling the burn in his muscles and the sweat on his skin as the incline gets steeper and the paths gets rockier- single, large boulders cresting from the soil until they all blend together in bursts.
Ériu finds him as the sun begins to descend. Cymru is right at the top as he’d expected, on the edge of an overhang and content on his stomach. He has his whole upper half, arms, chest, and head, dangling over the edge, a stick in hand to poke at some stones below. The soon to be darkening sky and the fact that he cannot see his brother’s head makes Ériu’s gut flash with fear. He imagines Cymru falling, sees him vanish over the edge before Ériu can stop him, his hands clutching at nothing but air before he too then falls. Down down, neck snapping, bones breaking, darkness waiting for them at the hard, lonely bottom.
Two strides and he wrenches Cymru sharply back by the collar, ignoring his yelp of pain to drag him away from the edge. Ériu staggers with the weight of him, rocks rolling underfoot, and they both splay back into the scraggly grass. Something sharp nicks him in the shin- an edge of a rock, disturbed and jagged- but Ériu is too panicked to care.
‘What on earth are you doing!’ he shouts, scrabbling to his feet- Cymru is okay, he’s there-, ‘You know we were supposed to be leaving today.’
‘I’m sorry!’ Cyrmu rolls up to his knees, face dusty and shocked, ‘I thought that I’d only be quick-‘
‘Don’t be a dammed liar; you’ve got your bag with you.’
Cymru averts his eyes, his reasons stuck tight between his lips and Ériu is too relieved he’s away from the edge to take the time to pry them free.
Ériu clips him around the ear, throws Cymru’s bag into his chest, and, without a word, stalks away to lead them down again.
He thinks of it again as they go. Hears the crunching sound of Cymru’s shoes on the loose stones and dry twigs as snapping bone against flesh. Imagines the tumbling fury of it in his mind’s eye, the all-encompassing agony of that impact. He grabs Cymru’s hand to tug him along faster and doesn’t let go until they’re deep into the bushes again, edge of the hill hidden from view and its deadly incline gentler.
He checks them over as they stop to rest near the base where the lands smooths almost flat. Cymru has some scratches to his hands from breaking his fall and Ériu himself has a cut across his shin, no bigger than an inch in length. But nothing more. A worthy price to pay, he thinks, compared to what could have been.
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The next morning, the split skin around his shin is hot.
‘What’s wrong?’
The next, it is even hotter.
‘Hey.’
The third day, worse. When he changes the shoddily done wrapping Ériu smells that it has festered. The panic sets in. He hears his brothers down the stream from him, two talking, one laughing, and cold fingers grip inside his chest and squeeze him tight enough to close his throat.
He tracks the growth of the darkening, reddening skin by each freckle and mole it passes, willing it desperately to stop. With each new conquest it makes, the feelings of dread grow stronger and colder, and the more he pushes his reality away.
Cool hand in his own. Cymru stares up at him, worried. ‘You’re limping.’
It usually goes away. Why isn’t it going away.
‘Hurt my ankle.’ Ériu says and flicks Cymru’s nose to stop him frowning. ‘It’ll be fine by night time.’
‘You were limping yesterday.’ Cymru apparently won’t be distracted, ‘But it’s worse now.’
Ériu shrugs and forces himself to stand straighter. It is hot. Cloudless skies and a burning sun. What he wouldn’t do for a rest by a cool lake.
It was only small. It can’t be too bad; it was only small. Small things heal.
Ériu grips the strap of his bag and carries on.
Cymru keeps more silences than just his own. He slows his pace to match Ériu’s and takes Albion’s bag from him to make him look excusably more laden. When Alba calls to hurry them as the sun goes down, it is Cymru he focuses on.
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‘Show me.’
Alba by firelight, hair the colour of polished bronze. He could only be distracted for so long.
Cymru and Albion sleep nearby. Ériu eyes them, then Alba, and slowly, carefully, rolls up his trouser leg to share his nightmare.
It is bad. Something has got into him, under his skin and down further and through the bone. Alba comes over to see better and they both analyse the now weeping, stinking sore with cool, blank faces. The leg is starting to swell.
‘How long?’
‘Four days. It keeps going.’
Alba nods and licks his lips. Goes to touch Ériu’s poor leg, then doesn’t. ‘We need to go to the people. Maybe the rot can be stopped.’
Ériu hesitates, then nods. Allows hope in and forces himself to forget briefly all of the memories he has been replaying of the final hours of writhing men and sobbing children, their skin sore and angry just like his after something tore at it. ‘There’s a settlement near the river. It’s not too much of a detour.’
Alba’s eyes are soft. It makes Ériu’s stomach tighten with cold again, ‘Can you get there?’
‘Yes.’ Ériu says firmly.
Alba nods, ‘Alright.’
He helps Ériu wrap it for the night, newly washed linen that one of them could have used as a shirt. Instead, it is used to hold Ériu together, and he and Alba lay quietly side by side, watching the stars through the trees and listening to the snap of the fire.
It helps, if only for a night.
When their people greet them, Ériu can hardly walk.
Thoughts do not stick with him long. He steadily worsens, the final steps are a blur, and he is tipped from Alba’s arms into a strangers’, hot cheeks pressed to shoulders as he’s carried up the mound at a run.
Then a house.
A fire.
Some blankets, then none. Cool air on his skin, a small hand in his own. The fur of heavy pelts, the cool lightness of linen- something soft under him. Wetness on his forehead. Voices around him, talking and talking and talking but no sense in any of it that he can catch.
Something presses on his leg and clarity bursts in shrieking, the agonising pain flooding up and through him to escape high and shrill, a sound unlike anything he has ever made before. He sees his leg through tears, the skin bubbling and curling away from the angry red centre, and he kicks out to be free of all of it.
Someone is crying.
Darkness swims on the edges but Ériu refuses to go.
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‘I can make it quick.’ Alba is above him. His expression is serious.
They are alone. This Ériu knows by the air, the lightness of few people in a large space, and that he can hear nothing but absences and his own laboured breathing.
He wants Mama.
Alba shifts beside him. He glances about, turning to look over his shoulder before leaning close to whisper, ‘If you want me to, I can do it. I can make it go faster.’
Ériu weakly shakes his head and whimpers, temples pulsing.
‘Shhh.’ Alba’s hand cups his cheek and he strokes Ériu’s hot skin with his thumb, ‘It will be okay.’
‘No…’
‘It will be better than this. This is the worst part.’ Alba looks from one eye to the other, a horrible, knowing look in his eye. He looks older, haunted, ‘I promise.’
Ériu shakes his head again. His leg burns, it is hard to focus, but he knows exactly what his brother is offering. Death has got to Alba already, and it has eaten away at the gift of innocence that childhood once granted him to be replaced with something bitter and hard. It was a look that Mama once sometimes had, gazing off across fields to something that only she could see and remember. It is a look Ériu is fated to share.
He does not want it. Not yet. He does not wish to know how much death stings, does not wish to return changed. He has seen too much life for this moment to be easy, Alba had been right with his warnings. Worse than the fear of the unknown was the fear of the known that was doomed to come.
Life kicks inside his chest, a silly mortal desire he hasn’t yet tested.
‘It is happening, whether you like it or not.’ Alba brushes the tears from under Ériu’s eyes, ‘There is only one thing left.’
What if he does not return? What if someone else returns inside of him, someone new?
‘Let me make it easier.’
Ériu’s eyes drift to the smoke hole in the thatched ceiling above. Smoke curls past herbs strung to dry in the rafters, yarrow and rosemary and nettles, and Ériu watches as it unfurls towards the heavens.
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Alba lied.
There are no words to describe the agony that follows.
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Ériu wakes slowly.
Someone is humming, fingers playing in his hair.
Ériu opens his eyes to find Albion sitting cross-legged next to him on the floor. He stops humming when he sees that Ériu is awake but continues to brush his fingers through his hair, seemingly unbothered by the gritty feel of it.
‘Finally. You took ages.’ Albion glances at him, then away. His eyes are red, ‘Thought you might be dead for real.’
‘You’d be lucky.’ Ériu’s throat is dry and dusty but his voice is still there.
Albion grins and gets up to get him water, carefully and quietly stepping around Cymru still asleep next to him. Alba is there too, arm around Cymru as if to keep him in place.
The house is communal. People are everywhere but they’re a polite distance away, giving Ériu’s family their space whilst still being within help’s easy reach. Ériu lifts a stiff arm out of his blankets to touch the hard, dry earth beneath the floor’s rushes, and knows exactly where and who he is.
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When North arrives, Ériu is conflicted.
Life is different now. Softer in as many ways as it is harder and death wears different disguises than the ones Ériu grew up with.
His youngest brother has clean drinking water, good food. A varied diet that is richer than anything Ériu would once have ever been able to imagine- fruits and vegetables and meats that still sometimes feel new to him. North’s bed is warm, and guaranteed each night. The medical men and women around him are highly trained, their science always advancing, and his clothes are well made and tailored for the weather. He has several homes, and is always welcome in all of them.
North has four grown men around him, thousands of years’ experience to each of them, who want for him a life they hadn’t been lucky enough to have themselves. North will not die from silly mistakes.
But North does need to die.
Ériu balances fate with reasoning. Lets North drive alone at night, even though he cannot legally do so. Turns the other way when North takes up smoking in parks with newly made human friends. Ignores any signs of reckless behaviour that could easily be curbed or prevented.
Only Cymru disagrees. For reasons Ériu doesn’t understand, Cymru frets like Mama once did, watching North carefully as if making up for a secret past failing.
It is a fruitless effort. North needs to know what it is to feel the edges of mortality, as all of them know. And Ériu knows that waiting will only ever make it worse.
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Rose-Coloured boy. - Jamie Tartt x F!reader
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Chapter II: Lovely to Sit Between Comfort and Chaos
Plot: Jamie Tartt and Y/N have been best friends since primary school. The pair had fallen out once graduation hit, both of them going their separate ways; Jamie finally kicking off (pun intended) his football career, and Y/N finally walking through the doors of her cinematographer career. One day, they cross paths in the corridors of Nelson Road, Y/N getting the assignment to make a mini docuseries of one of the football clubs in England, hers being AFC Richmond.
Set during season 2 and onward.
warnings: swearing, mentions of food and alcohol, parental issues, very light angst, some fluff(?)
word count: 4,2k
an: another chapter out WOOHOOO!!!! !! thank you guys for all the love on the first chapter, it seriously means SO MUCH!!! The italicised parts are basically a background synopsis! I was also thinking of making a cast list so you know what I had in mind with the characters that I added in 'n stuff!! I have a master post that has a Pinterest board with visuals and pictures of like 4 additional characters (Bee, Libby and two new characters that are introduced within this chapter <3) but I think it would be rather fun to make mood board for each of the added cast members or something!! Let me know <3!! I also wrote this half-awake and have not proof-read it. ANYWAY, ENJOY ILY!!!!! <3
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“Alright, just sit like that,” you told Sam and fixed the collar on his shirt, in which he responded with a smile and a thumbs up. “Okay, so, first question,” you looked at him and nodded promptly, “what exposed you to the world of football?”
The rest of the day went like that, all of the boys getting a plethora of different questions and them all answering dutifully and happily. Jamie, of course, opted for last. “It's saving the best for last.” he told you with a hand patting his chest and a sly smirk plastered on his lips “God, you’re intolerable.” you told him and he laughed.
That cocky bastard. That cocky bastard whom you’ve known since you were little, the one who just magically popped into your life when you needed it, the one who would let you sneak through his window late at night because your mum and dad had another argument, the one who was with you every step of the way after your parents inevitably divorced, the one who would help you with Libby whilst your mum was away at work, the one who left you as an afterthought once you guys graduated, the one who would read your texts and then turned the read receipts off, the one who had probably a million deleted voicemails from you while you were drunk or when … Yeah, that cocky bastard. Yet, seeing him again just made it seem like the last parts never happened. It was easy to forgive and forget, especially once you really gave up on your friendship, but you knew that there needed to be some reprimanding every now and again to get it through his head that if he thinks you can truly be friends again, he needs to get his act back in check.
You heard about what happened when he left Richmond to go to Manchester United a year ago, and while it made you excited that he was finally back, he never reached out to you or mentioned to you that he was back. You heard from his mum, Georgie, who was practically like a second mother to you. It aggravated you just a tiny bit that Jamie wasn’t the one who told you anything, but at least his mum cared enough. You weren’t in London until recently, you transferred your credits in the middle of your second year and that's where you met Beatrice, or Bee. Your life changed after that, you met some of the coolest people you could ever meet.
“‘Ello? Earth to Y/N?” Jamie asked, his brow raised. Apparently whilst you were packing up the room, you were hyper focused on a box and never moved for at least 3 minutes. “Y’lost in thought there, dollface?” he quipped, the nickname made you whip your head toward the other who had a grin on his face.
“Oh, god. I haven’t heard you call me that since college.” shaking your head, you picked up the box and set it away to the side. “But I guess y’could say that or somethin’.”
“What’s it you were thinkin’ ‘bout, hm?” he inched toward you and you placed a hand on his shoulder. “Mostly jus’ silly things.”
“How do you mean?”
“Forgiving and forgetting is a strange happening, Mister Tartt.” you paused with a shrug of your shoulders, “especially when we’re gettin’ close again ‘cause of a project I was assigned for uni. Or attempting to.”
“Attempting to?”
“Mhm, it's weird havin’ you back in my life, Jamie.” you turned your full body to him, “but thats no matter, right? Said I was an adult and can get past all that ignorin’ me business because now you can’t do that.” with a chuckle, Jamie shrugged.
“How could you be so sure?”
“‘Cause you promised and you’re not one to break a promise, now are you?” you squinted at him and pointed to your pinky basically reminding him of a few weeks ago.
He nodded, “Suppose y’re right there, Y/N.”
“‘Course I am, I always am.”
“Alright, don’t get all cocky on me now.”
“You’re one to talk.” you said, sticking your tongue out. Jamie shook his head and began to walk out the door before turning toward you again.
“Y’doin’ anythin’ for lunch?” he asked and you nodded in response. “Yeah, got plans with the friends. They came here on our day off to see what the hype was about ‘n all.”
“Oh, that’s fun. Sounds like a good time.”
You nod, “yeah, would’ya wanna join? Unless if theres something you’re doing thats super important after lunch?” you tilted your head and he shook his head.
“Nah. s’a half day for us.” He replied, you replied with another nod of your head.
“So..” you began, looking at him expectedly, “you taggin’ along or not? M’sure Bee ‘n Mick would love some insight from someone that basically lives here. Me included.” flashing him a hopeful grin, he sighed.
“Don’t see why not.”
“Wicked! Lets go.”
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Hey! Jamie is gonna tag along.
Hope thats okay?
Told him that it would be good to get insight from someone who lives here.
Get the whole tourist experience.
Pressing send on the last text, you turned to Jamie and smiled.
“You’re gonna love Bee, I promise.”
“Why’re you reassurin’ me?” he asked, brows knitted together.
“Dunno, thought you’d need it.” you shrugged and looked at your phone when you heard Bee’s special ringtone; the sound of, well, a bee.
“S’that her ringtone?” Jamie asked and chuckled. You nodded and looked at the texts she sent back.
Oh, GOOD!
That’s brilliant actually, cos I can finally kick his ass
Joking, of course
But yeah that sounds perfect
Didn’t really know what you’d show us anyway, since you haven’t really been here… you know
JOKES again!!
You rolled your eyes and stopped in your tracks to respond to your bestest friend in the whole world.
Riiiight.
I could, you know, leave you lot stranded if I really wanted
But fortunately for you, m a good friend.
Hence why I asked Jamie to join.
Where are we meeting again?
You set your phone back into your pocket when Bee texted back with the designated location you had all agreed on earlier this morning in the groupchat.
“Alrighty, so, Bee said that we should meet at The Crown and Anchor.” you said, basically making your statement come out as a question.
“Hm, yeah, that’s a good place to meet up,” he nodded and walked into the locker room and you stayed back waiting for him to change out of his kit.
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“Right, let's go then, shall we?” Jamie asked, walking out of the room, his bum bag strapped over his torso. You nodded and slung your jacket over your shoulders. You both walked toward the doors, Jamie jogging ahead of you to open the door.
“Ever the gentleman.” you said and scrunched your nose at him, he bowed his head in your direction. You waited for him before he stood beside you, “how far is the walk from here?”
“Uhhh, dunno. We won’t need to walk, though. I got me car keys.” Jamie opened his bag and pulled the latter out. “See?”
You blinked, “right, forgot you drive here.”
Following behind him, you watched as he walked up to a cherry red Plymouth Fury. Your jaw practically fell to the floor, “holy shit, this is yours?!” you practically squeaked. You looked up at Jamie who had a shit-eating grin on his face.
“This thing has a name.” he said and unlocked the gorgeous car. You blinked and opened the door on the passenger side.
When you were younger, probably year 11, give or take, you and Jamie were having your weekly late night at your house. You both opted to watch a horror movie, which was usually the thing you guys would choose. Even if it was one you both have already watched together. He thought it was funny when you’d get scared and cover your eyes haphazardly with your hands, still peeking through your fingers. This specific night, you guys chose one about a possessed car.
“It better be Christine or somethin’, ‘cause if not I’m afraid you’re gonna have to rename it.” you smirked at him and turned to him, reminiscing in the memory of watching the movie about this exact model of car.
“Psh, how could I not name her Christine?” he tsked and brushed his hand over the car’s dashboard.
“How did you manage to get the wheel on the right side? Ain’t this brand of car American or somethin’? And how the fuck did you, letalone, manage to even GET one?” You asked, practically bug eyed.
“Cost a hell of a lot of money, that’s for fuckin’ sure. They had to rewire it ‘n give it new parts ‘n such.” he said matter factly and you nodded, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. “Listen to how she purrs though.” he never got rid of the shit-eating grin on his face. He placed the keys in the ignition and set the car off.
You chuckled and smiled wide, “holy fuck, this is incredible.”
The brunet beside you nodded and pulled out of his parking spot, “she’s perfect, s’kinda hard to get her fixed sometimes though, s’pecially ‘cause Plymouth ain’t really a thing anymore.”
“Yeah, I bet. Probably costs an arm and a leg, too. But you probably don’t have to worry about the money situation much, seein’ how you’re a professional footballer ‘n all.” watching the other cars pass by, you admired the feeling of being around Jamie again, the smile on your face never leaving your lips.
“Y’said The Crown ‘n Anchor right?”
“Mhm.”
“Right.” he nodded and tapped his hand along the steering wheel.
You both sat in silence, listening to the hum of the 63 year old car and the low sound of music emitting from the stereo, it was comfortable.
“I’m excited for you to meet Bee ‘n Mickey,” you started and looked over at him, “Bee might reprimand you though..”
He looked over at you with an expression you couldn’t quite put your finger on; a mix of amusement and panic.
“She means well, I promise, but remember how you left me all those years ago? Yeah, might’ve said some stuff with a drink or two in my system.”
Shaking his head, “nah, s’good. I kinda figured, been preparing meself since we left the car park at the stadium.”
You chuckled at his remark and folded your arms across your torso. Soon you guys were parked on the side of the street. You quickly got out of the car and scanned for your two friends.
“Y/N!!” You heard Bee call, you turned your head toward the sound and beamed.
“Hi, egghead.” You said and walked up to them, Jamie in tow, “this is Jamie.”
“Holy shit, you’re Jamie Tartt.” Mickey chimed in, basically shadowing behind your best mate, the smile on his face only grew when Jamie nodded.
“That I am, so you’re a fan?” Jamie asked in his coy tone, which was soon interrupted by Bee squinting at him and he stepped back slightly. She pointed her index finger at him, “you.”
It was funny how Bee didn’t have to look up at Jamie, they were the same height. Bee was one of your tallest friends. You folded your arms across your torso waiting for whatever the girl was gonna say to your not-so-innocent looking ex-best friend. “Leave Y/N like you did again and no one on the face of this earth will ever hear from you again.” From the corner of your peripheral you could see Jamie practically gulp. Bee laughed, “I’m just fuckin’ with ya, mate. You did hurt her though, don’t do it again.” With a scared laugh Jamie looked at you with a ‘are you gonna do anything about this chick who just threatened my life?!’ look. You shrugged and shook your head.
“Your fault, not mine.” You chuckled and bumped your hip against his. “But this is just how she is, but you’re not the one to see the worst of her ‘Bee Sting.’ No one really is, but she is really good at giving the occasional, ‘I will thump you upside the head’ look.”
“Alright..” Jamie whispered and you shook your head.
“She’s tellin’ the truth.” Bee nodded and began to walk ahead of you, Mickey in tow.
“So, whos the good lookin’ bloke?” Jamie asked wiggling his eyebrows at you and you replied with an amused cackle and a shake of your head.
“That’s Mickey, Bee’s boyfriend.” You looked at him expectedly and he just nodded.
“Ah, makes sense. How long have they been datin’?”
“Oh, fuck, since the end of college I think, they’ve been together for as long as I’ve known them.”
“Cool.”
You nodded and walked into the small pub, the warm lighting making you feel all light inside.
Jamie was instantly greeted by the older lady behind the bar, “‘Ello, Mae!” he replied to her. The older lady asked if it was just him, in which he replied with a shake of his head. “Nah, with some mates.” he gestured to the three of you standing beside him.
“Well, any mate of Jamie’s is a mate of ours.” the grey haired lady told the group and you guys thanked her before finding a place to sit.
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The rest of the afternoon went smoothly, Bee, Jamie and Mickey already had an inside joke when you had idiotically fallen for one of Bee’s stupid jokes. Jamie thought it was the funniest thing for the remainder of the time you were all together and for the life of him, would not stop bringing it up.
“Remember when you went to the loo and came back and Bee went –”
Before he could finish his sentence, the other two would giggle or you would playfully hit his shoulder, “Yes, Jamie, how could I forget something that happened to me earlier?”
You and Jamie both bid Bee and Mickey farewell, you all agreeing to hangout again together in the near future. It made your heart swell with how well Jamie fit in with your small group.
Your trio had quickly became a quartet.
“Will you need a ride home?” Jamie asked you when you hopped into the passenger seat.
“Nah, Frank will take me home and don’t think I could spend another 30 minutes with you.” You joked and he placed a hand over his heart in faux offence.
“Wowww, you wound me.”
You laughed with him when he started the car, the drive seemed only shorter this time.
“I’ll see y’tomorrow right?” Jamie asked you and you nodded.
“Mhm, but I won’t be here until the afternoon, gotta get anythin’ from my teachers that ain’t online and turn in anythin’ that I finished last week.”
“Alright, I’ll be here.”
You waved Jamie goodbye before hopping in the back of Frank’s cab.
“Evenin’, Y/N!” he greeted you with the widest smile, which you couldn’t help but mirror.
Your entire ride home was pretty much spent talking about your afternoon and the stories that unfolded during. Frank, of course, listened and added in his own stories of the day but mentioned how he wished that his friends were still lively like your group.
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The next day couldn’t have come any faster than it did, you had an idea to run by the team, and when you did, they had all excitedly agreed to partake in the events.
“Alright, boys, how would you feel if I took you on a grand tour of my university? You could meet all of the teachers, maybe even have a little football camp of sorts? I could get the word out quickly and have the students bring along their siblings ‘n stuff?” you had asked and the boys, even the coaches had excitedly all gotten up and cheered at the top of their lungs.
“Alright, alright!” you intercepted their excitement and shook your head, “while I love your enthusiasm, this won’t take place until next week because of the game that you lot have on Saturday.” much to your surprise, the excited noises never ceased which only caused you to jump up and down.
“I’ll get the details out to you guys by tomorrow! I’ll talk to the dean and see any other ideas that she may have!” You clapped your hands together and soon left the locker room with the boys. They all chatted amongst each other happily, you listening closely to any of the conversations where your name was brought up.
Another day of filming more of their training, including what the coaches talk about on the sidelines. Unfortunately, the day had ended up turning hectic, more action than one single person could ever film had happened. You ended up having a shitty recording of everything that had occurred. The mics had ended up not working. You had to scramble around to get every perfect shot you could..
It was miserable.
You had ended up talking to Professor Loughty, who, per usual, listened to your insight and agreed. However, you were going to be paired up with a student that was a transfer from New York University. And while having a buddy from a school like NYU, you had no idea what they were going to be like.
Were they going to be full of themselves? Critical of your work? Not easy to work with?
“Hey.” an American voice spoke and you looked up at the taller boy in front of you. “I’m Caspar.” he smiled and reached his hand out to you. “Looks like I’m your new partner.”
You smiled back, automatically being drawn to whatever kind energy this guy possessed.
“Y/N.” you took his hand in yours and examined his features. He had long curly hair, just above his shoulders. He was sporting an older baggy sweater and a pair of corduroy trousers. His sneakers were old and worn down, but it suited him. “You already seem so cool?” you said, in a question, and he beamed.
“Thank you.”
You nodded and looked over at your professor, “does Frank know that he’s gonna have an extra person in his cab?” he responded with a nod. “He definitely should.”
With another nod, you slung your bag over your shoulder and basically grabbed Caspar by his arm, “alright, well, seeing that I’m headed back over to Richmond at,” a pause, looking down at your bare wrist, “well, now, I think it would be fit if I introduced you to the team!”
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Whilst in the car, you had gone over what has happened so far and Caspar nodded attentively and added some insights on what he could do. It was already nice to have another set of hands to help, instead of having to beg one of the boys, mostly Jamie, to stay back and help you pack.
When Frank had pulled back into Nelson Road you waved the old man goodbye, your mood already 100 times better than the day prior. “Let me give you a mini tour and introduce you to Rebecca.”
Caspar nodded and followed behind you like a taller shadow. You showed him all around, basically doing the tour that Rebecca had given you; including all of the side comments about how disgusting some of the rooms were. When you had made basically a full circle, you knocked on Rebecca’s door and pressed your palm onto the door to open it up.
“Hi, Y/N!” Rebecca greeted and got up from her rolly chair. She wrapped her arms around you and looked over at the other presence in her room. “Oh, goodness, I’m so rude.” She pulled away and held out a hand for Caspar. “You must be Caspar? Your professor emailed me not too long ago talking about how you were going to join Y/N in the production process, which I think is brilliant.”
Caspar gently shook her hand and smiled at the way Rebecca was so welcoming, “well, I can’t imagine doing a job like this all by yourself, yet Y/N did it on her own for … how long?” he asked and turned to you.
“Almost three weeks now?”
“Yeah, I couldn’t handle that on my own.” the three of you chuckled.
“Have you met the boys yet?” Rebecca asked with her brows raised, she looked over at you. You shook your head and pointed to the door. “I was just about to introduce him to ‘em.”
“I see,” she nodded and pursed her lips, “between us three? They’re a lot to handle sometimes.”
“Amen to that, sister.” you said and waved Rebecca goodbye, “I’ll be back around for lunch?” you asked her and she replied with a thumbs up. You looked up at Caspar, “you’re joining, by the way, Cas. You’ll get to meet Keeley, she’s an angel sent from heaven.”
He smiled at the nickname and nodded his head, “sounds good to me, Y/N/N.”
You giggled at his reciprocation of nicknames and pulled him down the stairs and down the hallway to the locker room. “When I first came here, Rebecca told me that this room reeks of stinky men, and I have to agree, so just prepare your nose, yeah?” you said to him and he nodded with a salute of his hand.
“Got it.”
“Alright, you lot, you guys dressed?” You asked after you lightly tapped your knuckles on the door in an irregular pattern. The boys replied with preoccupied yeses and you waltzed in, “OI.” you said and their attention was soon yours. Much like how Rebecca had introduced you, you introduced Caspar and the boys had all greeted him. Except this time, no one had prior knowledge of who he was.
“He’s going to help me around here for the remainder of the time that I’m filming for you stinky boys.” You scrunched your nose at the last part and got a few shakes of heads and a thumbs up from Coach Beard.
“Well, welcome to the family, Cas.” Coach Lasso walked up to you both once the introduction was complete. The smile on Cas’ lips only seemed to grow.
“He gave me a nickname on my first day, too. Ain’t that right, Theo?”
“Exactamundo, Y/N/N.” Ted replied and you have him a high five.
“We’re very glad that you’re here.” Beard added in from the side and Roy only grunted.
With a crinkled brow at the thick-browed man, you bumped your elbow into Caspar’s side gently. “Don’t take it personally, just how he is.”
“Yeah, but the dusty old fart could learn a thing or two about human decency.” Jamie said walking up to you two while glaring at Roy. He stuck his tongue out at the older and then looked at you two. You both had goofy grins on your lips.
“This is Jamie.” you pointed to the boy who was wearing his headband, a few loose strands peeking out slightly. “Jamie, Casper.” you then pointed to the curly-haired boy. They both greeted each other and then after that, the rest of the team did their introductions to him. At that moment you decided to step away from the limelight and stand in the corner, beaming with how welcoming this team was.
“Hey.” Jamie said and sat down beside you.
“Hiya.” You replied and smiled up at him.
“Glad you have some help ‘round here, if I’m honest, yesterday was a shit show.”
You glared at him, “well damn, tell me how you really feel.” there was sarcasm laced within your words and Jamie shrugged when he realised that you were being playful and not taking any offence.
“Yeah, can’t believe you went this long without having some help.”
“Excuse me, I’ve had help.” you pressed your lips together in a thin line and then smirked. “‘Specially from you, Tartt.”
He blinked and shrugged, “guess you’re right.”
“I am, because it did happen.”
Jamie shook his head and leaned down to retie his boots. “Right, well, are you gonna be filmin’ on the pitch today?”
You shook your head, “not today, I was thinkin’ about goin’ over all of the things so far and whatever else we need to get with Cas.”
Jamie nodded and then stood up when Coach Lasso told everyone to head outside.
“See you later then?” he asked and you nodded, getting up yourself.
“Mhm, later, skater.”
Within seconds the whole team excited the locker room, leaving you and Caspar on your own.
“So? How does it feel?” you asked him and walked up to his side.
“How does what feel?” he asked, seemingly in a trance.
“Being welcomed into the ‘pack’ or whatever?” you internally cringed at your wording, but it caused a happy laugh to come from the male’s lips.
“It’s definitely nice. I feel like I’ve known at least a few of the boys for years.”
“Oh yeah, they’ll do that to you.” You responded and patted his back. “Alright, there’s some things that I wanna go over and if you have any additional ideas that you think would fit in with our schedule ‘n stuff just let me know, yeah?” you asked him as you both walked out of the locker room and down the hallway into your makeshift office.
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Perfect!”
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'Second Time'
Tim LaFlour imagine <33
𝗧𝗪// 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀
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While walking down the concrete path at your school, a familiar looking face rolled up beside you on skates. A pierced one, very pierced.
Tim rolled beside you while you walking, as you turned to face him and smile. "Hey Tim-" you were careful of other people not to bump into him.
"ah, hey y/n where are you off tooo?" He smiled happily while asking the question,
"a class, that I have-" you pulled up your wrist to check a non existent watch, " 2 seconds to get to because it's all the way across campus. Tim laughed at your sarcasm. "Alright well, nice seeing youu Tim, and your 'Junkie', friend" You laughed as you walked off,
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You knocked on an apartment door, a nice person soon opening it up. "Hey Darryl," You and Darryl exchanging a small 'secret' handshake. "Just dropping these off for Tim"
Darryl turned around "HEY TIM- Y/NS GOT YOUR POETRY BOOKS" Darryl looked at the books intently "Tell them to wait there!" Darryl looked at you, and walked off into somewhere in the living room. Tim came tushing out of what you guessed was the restroom to greet you.
"oh, hey y/n-!" He said almost out of breath, he grabbed the books from your hand and set them down on a table beside him.
"Hey, just wanted to give those to you- anyways I'm gonna go to the store, you want anything?" "Uh, actually I can just come" Tim said rushed
"alright then, you can come" you laughed a little while saying "your flys unzipped" (OMG that's so old 💀💀🙏) Tim's knuckles almost whitened on the magazine full of women he was holding as the aggressively threw it across the room.
"oh uh sorry, uh- hockey practice." His sweaty palms reached down to zip his pants back up. "Alright well let's go-" He followed after you closing the door.
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Holding some bags between your knuckles you both walked into the complex, Tim rushing to find his key somewhere in his pockets
"you know it turns out that prince Albert wasn't a good idea" "I could've told you that idiot" you said laughing, "That's exactly what Darryl said-" he said soon lifting up his shirt and grabbing the key piercing laughing, your hands tightening more and more around the bags as you were getting tired
"you know, Darryl really is acting Wierd I don't think it's great For-" Getting tired of him trying to not drop the key you let down the bags and yanked the key from him walking off with the chain to unlock the door until you stopped in your tracks, turned around "OH MY GOD- SORR-" before you could finish to a surprised Tim, he let out a loud whimper before falling on his knees with a yell and a sigh "second fucking time" he let out the breath before collapsing.
"Shit." You sighed trying not to laugh your ass off at the sight, Tim , nearly fainted on the ground face on the ground raised up his hand "It's not funny-" he said in a wheeze of a breath. Darryl coming out of the room to the commotion, laughing hard "OH SHIT BAHAHAHA" he pointed.
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I'll be making a request board in a second <33
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Happily Ever After Part 2...................
(warnings: none, just pure fluff🥰)
You sat there looking at your reflection in the mirror as the hair dresser finished styling your hair. You wanted to keep it simple so it was half up half down style with a soft wave flowing through it. You did your own make up, you didn't want anything too dramatic so kept it light like a barely there kinda look.
Your dress was a lace bodice with the skirt flaring out from your waist down. You weren't one for wearing heels, you always felt like Bambi on ice. So you went with a simple white sandle with lace detail for the strap.
You were putting the finishing touches to your make up when Becca came up behind you "you nearly ready y/n, the bridesmaids are all set so they're just waiting on me and you".
Becca had been your best friend since you were little and since your father wasn't around anymore and your mom couldn't make it you had asked her to walk you down the 'aisle' to Jensen. It was an emotional moment to say the least but she felt honoured you asked her.
The sun beamed down on the quaint garden where you and Jensen were getting married. The air was filled with the sweet scent of flowers, and the sound of laughter and joy drifted through the air. Your heart raced as you clutched your gown, nerves mixing with an overwhelming excitement.
Jensen stood at the altar, his eyes fixed on the path where you would soon walk towards him. He couldn't contain his smile, his heart bursting with love for the woman he was about to marry.
As you walked down the aisle, you stole a glance at Jensen, feeling a mix of happiness and nerves. The ceremony was beautiful, filled with heartfelt vows and promises. As the guests cheered, You and Jensen stole a moment alone. Your heart raced as you looked into Jensen's eyes, you took a deep breath.
"Jay, there's something I need to tell you," you said, your voice trembling. Jensen's brow furrowed in concern. "What is it, Y/n? You can tell me anything."
You took his hand and placed it on your abdomen, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm pregnant, Jensen." Jensen's eyes widened in surprise, and then a radiant smile spread across his face. "Are you serious y/n, you're pregnant, really?"
You nodded at him as he embraced you in a hug "you're not angry with me?" You asked him. He pulled back from the hug to look you deep in your eyes "why the hell would I be angry, we're having a baby y/n, a mini you and me" he kissed you hard "god i can't wait to tell everyone".
You froze after those words and pulled him back as he started to walk away. "Can we just keep this between us for now, please?". He looked at you, his eyes furrowed "of course sweetheart, we can tell them when you're ready" he kissed your forehead and you both made your way to the reception.
After all the toasts and speeches were made, some quite hilarious thanks to Jared Rob Benedict and Richard Speight Jr, you and Jensen made your way to the dancefloor for your first dance as husband and wife. Jensen had asked you if he could choose your first dance song, you told him you didn't mind what he picked. As you walked onto the dance floor Jensen twirled you settling you into his arms. The song began to play and you recognised it immediately....
I swear to you I will always be there for you,
There's nothing I won't do,
I promise you all my life I will live for you,
We will make it through, Forever we will be,
Together you and me,
Mn when I hold you nothing can compare,
With all my heart you know I'll always be,
Right there, I believe in us,
Nothing else could ever mean so much,
You're the one I trust,
The next part Jensen lifted your head from his chest so he could look you directly in your eyes...........
Our time has come,
We're not two people,
Now we're one, yeah you're second to none,
Forever we will be,
Together, A family,
The more I get to know ya,
Nothing can compare,
With all of my heart you know I'll always be right there.
Forever we will be, Together just you and me,
The more I get to know you, The more I really care,
With all my heart you know I'll always be,
And you know I really love you,
Nothing can compare,
For all of my life you know I'll always be right there.
You both stood there on the dance floor still swaying side to side after the song had finished and the music became more upbeat. You pulled Jensen down for a kiss "that was the perfect song, thank you Jay" you said as tears started to run down your cheek. He swiped his thumbs gently over your cheeks placing a delicate kiss to the tip of your nose " I chose that song because that is exactly how I feel about you y/n, I will spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you, and our little peanut" he hugged you once more before you were both pulled away from one another by friends and family wanting to hug you and wish you congratulations.
As the sun nestled below the horizon, casting a gentle glow upon the landscape, You and Jensen stood hand in hand as husband and wife. Your wedding day had been nothing short of magical – a whirlwind of laughter, tears, and love. Now, with the festivities behind you, you and Jensen found yourselves alone in your cozy bedroom, ready to embark on a new chapter of their lives.
Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you gazed at Jensen. You couldn't believe you were finally his wife, and the thought filled your heart with warmth. Jensen's green eyes were filled with adoration as he pulled you close, his lips brushing against your forehead. Your connection was palpable, and the depth of your love was evident in every touch.
With tender care, Jensen swept you off your feet and carried you across the threshold. The room, adorned with delicate floral arrangements and candlelight, felt like a sanctuary of romance. As you set foot inside, laughter filled the air, lightening the mood as nerves turned into excitement.
Cheekily, you glanced at Jensen and whispered, "Are you ready for some wedding night fun?" Jensen grinned mischievously, replying, "Absolutely, Mrs. Ackles. Our night is just beginning."
You both kicked your shoes and let your worries melt away. The beaming smile on your face was contagious as Jensen wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a sweet embrace. With each kiss and tender touch, your love for each other grew deeper, propelled by the unbreakable bond you both had formed.
As the night meandered on, your laughter filled the room, accompanied by blissful whispers and stolen glances. You or Jensen didn't need grand gestures or lavish displays of affection in each other's arms, you both found solace and joy. The night became a dance of vulnerability and passion, where inhibitions were shed, and their souls intertwined.
The room transformed into a magical playground of shared experiences – lively but gentle pillow fights, quiet moments of reflection by the window, and playful twirls around the room. Their joy echoed in the walls, a symphony of love that celebrated their union.
Hours turned into cherished memories, as the night waned, leaving in its wake a shared sense of contentment. You and Jensen lay side by side, bodies entangled, and hearts entwined. Love enveloped you both, warming the room like a gentle embrace.
As the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day, you and Jensen embraced, knowing that your love would guide you through the years to come. With wedding night memories etched in both your minds, you and Jensen were ready to face whatever challenges life threw your way, hand in hand, forever united.
I just wanna thank @magssteenkamp for the song choice. As soon as I listened to it and heard the words not gonna lie I did cry and thought it was the perfect song for these two especially the journey they've been through! So thank you 🥰
I hope you guys have enjoyed this little series as much as I enjoyed writing it! 🥰❤️ Thank you to everyone that has read it ❤️🫶🏼
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Hypnotic Chain Hotel
The magical Hypnotic Hotel and Health Spa Chain miracle is something of a concept I have been working through for many years or so because I have the blue print to make it happen. Here he is my first new employeehis name is Brenton Thwaites walks to the door as I open the key to his gate and watch him stroll in slamming the door as it turns in to icy blue color. “I am so prepared for the day’s service and I am so excited to start the day because I am so fucking pumped from some reason. “Brenton adds a bit of time as he says it. In a puff is smoke I raise my hand snapping it in the air as it cools in to a frosty breath encircling from her as he pools over him and he is left frozen in time at my power and I am in awe of a muscular godly figure now stood at my side. “You are the guardian of the pool a patron of mine channeling all of your energy to do as I say and make our guests the happiest in the world by taking my hand.” I inform him as he succumbs to my will.
“Oh My God!”
“How is this feeling so ….so”
“Indescribable “
“Correct wording “
“Please guide”
“My life’s work is to please you “
“I will serve your for life “
“Match me step by step “
“Down the path”
“YES”
“Stepping in to your new world”
“You will see your new home”
“The pool house is yours “
“You will remain there forever “
“Forever! Yes Master Lawrence “
“Get to work, protect the pool”
“Flirt, dance, guide and help”
“With pleasure “
“Master please join me we are home”
“Why the hell not”
Alan is the second hire of the day entering the bar across from the pool he is exquisite to watch a super tall, muscle bound and such a hot face that just had to have him as mine no matter what the consequences were for me. He approaches the pool as a guest but I watch as Brenton winks at me and greets him happily sitting next to him as we are sweet with a smile he hugs him so tightly and I lick my lips waiting for my chance as the two hop in to the pool.”Master this is Alan please help him to truly enjoy this experience with us both. God! I do love you so much.” Brenton adds patting Alan’s head. “Alan do me a favor relax for me that’s it a nice deep breath of air in to the lungs. Surrender in to it and let the one beautiful, bright and sexy smile shine all the way through because you must obey my will and you have no other choice but to do as only I command you too and you love it good boi!”I instruct him.
“Brenton return to the pool please “
“Ok Master!”
“ Alan follow me “
“Where are we?”
“Your home dummy!”
“Oh yeah !”
“Forgot huh?”
“Yeah babe!”
“Babe?”
“Sorry Master”
“Tell me what you are thinking”
“I love you and I work for you sire”
“Set up the bar”
“Wonderful Master”
“I will let everyone in”
“Are you all set up Brenton”
“All good”
“All for Master Lawrence “
“I concur”
“The rush is on buddy “
“I’ll be back soon guys”
“Aaaawwww Master”
I offer my hand to him shaking it fiercely as he felt my power attempting to let go of me but I refuse to do so, with a smile I yank him to the side and pin him down as he does not seven think about anything else ever again unless I make him. I laugh a bit pointing to the free apartment above use were a library and a bed await him after he falls the wast side in total obedience of me because I own him no matter what he thinks I am the king of it all.
“I am Matt! Nice to meet you “
“Enjoying your stay?”
“Quite so”
“Kiss me”
“Excuse me”
“Eww no!”
“Dear God”
“That’s me”
“You repulse me”
“Do I?”
“Let go! Nnnnoooo”
“Mmmmmmmmm”
“I…I”
“You loved it”
“Damn”
“Mwahahahahaha “
“You are mine”
“I am yours “
“Bitch”
“Yes! I am bitch”
“Mwahahahahaha “
“Will you serve me?”
“My heart and soul”
“Yes babe”
“Tell me the truth “
“I love you “
“Know you don’t “
“Yeah! I do “
“Suck me”
“Remove your pants “
Took is working out in the gym when I at this point accidentally happen to meet up with him because I am The King of this realm the leader of it all and soon enough I shall own him as the his world and the core of his being. My other three slaves slip in to the section following him in to the sauna they smirk make conversations with him as I get myself prepping him as he walks back in to the room.
“Tom I am Your focal point”
“Asshole! This is unprofessional “
“Who cares? Nothing is professional “
“We are all a mess “
“Stop talking nonsense “
“You are speaking bullshit “
“All I hear is babbling”
“What did you say?”
“You heard him horn head”
“Horn head?”
“Fuck you !”
“What are you doing to do?”
“Kill you “
“Oh please “
“Doubt me”
“Bring it “
“I can’t move “
“The trap is set”
“Now SLEEP!”
“Mwahahahahaha “
“Yyyeeesss!”
The end
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Spice, spice, baby
Pairing
Husband!Steve Rogers x Husband!Bucky Barnes
Word count
1.2K
Summary
It is the first day of the fall season, which is officially Steve's favorite time of the year. From the leaves changing color to getting to wear warm, cozy sweaters, and from the rainy days inside to strolling through New York with Bucky after said rain, he will never get enough of this time of the year.
Warning(s)
None.
Rating
T (Teen)
A/n
This one-shot is written for Stucky Bingo Round 5 and will fill a November adoptable prompt and a fill for the November monthly challenge. This is proofread by @ccbsrmsf1, for which I am forever grateful 🩵
Events
Masterlist | B4. Sweater weather + Pumpkin spice | @stuckybingo
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Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | Header: Yours truly
Main Masterlist | Stucky Masterlist | Read on AO3
''God, I can never get enough of this!'' Steve exclaims as he pushes open the curtains and looks out of the big window, overlooking the trees that change color and the people who are dressing cozier now that fall has officially settled in New York.
Bucky pulls the pillow he was lying on over his face with a groan to drown out the light, not ready to face reality quite yet. Unlike Steve, who is always up early, he's never been a morning person.
''Mornin' sleepyhead,'' Steve says as he crawls over Bucky's large frame, leaving a small trail of kisses from his bellybutton over his abdomen, chest, and neck until he's reached the pillow and has to stop his path.
''Why'd you stop?!'' Bucky asks with a slight whine in his voice, which makes Steve chuckle.
''You were hiding, so I couldn't reach your face,'' Steve shrugs before getting up, but Bucky quickly pulls him down with a loud huff because he'll be damned if he doesn't get his kisses.
Bucky captures his husband's lips in a sweet, gentle kiss that has both their cheeks heating up, and when Steve pulls away, they both have a big flutter of butterflies in their chests and stomachs.
''I love you so much,'' Steve says with a soft sigh, and he gives Bucky one more peck on his lips before he finally gets up and heads towards the shower while Bucky pulls the blanket over his body as he gets comfortable again.
When Steve's done with his shower, Bucky has finally gotten himself out of bed as well, and he's now preparing breakfast for both of them after giving some love to little Alpine.
She's lying comfortably on the window sill where she's enjoying some early sun rays, and Bucky is standing at the stovetop as he prepares pancakes for both him and Steve, his hair up in a high bun, his black sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips.
''Hmm, this morning is only getting better,'' Steve practically growls in Bucky's ear, who can't help but let out a big smile as his husband's arms wrap around him before softly sinking his teeth into his right shoulder.
''Don't waste your appetite on me; otherwise, I'll be making a bunch of pancakes for nothing,'' Bucky jokes and the laugh rumbling out of Steve's chest makes him all warm and fuzzy.
''Alright, I'll just set the table then,'' he says, and he does, before giving some love to Alpine, who's now happily napping and purring away in the sun.
''I might get some painting done later. It's a beautiful day, and the changing colors outside are a beautiful sight to put on a canvas,'' he tells Bucky, who agrees wholeheartedly.
Bucky's favorite season may not be fall, but he has learned to appreciate its beauty through Steve's eyes. When the pancakes are gone, Steve and Bucky grab their coziest sweaters from their closet before sitting down to enjoy their own things.
''God, I love sweater weather,'' Steve says as he sees Bucky walking around in his tight black jeans, black boots, and a dark blue sweater with Steve's shield on it.
Steve is dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, black boots, and a black sweater with gold lines over it that are identical to the ones on Bucky's arm, which has become their tradition over the years.
On the first day of fall, they wear matching sweaters, showing everyone that they love each other as no one has ever loved someone. They said it in their marriage vows, after all.
''We're together until the end of the line.''
Steve is sitting behind his easel, orange, brown, yellow, and green paint in front of him as he studies the landscape outside, and Bucky is sitting on the windowsill reading his book.
Alpine is cuddled up in Bucky's lap, and he scratches her softly behind her ears as he gets lost in his book; Steve decides to capture this moment in his painting.
''I don't think you've ever looked more beautiful than you do right now,'' Steve sighs softly, and Bucky can't help but get a deep, red blush on his cheeks from his husband's compliment.
It's something he's still getting used to, but he does appreciate it when he sprinkles them in throughout the day. They always warm him from the inside out, and with a soft 'thank you,' he continues to read his book.
With a smile adorning his face, he makes lots of little paint strokes, the canvas quickly filling up with all the fall colors and his husband alongside them.
When Steve is almost done, Bucky suddenly gets an idea.
''You know what I think might make this day perfect? A pumpkin spice latte!'' he exclaims happily, and Steve can't help but laugh and shake his head.
''Alright, but only if you let me finish this painting; I only need 30 more minutes or so,'' Steve tells Bucky, who agrees reluctantly. Alpine has fled her comfortable sleeping spot and is now perched atop her cat tree, looking beautiful with her white fur shining in the sun.
When Steve's finally done, he makes sure the painting is stashed away safe to dry. The two of them walk to their favorite coffee shop on a different route so they can enjoy the turning leaves and the crisp wind in the air.
Their hands are intertwined, and their coats are shut tightly as they wander through Brooklyn and relive old memories together. From where they first met each other to where they shared their first secret kiss, not a single memory gets left behind.
Naturally, they decide to have a do-over of their first kiss, and Bucky places his hand on Steve's neck, pulling him closer before closing the gap between them.
Steve's breath hitches slightly as he opens his mouth to let Bucky invade his mouth with his warm, wet tongue to explore every inch of it. Steve's hands find their place at Bucky's sides, and he grabs his coat tightly, not wanting this moment to end.
When they finally pull apart, Bucky smiles, and Steve's cheeks are bright red.
''This is way better than our first kiss, but I can't help but feel thankful you kissed me that night,'' Steve tells his husband, who hums appreciatively.
After that, they resumed their walk, and before they knew it, they were at their coffee shop, ready to warm up with a hot coffee.
The bell above the door signifies their arrival to the people in the shop, but they're all too busy to see who walked in the door. Some are talking to others; others are working on a laptop.
Light chatter and the smell of freshly baked pastries and coffee beans invaded their senses, giving them a feeling of the good old times.
''Hi, what can I get started for you today?'' the barista asks, and when Steve looks over the menu, Bucky immediately gives him his order of a big pumpkin spice latte and a slice of pumpkin pie.
Ultimately, Steve decides on the same thing, and when they have their coffee and pie, they sit down at a table by the window to enjoy both their conversation and the people walking by.
''I love you, Bucky. Thank you for making today perfect with this idea,'' Steve tells his husband, who leans forward for a kiss, and Steve happily meets him in the middle.
''I love you more, Punk.''
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