#i know it's been a dry spell here i promise i am still working on the update i'm just. slow
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Just curious, but were Sentinel and Project Hadea both intended to be IFs from the start? Or were they novels that you eventually adapted to IF format? I also recall you mentioning you had a high fantasy piece in the works - will you ever share that on here? 👀 (Sorry for the barrage of questions!! Honest to God not trying to be invasive, just feeling incredibly inquisitive during this dry spell ;~;)
sentinel was kind of a patchwork of a couple of different projects that weren't originally IFs, but then I realised would lend themselves well to the format.
hadea was absolutely conceived as an IF from the beginning (the killing rohan choice was baked in as one of the very first core concepts, before any of the characters really even had names or personalities) and I don't think would work as a novel, since the variation is a bit too entrenched. I think it would be doing a disservice to the story to make it a linear novel (which sounds pretentious but yknow), and i have sort of considered which route i would make Canon if I were to do that and not come up with an answer lol.
the novel is.....she's in developmental limbo atm, I wrote her in like 2019 and never redrafted her and there's some things I would like to change and edit but I never do... she was the first thing I wrote after probably about 10 years of not writing anything, ever, and was written in a single feverish month so i'm sure you can imagine there's. Things To Fix. but i put it down for a long time and while i occasionally pick it up again and do some little touches there is a perfectionistic part of me that thinks I'm a much better writer now and it would be better to just rewrite it from scratch, which is a big undertaking and something I don't have the time or energy for, so now it just kind of sits in my documents for me to open, sigh wistfully at, and close again.
#i have been thinking about her again tho. miss my terrible gays#i have also veered away from writing high fantasy as a genre in the past few years but...never say never#as a Creator i am pretty inconsistent i do tend to pick stuff up work on it obsessively then put it down. sometimes for years at a time#but there are a handful of projects i always come back to#anon#also no worries abt the questions<33 kissing u on the mouth#i know it's been a dry spell here i promise i am still working on the update i'm just. slow#working a draining full time job dealing w personal stuff. u know. the usual#but i appreciate everyone sticking around mwah mwah
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Kakashi x reader smut: Dry Spell
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It’s lonely at the top.
Or, so they say.
In Kakashi’s life, this was one of the only things he could continually count on. The death of his mother, his father, and all members of his team were tough burdens to bear. But this isn’t about that. This is about how Kakashi had read every Icha Icha book Jiraiya had put out (read was more like worn down until you could barely read the pages) and was now acutely aware of the longest dry spell of his life. Even a life riddled with disaster still had its moments- Kakashi wasn’t a virgin but his lack of companionship had gone on so long that he was beginning to believe it was growing back.
So Kakashi decided he wanted to do something about it, but lacked any real game. Asking one of his friends (especially Guy) seemed like a bad idea as they definitely would make fun of him. It bothered Kakashi that even though he was one of the top shinobi in the village, all his friends (especially Guy, girls really liked the bowl cut he guessed?) were infinitely more popular with women than he was.
Maybe it was the history in Anbu?
The fact he was Team 7’s leader?
The Sharingan?
Okay, definitely not the Sharingan, that used to work really well for him.
Well, up until Itachi Uchiha decided to slaughter his game by making it super unpopular.
Anyway, cut to Kakashi sitting inside a bar, listening to Guy talk about the girl he was seeing- a girl so undeniably out of his league that Kakashi wanted to go home and cry.
“Kakashi…Kakashi? Are you even listening? I am telling you this girl had the biggest ti-”
“Yes, Guy, I heard you the first time. Really incredible for you, truly. I’m sure she was really flowing with the power of youth…or…whatever.” Kakashi downed the rest of his drink and motioned to the bartender for another before looking over at Guy who seemed to be looking behind him.
Kakashi turned around slowly, worried it was someone like Genma coming to talk about how many girls he’d seen that week too, but he was surprised to be faced by a girl.
A really pretty girl.
Fuck it, a really hot girl.
Wait, no, an actually really hot girl.
“Hi, are you okay? You look a little like you’re overheating. Do you need some water?” Guy asked, much to Kakashi’s dismay.
You laughed, pushing your hair a little more out of your face and wondering why you had even walked over here to begin with.
Right! Training!
“Hi, I actually came over here to talk with Mr.Kakashi, I just recently became a jonin and I’ve been asked to be in the Anbu as well. But I don’t wanna bother either of you, please excuse my intrusion! I think I’ve just had a little too much sake. Have a goodnight!” You blushed as you slurred your words a bit, nodding to them both before turning to walk away.
“Wait! You didn’t intrude, I was actually just leaving so I could walk you home and tell you about the Anbu if you’d like?” Kakashi nearly bolted out of his seat, leaving Guy to shoot him a knowing look and stifle a laugh.
You beamed.
“Oh! Okay, that would be great. I promise on a normal day I’m waaaay more coherent than this. Do you mind if I hold onto your arm for balance? I just don’t want to fall on you and embarrass myself completely.” You replied, way more confident than normal.
No wonder this shit is called liquid courage.
Kakashi blushed and nodded, extending his bent arm for you to grab onto, turning to wave goodbye to Guy who was giving him a way-too-noticeable thumbs up and a wink as he exited the bar.
The air was cold, a nice change from the stuffy bar.
However, the dark of the bar had hidden most of your outfit, which was leaving significantly less to the imagination than Kakashi expected.
The cold air was leaving even less to the imagination with your chest.
Kakashi felt his whole face heat up, hoping the blush wasn’t as noticeable as it felt.
'This mask is saving my life' he thought
“So the Anbu, quite an honor to be picked. You must be a wonderful kunoichi, I’m surprised I haven’t met you before, what did you say your name was?”
You smiled at him, sharing your name.
“I haven’t gotten a cool nickname yet like Blue Beast or the Copy Ninja, which is why no one’s really heard of me. I was asked by Lady Tsunade to join the Anbu and I know better than to say no, I guess I’m just nervous.” You said quietly, wishing you had something less cowardly to say.
'Wait, I wonder if he has any Anbu stuff from his old days? Maybe that’s a good enough excuse to see where he lives.' You thought.
Yes, you had been asked to join the Anbu and definitely wanted Kakashi’s opinions and advice on the matter, but you thought you’d ask that a few months into joining- enough time to gather up the courage to talk to him. If it wasn’t for your friend’s birthday and copious amounts of alcohol, you’d be at home wondering if he even knew your name.
Sure he was intimidating, but it was really his looks that made you nervous to talk to him.
The man was built like a god, was mysterious, and crazy powerful. In addition to the fact that he was a great leader of his team of genin.
Was trying to bed him such a bad idea?
“Soooo do you have any cool Anbu stuff at your house? Like your old mask or something?” You asked, hoping it didn’t seem too ridiculous.
Kakashi stiffened a little before replying, leaving you to wonder if you had already messed everything up.
“Actually, yes- I have a couple of things I could show you if you’d like? I live a different way than the one we’re going, though, so we’ll have to walk a bit more if that’s alright.”
Kakashi was mentally cheering himself for sounding so cool.
“I don’t mind, I think the walk is helping me sober up a bit.” You laughed.
After about a half hour of walking and talking about Kakashi’s time in the Anbu, you reached his home.
The nervousness was palpable as you walked in, taking in the view of the space as Kakashi disappeared into another area of the house.
Returning only moments later, he carried with him an unmarked box and set it down on the floor before you, taking a seat next to it.
“This is all the stuff I have from being part of the Anbu- I have my old mask, some gear, a few notebooks, and some stuff I collected along the way.” He said, reaching in to pull out little trinkets you recognized from other villages.
Against everyone’s better judgment, Kakashi thought it best to bring out more sake- going through his old Anbu stuff would be better with a little more alcohol in him. You agreed and the two of you drank and talked as he told more stories.
After an hour, the two of you were spilling more sake than drinking it, which led to some more raucous and slurred conversations.
“No way, the girl that’s sleeping with Guy is your friend?” Kakashi slurred.
You laughed. “Yeah and she says he's the best she’s ever had!” You laughed, causing Kakashi to laugh too.
“I hate him I can’t believe he’s fucking so much more than I am, life is so unfair.” Kakashi sighed, leaning a little too hard and nearly falling over into your lap.
“How are you not? That definitely seems like a you thing, all the kunoichi I know would love to be in your bed- you’ve got that whole mysterious loner thing going on.” You replied, chuckling as you leaned against the wall.
“Mysterious loner thing, eh? Wow, does that work on every girl in the village?” Kakashi asked, moving a bit closer to you.
Obviously aware of what was happening, you decided to tease him a bit.
“Nah, I lied, it only works on me.”
Kakashi picked you up in an instant, carrying you to his bedroom and placing you gently on his bed.
“I’m not sure why I’m even sharing this but I’m a little nervous, so I apologize if I’m a little shaky” Kakashi replied, wringing his hands somewhat nervously.
That’s okay, I don’t mind taking the lead
“You’re telling me Kakashi of the Sharingan gets nervous?” You bent forward, gripping the fabric of his pants to pull him towards you.
“Well I mean with stuff like this I-”
“Kakashi Hatake, one of the leaf’s most important jonin, gets nervous with a girl?” In a flash, you switched places with Kakashi, pushing him onto the bed behind you and taking off the rest of his pants.
Scooting up a little bit, Kakashi moved so you had room on his bed as well. He takes off his vest quickly, nervous with anticipation.
Arousal throbs within you as you drink in the image before you. Kakashi’s breathing is heavy, causing his chest to rise and fall more rapidly in his tight shirt, his mask still covering half his face. This would be beautiful regardless, but it's the small wet spot on his boxers and how painfully constricting they look that causes your mouth to water.
Looking him in the eye to ensure you’re doing what he wants, he offers a small nod as you remove his boxers, a sigh exiting his mouth.
To repeat, Kakashi was built like a god. His cock was no exception.
Using the pad of your index finger, you gently stroked the underside of it, watching him writhe under your touch.
“Is that sensitive?” You asked softly, nearly panting.
“Please I-” You interrupted him by wrapping your lips around the tip, massaging the underside with your tongue.
“Fuck, that’s good.” He breathed out, placing his hand in your hair and moving the pieces away from your face.
You took in more of him until you couldn’t, attempting to relax your throat to fit it all, but missing that last 10%. Kakashi was well-endowed, but in a way that was definitely going to feel incredible rather than painfully split you in half. Rubbing your legs at the thought, you sucked harder, moving your head up and down as he gripped your hair.
“God you look so pretty like this” Kakashi moaned out as you began to move faster. You moaned in response, men who talk like that are so hot.
Kakashi let out a breathy laugh. “Ah, you like stuff like that? I-” A moan ripped through him as you pulled back to suck harshly on the tip.
He could feel it build within him, an orgasm approaching faster than he had expected it to, but he also hadn’t expected you to have the mouth of a goddess when he brought you back to his place.
Wanting to warn you, he spoke. “Fuck I think I’m gonna-” You could feel his quads tighten, the pants and moans coming from him spurred you on as you attempted one last time to take him all in, successfully this round.
A loud groan tore through Kakashi as the best orgasm he’d had in years washed over him, hot liquid filling your mouth as you swallowed and sat up.
Kakashi looked at you with absolute bliss before frowning, realizing he was in just a shirt while you were still fully clothed.
“Take that off, those pants.” Kakashi ordered, watching intently as you got up from the bed and removed your pants, leaving you in a very tiny excuse for a shirt and panties.
“Take the shirt off and get on top of me.” He commanded.
“But you just-”
“I’m not using that, just do what I say please.” He replied, finally taking off his shirt with the mask, revealing his face.
“You’re really beautiful” You blurted, pulling your shirt over your head and sitting atop him.
Kakashi laughed lightly and traced the corners of your panties with his fingertips, completely avoiding the area you so wished he would touch.
“Thank you, that’s sweet of you. Now, I change my mind take these off too, you don’t need them and they’re too pretty to rip in half.” Kakashi replied, pulling at one side.
After some awkward maneuvering, you pulled them off and returned to your position, sitting carefully on his stomach.
In one quick motion, he had pulled you by your lower back up to his face, thighs touching his ears as you braced yourself against the headboard.
“Is this okay?” Kakashi asked, fingers fluttering around your inner thighs, tracing small patterns.
“Yes, please” You breathed out, anxious to begin.
“Also, some girls don’t do this and it makes all of it more difficult- I want you to fully sit on my face, if I need to hold you up I will, but don’t hold back on me, okay?” Kakashi patted your leg, motioning for you to relax on his face.
“O-okay, let me know if you need me to move or something” You were even more nervous as you placed yourself atop his mouth.
One swipe from his tongue and all nervous feelings vacated.
Apparently the man’s godhood extended beyond just his looks.
He would switch between lapping and sucking at your clit and nipping at your inner thighs, causing your heartbeat to become erratic as he swapped between small bits of pain and incredible pleasure.
Shifting your hips with his hands so that your clit pressed hard against his mouth, he snaked a hand underneath you to curl his middle finger into you, tongue continuing its brutal pace.
Kakashi might be disciplined in keeping his moans relatively quiet but you were not the same.
Each dip of his tongue and thrust of his fingers elicited a noise from you.
Kakashi was skilled, placing a second finger within you and curling, searching for a spot that-
“Fuck yes there baby right there oh please there” you nearly screamed as you could feel Kakashi smirk against you, pulling his mouth to the side to nip at your inner thighs.
“There, baby? That feel good?” Kakashi spoke before returning his assault on your clit with his tongue.
“Uh-huh” you moaned out, unable to concentrate on forming any other words.
He began to speed up the pace, fingers curling and plunging into you at a rate that had your toes curling. His tongue continued to tap at your clit, occasionally dipping down further to lick broad stripes against you. You’d become so delirious with pleasure that you began shifting your hips back and forth on his face.
The orgasm within you built quickly, moans becoming more high-pitched as you gripped the headboard with one hand and his hair with the other.
“Oh Kakashi please I’m so close I’m-” Your first (and hopefully not last) orgasm ripped through you as your legs shook around his head, but Kakashi did not change his pace. The overstimulation was nearly painful as you tried to pull back a little, Kakashi not freeing you from his grasp as he gripped your thigh.
“It’s too much baby I can’t I can’t” You cried, Kakashi not seeming to let up anytime soon.
Minutes later your second orgasm tore through you unexpectedly, leaving you to slump even further against Kakashi’s face as he finally stopped and lifted you gently, placing you next to him on his bed.
Kakashi smiled at you and kissed your cheek, wiping his face as he moved atop you.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, kissing your neck and nipping at your ear.
“I want you to fuck me” you breathed out, enjoying his touch on your neck.
“Mmm, is that right? I can do that.” Kakashi kissed you deeply, tongue touching yours as he ran his fingers over one of your nipples, causing you to sharply inhale.
Moving his kisses down your neck to your chest, Kakashi swirled his tongue around one nipple, sucking and nipping at it as he circled the other with his index finger. Switching between both, Kakashi continued for a few minutes before you began begging him to fuck you.
“Kakashi please I want you to fuck me, I don’t wanna wait” You whined, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation.
Kakashi sat up, aligning himself with your entrance and panting, looking to you for approval.
“Please” you whined.
Kakashi bent both your legs towards your chest, grabbing your hand so you could hold one leg as he pressed down the other.
Sliding himself in, he slowly bottomed out and the two of you sighed, Kakashi giving you a moment before starting a quicker pace.
“You feel- fuck- so- oh - good” Kakashi had picked up the pace, slamming into you now as you cried out.
“Kakashi please harder” You moaned.
Kakashi pulled out of you quickly, letting go of your leg as you did the same, before scooping his arm under your waist and flipping you over.
“What? I-”
“Lift your ass up.”
You obliged.
Lifting your ass slightly, Kakashi pulled your hips towards him and entered you again immediately, slamming into you with a brutal pace as your face pressed against the sheets.
Realizing he was closer to cumming than he thought, Kakashi reached one hand between your legs to begin rubbing your clit with his fingers, pressure building rapidly within you.
“You’re so fucking hot like this, come on baby I can feel you, you’re so close” Kakashi gritted out, thrusting into you with such fervor his headboard was hitting the wall with not-so-quiet repetition.
The familiar build within you started again for the third time that night, causing you to whine out for Kakashi as he kept his same pace.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum” You cried out, feeling the third orgasm course through you, feeling your inner walls flutter around Kakashi as he came seconds later.
Collapsing together on his bed, you and Kakashi were spent.
“We should shower” You said, moving to get off of his bed and take care of how sweaty you were.
“Or…we could do it again?” Kakashi asked, looking at you with darkened eyes.
You turned to him and laughed.
“Yeah we should totally do it again”
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Somewhere With You ~ a sneak peak
so here's a lil snippet of part 4 of How Long! I am still working out the kinks and shit. I'm not 10000% when it'll be posted, and these parts may be reworked, but it's coming SOON. I promise. but I'm giving you two lil snippets. I know you guys have been waiting forever. so here's a little bit of what's to come! pardon if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes btw!
here's a cute gif of smoochie too!
Here's a lil snippet of the beginning of the chapter (:
“You talk to your Mama lately? She still likin’ Maine?”
It wasn’t a question you were expecting coming from Joel. You had told him about your mom around the time that she moved away, however long ago that was. You truly didn’t expect him to even remember.
“We talk every week, she likes it there. Wants me to come experience a winter there, so I may go up for Christmas,” You explain, remembering back to conversation you two just had last week. She wanted you to feel what fluffy snow felt like and maybe go skiing with her.
It makes Joel’s heart sink a bit. Not because you would be visiting your mother, but instead you would not be here to spend Christmas with him and Sarah. He had already planned on making a spot for you at the dining table.
“That’d be nice,” He licks his lips, contemplating if he should say what he really wants to say, “‘M bettin’ she misses seein’ your beautiful face everyday.”
You smile, your cheeks burning hot at Joel calling you beautiful. You knew you had to throw him off and give him a sarcastic response to keep him on his toes.
“Gonna freeze my ass off there. May have to borrow some of your flannels.”
He chuckles, tilting his head towards you, “You already havta’ have about four of my t-shirts, now that hoodie. You wanna raid me some more?”
“If I’m remembering correctly, you said I just had to “get with you” to get clothes,” You’re whispering, leaning into him. You don’t want Sarah to hear the words you’re speaking to her father, “How many times do we need to go at it before I get one of those denim jackets you own?”
He peers over at you. You smirk, quirking one eyebrow up.
“You with me to get my clothes or somethin’?”
“That and other things,” You tease, pulling away, leaning your back against the seat again.
Joel peers into the rear view mirror. Sarah is asleep, her headphones blasting her favorite pop album. He tilts his head towards you, his eyes not leaving the road, “You’ll havta remind me of those other things when we get home.”
He could get used to always having you in his passenger seat.
and then the part you all have been waiting for (;;;;;
“What is going on here?”
His voice scares you. You don’t even want to turn around in Joel’s lap to face him. Joel slowly helps you out of his lap, his eyes never leaving Tommy’s.
When you finally turn to face Tommy, his eyes are wild and bright red. He looks like he hasn’t showered in days, his longer hair greasy and standing in all sorts of directions. It’s not his appearance that scares you, it’s the energy he’s brought into Joel’s living room. It’s the same scary tension you experienced when he lashed out on you before.
Joel finally speaks up, clearing his throat. “What do you mean?”
But Tommy isn’t talking to Joel. He’s looking at you.
“Are you fuckin’ my brother?”
He’s pointing at you, his finger waving at you like an adult who’s scolding a child. You open your mouth, but you can’t say anything. Your throat is dry, the shock and terror taking ahold of your vocal cords.
“Tommy, we aren’t doing this.”
Joel puts himself in between Tommy and you, ensuring he does not creep closer to you. You want to believe Tommy would never get physical with you, but the way he looks now, you are not one hundred percent positive.
“That’s not what I fuckin’ asking, Joel. Are you two sleepin’ together?”
His voice is booming, bouncing off every corner of the room. It makes you shrink three sizes.
Joel places his head up, warning him silently not to get any closer, “Tommy-”
“Answer the fuckin’ question!”
You want to curl into a ball. You knew this would fucking happen. You knew he would go insane.
You look at Joel finally. You realize your eyes were trained on Tommy in terror, unsure on how to console him. Joel licks his lips, rolling his eyes a bit. You just nod, trying to answer Tommy’s question without saying anything. You did not want him to realize how shaky your voice was.
Once he gets confirmation, all hell breaks loose. He’s pushing on Joel with his chest, screaming expletives at him.
“You’re a fuckin’ asshole! You fucked my girl-“
Before he can even finish the statement, Joel becomes a brick wall. He’s staring down at Tommy now, all the while snot is running down at his little brother’s face. He looked pathetic. As he nudges Joel’s chest, he hardly moves a millimeter. Joel does not even hesitate when he says the next words.
“Not your girl.”
#how long part 4#gracie writes#joel miller fanfic#joel miller x reader#joel miller being a hot dilf and fighting for you#joel miller fic#joel miller smut#joel miller#gracieheartspedro
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"I don't know any Laura!" Travis cries in annoyance and she just lets out a little huff, "No, of course you don't."
Travis opens his mouth to argue further, because he's angry that she's acting like he should know who she is and is feeling guilty (just the littlest tiny bit), because she sounds so sad about it.
Laura is trying to cover it, playing it all off as if she doesn't care, but he's not completely lacking in empathy. He can tell she's hurt. Deeply.
And all because he doesn't know her or remember her and he's really wracking his brain, but nothing is coming to him.
Why would he even know someone her age? Maybe she worked at his brother's summer camp? He hopes to God she's not related to one of the women he's picked up at Dixie's Roadhouse.
And he knows he hasn't picked her up, because he would definitely remember that. It would be hard to forget eyes like hers.
It would also be hard to forget someone with such a smart mouth as she snarks, "Look, you might not remember me, but I remember you. And the Travis Hackett I know would help me. Because he was helpful!"
"Hey! I'm plenty helpful!" He volleys back, " Might just be I don't like helping fishy brats who curse my family!"
"I didn't do that! And neither did Silas! He might have bitten your nephew, but it was an accident! I ran off with him because I wanted to protect him and because I wanted to fix this! And I can fix it, if you'll just shut up and stop being such a shit for brains!"
He raises an accusatory finger and shakes it her face a couple of times as if steeling himself before saying what he wants to say.
Finally he points the shaking finger back to the lake, "If I wasn't worried about you swimming off, I'd chuck you right back into that water like the bad catch you are!"
"... you done?" Is her laconic return and he lets out a harsh breath, muttering beneath it 'Jesus, probably forgot you on purpose!' before just sighing and waving at her to speak her piece.
"I searched for years for a cure. Silas was born the way he is, so, technically there is no cure for him. But there is one for those he's bitten. It's a complex mixture of various magical ingredients, all of which I've gathered save one."
"And that is?"
"Witch's bone." Laura gives him a grim smirk, "So, aren't we lucky a witch died here."
"Who? Eliza Vorez?" He rolls his eyes, "Good luck. After we cleaned up the fire the next day, the Harum Scarum site disappeared on us. We haven't been able to find it since."
"That's because Eliza's shrouded it in her dark magic. She didn't die from the fire itself. She must have died from something else. Because if she'd burned directly, she'd be dead AND gone. But she's not gone..."
Laura shakes her head, "No, if she was gone, Silas and I wouldn't still be locked in one of her spells."
"Which is?"
"We don't age." She looks pointedly at him, "Neither of us."
...she says this like it's some sort of clue. If it is, Travis doesn't know what it's for. Instead, he's more caught on, "You're saying that while she's dead, she's not gone - so, what? She's a ghost?"
Laura nods, "A vengeful one. It's why she's hidden the location of the Harum Scarum's remains from you. But with Silas here, that enchantment should break."
"Why?"
She looks away, her voice soft, "Harum Scarum...the cage he was in... that's the closest thing Silas has to a home."
Travis slowly digests that and Laura looks at him, big eyes earnest, "Her enchantment can't keep him from it. He knows where it is and I know where he is. Promise not to hurt him and I'll take you there. I'll take you there, we'll get some of her bones, and we'll cure your family."
He licks his lips and looks out over the water. He then looks back at her, "If you're not being straight with me..."
"I am." She gets to her feet, her legs apparently dry enough now to work, "I promise."
"I don't put much stock in your promises."
Laura's eyes suddenly take on a glassy sheen, as if forming tears, and she blinks them away with a sniff, "You used to."
And then she's off.
Travis follows behind her. They walk for miles, twisting through darkened woods and muddy trails. The terrain is less than kind to him, but he takes it in stride, keeping up with her as best he can.
As they walk, Laura asks over one shoulder, "So...your sheriff now..."
Travis is reluctant to answer, but does anyway, "Yeah."
"Do you like it?"
"...it's okay." He doesn't understand why she's asking. It's silent for a time and then she starts again, "Are-? Are you... married?"
...the way she asks, like it's painful...
"No." He says it simply, truthfully, "I'm not married."
"Divorced?"
"No."
"Kids?"
"No."
"Seeing any-?"
"What the hell are you doing?" He asks with bite, "What's with the twenty questions."
"I just..." Laura lets out a hefty exhale, "I just want to know who you are."
"From what you've implied earlier, you know who I am!" Travis snaps, "And frankly, I'm getting a little sick of this little girl lost act you're trying to pull with me! I don't know you and I don't know how you know me and I don't-!"
His angry diatribe ends sharply when Laura gasps 'Look!' and points ahead. Sure enough, he sees the remnants of Harum Scarum.in the distance.
Six years...and this is his first time seeing the spot again. The air feels thick, laced with tension and Travis can instinctively feel the danger here. It's neigh omnipresent and a heavy weight hits him, begging him to turn back.
He'll do no such thing.
Travis doesn't even care if he dies tonight, so long as he sees an end to this curse. So long as he saves his family. They're the most important thing in the world to him. There's nothing else.
"Nothing else..." An echoey voice rings out and Travis feels the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He turns with alarm and there, right behind him, is an ethereal creature.
A ghost.
Just like Laura said.
The ghost looks at him with the pale, milky eyes of the dead and she whispers, "I can hear your thoughts ever so lightly on the air...I know what you want to do..."
"Vorez." Laura looks murderous as she steps closer to Travis, as she aims the light of her flashlight at her.
The light easily pierces through the spectre, who purses her wrinkled lips at the sight of Laura, "My wayward child...here to betray me. My sweet Silas would never hurt me. But you...you've been a thorn in my side since day one! I should've never taken you..."
"But you did!" Laura shouts at her, "You took me and now I'm going to end you once and for all! Send you back to Hell where you belong!"
"Oh ho, and how are you going to do that, my dear?" Eliza looks frightening, a cunning smile practically ripping open her misty face, "By burning my bones? Making them into dust for your precious cure? Well... you'd have to find them first and they're well guarded. Guarded by my good, dear boy..."
Laura is glaring at her, but Travis sees a slight tremble work through her wiry frame. Eliza enlightens him on why, "In this form, Silas won't respond to you. His inner wolf has him. A beast closer to me than you - he'll guard my bones, protect them."
Her gaze turns to Travis, "And he'll rip your love apart."
"Your-?" Travis looks from Eliza to Laura and then back again, "What? What the hell are you-?"
"Oh, that's right!" Eliza gasps dramatically, "Poor thing doesn't remember."
"Eliza..." Laura starts threateningly, but the ghost is undeterred, "I'm sure you've heard of mermaids and sirens...but, people often confuse the two. Mer creatures live under the water. Sirens are avian beings. But, at one point, they had an accord and the Sirens passed on little secret, a little spell, one they taught the Mer..."
"Eliza," Laura tries again, flashlight raised as if ready to be used as a weapon, "Don't."
"They taught them how to sing. How to manipulate humans through song - it made it so they could do all sorts of things, from luring men out to sea to drown them, to seducing young women from their homes, to even-!"
"ELIZA!" Laura roars, but the ghost just drops, "-making someone forget something."
Then, just to twist the knife, "Or someone."
Travis turns to Laura now. The girl is fully shaking. From head to toe. She knows Travis. He doesn't know her.
Or he thinks he doesn't.
Travis blinks at her, "You...sang to me?"
Laura lets out a sob.
"Took my memory?"
Another sob, a moan, and Laura covers her mouth, looking devastated. Travis doesn't know why. He also doesn't know how to feel.
And then he does.
He does, because a freezing ice cold envelopes his body, Eliza's ghostly arms wrapping around him from behind as she hisses in one of his ears, "She did it to protect you. But I'm going to return it. To hurt you."
Travis cries out in agony. His skull suddenly feels like it's going to explode in two. Imagery floods into his mind's eye, followed by old sounds and flashes of moments and memories, memories, so many, many memories.
When he can think again, he's on his knees, and Eliza is gone and Laura is crying and holding on to him, begging him to wake up and come back and when he does, he sees her there.
Laura...
Laura right in front of him.
His Laura.
"I..." Travis's voice comes out rusty, as if he'd been screaming earlier and just stopped, "I know you..."
Laura whimpers his name and Travis takes her face in his hands, "I know you."
She's crying and she turns some, kisses one of his palms, and there's so much to say, to do, but neither of them can do anything, as a horrible howl rings out.
A werewolf's howl.
And it's close. Very close.
Eliza, still behind them, looks terrifyingly pleased, "So sweet. Together at last. Just in time to watch each other get torn apart."
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"I'll come for you."
The first words between them in months. Years? I'll come for you. And it was a stupid cryptic note that could have been just as much a threat as it was a promise.
He would know that handwriting anywhere. If he smelled it he knew he'd smell cinnamon and fresh ink on old parchment. And the slightest scent of magic. Of Weave. The smell so distinctly *him* that. That… that he feared would make him break down again.
And once was plenty enough. Especially after getting caught by Caeden. Sniveling like a child who had been told no. Moth was older than that. Better than that. He shouldn't cry over some note left mysteriously to him. He shouldn't cry over some man from his past.
But here he was. Watching the dwarf burn the room in holy fire. Note clutched in his hand. And he felt... Small. Hopeless. Hopeful. Like a great weight sunk down in his chest. Like a lightness filled him. He wanted to throw up. Instead he changed. Unconsciously. Into his human guise. The one he grew up wearing. The one he spent his whole life as. The one he knew him as.
Memories flooded him with the scent of the fire burning away the room like he so wished he could his past.
"Careful, the ink hasn't dried yet." He said as Morgan picked up the spell tome. The ink could still run and it would ruin hours of work if he so much as lifted the page. The mage's writing so precise and neat.
"You know I won't hurt it." Morgan smiled and rested his hip against the table. "I just want to admire this for a little bit."
He sighed and stared at Morgan's jutting hip bone. "You're being like this on purpose."
"I am."
"How can I get my book back?"
Morgan traced the symbols and runes as he hummed. Each line of writing. His finger just barely dodging the drying ink. "I'll give it back for a kiss."
He snorted and shook his head. "You're a brat you know. Come here."
In one fluid movement Morgan put the book back down and slid onto his lap.
"Are you going to go to bed?" Caeden asked snapping Moth out of his memories.
"No. I. I'm going to stay up a little longer."
"Well, get some rest, okay?" There was concern there. But also a tiredness he couldn't cover.
"Yeah…" He couldn't rest. Not looking or feeling the way he was. Not with the note clutched so firmly in his hand that his palm would bruise.
He slumped on the floor there, back against Rezmir’s door and watched the room as the fires slowly pittered out. When sleep did eventually find him, his dreams were a cacophony of jumbled memories.
“What does this word say?” He asked from his spot on his friend’s lap. Somehow they had gotten into the habit of sitting on the floor, with books and parchment spread all around them. Morgan sprawled out on his stomach on Argos’ lap reading, while Argos used his back as a makeshift table. It was comfortable in its own unusual way. For the most part Morgan was as still as possible to give Argos a good surface to write on. But when he had a question about some word he didn’t understand he would shift and wiggle to get his attention. Like he did now.
Argos looked over, scratching at Morgan’s lower back like he would a favoured pet. Morgan was learning Common this day. And Argos smiled at it. After all, it was his idea for his lover to know it. “Just in case.” He would say. Though Morgan never knew what “just in case” meant. He had no plans of leaving Thay. Not while Argos and his father were here. Not when they could build a life together here. Raise griffon kitlings.
Except Morgan didn’t trust them after one cantankerous one tried biting off his hand once. Maybe kitlings would be nicer. Or at least less dangerous.
“Which one?”
“This one.”
“You’re still getting caught up on this?” Argos laughed but it was soft and kind.
“I know, I know I’m hopeless. But you still love me right?”
“Of course. Always.”
~~~
“I don’t know about this…” Morgan started, looking through the open slit in the door. The room beyond was full of people. Idling and milling. Talking in small groups and laughing. Some of them had shorn hair, some of them did not. All of them wearing bright and vibrant red.
“Morgan, trust me, they’ll love you.” Argos leaned down and kissed the tip of his pointed ear. Pointed still from the reveal that he wasn’t human.
“They’ll think I’m a favoured pet you mean.” The smaller of the two said, venom in his voice, his body stiff and leaning back against the solid chest of the wizard.
“They won’t. They won’t.” He put his hands on Morgan’s upper arms and stroked them up and down trying to comfort his lover. “They’ll just see me with the most beautiful man in all of Thay and they’ll be jealous. Especially if you wear these.” He let go of Morgan briefly to fiddle with something in his robes. Morgan turned to look at him and watch as he took out a small box and lift the lid.
Delicate laced metal sat in the box. Decorated by little flowers and moths, that almost looked like they were alive. Gold, of course, to match the earring Morgan gave Argos not too long ago. “Ear cuffs?” He asked quizzically.
“Yes. They’ll hide your ears so you just look like a human, and no one will give you a second look. Well they might. But that’s because you’re very handsome.”
Morgan bit his lower lip as he stared at the cuffs like they were a noose. Like a collar that was already wrapped too tightly around his neck. A commitment he was afraid to make. Not to Argos. But to the whole of Thay. This was his coming out party. And soon everyone would know that the mad hermit had a son. “They’re beautiful…”
“They’ll look even more beautiful on you - here, let me help you put them on.” Argos took them from the box, and delicately wrapped each one around Morgan’s ears. Though his hair was long enough to hide them, they still poked through the dark locks. Argos smiled despite this, and kissed Morgan slowly, as if nothing in the world mattered but him. As if they were the only two people in the world and there wasn’t a gathering of Red Wizards and Argos’ other friends in the other room just beyond this door.
Morgan whined and reached up to pull lightly on Argos’ hair. Something which he knew his wizard liked. And something to hopefully get out of this party Argos had planned for him. Argos groaned and leaned in, pushing Morgan against the wall. Bracing his arm next to Morgan’s head so they could stand chest to chest.
“You’re not getting out of this that easily.” Argos mumbled against his lips. “Come on. The sooner we get this started, the sooner it’ll be over. And how much happier you’ll be for it. Come on, they don’t bite.”
“You said that about the griffons” Morgan muttered following him through the open door.
~~~
Morgan laughed, reaching up to touch Argos’ scalp. His head was freshly shaved and the beginnings of tattoos were starting to decorate it. Thick dark lines and delicate small runes. “What have they done to you, my love!”
Argos smiled. Beamed. He was proud of what had happened earlier that day. “You know Red Wizards don’t keep their hair like the black cavalry does.”
“But that was your best feature!” Morgan bemoaned, tracing the ink along his head. Each and every line was a new mark to map on his skin. “I thought I was going to marry a handsome man! Now what am I to do?”
“You want to marry me?” Argos spluttered and pulled away. Golden eyes wide with surprise.
“Well of course I do. Unless there’s someone else that you’ve kept from me?” Morgan arched an eyebrow looking suddenly serious and very upset. It had always been them. Them together since boyhood and nothing would come between them. Nothing *could* come between them.
“No! No it’s not that I just-” Argos hid his face behind his hands and Morgan burst out laughing. Pulling his hands away and leaning up for a kiss.
“I’ll still love you, even if you have no hair.”
~~~
Argos paced the small living space while Morgan dusted and organized his father’s bookshelf. They were frustrated with each other. This was the only point of real contention between them.
“Join the Red Wizards with me.” Argos said after a lifetime of pacing.
“You know I haven’t the mind for magic.” Morgan replied cooly. This was not the reason Argos said he wanted to visit. And it grated on him that he had been caught like this unawares. So he focused on his chores and making sure the library was as neat as possible.
“I can teach you though! You can be my apprentice!” Morgan looked over finally and glowered. This had been going on for the better part of half an hour.
“If my father can’t teach me, then what makes you think you can?”
“I got you to learn common.”
“And he taught me infernal. What’s your point?”
“My point is that I’ll miss you and you should be by my side.” Argos was exasperated.
Morgan put the book he was holding down and leaned his weight on his hip. Arms folded. “Do you really think your lich would allow an elf into his ranks as a Red Wizard? I’ve seen how the military treats non-humans, Argos. It’s not good.”
“You’re not - he’s our lich, Morgan. And he’s not that bad.” Argos went to run his hands through his hair, but scratched his scalp instead. The tattoos that covered his head had long since been finished. “Listen, you're sneaky. You could be a spy. It’d be fine.”
“And still not a human. Open your eyes, Argos. The best place I can be is here in my father’s lab. Or do you want me treated like a slave?”
“You’re already his slave!” Morgan sucked in a sharp breath and looked away. It was a sore spot for him that his father used him as a tool as much as he treated him like his son. But the blow wasn’t softened any coming out of his lover’s mouth. Argos realized his mistake immediately and stumbled over his words. “I- Morgan I’m-”
“Get out.”
Argos took a step closer, arms open and hands spread. If Morgan allowed it, he would wrap his arms around him, and hold him tightly. Kiss his hair and stroke his back. But Morgan was in no mood for niceties. Even from Argos. “Morgan, please I’m sorry I-”
“Get. Out.”
The wizard ceded ground then, and nodded despite Morgan still looking furiously away. He lingered in the doorway of the cottage, words hanging off his lips if only he dared to speak them. And left.
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Day 1
[cont’d]
A feeling of dread washed over me as I got no word of my insurance coming through. I have to slap dough so now I’ll sit on hold for hours to hear that there’s nothing I can do.
I’m so tired of it all. When I work, I have to do other work. When I rest I have to work. I can’t wait for the day I can just relax and not care about anything.
It makes my head hurt.
The customers still stare at the patch. Nobody asks. But they all have this sad feeling in their eyes. It’s pity. I try not to tear up from anger or frustration.
I keep holding my arms like I’m cold. I figured out it’s just me wanting hugs. So I’m hugging myself to feel the warmth around my arms.
I almost cried again. Luckily the maintenance man came in.
It’s now 1:45p and he finally left. I’m alone again.
I dropped sauce and some trays. It’s not east navigating as a cyclops. At least I look intimidating.
I’m already dreading tomorrow. 12hrs. I’m gonna be so exhausted. I wish I had a way to recharge. I wish I could take a day or two off but I have to keep working. I have to make up for that money jess lost.
I opened my phone again. It’s almost 2p so usually I message kinga around this time. I like to think that I have good timing and I brighten her day with cute shit and memes. I’ll never know. But she seems to like it occasionally.
Some times I get flashbacks though. Of things someone said to me. I don’t know why they come but I try so hard to push them out.
I feel like o should be doing more though. I should be trying harder. I don’t feel good enough and usually that’s when the bad thoughts start rushing in.
It’s 2:10. I almost reached the end of the line with the insurance. I still have so much paperwork to finish.
I have 3 more hours left in my shift and all I can think about is going to sleep. Honestly I’d much rather just cuddle and watch tv until I fall asleep.
I’m so boring but I’m just too tired to do anything. My body and mind are exhausted and the constant need to make enough to not drown makes me so unable to relax.
I think this dry spell is making things worse. I haven’t been able let go and relax. I promised myself I wouldn’t jerk off but I’m starting to wonder if the built up testosterone is starting to become too much.
I keep thinking about times that make me angry. Moments where I wanna punch people in the face. I’m trying not to be that person though.
I just went to be there and help. But I hate this useless feeling I get. And sometimes I want to be so aggressive in bed. But like it’s weird. When I think about beating the shit out do her and choking her, I know she’ll enjoy it but it does nothing for me. It just makes me feel more like a tool. Makes me feel like my use is to get her off.
I think back to how I clam up and hold my breath. How I just shut down. It’s not what I want. I want to feel accepted. Why do I crave these feelings so badly?!
Breathe. I still have 2 hrs left in ym day.
It’s finally time to crack open my Red Bull.
I hate it here. I have to stick tot he plan.
I need to stop messaging anyone that I don’t have a streak with and even then I need to give light conversation.
I’m close to breaking down again so I need to watch my words.
I’m so happy I work every day. I can’t go crazy. I can stay boring and slowly fade away.
I’m so lucky there’s no customers here. No employees either. I can cry in the office.
I have so much to do though. I can’t stop. I just want to feel like I’m good enough. I’m doing the best I can but I don’t feel like it’s enough.
Sometimes I’d like to imagine the perfect message. The things I know I want to hear that I want to know from someone else’s perspective.
I want to know if I’m good enough. I want to know if I’m worth it all.
What am I saying? I just need to get through the day.
God I’m so tired. I’m so so tired.
Will this be forever? It feels like it.
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𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐲, 𝐛.𝐛
a/n: i had to turn this into a whole ass blurb/one shot, this is different than anything that i've written in the past.
reblogs/likes/feedback is greatly appreciated & highly encouraged!
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18+ warning
Warnings: 18+, no plot- just porn, dubcon, age gap (early/mid 20's), stepdad!bucky, dom!bucky, sub!reader, virgin!reader, unprotected sex, praise kink, size kink, innocent kink, corruption kink, breeding kink, fingering, oral (f), masturbation (f), sorry for any missed typos!
Word Count: 2.2k
Chills spread over the surface of your body- his fingers trace along the tops of your shoulder and up your neck- stopping at your jaw. The sound of his breathing is the only thing you can hear. His clothed chest presses against your back- his crotch flush with your ass.
Having another body so close and pressed against you is foreign.
Nerves bundle in your stomach as his fingers slide up the sides of your waist, stopping right before your breast- cupping them through the thin fabric of your tank top. Your sensitive nipples pebble and poke through the tank top.
A surprised gasp falls from your lips, he chuckles into your ear.
That tank top is what landed you here with your breasts being groped and messaged. Bucky had gotten fed up with you wandering around the house with tiny clothing that barely covers your most intimate areas.
With the innocence of what such clothing does to a man, you thought nothing of it- as it’s been warmer outside, and you needed to cool off.
“Daddy…” Breathlessly whining, your core began to tingle- something that has been happening more often.
Humming, Bucky moves the strands of floral-smelling hair to the side- exposing your neck. Pressing soft pecks along the base of your neck, he trails up to the bottom of your ear.
“Honey, have you ever played with your special place?” Your shoulders tense.
The rough callused palm roamed over your tummy, stopping at the band of the muted pink pajama shorts.
Bucky knew the answer. He heard the soft muffled moans and whimpers that come from your bedroom. This sparked curiosity.
Through the crack of the door, Bucky witnessed the sinful act of your hips rolling on your stuffies.
Accidently grinding against one of your bear’s nose in the middle of the night was the act that started the exploration of your body. You knew that what you were doing wasn’t allowed- but the feeling you got when you grind your clit into the face of the teddy was unlike anything you’ve experienced before.
The first orgasm you had took you by surprise, drenching your favorite teddy in your juices.
From that night forward, your fingers exploded the sensitive bud and the aching hole.
When your fingers weren’t enough, you teased your needy clit with the hard nose of your teddy. The simulation became addicting and masturbating with your teddy became a daily occurrence.
Tweaking your nipples and toying your clit are acts that you knew would get you in a world of trouble- if you caught by your mother. So, you kept the touching and teasing for when she went to work- but you had no idea that this whole time you had an audience for your private sessions.
Breasts swaying, nipples barely grazing the sheets, and the sight of the light brown teddy bear, that he gifted to you for your birthday, stimulating your clit- left Bucky no option but to stroke himself in the hallway.
Praying silent prayers that his wife wouldn’t catch him cumming in his hand to his precious stepdaughter.
Overtaken with the pleasure, your grasp on your teddy’s head tightens as the rocking of your hips became more aggressive. Simulation from the nose on your clit becoming too much for you to bear. The sounds fell from your lips like honey off a spoon- Bucky could listen to your whimpers on a continuous loop.
Your eyes flutter shut as your mouth jaw fall opens- this time, no sound comes out. The overwhelming wave of intense pleasure washing over you- causing your body to twitch and your eyes roll back.
Bucky became addicted to the beautiful sight in front of him, he watched you explore your body almost every day.
“Yes.” Heat flushed your cheeks, and you look down at his fingers playing with the strings.
“Do you want Daddy to touch your special place?” Bucky’s breath is hot on your neck.
The question made the heartbeat between your legs grow louder. All you could manage to do is nod. The sensation of your nipples mixed with the hot breath on your neck put you under a spell.
You knew that Bucky shouldn’t be touching you, but you wanted his fingers to play with your cunt- knowing he could make you feel better than any of your teddy’s.
“Has anyone else ever played with you?” Embarrassed, you shake your head.
The answer makes his cock twitch and harden. Bucky dreamed of being the first one who gets to stretch your tight hole. The first one to feel how sweet you tasted as your dripped with arousal- The image of your cunt swallowing his cock has made him cum too many times to count.
“How honored I am to be the one to ruin your innocence.”
The grip on your breasts moved to your hips, leaving your assaulted breasts sore. Twisting your hips, forcing them to turn to face him. Your doe-eyed expression only made Bucky’s cock throb.
Guiding your shaking fingers to his cock, Bucky's eyes are mesmerized at the innocence beginning to drain from your body.
The yelp that you made from the feeling of his erect cock- makes him chuckle.
“Don’t be scared, Honey- Daddy is gonna be gentle with you before I stuff you full of my cock.” The fallen piece of hair is moved ever so gently from your cheek.
The adrenaline soaring through your veins and dampening panties gives you a confidence boost, you squeeze him.
A low groan from Bucky causes you to giggle and your eyes light up. Bucky smiles, tilting your chin upward. He plants a small kiss on the corner of your mouth.
“See, little one? You made Daddy feel good- do you want Daddy to make you feel good too?” The softness in his voice relaxes your tense shoulders, trusting that you’re in good hands.
Heat rises in your cheeks at the taboo question, you nod anyway.
“Use your words. Tell Daddy exactly what you want him to do to your special place,” His fingers slide down the thin strap of the tank top, stopping at the base. Your mouth runs dry as he traces the tank top, circling over your nipple.
“I want your cock… inside me…” The request takes Bucky back- thinking you’d ask for your clit to be played with.
“Oh, little one… I’m too big for your little cunt, I have to stretch you out first.” Forming a pout, you frown.
“I promise, Daddy is gonna fill you up real nice, okay? How about you show me how you play with yourself, yeah?” Still pouting, you nod.
Motioning to your bed, you sit on the edge of the bed. Bucky takes a seat on the small ottoman next to the bed.
Tugging the ends of your tank top upward, your breasts drop. An incoherent mumble escapes past Bucky’s lips as his legs spread. The self-control that his exhibiting by not shoving his cock down your throat is astounding.
His flustered reaction causes you to giggle. Leaning back to the bed, you slide off the pajama shorts. The clothing is discarded to the floor beside you.
Legs spread wide, you let one hand play with your nipples, and the other slide down to your glistening cunt.
“You’re so wet, honey- I can see you dripping from here,” Bucky’s palm is over his bugle, messaging himself through his pants.
Hips dig down at the relief from your touch, sliding your fingers between your folds. The juices coat your fingers, you bring them to your mouth- closing your lips around them, sucking off your arousal. Bucky is in disbelief from how natural it was for you to taste yourself and how comfortable you were playing with your cunt in front of him. He begins to fiddle with his zipper.
Your light breathy whimpers fill the room as your fingers toy with your clit.
Bucky’s fingers wrap around himself, slowly stroking himself- attempting to process the breathtaking sight of your cunt on full display.
Your hips buck into your fingers, while whimpers beginning to recklessly fall from your mouth.
Blindly reaching around for your stuffie to grind your now swollen clit into, but instead, feel a pair of calloused palms on your inner thighs.
“Couldn’t take it anymore- I need to taste that cunt for myself.” The sound that leaves your mouth surprises both of you as you feel his mouth attack your cunt.
His tongue dragging all over your cunt, licking up all the juices. The new sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before- the way his tongue flicked your clit and lapped up your fallen juices pulled you closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck. I’ve never seen such a stunnin’ pussy before, honey” Bucky can’t stop himself.
The moment your hips began to squirm, and the squeals and whimpers fall from your lips- his forearm holds your tummy down. Bucky wants to savor every last bit of you. The pad of his finger glides over the moist fold, examining you up close.
“Gotta see how tight you are,” He inserts his middle finger.
Curling in them in, grazing your g-spot. The force on your tummy enhances the pleasure building.
“Oh, honey- Daddy needs to stretch your little cunt,” The ring finger joins the middle, sending you flying into a euphoric state.
Bucky pumps his arousal-coated fingers, growing in speed. You ball the sheets in your fists, bucking your hips into his fingers.
“Please Daddy!” You choke pathetically.
“Please what? You need to cum?” You can barely manage to nod as you feel the lower half of your body become weak.
“I need you to tell me with your words.” You’ve entered another world and your fingers desperately try to unhook his grasp on your tummy.
“I can’t hold it- Daddy, please let me cum all over your fingers!” Proud of how quickly you’re learning his rules, he grants your wish.
Twitching and bucking aimlessly, you are overwhelmed with the shockwaves of pleasure that are soaring through every nerve of your body. Bucky continues to stretch your pussy, curling his fingers into your g-spot.
Another wave of pleasure takes you, you're blinded by who powerful it is- no sound comes from you, body silently convulsing.
“I’m so proud of you, honey. Can’t wait to ruin you with my cock,” Bucky discarded the rest of his clothes, dropping them with the others.
Regaining your vision and the rest of your senses, you met with his cock looking right at you- angry, swollen, and dripping with precum.
“See what that pussy does to me?” He chuckles, watching your eyes go wide and chest rise.
“I’ll be gentle,” He coos, kneeling down, placing a tender kiss on the top of your heat.
The confidence you once had vanishing as he grabs hold of himself. His cock throbbing against your folds as he slides his tip up and down.
Your moans don’t sound human as his tip finally enters you. The grunts match your moans. The tightness of your walls around Bucky catches him off guard. His fingers were nothing compared to his girth and length.
“Daddy- you’re too big for me I can’t-“ Tears form in the corners of your eyes the further he pushes himself.
“I’ll make it fit, ‘m filling you up.” With one swift motion, his pelvis flushes with your thighs.
The sweet sound of your cries and the instinct to pull off him- turns him feral. Bucky’s palms spread your thighs out, keeping them from pulling away from him.
“Don’t pull away. You’re doing such a good job,” Each thrust releases an animalistic sound from you, your body feeling numb with bliss.
Bucky feels your body relax completely, opening you up more, granting him the ability to go deeper. Turning into his fuck toy, you’re a babbling whimpering mess. You’ve lost vision and the ability to form words.
After being stuffed inside you, there is no way that Bucky going to be able to use his hand again. There is no replicating your cunt- how tight, warm, or the sounds you made.
“Daddy is so close, little one. Do you want Daddy to fill you up? Want him to stuff you full of his cum?” Bucky’s voice almost mocking how pathetic you look you’re your breasts bouncing, and your body paralyzed by his cock.
“Fill me, p-please!” You cry through the pleasure and pain.
Bucky’s palm presses on your tummy, increasing the pleasure of his cock ramming into you. Bucky’s foul curses and strings of praises of how amazing your cunt feels around him sound muffled to you.
As he presses on your tummy, he can feel himself filling you through your tummy. You cry out in pure bliss, desperately trying to move your hips from the sensitivity. The third wave crashing into you and wrecking you completely.
“Oh, look at that! Look at all my cum inside you,” Once he removes himself from you, your body twitched.
Bucky can’t take his eyes off of your cunt, cum dripping out of your abused hole. You’re laying heaving on the bed, processing all the pleasure rushing through you.
“I’m so proud of you,” Bucky lays next to you, tracing patterns on your tummy, bringing you down from your high.
Bucky grabs the towel from the hook, opening your shaking thighs. He wipes away the spilled cum. Still sensitive you whimper at the contact of the towel. Bucky peppers kisses around your inner thighs and on your tummy.
“Thank you for letting me ruin this pretty pussy,”
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hardest to love
part of the ‘soulmates collection’
surgeon!doyoung x surgeon!fem reader
others: haechan, jaemin, jeno
genre: medical au (but the medical part is not heavy), romance, angst, smut, fantasy elements, “enemies” to lovers, mutual pining
warnings: +18, esplicit sexual content: doyoung is a hard dom and a soft dom in different scenes, short instances of sub doyoung, finger sucking (I know, I have a hand kink), spanking, raw, ice play, fingering, dry humping, thigh riding, choking, use of "sir", orgasm control and denial, edging, overstimulation, light degradation, oral f, brat taming, safe word, wine play?; lots of teasing; swearing; discussion around death; doyoung is a jerk but gets better
words: 13k
note: you can read this as a stand alone without having read the other works in the soulmate collection. what you need to know: haechan, jeno and jaemin travel different universes with the purpose of getting doyoung and yn be together. mark is trying to do the opposite. sometimes doyoung can remember past lives and sometimes he can't. this life takes place in a hospital. if you're confused by the three boys’ story everything will be explained in their backstory fics coming soon.
__________
Haechan let out a single deep sigh.
“Damn it. Doyoung is a fucking jerk in this life.”
The three young men were standing in the corner of the room watching two students trembling mortified in front of a pissed off Doyoung before he could turn around on his heels.
“I thought he was a jerk in all lives,” Jeno commented while dusting off imaginary lice off his jacket.
"I’ll be honest. When you said 'hell' I didn't expect the ER."
“Well have you ever been to-” Haechan continued but stopped when noticing Jeno not listening to him anymore but observing their third friend instead.
“Hey, Jaemin?” Jeno put one hand on his shoulder.
Jaemin was weak and paler than usual, eyes wide and with a slightly trembling chin. He then followed the direction of the younger gaze and gasped himself.
“Yeah,” Haechan grated the back of his head. “I’m sorry. I told you this one is going to be hard.”
Jaemin gulped, looking at himself walking around the bed and checking on the patients.
That Jaemin looked exactly like him.
The only difference was the clothes. That doppelganger had a doctor gown instead of a sweatshirt.
“How is this possible? I don’t understand how I can be here and there at the same time.”
Haechan sighed at Jaemin’s comment.
“You could consider it time travel. Now, listen to me.”
Jaemin let himself be grabbed by Haechan’s hands, pressing on both of his arms and looked at the other’s intense eyes.
“You have to avoid yourself while we work and-,” he stopped as if making sure to have Jaemin’s whole attention, “-you can’t talk to her.”
As if Haechan’s voice was a spell that summons people, Jaemin raised his gaze from him to look behind Haechan’s shoulder where a woman was slowly walking the corridor, eyebrows furrowed trying to understand the medical records she was carrying.
“Shit,” Haechan silently cursed and, placing one hand on Jaemin’s cheek, he indicated to keep quiet by putting one finger on his own lips.
If Jaemin weren’t so weak in the limbs upon seeing her, he would have felt the tingle on his skin coming from Haechan’s palm, or he would have realized that the woman walked past them as if they were all invisible.
Jeno, arms crossed on his chest, followed the woman with his eyes then nodded once as to indicate that the path was clear.
“Why can’t I talk to her?”
Jaemin’s head wanted to turn around and catch another glimpse but Haechan didn’t move his hand from his face yet.
“You might, I promise. But only when I say so.”
“Haechan and I can shapeshift and become invisible but you can’t and we won’t be around to babysit you all the time. Do your part and stay out of trouble.”
"You look mean,” Jaemin mumbled.
"I am. Now move."
__________
A breath.
A deep and heavy breath.
He was hearing it inside his skull. His own irregular breath inside his own skull.
Then a loud ringing suffocated every other sound in Doyoung’s ears. Like tinnitus, he thought, so used to elaborate information by classifying it into boxes.
The man was looking at his hands as if they were not his, fingers gripping the defibrillator pads, watching how the chest underneath them rose and fell.
Again.
And again.
A machine. The defibrillator and Doyoung.
And that body as well.
But it was too broken to be fixed.
And when he barely heard the nurse’s question he straightened his back.
“Time of death,” he inhaled, his hands now uncovering the wristwatch, “2:41 am,” he exhaled.
__________
Doyoung felt it inside his hands, under the skin.
It was uncomfortable.
He looked at his left palm and wished it trembled.
"A surgeon," the announcement came in the form of a hard pat on the shoulders.
Doyoung blinked surprised and put his glasses back up on the nose.
"Great hands," the professor shook them with vigour, his eyes wide open and intense. "Steady," the old man continued his litany of compliments.
Doyoung let him wiggle his arms for a few more seconds before sighing as another student grabbed the professor's attention.
The young boy looked down at his hands as well after the man turned his back.
His eyes scanned every line in his palms as if seeing them for the first time.
"Those hands will do big things in the future" and Doyoung now, shoulders heavy, moist fringe patted on his forehead in the humidity of the terrace, felt like cutting his hands off.
Yes. Big things.
Like playing with life and death.
Didn't you just kill a man? he asked his hands, lower lip trembling instead of his steady fingers. Huh? and you're fine?
Doyoung tightened his fists with disgust and punched the air while letting them fall with force to his sides.
The rain intensified and he stepped in the front further until feeling the cold and heavy drops hit his face. Their sound was chaotic and it calmed Doyoung's heart.
Again.
I can do it again. I've done it before.
I do it again.
I can get over it.
He opened up his hands under the rain until he started to not feel his fingertips anymore.
Then he walked back inside the hospital.
__________
When you had to deal with the first dying patient, you were paralyzed.
It was very early in the morning. Your head was still full of the dreams you had just a while ago. Your heart was full of life and excitement for finally being able to work in the field.
"Get your shit together."
That voice startled you.
Doctor Kim, the most ruthless and cold person you've ever met, was your supervisor as an intern.
You looked up at him and caught his dark eyes on that spectrally pale face.
You just moved. You had no idea what you were doing. Terrified, you let your body work automatically.
Doctor Kim was calm and efficient while your whole mind felt out of place.
Oh, God. Oh God, please.
And when his voice finally reached your ears as if from far away you sunk down on your knees.
"Good job everyone."
The kindest thing he has ever said to his interns.
The other vaguely kind thing was his introductory discourse.
"I know that interning at the ER is dreadful, but that's life."
He was staring you all down, a short line of fresh out of med school trembling kids, no one having the courage to meet his eyes.
"You have to be ready to see all sorts of things here. Okay, let's go."
And that was it.
The encouragement of his introductory discourse.
You'll feel like shit here, welcome.
You hated him and you swore to yourself that you won’t behave the same.
Ever.
He was like a souless machine, walking around and tending to his duties. Lost in thoughts as your eyes scanned his figure walking busily around the hospital, you actually wondered if he had feelings at all.
The first time you saw Doctor Kim actually show some type of sentiment, was when he exited the surgery room one day.
You were walking around with the others and checking on the patients when he walked through the corridor like a storm. It was unclear what type of feeling that was but it made you unable to stop staring at his side of the face and back as he entered his office.
The anaesthetist came out soon after, slowly and sighing deeply.
And then you understood.
You've lived many of those days afterwards until you had to welcome your own row of interns.
You smiled and did a nice short welcoming discourse.
And at that moment you, unfortunately, got what Doctor Kim meant when he was brusque with you in the beginning.
It took you all three years of residency to finally get it: there were no actual right words to tell the students and there was no point in giving fake hope that everything is going to be alright.
Still, there was no point in being a rude ass like him. So you at least smiled kindly and encouraged your students.
God knew they needed it even more now.
You've never spoken much to Doctor Kim besides what was needed or the routine good morning sir and the short morning he would answer with.
So it was strange that on the first day of your career as a real surgeon, after your hands and those of Doctor Kim near each other worked, barely moving, his muffled voice ordering the tools, your muffled voice doing the same, you hugged him.
You hugged him that day for no reason besides the overwhelming feeling of being alive.
Doctor Kim, after every surgery, good or bad, would always walk out on the terrace.
You followed him that night and stopped behind his frame. You had to talk to someone about what just happened and he was the only one who might understand.
He was facing the city lights and the wind breeze ruffled his hair. He didn’t care to push it off his forehead.
"You did well today," he said quietly without looking at you.
Oh, you blinked fast.
Your first surgery was a success but your heart was beating so fast that you couldn't understand your feelings.
Were you happy? Were you about to cry? Did you want to scream and jump? What did you want?
But Doyoung just complimented you.
So again, you let your body work automatically and you looked at yourself, as if going through depersonalization, timid feet filling the space between you and Doctor Kim, your hands touching his waist and going around it until meeting each other on his stomach. You placed your head on his shoulders and closed your eyes.
"I was so scared," you whispered.
Doctor Kim's body was stiff, no reaction from his posture, no words coming from his mouth.
Was he shocked? Was he wondering what the hell were you doing? Was he about to tell you to get your shit together again like that first time three years prior?
But he didn’t do any of these things.
He sighed once and you imagined him closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of your body.
Even if for a moment. Even if it was all in your head and he actually hated it.
Then he took a step forward and you had to let him go.
And when he turned around and placed one palm on your shoulder without looking at you in the face, you remained alone on the terrace, breathing the cold air deeply and longing for his hands to hold you a little longer.
__________
Doyoung didn't speak to you again after that night.
Nor did he look at you once.
While you found yourself staring at his nape every time he walked around. Or turning your head as if following the trail he left behind.
You couldn’t wear perfume in the hospital but it was as if Doyoung did because he’d pull your senses towards him by something invisible.
As if that first touch you shared connected you to him in obscure ways.
“Here’s the coffee that you asked for, sir.” You entered his office after his dry “come in”.
His expression was priceless and for a moment you felt the urge to look behind you and see if there were a ghost scaring him.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Bringing you the coffee?”
“I asked a student to do it, not you. You’re a surgeon.”
Your lips were dangerously trying to form a smile while you placed the coffee on his desk.
“Why does it matter? I am free while those students are busy learning how to be doctors.”
“You think that just because you hugged me once when you were emotionally unstable, now we’re friends?”
That question was so sudden and cold to make you snap your head upwards.
His eyes were darker than usual and you almost gulped.
“No, sir.”
Your voice came out as a tiny exhale and if he felt sorry for his sudden and out of place tone, you couldn't see it on his face at all.
"I was just being friendly as all colleagues would," you added a new note to your own tone, trying to perhaps make him feel guilty.
"You can give me up."
His reply shut you up and you furrowed your eyebrows. “What?”
"I'm saying," he spoke slowly, "that I don't want to be friendly with you. Now, please leave."
________
"I'm going to fucking kill him!" you threw your head back to drink your espresso shot as if it was alcohol and slammed the paper cup back on the counter.
Jaemin sighed pouring sugar into his coffee.
"Why did you even try? He's a jerk."
The man sipped on his drink slowly, the warmth of it misting his glasses.
“I just-” you huffed, crossing your arms on your chest. “We’re colleagues. It made sense for him to be a piece of shit with us when we were interns but now? ‘I don’t want to be friendly with you’” you mocked his deep voice. “Who the fuck does he think he is? I swear I’ll accidentally stab him with a knife!”
“Hm. Do you like him?” Jaemin asked with an unimpressed tone.
You almost grabbed the coffee from Jaemin’s hands and threw it in his face.
“Are you insane? What does that mean? Why would I like him? Kim Doyoung? Me-” you pressed your index on your chest, “liking that asshole? I hate his guts! I can’t believe you said something like this! What’s to like about him?”
Jaemin felt his fringe move around his forehead at your intense voice as if it were wind.
“No need to get so worked up about it. You’re just talking so often about him lately. Also, he’s objectively good looking. He’s also smart. I understand.”
“He’s the ugliest man I’ve ever laid my eyes on! And he’s an idiot! And I don’t talk about him! I have no idea what you’re all about.”
Jaemin rolled his eyes and finished the drink.
“Talking of ugly. What’s that shirt you’re wearing?” you asked.
The man’s head snapped down to look at it. “What’s wrong with it?”
You chuckled once. “Where did you buy it?”
“It’s a normal Polo.”
You laughed even harder. “A Polo you say? And what’s that? A knock off Holo?”
“What’s Holo?”
Jaemin’s face was genuinely confused and it amused you even more.
“Are you getting enough sleep? You’ve been acting weird lately.”
“Or,” he relaxed his expression, lifting one index up, “I come from an alternate universe.”
You chuckled once and hit his shoulder lightly as a greeting, liking his new joking side. “See you later then, alternate universe Jaemin.”
__________
Doyoung wanted to hit his head on the desk.
Your expression, hurt and shocked because of his stupid remarks made his heart tingle in a very uncomfortable way.
One thing was being severe and one thing was being rude for no reason at all.
But the thing is that you were everywhere and he hated it.
Doyoung hated that you were trying to get under his skin.
Like a scent. Like some kind of drug.
He’d scrub his hands and forearms even harder before going inside the surgery room as if with the water and soap he could get rid of the feeling of your arms around his torso under the rain too.
What were you even thinking? Asking for reassurance? From him? Reassurance from the most hated man in the whole hospital? What did you even expect?
Why would you even try?
What a reckless person.
He noticed it the first time he saw you as well.
Eyes wide with curiosity and surprise, looking around the ER like it was the best place in the world. Doyoung hated your happiness but he also hated the fact that he would have to assist that light slowly die out with time.
Or at least he thought that would happen.
Days after days, months after months, he paid attention like a scientist looking at his object of study, taking mental notes and registering results. Doyoung would jolt with secret joy when his theories would reveal themselves to be true but then, like a rollercoaster, he’d feel weighed down with grief seeing you in the same state as his one.
Until he didn’t know what to desire to see anymore.
Until one day he lifted his eyes, head full of a soliloquy towards you. “How are you today? Tell me you got better. Tell me you still have your light because no one needs too many black holes in here.”
Until he realized that he couldn’t remember anything about his life before you.
And when you hugged him that day, he felt proud. For your success and your light.
You were a star and he bathed into that warmth for a little before remembering he was still a black hole and black holes attract stars until engulfing them whole with no turning back.
_________
“Why are you always around?” he blinked annoyed.
You straightened your gown that shifted after bumping into him and sighed loudly.
“In case you forgot, I work here.”
Doyoung sighed.
“This is the farthest yard from where you’re always playing with your friends.”
“I had business coming here.”
“What business?”
“That’s my business.”
Doyoung’s corner of the mouth twitched.
“It’s our business.”
“Are you a communist?” you placed your hands on your hips, tilting your head to the side.
“I’m your superior. What are you doing here?”
A few nurses whispered passing you by and you cleared your throat, trying to relax your face muscles. Doyoung rolled his eyes once upon seeing your new fake cordial expression.
“Apparently I’m doing such a good job that Mr Jung wanted to compliment me,” you raised your chin.
“Mr Jung?”
“Yes.”
His nostrils widened as if he had too much air to inhale and didn’t have time to get it little by little.
“He doesn’t just summon people to compliment them. Stay away from him.”
You scoffed incredulously at his innuendo.
“Are you hearing yourself?”
“Very well. Get back to work now.”
“Are you perhaps jealous?” the words slipped from your mouth before you could stop yourself.
But Doyoung, to your biggest surprise, smirked a little, lifting his eyebrows once.
“And if I were?” he asked, then walked around you, leaving you still for long moments in the corner of the corridor before being able to walk again.
_________
“And then he said, “and if I were?”
Jaemin gulped his food and chuckled. “I can’t imagine that.”
“I know right? Was he crazy?” you asked with your mouth full, swinging your knife.
“Maybe the director does have eyes on you. And-” he leaned in mischievously, avoiding your cutlery, “that’s why he acts as if he hates you. Because he has feelings for you.”
You chuckled nervously.
“He hates you too!”
“He doesn’t even know I exist,” Jaemin shrugged.
“Hey, Jaemin.”
“Like once I asked him something and he thought I was a patient and when I said that I’m actually-”
“Jaemin! I’m pretty sure I’ve just seen someone looking like you pass that door just now.”
The young man turned around quickly, right in time to see himself exit the food hall.
“Damn,” he laughed for a few moments. “Someone else copied my hairstyle. I guess I’m not that unnoticeable as I thought.”
You opened your mouth to comment on that since you were pretty sure it wasn’t only the hairstyle that the man copied when Doyoung approached your table like a storm scaring the shit out of you.
“What is it now?” he asked, eyes piercing through you.
You let out a long “uhhh” before talking, staring him up and down.
“Are you talking to me?”
Doyoung scoffed then sighed. “A doctor told me you were urgently looking for me.”
You furrowed your eyebrows. “Who?”
“Do I look like someone who knows people’s names?”
Jaemin shook his head.
“Well, I don’t need you,” you let him know.
Doyoung sighed again and the long look you exchanged made Jaemin awkwardly chuckle once.
“You can sit down with us for lunch, sir,” he offered and you inhaled sharply, kicking his leg under the table.
Doyoung looked firstly at you then at Jaemin then at you again as if not believing he was actually talking to people like you.
But the tray in his hands was getting heavy and there were no other empty tables.
He walked around Jaemin and sat down near him.
Then he rolled his sleeves and started to eat in silence.
But only for a moment.
“What?” he asked as you were both staring at him with hanging open mouths.
“It’s our first time seeing you eat,” you whispered.
Doyoung gulped the food. “I’m putting on a show for you guys. I’m a vampire that doesn’t need food.”
“See!” you hit Jaemin’s hand as if catching his attention. “He’s making jokes!”
Jaemin leaned back in his chair as if a little afraid.
“So you talk about me instead of working,” Doyoung commented.
His eyes were on you and you suddenly realized what you’ve just said.
“No,” you quickly grabbed your glass and sipped the water.
Doyoung looked at Jaemin and the young man secretly nodded a little.
And for the first time in years, you saw Doyoung smile.
Like a full-on smile. A big open smile with all the teeth out.
You blinked fast and before realizing your own lips were stretched in a smile too.
He was breathtaking.
You wanted to run away but also crash into him. You were at the top of the world and down in the dumps.
__________
The grunt you let out after hitting a hard surface resonated in the whole hallway.
For the second time.
"You are always where you shouldn't be."
You lifted your pained eyes while massaging your shoulder just to see Doyoung do the same.
"Where am I and where am I supposed to be then?" you asked.
"Around me and you should be far away from me."
"And if I say that I'm doing it on purpose?"
Doyoung's pupils trembled.
"To make you mad," you explained, the little smile creeping on your lips making him tighten his.
“You’re trying to make me mad?”
In your head, all of the conversations you would have with Doyoung sounded fun and risky in a good way.
In reality, you realized, it was so overwhelming that you felt your limbs shake.
“I’m joking, sir.” His intense eyes made you look over the windows.
“You don’t like to look at me in the eyes?” his voice was mellifluous just as his movements, getting slowly closer to you.
“Your eyes make me uneasy,” you replied honestly.
Doyoung tilted his head to the side, curious, inviting you to say more. You looked at him again.
“As if they don’t know fear,” your voice was tiny.
A little smile curved the man’s lips. “Oh, but they know what fear is.”
“And what is that?”
“What you’re feeling right now.”
"I am not afraid," you whispered.
"Then why are you stepping back?"
“I am not stepping back.”
Yet the air got softly knocked out of your lungs as you felt the wall on your shoulder blades.
Doyoung didn't reply and just got as close as to lightly brush your lower lip with his knuckle.
"You're cute when you pout," he whispered, eyes smiley under the strands fallen from his styled fringe.
You opened your mouth to talk but he walked away, leaving you alone and with an abnormally beating heart.
Again.
__________
If Doyoung’s newly humorous side was something interesting to share with Jaemin, his newly flirtatious side was something you felt the need to keep a secret.
Heated up, you walked the corridors like a storm.
Kim Doyoung?
Did your body really react that way towards Kim Doyoung?
Pulse throbbing in places you didn’t want to think of?
Because of Kim Doyoung?
Face buried in your wet hands, the cold water running in the sink, you imagined telling this to your younger self.
Then you lifted your head and turned it off, raising your gaze to look at your dilated pupils in the bathroom mirror.
_________
Doyoung didn’t care about people much.
Hours upon hours of surgery, he only needed to see his colleagues’ hands and hear their breaths while desperately trying to save yet another life. How they looked without the caps and masks was not something of interest to him, especially knowing superfluous details like their names.
Yet, when he briefly noticed the eyes of the second surgeon entering the room, Doyoung furrowed his eyebrows.
Those were not your eyes and those were definitely not your hands in the latex gloves.
And for the first time, he needed to know who that person was.
“I’m Lee,” the man whispered.
“I didn’t know you were on schedule today.”
“Yeah, heard about it last minute as well.”
Were you avoiding him?
If Doyoung’s body could show tremor, he’d had trembling legs under the desk he sat at after the surgery, and if he’d had the habit to bite his nails, he’d be ferociously eating them by now.
Unfortunately, he was stoically sitting in his office, elbows pressed into the hard iron surface, veins missing adrenaline but aggravated eyes.
Walking the corridors while people took a step back to make him pass, looking away when he’d look at them and whispering angrily behind his back, was a bliss.
The protection shielded Doyoung like a fuzzy blanket even if it sometimes felt itchy at night when he found himself the most lonely.
So when you did the same, passing him by as if hating him, he surprised himself at the sudden discomfort. Especially after
well,
after that.
He wasn’t sure himself what it was but it must have been something if it made you uncomfortable enough to not show up to a surgery.
He lifted the corner of his blanket for a moment and he fucked up.
__________
“Y/N.”
You stopped in place.
And so did most people around you.
Many found Doyoung scary but also interesting to observe when his spite wasn’t directed at them.
What did she do? you could almost hear the whispery words passing from ear to ear, amused voices, grateful for not being in your place.
“See me in my office,” Doyoung ordered after you slowly turned around.
His voice was low and no one could have heard it if the whole yard didn’t just collectively hold its breath.
“Yes, sir.”
“You all are surely not working enough if you have time to be useless,” his voice sounded louder and clean all of a sudden. “Do you want some hours assigned?”
Like a spell, everyone looked around and the buzz filled your ears back, leaving yourself and Doyoung the only still figures.
Then he moved as well, the swoosh of his cloak touching your hand when he passed near you.
You inhaled deeply and followed him.
_________
“I am sorry.”
You wished you’d accepted his offer to sit down because that single sentence floored you.
“For what?” you asked with a tiny voice.
“I know I often say things that I don’t mean. And I know that I might have made you feel uncomfortable. So I apologize.”
His eyes were round and filled to the brim with such sincerity to make you swallow hard.
“You don’t have to apologize. It was necessary to make me who I am,” you minimized.
Doyoung looked away for a brief moment. “I mean the corridor incident.”
You blinked at him.
“I made a mistake,” he added.
The first thing that came to mind was the urge to use that to your advantage.
Scold him. Make him feel guilty.
Kim Doyoung making a mistake.
Exhilarating.
The power suddenly surging in your veins went to your head so you suppressed the smile that so desperately wanted to bloom on your lips.
“Yes.”
His expression darkened even more at your reply and his adam apple moved as he swallowed. He actually hoped it wasn’t the case.
“I’ll make sure to keep the surgery schedules separated so you won’t feel uncomfortable working with me. You could have asked me first though before changing it yourself.”
The excitement died out with these words.
“What are you talking about?”
“Thursday’s surgery.”
“I was told you appointed another person yourself.”
“I did not.”
“Well, I didn’t either.”
“So-”
“It’s not like I’m trying to avoid you, no. But if you-”
“I’m not trying to avoid you either. But you said I made you uncomfortable, so-”
“I was messing with you.”
He finally went silent.
“You looked so guilty that I wanted to get a little revenge,” your voice came out a timid whisper.
Doyoung sighed, closing his eyes a little, then he stood up.
“Did I seriously cause you that much pain all of this time?” he walked towards you as if actually concerned.
“You made me cry almost every day.”
He opened his mouth like a fish before closing it. The shocking confession made him lift one hand to cup your face.
You both looked at it with fluttering eyes as if it wasn’t his.
He tried to put it away quickly but you pressed your palm on it to keep it in place.
“I’m joking. I only cried a few times.”
Doyoung’s pupils danced around just like his brain trying to process the information you were giving him. His face, confused and not knowing anymore what was a joke and what wasn’t, amused you a lot.
“I’m sorry I’ve been harsh. I’ve been-”
“A jerk.”
He gulped, his thumb slowly brushing your cheekbone.
That little gesture made you close your eyes for a moment. And when you opened them, you just leaned in and placed a quick and chaste kiss on his closed lips.
“If the corridor thing was a mistake for you, I just did one too. Don’t be too hard on yourself. We can pretend nothing of this happened."
You let his hand go and moved to take a step back just to feel his hold on your face tighten.
Pulling you towards him again, he added the second hand.
His lips were not closed anymore, but very much open to welcome your lower lip between them.
Your hands flew to his hair and pulled him towards you too. He hummed and you whined. And when you both needed air, you let yourselves go, panting against each other’s lips.
A little smile curved your lips, eyes unable to look up. Fingers on his neck, you let them slowly descend to his chest and you took a step back.
You took your lower lip inside your mouth for a moment, as if still trying to taste him and walked a few steps back.
Doyoung followed you, unable to let your body go until you touched the door. His eyes were blown out and he kissed the corner of your mouth again, and again, and again, until kissing you fully on the lips for the second time. Hands on the glass behind your head, you heard his nails grating at it slowly as you let your tongue twirl with his. Then you breathed out and he couldn’t do anything else than just moving his arms away for you to slowly open the door and leave in silence.
After the door closed, Doyoung pressed his forehead on the cold window.
“Fuck,” he whispered to himself, the fuzzy blanket he carefully wrapped himself with all of those years slowly slipping away to his feet.
__________
It didn't surprise you to see Doyoung pretend nothing happened between you as you passed each other in the corridors.
But his avoidance felt weirder than usual, even to external eyes, as if something happened indeed and he tried so hard to conceal it.
"Perhaps it's the 5th coffee talking right now, but doesn't Doyoung look weird?"
Jaemin asked lazily as he rested his body on one elbow placed on the little resting room counter. Said man passed in front of the open door and the furtive look he took of you was interesting enough for someone bored like Jaemin to notice.
You shrugged, quickly stirring the sugar in your own coffee.
"Hm?" your friend smiled at your silence, getting closer.
You sipped the drink.
"Hmmm?" Jaemin put his face into yours.
"Oh my God, get away," you tried to push him away.
"You had sex."
You spat the little coffee you still had on your mouth. Jaemin giggled and took a step back before it could land on his own.
"We did not have sex! What's wrong with you?"
"Okay. So you at least kissed," he looked up to you under his wiggly eyebrows as he handed you a few napkins.
"We-," you wanted to deny but your lips formed a frustrated smile instead. "Shit. I can't believe it either."
"Wow."
"He was- so delicate," you murmured.
Jaemin winced amused.
"But also intense you know? Like it felt-"
"Okay wait. I didn't ask for a full-on description," he made a puking expression at you.
You lightly hit his arm.
"I was just so surprised. I've never seen this side of him."
"Him liking people?" Jaemin giggled. “Yeah. That’s weird.”
__________
"So it's done. We're done. Let’s get the fuck out of here. Seeing myself around is creeping me out."
Haechan sighed, rolling around in his chair. "Not so quickly. They only kissed."
Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows.
"They have to confess," Jeno explained with a sleepy voice, sprawled on his own chair.
"But they love each other."
"They have to say the words."
Jaemin put his hands on the hips. "That's so stupid."
“Tell this to Doyoung. This is what he wrote in the contract,” Haechan mumbled amused, patting his chest where the Book was snuggly packed near his heart.
Jaemin grabbed another chair and sat backwards on it, resting his chin on the folded arms.
“So you know the job is done when they confess? What if they break up afterwards?”
“It has never happened before.”
“And what if it does happen?”
Jeno opened one eye. “Don’t manifest doom.”
“I’d probably have to come back and get them together again,” Haechan replied.
“I still don’t know why you’re doing this. Can’t you just recede from that contract?”
Haechan sat up properly and grabbed his water bottle. “And do what? Go back to the pits of hell?”
His eyes twinkled with mischief.
“I’ve never had this much fun in a very long time.”
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He brought it upon himself, he could admit that.
Ignoring you was more difficult than he anticipated and the first reaction he managed to put out when you talked back to him in front of all of the other surgeons was his usual skin cutting one.
You didn’t like it, he could see it.
You’ve never liked it and, honestly, Doyoung could not think of a single person that enjoyed being on the other side of his table.
Perhaps you were getting a little comfortable with him though because you leaned back in your chair and smiled. As if for once he couldn’t get to you.
It made him even more eager to scratch that nonchalance.
So he did.
Until the meeting was over and he got back to his office with a weird sensation on his shoulders. It somehow tasted like defeat.
And when you opened his door with a loud bang and got in, he inhaled and took a few steps back, imitating the steps you took forward.
You pushed him down on the chair, your gazes mixed together just like your breaths as you leaned down.
Only the sheer anticipation of you touching him made him lose his mind a little.
One hand on his thigh and the other going down from his lips to his extended neck and chest, dragging your nail on his shirt until reaching his stomach and belt.
Then you hit one of his feet to the side with yours, making him open his legs even wider.
He jolted and you could visibly see the way his breath stopped for a moment.
"I don't think someone else tried to put you in your place before."
Your voice was dark and his eyelids fluttered before his pupils could fall on the way your palm brushed his crotch. It twitched under his dress pants and he inhaled deeply.
"Unfortunately, it has to be me."
"We're at work-," he tried to speak but the words died in his throat as you cupped his balls.
"Sorry? Didn't hear that."
"Shit Y/N-," Doyoung closed his eyes, jaw muscles tightening as you gently massaged him.
"Hmm, Doctor Kim is at a loss of words?"
You cooed, leaning down even more until almost brushing his lips with yours.
"So cold and composed while you spit venom all day. I really want to see you lose your mind for once."
He opened his eyes right when he started to pant lightly and you gulped upon seeing his dark gaze.
"You'll regret this."
"Can't wait to feel regretful."
"Be careful."
"Don't want to."
His smile grew suddenly wicked and it threw you off as he suddenly stood up, grabbing your wrists and pushing you gently backwards.
"You’ve been loving fighting with me lately. I think that you just need to get laid."
You smiled. "Do you want to help me with that?"
Doyoung scoffed once. "I can't stand you."
"Then sit down."
He put his tongue inside the cheek, staring at your raised chin.
Then his hands suddenly crept around you and grabbed your ass. They squeezed, pulling your hips towards his, making you pant and palm his chest in the meantime. Body pressing on his and his low voice buzzing into your ear made you light headed.
"Arguing with you turns me on so fucking much."
You gulped and noticed the way Doyoung’s eyes fell on your open mouth.
“This is a very pretty shade of lipstick. Makes me want to ruin it.”
His thumb opened up your shocked lips even more by tugging at the lower one, your eyes getting hazy from his expression cutting you in half.
“Suck.”
The order made your legs buckle a little. Your pupils trembled when you slowly let your tongue touch his fingertip. Doyoung got impatient and pushed it until it was all in. You fought the urge to gag and just whimpered, grabbing his shirt into your fists as he watched you hollow your cheeks on it.
“I’ve always wanted to make a mess out of you,” he murmured, his other hand cupping your face and feeling your jaw, going down to your neck and wrapping it into its warmth. You raised your face to give him more space and your hooded eyes trying to look at him as he pressed around your throat made him smirk.
“You like that?” he watched your squirming body trying to get closer to him. He took a step back and rested his hips on his desk, pulling at you until you felt his thigh between your legs.
“What a slut,” he took out his thumb and spread the saliva on it on your lips. “Bet you wanted to suck me off under the desk, didn’t you? Fuck your superior?”
You started to breathe through your mouth, the hand wrapped around your throat making it difficult for you to form any thoughts.
“Or you wanted me to bend you over it?” he murmured, eyes glazing over your breast, his free hand painting one line from your collarbones to the cleavage of it. And when he suddenly squeezed one, feeling its softness in his palm, you almost cried out and dug your fingers into his shoulders.
“Yes, sir.”
Doyoung’s corner of the lips lifted as if curiously surprised.
“And if I don’t do any of those things?” his eyes were on your face now and it made you want to hide away or just beg him to just please do all of those things.
“What are you going to do?” he asked again.
The pool of wetness inside your panties was so embarrassing that you pressed your forehead on his shoulder.
"Then just let me go," you whispered in a tiny voice.
"You're free to g-" he caressed your jaw with one thumb.
"No. I hate it," you went on, lifting your gaze on him, and he exchanged the look, slightly taken aback.
"I dream about you every night. It's not about sex, it has never been just about it. Everything about you makes me go crazy. I hate it and I want you to just let me go.”
Doyoung blinked and cupped your face with both hands.
You just breathed out, ignoring the little voice screaming inside your mind to shut up, palming the back of his hands with yours, suddenly unable to raise your eyes on him.
"I just can't understand and I hate being like this," you added after a quick gulp.
The man opened his lips and you noticed the way you started to breathe in unison.
"There's something so darkly attractive about you," the tiny sigh coming out of your lips made their way on Doyoung ones and he licked them once, his own breath warm on your skin.
"No matter how much I try to know you, there's something that escapes me. I can't pinpoint you and it keeps me up at night."
Doyoung gulped and his hands twitched as they palmed your arms, going down to your hips and pushing you down, gently.
You gasped silently, your core so swollen that the feeling of the friction of your bodies as you rubbed on him could have been enough to make you orgasm.
"Sir-," you found the force to talk but he took his tongue out and you just dove in, catching it inside your mouth and sucking on it the way you sucked on his finger. Your eagerness made his hold even tighter, guiding your body rolls, loving the way you squirmed in his arms.
When you pulled away to whine he raised one hand to bury in your hair.
"You haunt me too," he confessed. "Sometimes I feel so pulled towards you to make me question everything I know about myself."
Your eyes fluttered and your exposed throat looked so vulnerable in Doyoung's eyes to make him lean in and bite on it.
The little moans escaping your lips caressed his ears and when he licked the spots you shivered, your hips not stopping for a second.
It was intoxicating and you didn't dare to speak again but your thoughts were seeping through all of your pores.
"I want you to tell me what you want me to do," you whispered, words broken.
"Don't cum," Doyoung ordered and it snapped something in you.
Your breath grew irregular and he chuckled.
With a little groan, you forced your hips to still but he looked down and clicked his tongue, pushing his thigh upwards and making you bounce on it a few times.
"Don't stop."
"But you said-"
"Don't cum and don't stop."
"I can't last," you mewled, twitching against his body and he pouted.
"Baby girl can't keep that in?"
You shook your head, feeling all dizzy as his hands squeezed your asscheeks, making you rub against his leg again.
"But I said what I said. Are you going to be a bad girl?" he accompanied his last word with a harsh slap on your ass that made you inhale through your teeth.
"Sir- I am begging you."
His hand dropped under your skirt that moved to your thighs in a single movement, the coldness of it on your hot clit making you cry out.
He hummed amused, slowly pressing into you and circling your sensitive bud until your legs started to twitch.
"If you want to cum," he stopped, "you'll have to do whatever I say. Is this an agreement?"
You nodded quickly, so close to orgasm that you started to ride his fingers by yourself.
He retrieved his hand and pressed it on your stomach, making you step back until you barely could keep your balance.
"You know where I live, right?"
You nodded confused.
"See you later then," he smirked and gestured to leave the office.
You inhaled deeply, the arousal so high that you considered just finger fucking yourself in front of him.
"Cruel," you whispered.
"And you love it," was his amused reply.
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Timid feet in front of Doyoung's entrance door, you questioned if you actually lost your mind.
Were you really willing to go this far for a single orgasm?
Or multiple, you considered.
Okay. Well, perhaps it was all worth it in the end.
Your eyes darted upwards to take in the view of his house.
The windows were lit on the first floor and it looked like a place you'd love to spend your life in. It was too huge for a single person anyway.
When he opened the door after the ring announcing your arrival you didn't expect to see him in casual clothing. It looked so off that for a moment you couldn't speak, eyeing his feet in warm socks instead of rubber shoes.
Then you hit yourself in your mind. Of course, he won't wear his doctor gown at home.
"Good evening," you finally smiled and he eyed your body with a relaxed gaze, stopping when noticing the bottle of wine you carried in your hands.
“Good evening,” he gestured to you to come in and you walked the distance from the doorstep to the hallway. His hands draped your shoulders and you sighed when he took your wet coat away.
You put in a lot of effort in your appearance, choosing the right clothing and accessories.
And he put a lot of effort into arranging his house for you, lighting up the right candles, you noticed after he indicated a room to the left.
Yet all you wanted to see was him.
And all he wanted was to see was you naked.
Venturing in slowly, you turned around looking at what you figured out was the living room. With the corner of your eyes, you saw the grey of Doyoung’s sweatpants disappear upstairs and it suddenly got silent, safe for the crackle coming from the chimney and the hard rain hitting the windows. You took off your shoes and cautiously walked on the dark wine-coloured rug, close enough to warm yourself. A black glassy mirror was hung on the wall in front of you showcasing the pitiful state you were in because of the storm. Then you looked at the piles of books scattered around your feet placed down in a chaotic path leading to the velvet couches behind you as if someone read them while circling the room and suddenly let them fall on the ground when bored. You followed the spines with your gaze trying to figure out the language they were written in when two feet made their appearance in your peripheral vision, making you snap your head up.
He approached you with a little smile, getting closer and closer like a black cat.
New thick energy made it difficult for you to breathe too deeply so you resorted to short inhales and exhales especially after he stopped so close to you.
Doyoung's hands wrapped yours as he took the wine away and placed it on the coffee table on his left. Then he sighed and you found yourself shivering under his gaze.
"Take this off," he lightly felt your shirt's material with his fingertips.
What? You inhaled, mind buzzing at how easy it was this time. No dinner and fancy courtship?
He did look like someone that'd rather take you into seclusion and have you for himself as quickly as possible though.
With slightly trembling fingers that you'd never get in the surgery room, you started to unbutton your top. Doyoung tilted his head to the side with a little smirk as if enjoying the show.
And when you actually found yourself with only your bra on he smiled, even more, eyes grazing your skin slowly until you felt a heatwave shake your limbs.
“This too.”
He slowly touched the bra fabric and you gulped.
“Take it off yourself.”
Doyoung chuckled once and went around your torso, unclasping it with quick and expert fingers.
You jolted and you felt your eyelids flutter as it slowly fell down your arms.
Doyoung grabbed the front part of it and dragged it down to the floor, adding it to the weird maze of books making the eccentric design of his living room.
His eyes caressed your perked nipples and you tried hard to resist the urge to cover yourself.
“Pants,” he ordered and his voice was deeper than usual.
You wavered a moment and he lifted his eyebrows once. Do it.
You inhaled and slowly opened the zip.
He bit his lower lip when you bent down to discard the piece of clothing and when you straightened your back he hummed.
“Wear this,” he gently threw a piece of fabric towards you which you caught quickly. It was soft and it smelled like him.
He looked at it, then slowly raised his eyes to meet yours, not moving a single muscle.
You inhaled in again, trying to calm your nerves, desperately wanting to ignore the way he was dressed himself. A white and see-through shirt with the deepest neck you’ve ever seen, barely covering any of his chest. You barely could see his sweatpants as well, but his bare ankles were fully on display, just like his forearms that you could catch glimpses of as he absentmindedly revived the locks blocking his pupils with one hand.
A raw playfulness made his features even scarier in the dim lighting.
“I want you wet. But not from the rain,” he explained, eyeing your confusion.
“You could have just told me to change into it and end it there,” you mumbled, buttoning the shirt up. It was deep blue and oversized, short on your thighs but hiding whatever you had to hide.
“Why? Did you hate that I made you undress in front of me?”
“It was embarrassing to stand naked like that.”
You wanted to sound offended but the pout your lips formed on its own betrayed your secret amusement.
“Nothing that I won’t see up close soon.”
His voice was a whisper that forced you to look away. You wanted to reply but he turned around walking towards the kitchen.
"Besides, I made some spicy sauce. You don't want to spill it on your nice clothes."
“Who said I was going to spill food on myself? I have steady hands.”
You walked over him, taking the plates from his hold and placing them down on the dining table yourself.
You wanted to look unbothered by him just like he looked unbothered by you, but the truth was that you just had to do something to not feel that overwhelmed.
“You don’t,” he argued following you near the table.
You scoffed lifting your head to look at him. “Excuse you? I’m a surgeon.”
“Your hands don’t look like the hands of a surgeon when you’re around me.”
You scoffed.
“I think that the biggest thing in the world is your ego.”
“You haven't seen my-”
“Don’t say it.”
He closed his mouth as the little smile he had on kept lingering on his lips.
Domestic and flirty. It was getting to your head and you hadn’t had the opportunity to sip a single drop of alcohol yet.
As if reading your mind, he grabbed the bottle of wine you brought and fumbled slowly with the cap.
"That's my favourite shirt. And I want to fuck you in it."
The shivers that travelled down your spine almost made your body twitch and your hands stopped in mid-air as you were placing the cutlery.
He smiled at you when you looked at his expression.
His lips. His eyes and cheekbones. His skin under the lights.
Fuck. You really needed a drink.
And after he popped the bottle open with a loud sound that disrupted the silence, the red wine erupted out of it, dripping off his hand up to the wrist you had your drink right off his fingers.
Doyoung’s pupils trembled as you leaned in like a cat and his lips opened to breathe better seeing you lick the drops off his fingertips. Rested with his hips on the table, it creaked when you came forward, even more, hands pressed on his open thighs and reaching for his face. You finally caught his lips in yours and you let him taste the wine on your tongue.
It was rich and slightly sour, then it became sweet as only Doyoung’s taste remained lingering on his lips.
“Delicious,” he commented after the slow kiss. “You have good taste in wine.”
“And men.”
His expression was hidden under his long fringe but you could sense that he was smirking.
Then he raised his head a bit and had a gulp out of the bottle himself.
You had the first row to the show that his adam apple moving up and down gave you. Then your eyes naturally fell to his collarbones and bare chest, his white shirt barely covering anything.
Your fingers gently darted to his skin and you palmed it, then to his prominent collar bones, feeling the warmth of his chain around his neck.
He hummed, letting his head down to catch your hand with his lips. They kissed your fingertips then he finally dove in and let you taste his tongue again, hands quick to let the bottle go and grab your body instead.
Closer closer closer you needed him more and more.
“I need to feed you dinner first,” he grabbed your wrists as your hands tried to unbutton his shirt.
“If you won’t fuck me, I can find someone else to do it,” you whispered.
His eyes tightened and he exhaled once.
The movement was so quick that your head spun and the spank that arrived at your ass made you jolt on your toes before you could lean down on the table, fingers trying to grip the tablecloth.
“Yeah? I want to see you get fucked by someone else while my name spills out of your filthy mouth.”
His voice was raspy and it made you bite your lower lip, ass eager to push back and to rub against Doyoung's crotch. He hummed at your movements and lifted the shirt up to your waist, palming your skin and looking down at the way your ass cheeks engulfed your pretty lingerie. You strained your neck upwards at the feeling of his fingers slowly caressing your lower back, feeling the lace of your panties, then you whimpered as he grabbed the material and stretched it towards him before letting it go.
"You want this little hole all filled up, don't you?" he murmured, hand sliding between your thighs to rub on the soft and thin fabric. Your legs shifted in place at the sensation and you arched your back for more. The little 'Doyoung' making him exhale.
"And I thought you'd keep calling me sir."
You tried to turn your head towards him, wondering if his suddenly absent hand meant that he wanted you to actually call him that.
But then you saw that hand around you, reaching for the bucket of ice prepared for the wine on the table in front of you. And at that moment you realized that it was for you instead - his drink for the night.
The ice cube wetted his fingers when he took it out and he first placed it on your open lips. You sucked on it for a moment, the warmth of your skin already melting it, strands of water slowly descending on your chin and inside your cleavage.
"Say 'blue' and I'll stop," his voice was deep near your ear.
You nodded breathlessly and you shivered feeling his hand hover over your back.
And when you first felt it on your spine, your fingers independently grabbed the edge of the table. Then it went down and down, forcing goosebumps out of you.
Doyoung’s palm soothed your skin, warming it up before reaching to the front to grab at your hard nipples poking through the fabric. And when the cube reached your clothed core you mewled, lifting yourself on the tiptoes.
“Shit-shit-,” you curled your neck down, jolting under his touch, wanting more of it and running away at the same time.
Your panties were all wet and you were unsure if for the ice or your own body and when Doyoung took away the cube, giving you a break by gently pressing his own wet fingers between your lips you wished for the fabric to not be there anymore.
“More?” you whined, chest rising and falling at a crazy speed.
Doyoung snickered once, his hands grabbing your sides and turning you around.
Mind hazy, you didn’t have the time to wonder where the ice cube went, the only thought roaming your head being the need to pull him closer to you.
And you did just that, wrapping his waist with your thighs after he lifted you on the table with a thud, making all the cutlery and glasses jingle.
And you clasped your fingers into his hair while his hands roamed your naked body under his shirt.
It was when he pressed his cold, open lips on yours that you finally mewled, feeling the ice cube travel from his tongue to yours.
It got smaller and you sucked on it, giving it back, hearing him hum deeply into the kiss.
Then he broke it suddenly as if unable to control himself from kissing your neck instead, biting and sucking on your skin as hard as he did on the ice cube. You rolled it on your tongue until it became nothing, finally opening your lips to moan, feeling his cold touch on your breasts as his quick fingers unbuttoned the shirt.
The material of your panties grazed your legs at Doyoung’s rough pull. You watched them fly and land on the lamp behind him.
Then you felt his fingers finally rubbing your clit and you inhaled deeply. You were so horny that you were embarrassed to admit that just a few rubs would be able to throw you over the edge.
Doyoung saw it and from his expression, he was enjoying himself maybe too much.
“Come on love, cum for me,” he murmured on your open lips. You whined, nail digging into his shoulders and you shook your head.
“You’ve been begging me for an orgasm and now you want to be a brat about it?”
His hand worked quicker and when he inserted one of his long and slender fingers inside, you actually moaned loudly.
“Sir-” the title slipped from your shaking lips and he chuckled against your cheek, pushing another one and curling them both, pressing into you and trying to find the sweetest spots you had.
“Right here?” he whispered amused.
You start swearing, moulding his biceps under your tight grip, the table and everything on it shaking at the fast pace of Doyoung’s pumping.
And then it was too much and it overflowed.
The gasp you emitted made you fall forwards. Your arms wrapped Doyoung’s body tightly as you came in spasms, legs trying hard to meet each other around his wrist but pressing into his sides instead.
Doyoung let you whine a little bit more, hand slowing down but never stopping, fucking you through your orgasms as long as he could. Then your jaw got grabbed by his other hand and he lifted your face to meet his gaze. His eyes caressed your fucked up expression before kissing your lips.
"Good girl. I know you can give me another one."
You gripped his shoulders for dear life as Doyoung's fingers came back outside to desperately rub at your over-sensitive clit.
“Doyoung-Doyoung-” you writhed in his hold before he could slip away from your arms and fall on his knees.
You’ve gotten head before, but this time, maybe for the overstimulation or your secret feelings for that man, it felt like the first time ever.
Not knowing what to grab to steady yourself as his tongue danced in circles around your engorged clit, you buried your hands in his hair. His hands pressed into the softness of your thighs just as hard and when he raised his gaze up to look at you from underneath his messy fringe, you felt like falling.
And you almost fell when he resorted to quick short licks that drove you insane, making you cum for the second time in such a short time to make you lightheaded.
The single fuck got prolonged as much as the orgasm Doyoung gave you and when he started to kiss your inner thighs, coming up towards you, on your stomach, pressing his wet open lips on your skin until meeting your breasts, you were ready to admit that you were madly in love with him.
His kiss felt as if you were underwater, unable to breathe and understand space. You felt his arms around you and suddenly you felt weightless and he carried you around until you felt the velvet of the couches underneath you and his body pressed flushed on yours. His waist got automatically wrapped by your legs again as if that were their place and they weren’t aware of it before.
He slipped his hands on your hips, grabbing your ass hard as he murmured against your lips. “Are you going to be a brat with me again?”
His voice was calm but deep as if a storm was incoming, making your knees feel weak.
“Words,” he spoke again, pressing himself a little more between your legs.
You breathed out.
“I don’t know,” you managed to say before pushing him away. He fell to the side, grip softened mostly for the surprise than your strength.
“Are you going to be a brat to me?” you asked, straddling his lap and pressing your palms on his stomach, going up on his hot skin and lifting his shirt until he couldn’t do anything else than take it off.
Then his hands found their way on your skin too, unmercifully squeezing your soft breasts. He didn’t care to be gentle and lifting himself up he sucked on your skin so hard until it was almost painful. You wrapped your arms around his torso and threw your head back, stretching out your neck. He left bites all over it, travelling down, tightening his teeth grip around your nipples, making you pant softly.
“I don’t know,” he finally replied.
He looked at you from underneath his fringe and you smiled at each other. You caressed his stomach from below his belly button and going up until reaching his collarbones and he leaned back on his elbows to support his weight. He followed your hand going down on him then his eyes shifted their focus to watch how your pelvis started to move back and forth on his sweatpants, right on top of his hard cock.
“Mm,” he exhaled as finally getting some relief and you imitated him. You placed your hands on his shoulders and closed your eyes and Doyoung flexed his thigh muscles.
He was enjoying seeing you like that, vulnerable and whiny, needy and horny, while he did nothing to help you with it and leaving you desperate.
His eyes caressed your whole body, his lips parted slightly at the sight of your breasts bouncing softly, at how you were spreading yourself on him. You felt hot and plump, your thoughts were blurry and foggy.
"Look at you," he talked. “What a cute little slut.”
You replied with a whine, locking eyes with him but not being able to do that for a long time as his gaze pierced through you, adding to the sensation his pants gave to your raw clit.
So you kissed his lips, messily and sloppily, breathing on his mouth and he finally caressed your thighs and ass, pressing you down even more and closer to him.
Your arms got tighter around his neck and he buried his face into your chest. His hair tickled your chin and you intertwined your fingers into his locks.
So close to cum, you closed your eyes and just let yourself go, your rhythm lost, your muscles aching, without expecting Doyoung's fingers to suddenly get inside of you.
You squeezed yourself onto him with a cry.
"I repeat. Are you going to behave again as you did today?" you heard him ask as his fingers pumped fast into you.
"No, no, oh fuck, please, no," you managed to answer while gasping for air.
"I'm going to-" you whimpered about to orgasm and Doyoung at that moment got you off of him, pushing you down on your back and lifting your legs around him, edging you.
"You're going to cum when I say so," he commented. "You're lucky I'm even giving it to you at all today," he added.
You bit your lower lip frustrated.
"Babe, please-" you begged.
He smiled brightly at the sudden pet name, shushing you as he began to kiss your legs from the knees down, going lightly on the inside of your thigh, making you twitch as he approached your dripping pussy. But he passed over, nudging at it with his nose just to make you jolt and kissed your lower stomach, passing his tongue on the spots he bit before and continued until reaching your lips.
Then, getting on his knees he finally got rid of his pants and underwear.
You felt your core pulsing at the sight and breathed heavily. He tugged at your legs, dragging you until the back of your thighs touched his hips and holding himself he nudged at your entrance. You let your arms fall around your head and bit down on your hand as his tip caressed your clit.
"Doyoung," you whined as your muscles jolted intermittently. You then felt his fingers drag on your leg until grabbing your knee and putting it on his shoulders he humped your folds.
You let your head fall back into the couch, exposing your neck and making your breasts tighten.
It was too much. You just wanted him to penetrate you and to make you scream.
"I want to cum so badly, please," you begged again.
But he acted as if not being able to hear from you.
Your muscles twitched in pain and you lifted yourself to meet him. He pushed you down and distanced himself.
"Behave," he warned.
You looked at his half-closed eyes and plump lips as he bit it with his teeth.
He was suffering as well. He couldn't take it anymore, you could tell.
And when you took your hand to your mouth and licked two fingers, slowly, without breaking eye contact he gasped.
You were about to suck on them, you wanted to see him going crazy, but you didn't manage to as he penetrated you right at that moment, quick and deep, with a grunt.
"Fuck," he swore picking up the pace until the wet sounds overwhelmed the storm.
_________
It was dark. The only light came from the fireplace bathing the living room with a red and yellow hue.
You were both sprawled on the rug under fuzzy blankets.
"Come sit on my face. Show me where I belong."
Doyoung’s voice was a low buzz, imitating the storm still going on as it has been the whole night.
You rolled your eyes to the side amused, ignoring his warm hand palming your knee, nudging you to come closer.
“You still want to go? I can’t cum again,” you pouted.
“But I want you to cum,” he pouted as well.
You sighed and gently got on top of him with the intent of ignoring him and finally fall asleep.
But his expression changed when you were near enough. “I want you to be completely fucked up when I’m done with you.”
You lifted one hand to cup his cheek and kissed his nose.
He blinked at you amused.
“I love it when you smile like this,” you whispered.
The dying flames danced on his face as he stared at you for a few moments.
Then you clicked your tongue.
“Don’t do this.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Don’t get all dark and distant.”
Doyoung exhaled. “I am not.”
“There’s so much to be proud of, don’t you think?” Your fingers gently started to draw patters on his forehead, going down on his eyes as he closed them, then on his cheeks. He opened his eyelids again after the touch and you talked again.
“Like striving to do good. Trying. Surviving.”
His lips opened to let out a small puff of warm air. Then he hugged you tighter and hid his face in the crook of your neck.
You exhaled too, closing your eyes and lulling his exhausted soul.
“I am so proud of you,” you whispered but you didn’t know if he heard you.
_________
You woke up in Doyoung's bed.
It was huge, warm and it smelled like his laundry detergent. The sheets were soft and luscious, caressing your naked body as you shifted underneath them to look to the side.
Your eyelids fluttered and your lips turned their corners up.
Fighting the urge to squeal and hide your face inside the pillow, you resorted to admire Doyoung's sleeping face.
Resting on his stomach with raised arms thrown around his head, only his eyes and ruffled hair poked out behind his bicep and shoulder. And when he slowly opened one puffy eye you giggled and it curved, showing that he was smiling too.
"Good morning," you whispered.
Doyoung sighed once first. "It's probably afternoon."
His sleepy voice made your body heat up and without thinking you just got closer. He turned on his side and wrapped your body with his arms, pulling you closer to his chest.
"Did you sleep well?" he murmured.
"Like a baby. You exhausted me enough."
The little kiss he placed on top of your head was so unexpected to make you lift your face.
He smiled.
"You inspire so much tenderness in me,” he explained timidly.
You smiled back, resting your chest on his. His hands automatically wrapped your sides as if they've always belonged there.
"I'm glad I'm softening your edges. Now you need to behave like this with everyone else too."
"You want me to kiss the whole hospital on the forehead?"
"Metaphorically."
"Also, I thought you loved my hard edges," he purred, shifting your body to fully rest on top of his.
His hard cock deliciously poked your clit with its tip as his hands slowly made you roll on it.
You exhaled and leaned down, rubbing your lips on his as you whispered. "I do."
His smirk was lazy just like your movements.
"So you want me just like this?"
“I want you. I want everything you are. I want everything that you hide.”
Your hands caressed his chest and came to cup his face. His expression wavered and you found him so vulnerable all of a sudden to make your guts twist.
“Unleash the darkness that you have inside. Engulf me with it. I am not afraid. I want it.”
Doyoung wrapped your body tightly and pressed you down on himself even more.
"There's no darkness inside of me anymore. Not when you're around me."
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From “I will not vanish” - Haechan’s backstory
The heavy door opened and closed.
Doyoung looked over his shoulder to see a stranger approach him with slow feet. He raised his eyes and gave Doyoung a small nod.
The other did the same and when the stranger aligned himself with Doyoung, looking over the cold city, they both exhaled.
The silence was so deep, safe for the ambulances screaming in the distance that Doyoung found himself restless.
The stranger leaned on the rail, resting his weight on the elbows and sighed again.
“You know,” he started.
Doyoung looked at him with the corner of his eyes.
“What I like about life,” he paused, “is that you can die.”
The stranger bit his lower lip for a moment then looked over to the other. His gaze felt so heavy that Doyoung’s arms skin got goosebumps.
“Imagine being immortal,” the man continued before letting out a dry snicker.
“Around forever. A pathetic being with no reason to exist besides existence itself. Forever and forever and forever. With no purpose. Until you’d beg someone to kill you but they can’t.”
Doyoung’s fingers twitched on the cold metal of the terrace rail and for a moment his rational mind wanted to ask that stranger just what nonsense he was talking about.
But lately, Doyoung and rationality didn’t match well so he didn’t.
“Immortality sucks only if you’re the only immortal one.”
The stranger smiled bitterly. “Do you want to be immortal?”
Doyoung put his hands inside the gown’s pockets. “I’d die tomorrow.”
“But you wish immortality was a thing.”
“I mean, I wouldn’t have a job anymore,” Doyoung smiled. “But yes. I wish people didn’t die.”
“You’re very selfish.”
That remark made Doyoung frown. “How’s that selfish?”
The stranger turned around and rested his back on the rail instead.
“Why do you want people to not die?”
“Because-,” Doyoung started but didn’t know what to add. “Because it’s painful.”
“For them or you?”
Doyoung sighed. “Okay. I see what you’re doing here.”
The stranger smiled a little.
“It’s not like I think only of myself when others die. I think how unfair it is when I know they didn’t have the chance to do everything they wanted to do first.”
“And what’s that?”
Doyoung thought about it for a moment. “Just- living. Experiences. And most of them actually had enough time to do it. They just took it for granted. And it’s so- painful.”
“And what about you? If you said that you’d be ready to die tomorrow, I guess you’ve been living your life to the fullest with no regrets.”
“Actually, I don’t know if I’ve been living all of this time.”
The stranger shrugged. “Just start now.”
“You make it seem so easy.”
“Living? Hell yeah. You just need to give less fucks.”
Doyoung didn’t reply.
“If you’re ready to die tomorrow, then you should not be afraid of living.”
The stranger’s tone deepened and Doyoung looked his way.
“Who are you by the way?”
“Oh,” the stranger straightened his back and extended his hand. “I’m Haechan. Nice to meet you.”
Doyoung imitated him and shook his hand.
It was warm and in a moment so many thoughts came to Doyoung’s mind to make him breathless.
"I thought I had my life figured out and yet after meeting you I got shocked into awareness."
"You inspire so much tenderness in me."
“I became obsessed with you and it scares me.”
“You could have just told me. You could have told me that you fell apart. Instead, you acted like it didn't bother you at all.”
“You are worth the wait.”
“I can't let go of you.”
Doyoung took away his hand so quickly to almost fall backwards.
He took a few steps on the concrete of the terrace as if trying to get as far from Haechan as possible.
“You good?” the other asked but his face wasn’t mirroring his question.
Instead, a plain expression was adorning his feline features and for an instant, Doyoung felt terror.
“You’re not Haechan,” he found himself whispering.
The man in front of him cracked his knuckles once. “And who’s Haechan?”
“My friend.”
“Friend? Is someone that uses somebody else a friend?”
“He’s not using me.”
“Isn’t he now?”
The man started to walk towards Doyoung slowly, one finger on the rail, grating at the metal with his nail.
“Do you believe in soulmates, Doyoung?”
Doyoung flinched at his name on that man’s lips and started to retreat slowly.
“I do.”
“Soulmates are people that always find each other regardless of everything, aren’t they?”
“Yes.”
“And are you and Y/N soulmates if Haechan is always there forcing you together like some sort of cheap mismatcher?” the man spit out the last words.
Doyoung gulped and his brain tried to remember how he punched him in some past life and actually win. His surgeon hands would definitely get broken in a second.
“Don’t you want to break this cycle? Find your true soulmate?”
“That’s Y/N.”
“Because you say so.”
“I don’t give a fuck about your orthodox theory, Archangel.”
The man stretched his neck to the side and Doyoung didn't have the time to run away.
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✮ Creature Starters ✮
Vampire
❛ Not all of us are ancient. ❜
❛ Is that garlic? ❜
❛ Not the blinds! ❜
❛ I don't know how much longer I can go before it kills me. I may go ravenous. ❜
❛ Leave before I go ravenous and lose my rationality. ❜
❛ I'd like to bite you and find out. ❜
❛ You'll let me have a taste? ❜
❛ Taking a bite out of you should be fun. ❜
❛ I'll burn, you idiot! ❜
❛ If the sunlight doesn't kill me, your stupidity will. ❜
❛ I don't really eat anything. ❜
❛ Regular food disgusts me. ❜
❛ We still have taste! I'm craving some actual food! ❜
❛ You didn't think I could eat regular food? ❜
❛ Can't we wait until nightfall? ❜
❛ Aren't you forgetting something? I'll be at the door forever. ❜
❛ Why is your lifespan so short? ❜
❛ I'm not going to grow close to someone who I'll just have to watch die eventually. ❜
❛ I'll bleed you dry. ❜
❛ Humans, werewolves, mermaids, whatever. You're all food to me. ❜
Werewolves
❛ Is that silver? ❜
❛ It's a full moon, isn't it? ❜
❛ It's a full moon, get out! ❜
❛ I'll tear you apart. ❜
❛ You think I wouldn't eat you alive? ❜
❛ Sorry, I guess I just don't know my own strength. ❜
❛ Am I shedding? ❜
❛ Don't treat me like a dog, it's humiliating. ❜
❛ I don't bark! ❜
❛ I followed your scent all the way here. ❜
❛ Sure you're taller than me now but wait until nightfall, then you'll be sorry. ❜
❛ I won't be able to control myself when I turn. ❜
❛ You think a bullet will stop me? ❜
❛ No, I don't have any fleas. ❜
❛ I could hear you coming for miles, I knew it was you. ❜
❛ Sorry I licked you, it's a ... habit. ❜
❛ Sorry, it's my tail. ❜
❛ I don't turn completely unless it's a full moon. Otherwise I just acquire certain traits when the night hits. ❜
❛ I'm like a wolf but a lot bigger. ❜
❛ Of course I can control myself, why wouldn't I be able to? ❜
❛ A werewolf? What gave you that idea? ❜
❛ ... Are you petting me? ❜
❛ Don't stop, that feels nice. ❜
Mermaids
❛ Did I splash you? ❜
❛ Come a little closer into the water. ❜
❛ Did I call you here by accident? ❜
❛ Stay back! Unless you want to fall under my spell. ❜
❛ I'm poisonous so go ahead, try to take a bite. ❜
❛ Why would you jump into the water if you can't swim?! ❜
❛ Of course I speak your language, why wouldn't I? ❜
❛ I can't step on land since I don't have your ... flimsy limbs. ❜
❛ I can step on land for a short period of time, actually. ❜
❛ If I give up my tail for you, your love has to be true, otherwise my soul will return to the sea. ❜
❛ A mermaid? Why would you think that? ❜
❛ I know the water better than anyone. Did you really think you could win? ❜
❛ You can't escape when your mind is mine. ❜
❛ Feeling like you aren't in control? That would be my fault and I'm not sorry. ❜
❛ Wait! I didn't mean to enchant you, I'm so sorry! ❜
❛ Can you hear me?! You almost drowned! ❜
❛ How did you wind up in the ocean?! ❜
❛ Just like you eat our kind, we eat yours. ❜
❛ Why are you staring at my tail like that? ❜
Selkies
❛ Did you take my skin? ❜
❛ Give it back! ❜
❛ I'm giving this to you because I trust you. ❜
❛ It's ... It's skin. What you're holding is my skin. ❜
❛ I love you more than the ocean itself. Therefore I'd gladly give it up for you. ❜
❛ A selkie? That's crazy talk. Where did you get that from? ❜
❛ You're ... You're not trying to take my skin? ❜
❛ Are you ... giving my skin back to me? ❜
❛ Is there a reason you always come to the coast to visit me? You must already know what I am.❜
❛ You're kidding me right? Leave the water for you? ❜
❛ Over my dead skin. ❜
❛ I don't shed like some dog, that's different! ❜
❛ You can't keep me prisoner forever; I'll find it. ❜
❛ I'll find it, even if I have to kill you. ❜
❛ Please ... just let me go home. ❜
❛ Sure I'll miss the sea but I think I'd miss you more if I had to live without you. ❜
❛ WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST IT?! HOW DO YOU LOSE SKIN?! ❜
❛ I gave you my skin because I love you, silly. ❜
❛ You were the best person to entrust my skin to but I need it back now. ❜
Human
❛ You're ... You're not human, are you? ❜
❛ All this time I thought you were human ... ❜
❛ Wait, please! Please don't hurt me! ❜
❛ I'm not afraid of any sort of monster. ❜
❛ You're all monsters to me. ❜
❛ You keep that thing/those things away from me! ❜
❛ My life span isn't short, yours is just super long! ❜
❛ Were you born as a [creature]? ❜
❛ I didn't think creatures like you were real ... ❜
❛ You're so pretty ... ❜
❛ You look like something straight out of a story book. ❜
❛ You're the fairytale I've been waiting for. ❜
❛ Is it true that you're just like a dog? ❜
❛ Is it true that you're just like a fish? ❜
❛ Just a nibble right? Okay, you can have my wrist. ❜
❛ I won't tell a soul. Your secret's safe with me. ❜
❛ What are you?! ❜
❛ Do you ... like the taste of human flesh? ❜
❛ Uh no. Humans ... Humans don't do that. ❜
❛ ... Where did you learn about human customs? ❜
❛ You can speak our language? ❜
❛ How long does your species usually live? ❜
❛ I could listen to you talk about your species for hours. ❜
❛ Okay give me a minute to process this. This is a lot to take in. ❜
MISC.
❛ I'm not afraid of you! ❜
❛ You think you scare me? ❜
❛ I'll kill you before you even know what hit you. ❜
❛ Let's get this over with. ❜
❛ I'm not falling for that! ❜
❛ Did you just try to bite me?! ❜
❛ I've always hated your kind. ❜
❛ The two of us are complete opposites. This isn't going to work. ❜
❛ Your tail is whacking me. ❜
❛ Can you please stop sniffing me? ❜
❛ Do you ... sleep? ❜
❛ Fate wouldn't allow us to be friends, let alone together. ❜
❛ We're destined to be enemies. ❜
❛ You're staring at me like I'm food. ❜
❛ Stop staring at me like I'm food. ❜
❛ Wait! I promise I won't hurt you, come back! ❜
❛ Scared?! Scared is an UNDERSTATEMENT! I'm TERRIFIED! ❜
❛ Oh man you are one freak of nature, aren't you? ❜
❛ Sorry, I've never met a [creature] before. ❜
❛ How do I know what you're saying is the truth? ❜
❛ How am I supposed to trust you? ❜
❛ So what do you think I am? ❜
❛ I'll love you no matter what you are. ❜
❛ Oh, was your identity supposed to be a secret? You sure weren't hiding it very well. ❜
❛ You really suck at hiding what you are. ❜
❛ You shed and I shed, we're like the perfect messy duo. ❜
❛ If there were a cure I would have found it by now. ❜
❛ This hurts me far more than it hurts you. ❜
❛ You taste disgusting. ❜
❛ You taste delicious! ❜
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cw: canon-typical child neglect
“We will come for you, Potter, you won’t know a single day of peace until you see us again.” Augustus Rookwood spat at Harry’s feet, but seeing as he was tied up, immobilized and held by two of their strongest aurors while six others swept through his house, it was a bit overkill.
“Draco,” Harry said, ignoring the spluttering criminal. “I saw a row of phials in the kitchen, care to give them a look?” He was already looking at something else as he gave the instruction, confident enough in his authority to know Draco would listen.
“Yes, sir.” Draco replied easily, watching his hands as he swept through files. The words turned Harry’s attention back to him — a raised eyebrow, the glimpse of a smile, cheeky, promising. After all, he was sir here, when they worked crime scenes together, and sometimes he was sir at home, too, when it was the last Saturday of the month and they were feeling adventurous.
Draco grinned back. Harry shook his head, the smile still present in his eyes, and went back to looking through Rookwood’s desk.
They’d hunted him for months, countless sleepless nights spent on the case — both of them were slight workaholics and never knew when to stop — endless missteps, near-catches, failed leads. It wasn’t often they got to work cases together anymore, not since Harry had been promoted to Head Auror and Draco put in charge of the Potion Control Department, and so they had given it their all, became the power team they’d been known as back in their Junior Auror Partners days.
It had been fun, seeing Harry in action again, aiding him, leaning on him as well. It had also been exhausting. They weren’t 20 years old anymore.
Finally, it was coming to an end, and it was like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Draco could already taste the fresh air of the Amalfi coast, where they’d be celebrating their sixth wedding anniversary as soon as they finished the paperwork.
“Here,” Junior Auror Healey said when Draco entered the kitchen, pushing a small cardboard box towards him over the table. “The boss said you had to look this over.”
Draco snorted. “The boss knows I don’t have to do anything. I won’t look if I don’t want to,” he said, already looking because well, he did have to.
“Oh, not the old married couple attitude, please,” came Ron’s voice from the living room, surprising a laugh out of Draco as he popped the cork off a phial with utmost care.
“Shut it, Weasley, I will end you and Harry won’t stop me.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“What is it?” Healey whispered, awed, ignoring Ron completely as she stared at the burgundy fumes emerging from the phial in Draco’s hand. She’d always liked Potions, had asked to apprentice with him when her training ended in the fall. He beckoned her closer.
“Come on, you can smell it — there, what do you smell?”
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath. “Poppy.”
He hummed. “Yes. It’s a powerful sedative, topped with golden spindle chord and moondust, from the looks of it. This could make someone sleep for years.”
“Honestly, I get why people would buy it. I know a few I’d like to give it to.”
Draco grinned. “Such a Slytherin. Careful, the Gryffindors here will try hard to take that edge off you.”
“That was one time, Malfoy,” came Ron’s voice once again, this time sending Draco and Healey into a full laughing fit.
When they recovered, Draco handed the potion back to her, safely corked. “They all look the same, but I’m not sure about the conditions they’ve been preserved in. Have Newton send them to my lab, will you?”
She nodded. Draco washed his hands and walked back into the house, drying them on the sides of his robe. He passed Ron, who was securing the wands they had confiscated, passed Newton, who was inspecting the spell damage on Daphne’s arm, and went to find Harry in the office where he’d left him, thinking it was time to leave, thinking of the hot shower and warm bedsheets waiting for them at home.
Instead, he found him by the stairs, breathing hard, eyes wide. He stopped, hackles rising, his heart speeding up immediately, attuned to Harry’s uneasiness.
“Harry? What’s wrong?”
“I’m — I’m not sure … can you hear that?” He raised a trembling finger, pointing out a sound. He had goosebumps all over his arms.
Draco blinked, focused, and then he heard it. A light tapping, coming from the cupboard under the stairs, and something softer, sweeter, a hum, almost as if someone were singing to themselves.
“Is that…?”
Harry blew up the door.
The child looked at them, eyes wide, swinging feet tapping against the side of a tiny cot. He looked confused rather than scared, as he sat there in clothes at least five sizes too big for him, messy brown hair covering his forehead. He couldn’t be older than four.
Draco knelt in front of him immediately, hands going up to his shoulders, his face, making sure he was safe. His heart was somewhere near his throat.
“Are you hurt?” He asked, which was the primary thing in the midst of the most disconcerting finding he’d made in his entire career.
The child shook his head. Hesitated. Then, in a sweet, small voice, “Where’s uncle Gus?”
Draco couldn’t breathe. “You’re Augustus Rookwood’s nephew?”
The child nodded.
“Where are your parents?”
“Uncle says they’re dead.”
“W- what are you doing in here? With the door locked?”
“This is my room.” Draco heard Harry make a choked up noise behind him, but didn’t turn to look. “Uncle Gus says I’m not supposed to bother him. Am I — am I bothering him?”
“No, no. Are you — how long have you…” his hands trembled, holding the child’s collar. “Do you live with anyone else?”
The child shook his head again. “Before, yes, but uncle says auntie Gertie is dead too.” There was a pause. Draco heard nothing behind him, but he couldn’t make himself look away from the kid, the hollow cheeks, the small frame. He looked starved.
“What’s your name?”
“Silas.”
“Are you hungry, Silas? When did you last eat?”
“I think — I think breakfast.”
“Today?”
“Yesterday.” He replied. Then, with curiosity, “Who are you?”
It was six in the evening. Nearly two full days had passed since his last meal. Draco closed his eyes, swallowed.
“My name is Draco. We will take you somewhere safe now, is that okay? You’re safe with us.”
Silas’ hazel eyes lit up. “You’re taking me away?” But his joy seemed to last merely a second, his gaze turning to his feet. ��But uncle will be mad. I’m supposed to be good. Am I being good?”
“Oh god.” Came Harry’s voice from behind him, fractured. He fell to his knees beside Draco, pulled Silas off the cot, held him by the shoulders. “We’re going to help you, okay? You — you’re coming with us. You don’t have to come back here if you don’t want to, you’re safe, you … I promise. I promise we will keep you safe.”
Silas hugged Harry.
Haunted green eyes met Draco’s over the boy’s shoulder, those eyes he loved more than anything, holding unshed tears that seemed to go unnoticed, the depth of a decades-old pain coming to the surface, fresh once again, renewed.
There were things Harry couldn’t speak about. Hadn’t, not even once.
Now, it was all there in his eyes. A question.
Draco saw two neglected children, clinging to each other by a cupboard under the stairs, and knew what he was being asked. He didn’t need to think about it for even a second when he nodded.
Harry closed his eyes, hugged Silas tighter. “You’re coming with us.”
Written for @drarrymicrofic prompt - "Adoption"
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Can u please be nicer on ao3? Maybe you should try answering people's comments
when i read the first line i was honestly flabbergasted and wracking my brain trying to figure out when in the world i wasn't nice on ao3 ever. because i honestly truly try to be nice to everyone always, even when i'm angry or frustrated or people are going after those i love and want to protect. if there was a time i WASN'T nice on ao3, i wondered if it was maybe because my comment had been misunderstood or someone saw me razzing an author i'm good friends with and they didn't get that we are close and i said what i did with so much love and appreciation, you know? like what??? did i do???
but then i read your second line. and please forgive me if i come off as rude in my response to this, because honestly i'm in a pretty bad spot mentally and emotionally in general right now, but PARTICULARLY today, and this ask triggered an anxiety response in me. so. i'm trying really hard to word this in a way to educate without being condescending or mean, but i might not succeed.
firstly, thank you for your comments i'm assuming you've left. i'm also assuming they were nice comments, in which case extra thanks. i'm sure i'll send you effusive responses on ao3 when the time comes.
secondly, please understand that sending an ask like this, on anonymous no less, is incredibly entitled. writing is not my profession, i receive no compensation for my works that i post for free online, and as a part of that it is not required of me to respond. i do my very best to reply to every comment i receive, but it is not always in a timely manner, because i have other priorities in my life. all of which leads us to my third point, which is:
writers do not owe you a reply to your comments. end of. there are no other qualifications or quantifying modifiers to be added to the statement. is it nice to be acknowledged and know your comment was seen? sure. but do they OWE you one? hell no.
in fact, i'd like to offer you a suggestion. a way of tweaking your thinking about the comments you leave on fics. instead of looking at comments you leave as being something that deserves a reply from the author, think of your comments as your way of paying the author for the gift of their time and talents that they have shared with you by posting their fic. that's how i think of the comments i leave for authors. i'm giving them my thanks for the words they've shared! i want to help THEM feel as amazing as they have made ME feel when i read their fic. in fact, my hope isn't necessarily a response from them, but instead my hope is THE GIFT OF THEM SHARING MORE FIC WITH ME. i'm a selfish bitch in that way and i always want all the fic to read. i never want that well to go dry. one way i can ensure that doesn't happen is by supporting authors and being kind to them and spreading all the love and excitement i can about their writing in the hopes that my words will inspire them to share more.
because whether they reply or not, i GUARANTEE they are seeing your comments. i PROMISE they are. and for all you know, your comment might be the one that keeps them writing even when their words aren't coming easily or when they are tempted to give up.
but, again, please remember that no matter what, these authors (including me) don't actually owe you anything.
the rest of this is going under a cut, because honestly my reply is already far too long and i have a LOT more to say now that you've gotten me started.
now, all of this in mind, i'll explain to you why i'm not great with keeping up with comments made on my fics the last couple of years. i don't owe you this explanation any more than i owe you a response to your comments, and i'm honestly not sure you deserve this explanation either, but i'll still offer it anyway. it'll help me feel better knowing i at least put this out there, whether you care or not, mainly because if i don't do that it will cause me greater anxiety having you possibly think i am not responding to people because i feel all high and mighty or that i think i'm better than the comments or whatever the fuck kind of motivation you're attributing to me to see my lack of a response as something "not nice" towards the commenters.
i'm not sure if you've noticed, but i put out a lot of fic. like a lot. a lot of words and shit. i love writing, it's often my therapy and a way for me to help keep my anxiety and depression and ptsd at bay.
now, more personal shit for you, i've got three kids ages 9 and under. the oldest has adhd which we have yet to find a med for that helps to the extent she needs without side effects that aren't healthy for her to continue with, she also has anxiety, AND she's extremely gifted and starting a new program at a new school, all in the midst of a pandemic. and all of those situations exacerbate her anxiety! huzzah! she's also dealing with the beginning of her tween growing up shit, which is great fun because it means where she used to be pretty damn understanding of her younger brother, she is finding it much more difficult to. because the second oldest? he's autistic with some pretty significant gross motor, speech, and socialization delays that have only been exacerbated because of the previously mentioned pandemic. PLUS he transitioned from his special needs preschool to a fully integrated elementary school for kindergarten last year and then had to deal with all the ups and downs of the switch from e-learning to hybrid to all in schooling when everything in him screams for a normal schedule he can rely on to keep his own anxieties and fears and struggles at their minimum. and that youngest child? he was born in january of last year. he STILL barely leaves the house and has only met other children in close range a couple of times because, once again, pandemic!
add onto all of this my own mental health issues, the fact that my husband ALSO battles major clinical depression, adhd, and anxiety, AND we live with my parents who have their own health issues, both mental and physical. i run the home for our house of seven. i keep this place functioning, fed, clothed, clean, and everywhere we need to be for all of our five million appointments every. fucking. day. there is a REASON i've been borderline burnt out for the last fucking year and a half.
now, for fun, i have fandom shit. i love it here, even if it is a dumpster fire on the best of days, and getting to be a part of the writing community is so very lovely. i adore it. honestly, it's because of those friendships i've built with other writers that i have been able to keep writing and have found just how helpful it can be for my mental health. but i'm REALLY. INCREDIBLY. BUSY. i hardly have time to get on tumblr for just a quick swipe through my dash most days. i put off asks so long i forget i have them. i don't have the mental and emotional capacity to talk to people on here or interact fully a lot of the time. but i do my best to do so and be kind while i'm at it even when i don't want to be.
then, on top of that? i also run fic fests like @wordplayfics and help friends run their own. because not only am i a writer, i'm a reader. i LOVE fic. fic has saved me soooooo many times over the past seven years that i've been here. i want to do what i can to support other writers the best way i can, which is to provide a space for them to create their works that welcomes and helps promote them, but also by doing my monthly fic lists and pocast highlighting what i've been able to read, reblogging their fic posts, and then commenting and kudosing their fics too.
sometimes i get really fucking down on myself because i'm so behind on replying to comments, but my brain is very much a "if you start this, you have to finish it" kind of a brain, and i feel even WORSE sometimes if i reply to comments on some fics and not all of them. but i do my best and reply when i can. i was actually really fucking proud of myself because i had a couple days to myself in june, and i spent hours replying to comments on 20 of my fics. when you have almost 150 fics (i think? i don't even know how many fics i've posted by now), that is only scratching the surface. but i tried and i was so so happy i did that many fics at once. it's exhausting, though, and takes a lot of spoons for me to reply to them in mass like that plus time consuming. so i tried to be happy with those 20 fics and the comments i responded to there and told myself that when i ha a moment to breathe, i'd go and work on replying to some more.
but see, that again causes anxiety and guilt. because i haven't replied to all of them. and that anxiety and guilt can cause me to put it off further OR to put off important things like feeding my children or getting sleep in order to finish it, so i have to make myself put things into perspective and ensure i'm doing the important things, like taking care of myself and my family, first.
and then, i have a moment where i CAN go ahead and reply to comments... but i also have MANY fics that are on deadline and i actually have a schedule. a SCHEDULE. for when i'm going to focus on which fics. i can spell it out for you if you really want. i made it back in APRIL to make sure i didn't sign up for too many fic fests because there are so many going on right now that i want to participate in, but i know i can't do all of them so i had to pick and choose. and when you are SO overscheduled and busy that back in APRIL you had to figure out what fics you would focus on at what time to ensure you got everything written when you wanted to through THE END OF THE YEAR, more choices have to be made.
for example. my writing time and time for myself came down to only one evening a week for ALL fandom things i'm doing and a part of right now once the kids were out of school for the summer. it quickly became apparent that for my own self care i needed more time, so i worked with my husband to find two other days i could carve out at least 30-60 minutes to myself to write every week. and i did. but if i'm already only getting that much time and have committed to those fics and fests and things that you're running etc, you have to choose am i going to use this time to try to squeeze in some comment replies? or am i going to write? and i choose to write. simple as that.
so yeah. see it as selfish if you want. see it as mean. you can honestly see it as whatever the fuck you want, but for me? i know that as soon as i possibly can and i can breathe freely for once and not feel like i am constantly drowning in my day to day life and am doing pretty well when it comes to my fic deadlines and getting started on those christmas cards i'm once again going to be making by hand for everyone on tumblr who chooses to sign up for one this year out of the KINDNESS of my heart and the love i really do feel for so many of you, then i promise i'll be on ao3 catching up and commenting. my friends laugh and make fun of me for it sometimes, because they will sometimes get 10-12 replies to their comments in a single day. they know that's how i work. i WILL reply to every single comment i get, no matter how old it is. but for the love of all that is holy, do NOT add to the anxiety and guilt i already feel over it. the only place that will get you is the ask/comment getting deleted if it's a good day, a fucking long rant like this one if it's not, and a block if it's a REALLY bad day.
if you're asking me to be nice on ao3, then i ask in return that you also be nice by not demanding things of people that they are not in any way obligated to give.
#long post#rant#i almost deleted this#but you sent it on just the right day and instead i let loose#this is unedited and unbetaed lmao but ENJOY#or don't#whatever#writing stuff#i should tag it#writing SHIT#but that's not really a tag i keep cause who wants to keep track of the negatives#not me
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teddy bear
fred weasley x reader
—author’s note: I really have no explanation for this except that I saw an old fic of mine and the idea just struck. This is a re-imagined version of 'don't say goodbye' from my main i.e. @with-love-anu Fred had been spending lesser and lesser time with you every day and you couldn't take it anymore.
—warning(s): mentions of food and drinks, break up, angst but it's hurt and comfort, low-key descriptions of anxiety attack. gender neutral!reader (pronouns haven't been used throughout the story)
—wordcount: 2,190
The fire crackled orange and gold, painting the dark walls. You were sitting right beside the mantle looking at the wall ticking. It was 11:35pm. Fred should’ve been home hours ago.
Tilting your head, you ran your thumb through the sharp edge’s of the photo frame. Friendly— happy faces smiled back at you. It was you and Fred from your 6th year. He had an arm around you, kissing your cheek before winking at the camera. Oh you remembered that day. Vividly. The two of you had just started dating after months of pining. Fred had been an absolute sweetheart. One date led to the next and you didn’t realise you two had spent years together. From graduating from hogwarts, to working your way up on your jobs, moving in together… You were madly in love and nothing else seemed to have mattered.
Everything looked great. Looked. Your parents often told you about ichs. A common rash. Ignore it and it will go away. Scratch it, and it will make your life hell. They never told you however, how long it takes. And you had been shutting your eyes to this one far too long. Fred was never there. Never. Both of you had jobs. Demanding jobs. Yet it seemed Fred was the only one without a moment to spare.
Your morning began with you getting up and ready for your day. Freshening up, making breakfast for the two of you— storing Fred’s with a quick warming spell and a note because you knew you’ll be gone by the time he woke up. Never having the heart to rouse him you simply smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, apprating to the ministry. When you came back, he would still be at the shop, working late into the night. Exhaustion caught you, you were unable to keep yourself from falling asleep after 12.
Heaving a sigh, you pushed your head back staring at the ceiling above. The thing was that you missed him. Terribly. You couldn’t even remember the time he held you, let alone ask about your day— it had been months. There had been a hundred times, sitting alone having dinner or seeing his side of the bed empty. Loneliness caught with you reminisened all the times he would pull you over his lap, pressing kisses all over your face. Telling you about the newest invention at his shop. All confrontations with him about the same had ended the same way. With him promising he would try. He never did.
Glancing at the clock again, you felt your body grow hot with anger. It was nearly midnight. You had left him a note to come home early that day. Promotion at work had flashed like the perfect occasion to catch up. Happiness had been bubbling through you all day. Although as time passed, your excitement dulled. The food turned cold and ice in the firewhiskey bucket had melted. Your eyes pricked with tears as you felt your stomach churn. There was a pop as the door opened to reveal a disheveled Fred. He gave you a small smile before moving straight towards the bedroom.
“Fred,” you called out, clearing your throat and wiping away the tears. Did he really not notice? “Did you get my note?”
“Hmm?” he said, shuffling through his drawer. “Oh! Yes I did, sorry but work came up love, couldn’t make it.”
You clenched your jaw.
“Work?” you asked, agitated. “What work keeps you out until midnight Fred?”
His answering sigh infuriated you further.
“You need to change your work schedule, Fred,” you said, crossing your arms. “George comes back to Angelina before 8. I’m sure you can manage before 9. I don't see you Fred. I don't get to talk to you or spend a moment with you. It's like I'm living alone— I spent more time with you before we moved in!”
Fred squeezed his eyes shut, tired.
“I’ll try, I promise,” he said after a minute. “Let’s eat first, shall we?”
“No, Fred. You promise me that every time,” you hissed. “I want you to tell me you’ll be home tomorrow before 9. Like a normal person.”
“What do you want me to do, huh?” Fred snapped. “I thought you would be more supportive of me and my business.”
“Don’t you dare say that,” you threatened. “I’ve been there for you every step of the way. What I am asking you is for you to take out some time for me. I need you to be there for me too!”
“Well excuse me for wanting to earn enough money for our future. For wishing you didn’t have to work to live a happy life.”
“Fred,” you said, your voice a dangerous whisper. “You know exactly how much I love my job. I’ve always been happy working. What has gotten into you? You were always so supportive of me!”
Something crossed Fred’s eye and he took a step back, shaking himself. He took a deep breath.
“Listen,” Fred said calmly. “It’s late now, we can talk about it tomorrow.”
“When, Fred? When? In the morning, when you are asleep or at night which is the time right now?”
Fred remained silent. It felt like you were bursting. All the frustration, sadness and disappointment poured in.
“It hurts, Fred. It hurts and it feels like I’m alone in this. People ask me how we are doing and I don’t know what to tell them. I have no idea what’s going on with the person I live with. I don’t even know where our relationship is goin—”
“You know what?” Fred said, finally losing his cool, throwing his hands in the air. “If you feel so alone, maybe you wouldn’t find a difference if we even separate.”
You gasped.
“I’m going to give you a moment to take that back,” you hushed. Fred crossed his arms. “Think about it before telling me you meant it.”
“Listen, you know I put my work above anything else,” he said, gritting his teeth. “I’ve always wanted to be rich enough so people like Malfoy wouldn’t dare to insult me or my family. That shop. It’s my life. It’s everything that lets me afford the things I never could.”
“So the shop’s more important to you than having me stay?” you said, your throat heavy. Digging your nails into the palm of your hand you searched Fred’s face. The face you had fallen in love with, the one that didn’t quite meet your eyes now which forebode tears. No you couldn’t cry now. Not when he disregarded your job you had been so passionate about, not when his status in life was more important to him. When Fred didn’t say anything, you let out a dry laugh. Shaking your head you moved towards your wardrobe, your head thumping. You took out a couple of your clothes, money and some documents, packing up a bag. Fred stared at you wide eyed as you went for the door.
“What are you doing?” he demanded as you opened the door moving out.
“Well, since you don’t care if we separate and your shop is the only thing you’re living for; it only seems fair that I leave,” you said, furiously rubbing away the tear that fell down your cheek. “Oh and Weasley? I hope you become the wealthiest wizard in the country.”
The last thing you saw was Fred’s shook form before a familiar house came into view. Knocking on your best friend’s door, you wondered whether you should have taken a hotel. It was very late after all. Before you could turn back and leave, Ruhaan opened up. He looked sleepy but his expression changed on seeing you.
“Hey, are you alright? What’s the—”
“Can I stay here tonight?” you blurted. “I’ll crash on the couch... ”
Ruhaan wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leading you in.
“Of course you can,” he said as your throat felt heavy. “You’re always welcome here, what happened?”
“I… we broke up,” you croaked. Admitting things aloud often made things real. Stating your breakup to Ruhaan made you really assess the situation. Blood rushed to your head as you realised you really just left back someone you had loved for six long years. Still did. Your legs wobbled making you lose your balance but Ruhaan held you steady.
“I can’t believe it… I… love him…” you gulped.
“Let me first get you some tea,” he said, rubbing your sides.
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Fred was a mess. He fell on the floor with a thump, realising what happened moments ago. You left. The person he had loved all his life had left him. And it was his fault. All those months he had been trying to get the latest product to work. George had given up on it long ago knowing well how dangerous it was to work on. Yet he stood back, working extra hours determined to get it done. It made him lose sight of what was important, you. His heart constricted as he felt like he couldn’t breath. Hot tears fell down his cheeks as he let out a frustrated shout. He had finally lost everything.
For the next few days, Fred worked as an auto pilot. Numbness had caught up to him. He couldn’t bring himself to eat or sleep. Your thoughts plagued him. It was like he was watching your face fall as you moved out over and over again. The apartment felt devoid of spirit— dark and cold. Fred missed you, your smile as he sleepily joined you in bed, pulling you closer; your notes with little doodles telling him to take care… George vaguely knew about what happened, he couldn’t bring himself to talk about it. Visits to your best friend’s place have always gone the same. Ruhaan told him you weren’t there.
Fred wanted— needed you. He loved you. Always did. And he would be damned if he failed to show you. Again. Washing his face, he apparated to Ruhaan’s door again. Biting the inside of his cheek, he waited as a familiar face came into view sighing on spotting him.
“Fred,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I’ve told you…”
“Please,” he said, cutting him off. “Please, I know what I’ve done. Terrible won’t start to describe it. Just give me a chance to talk. I won’t push. I won’t. I am really ashamed of the things I did. At least let me make it right…”
Ruhaan searched his face, mentally debating with himself. Fred was pleading, begging. He would do anything to make this right.
“Alright, don’t screw this up,” Ruhaan said, ushering him in directing him towards your room. “The first door on the right.”
Fred nodded, moving briskly to where he indicated. Heart pounding, he knocked. Your voice came throaty, calling him in. When he saw you, his breath caught up. You looked terrible. Dark circles under red puffy eyes, nestled up in blankets. Noticing him, you sat up straighter.
“I told Ruhaan I didn’t want to see you,” you muttered. Fred moved to sit beside you. You looked away.
“I…” he began, not finding the correct words. “I brought this for you…”
He fished out a small box out of his pocket, handing it to you. It transformed into a teddy bear as the pack touched you, splaying itself over your hand like a rock. You narrowed your eyes at Fred.
“I’ve been working on this in secret for the last six months,” he rasped. “A teddy bear for blue days. The more I worked on it, the stiffer it became. I could not imagine what exactly I was doing wrong. I tried charming it, transforming it, twisting and twerking it around...”
“Fred,” you said, cutting him off. He blinked as streaks of heavy tears fell down his cheek.
“I was so fucking angry and determined to make it work that I couldn’t see anything else than that,” he sobbed. “I’ve said and done things that I couldn’t forgive myself for. I’ve made promises I never followed and I’ve let you go. I… I know that there is no reason for you to even hear me out right now. But I can’t lose you. I can’t… I can’t. I’ll do whatever it takes to have you back but I don’t want to say goodbye to the best thing in my life. Please. You don’t have to excuse me but give me one opportunity to make it up to you.”
You inhaled sharply.
“You’ll come home before 9?” you asked.
“At seven everyday.”
“You’ll spare time for me?”
“Dates every other weekend.”
“You’ll cook everything for the next 3 weeks?” you said as Fred let out a breathy chuckle.
“Only your favourites.”
You looked at his face, wet from crying. Eyes praying for your answer.
“You’ll kiss me right now?” you said as a dull surprise crossed his face. He cradled your face, kissing you softly. You closed your eyes, body relaxing for the first time in days.
“I’m sorry,” he said again, his voice low. You held his hand, squeezing it.
“I know.”
—as for the taglist: I don’t make taglists, I have a blog @from-my-quill which is updated whenever I post fanfiction. You could have the notifications on for it and it will work just like me tagging you.
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Amoret | Tommy Shelby
A/n: So this is my first piece of writing here and I apologise if it's too long! idk how accurate this is but I had fun writing it so that's all that matters I guess
Cora is going through a dry spell because everyone is too scared to make a move on her because of her best friend, Thomas Shelby, so he takes matters into his own hands -- literally.
Word count: 23,450
"I can't believe you did that." I flirtatiously giggle as if I didn't have to scrub my hands raw to get rid of the blood from the gory mess that happened just a few hours prior.
"I needed to get out somehow, I just didn't realise I was trashing hundreds of pounds worth of art." The handsome stranger laughs, leaning into me as we get more familiar and comfortable with each other.
"Terrible, just terrible." I smile fondly, my red lipstick gleaming at him as I fiddle with my fruity cocktail.
"I must say, you have the most gorgeous smile, if I knew how to paint I'd never run out of inspiration as long as you're around." The man charms and I have to suppress an eye roll.
What does a girl have to do to just get a bit of pleasure round here?
I'm not here to be charmed, I'm here for a fun time.
"Thank you, you really know how to charm a girl." I say, crossing my leg over the other, so that my leg is in between his legs from where he's sat on the bar stool.
"Only the pretty ones." He replies, pushing the little curled bits of hair framing my face behind my ear-- the rest of my hair is placed in a delicate low bun, pinned back with expensive pins. He rubs his knuckles against my cutting cheek bone, seemingly admiring my face. "It's unfair how beautiful you are."
"What are you gonna do? Kiss me about it?" I make the first move.
He smirks.
"Thinking about it."
His eyes flicker between my eyes and my lips, and he's about to lean in when a voice interrupts.
"Cora." Tommy says as he walks up to us. "I'm going to head back to my office, I'll see you later to finish business, alright?"
"Yeah, just you?" I question, staring up at my best friend.
"Yeah, Arthur's pissed in the back room, thought I'd let you know, but everyone is still here." Tommy answers, giving my shoulder a squeeze.
"See yous." I sing, ready to turn back to my entertainment tonight.
"Bye." Tommy says and gives the handsome stranger a once over before leaning down to say something into my ear. I'm used to his teasing and he's used to my punches after, so I let out a huff, ready to hear what he has to say this time. "Careful, I've heard this one bites."
I look into his eyes with an annoyed look. "That's why I'm here."
Tommy lets out a quiet chuckle before wordlessly leaving the building, leaving me with the pretty boy.
Looking back at the stranger, I'm startled to find him wide eyed and inching away from me by the second.
"What?" I ask, taking a sip from my drink.
"That was... that was Thomas Shelby." He says, frozen.
"So?" I lift a perfectly arched eyebrow.
"He's a Peaky Blinder."
"So am I, yet you've been talking to me just fine." I state, knowing where this is going; this has happened way too many times recently.
People know of me but most people couldn't put a face to my name, which is why this happens a lot. I'm ready for the onslaught of rejection and a hint of terror.
"You're a Peaky Blinder?" He utters as if he can't believe it.
I nod.
"I've gotta, uh, go, have a nice evening but I must get going." He says and quickly gets off his stool to rush out of the room, practically tripping over his own feet.
Letting out a huff, I finish my drink before hopping off my stool to join everyone in the back room, everyone is more or less smashed, a slur of half hearted cheers go around room when I enter and it makes me smile. I sit down next to Finn, who offers me a cigarette, which I accept and light it up, tilting my head towards the ceiling showcasing the thin, long scar on my throat, I blow the smoke out, watching it billow towards the ceiling.
"Why are men so scared of me and Tommy?" I grumble.
"Because they know if they fuck up, either of you will rip their spleen out, darling." Polly comments, her slender fingers twitching her cigarette to drop off the ash. "Individually or together, doesn't matter." She adds.
"Match made in heaven... or hell, depends how you look at it." Michael states before downing his drink.
"How do you do it?" I ask Polly, taking a drag of my cigarette.
"Well, for starters, I'm not as ruthless as you and I guess I'm not attached to the hip with Thomas." She replies nonchalantly.
"What you need to do, right, Cora, is find a man who is handsome and can take a good punch." Arthur tells me and I raise an eyebrow at him. "Because whoever it is, he's gonna get punched by someone you know and by punched I mean shot."
"No one is bulletproof, Arthur." I say, not taking on his drunk advice.
"I am." John laughs.
"No, no you're fucking not." Finn retorts.
"How do girls not get scared of you guys?" I question, fiddling with my necklace. "On an extremely good day you guys can look intimidating and scary, how do you get girls?"
They all scoff at my teasing.
"Fuck off, alright." Arthur grumbles, knocking back another glass.
"The girls like the thrill. They come from a very traditional family and want a part of the danger but they also think they can change us." John answers my question seriously.
"Never fucking works though, does it?" Finn barks a laugh, nudging John.
We continue to chat for a while before I get bored and I'm still slightly pissed off about earlier, so I say my goodbyes not that anyone's really listening, too drunk to function so I slip out and step out into the brisk chilly streets of Birmingham.
Twisting and turning until I get to my destination, I open the door with the key I've had for literal years and brush my shoes off before stepping inside, closing the door behind me.
Making my way through the room, I wordlessly open Tommy's office, finding him sat at his desk going through paper work, cigarette in hand; he looks up, dropping his pen but goes back to his work.
"You're here earlier than I thought." He states, his tone light.
I huff, mad at him although I know it's not his fault.
"Same." I reply tightly, throwing my bag down into the little seating area in the corner of his office before I sit down in the chair opposite him.
"You don't have to be here, I can do this on my own, you know. I'm not forcing you to be here." Tommy replies in a sincere voice, taking a drag of his cigarette.
"I know, but no one wants me out there." I counteract, leaning back in my chair, a sour look on my face.
Tommy looks like he wants to ask but decides against it; he knows when I'll come around.
"Right, uh... so I talked to some connections and they said they know about the plans but are refusing to tell me any details, and I'm debating with either paying them a visit or selling their information." Tommy informs and just like that I'm back into business mode again, forgetting about my interaction from earlier.
Then we talk about business, business plans, plans for the future, and just random things whilst having a laugh.
As things are winding down, Tommy gets up to grab a drink from his own bar cart that he has in his office.
"Do you want one?" Tommy offers, looking over his shoulder at me.
"Sure." I accept and he gets another glass out, beginning to pour our drinks. I sink into my chair, rubbing my eyes as I let out a groan. I'm still bothered about earlier.
That guy just rubbed me the wrong way, it's happened plenty of times before tonight; I'm best friends with one the most notoriously dangerous person in the midlands, I guess tonight was just my breaking point.
If I saw him again, I wouldn't hesitate to send a few promises to him.
"Fuck, how come you can be a manwhore but I can't even get a single person to be interested in me for more than 20 minutes?" I question, accepting my glass from Tommy when he approaches me.
"Long enough to get the job done though." Tommy jokes, sitting down in the chair next to me, our feet hovering above one another where our legs are crossed. "I think it's a little thing called misogyny."
"Little thing my ass." I bitterly chuckle, taking a sip. "You're at fault for all this, by the way."
"The fuck did I do?" He asks with a light laugh, before taking a sip of his drink.
"You're the reason all these people get scared to either even approach me or go any further than some harmless flirting." I explain, tucking some hair behind my ear as I send him a look that only widens his smirk.
"Not my fault people are so delirious with terror when it comes to me." Tommy shrugs, placing his glass on the table beside his chair and he laughs at my disbelief.
"Yeah, because you definitely didn't put on a show at the garrison last month that we're still finding blood from." I roll my eyes fondly.
"Got to show my enemies what I'm capable of." Thomas brushes my words off. "And hey, it's not like you're innocent yourself. Didn't you destroy a guy's face so much they the police couldn't even identify him just a few days ago?" He teases, licking his lips.
"No, doesn't ring any bells." I shake my head.
"Funny, maybe that's why men are scared of you and won't approach you. I for one, am absolutely terrified of you." Tommy states, making me laugh knowing that's he's only half joking.
"Most people can't put name to my face so they generally don't know me, therefore it's your fault." I tell him, placing my drink on the matching side table next to me.
"Really?" He sighs
"Yes! Just earlier tonight I was talking to some guy and then you came along, Mr. I will cut someones ears off if they look at me, and you scared the bejeezus out of him, turned him into a puddle of foolery. Then I told him I'm connected to you and he freaked the fuck out, made an excuse to leave and he practically tripped over his own feet to get away from me." I reply grumpily, sitting up in my chair.
"Are you done?" Tommy asks, sending me a look.
"No, no I'm fucking not. I've not had sex in like 2 months, do you even know what that feels like? Most of the time it's not even me, it's you that scares them off!" I answer exasperated, watching him down the rest of his drink, placing the empty glass back on the table.
"No, I don't, actually. Why don't you just go outside of Birmingham for a fuck?" Tommy suggests, leaning forward on his knees.
"Fuck you. Mate, I've fucking tried and if we weren't literally sewn together that might work but everywhere I am, you are, vice versa. It's also such a faff to go all the way out or Birmingham for some dick that's probably mediocre. You ju---"
I'm cut off from my rant by Tommy's lips on mine.
I'm so confused and stunned by his actions that I don't know how to react. Freezing, I just sit there for a moment before I decide to kiss him back for a few moments before I pull back sort of abruptly, not in a big deal.
"What are you doing?" I question, searching his crystal clear blue eyes that are mere inches away from my face.
"If everyone else is so scared of me that they can't approach you, may as well take matters into my own hands." Thomas explains, and he gingerly cups my cheek, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone, his eyes soft.
I lean in closer to him, thinking over how this could play out, what it would do to our years long friendship.
It's no secret that we find each other attractive, we've said it to each other and everyone around us, but I can honestly say that nothing has ever happened between us. Two best friends that have expressed our admiration for each other.
I don't know if I want to ruin that.
Our friendship is incredibly strong and personal, I don't know if one steamy night could just throw that away.
My desire acts on it's own and as Tommy is searching my green eyes, I close the gap between us, moving in perfect sync with each other as I play with his hair and he squeezes my waist.
It's like I'm slipping into a trance and all I can think of is Tommy, I'm consumed with all things Tommy. This moment right now is making me feel lighter than air, I've got sparks on my stomach at how he's making me feel.
The burning need to be closer is killing me and it seems like Tommy is feeling the same as he uncups my cheek and places his hands on my waist, pulling me onto his lap.
Thomas agonizingly slowly trails his hand up my thigh, his fingertips grazing my exposed skin where my dress has risen up, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Tommy's hand comes in contact with the pocket knife stuffed into my stocking and he pulls away slightly, letting out a low throaty chuckle, "Classic Cora." He mumbles against my mouth, making me smile, and he pulls deadly weapon from my stocking, placing it on the table beside him. Giving my hip a momentary squeeze, Tommy swipes his tongue against my lip asking for entrance, parting my lips, his tongue meets mine and he begins to explore my mouth, seeing what gets a reaction from me.
His fingers find my precariously placed tied up hair, pulling the few pins out and then the hair tie, sending my thick, dark brown almost black curls cascading down my back, causing Tommy to let out a sound of appreciation and bury his fingers into my hair.
I don't usually have my hair down as it's easy to grab on to and it just feels more professional to have it up. I've also got so much of it that it gets in the way when I'm trying to work.
Disconnecting from Tommy I attach my mouth to his neck, leaving my mark. Tommy tilts his head, giving me space to find his sweet spot and he lets out a nice little moan as I set to work.
The pending feeling of his hand trailing my thigh is overwhelming and his fingertips approaching where I need him the most makes me pause, my bottom lip dragging up the skin of his neck.
"Do you want me to stop?" Thomas whispers into my ear, his pursed lips tugging at my earlobe.
"Fuck no." I consent, and his hand meets my underwear.
Beginning to confidently rub me through my underwear, I let out a shaky breath against Tommy's neck and I instinctively open my legs wider for him. His touch is as light as a feather, desperate for more friction, I grind on his fingers letting out a moan.
"Mm, sound so good for me." Tommy rasps, his teeth grazing the skin on my prominent collarbone. Moving my fancy lacy underwear to the side, without hesitation Tommy runs his fingers through my folds, collecting my wetness and bringing it up to my clit.
All I can do is bite my lip to conceal my moans.
Trailing my hand down his front until I meet is trousers and I begin to palm is growing semi, which makes him let out a groan.
I declare that as my favourite sound.
Suddenly in one swift motion, I'm moved off of Tommy's lap and placed right on the edge of his hardwood desk and he's standing right in front of me, his gorgeous blue eyes blown out, looking at me as if I were the only person in world, and he's hungry.
"You're really pretty." Tommy utters.
Before I can reply, Thomas captures my lips again in another sensual kiss that's full of tongue, noises of appreciation, and hands are roaming as we keep involuntarily grinding against each other.
Pushing his suit jacket off and watching it drop to the floor, Tommy's hands find the back of my dress, making quick work of undoing the expensive fabric, and pulling it off of me, leaving me in my lingerie that I definitely didn't plan on letting my best friend see tonight whilst he's in his trousers, crisp white shirt, and extortionate looking waistcoat.
"Wow." My best friend says, slightly out of breath, taking in my figure and how off guard and innocent I look.
Unlike the brutally violent and devious businesswoman I am.
"Unbelievable."
"Shut up and touch me." I chuckle bashfully, weirded out at how special he's making me feel.
I feel extremely exposed but in a weird way, I kind of like it.
Tommy smiles fondly and presses a series of short kisses to my mouth before I take hold of his lip, flicking my tongue against him, causing him to tighten his grip on me.
Disconnecting, Thomas kisses down my neck, leaving a mark or two on his way down, until he gets to my chest and I arch into him. Kissing my cleavage as he cups my right boob, his lips trail down my torso, leaving a trail of fire behind him.
Dropping down to his knees, Tommy takes hold of my hips pressing a gentle kiss below my belly button before he snaps open my garter one by one and effortlessly drags my stockings down my legs.
Grazing up my legs with his hands or mouth, Tommy after what feels like years pulls my panties down, throwing them out of sight, I watch as his eyes light up and if possible I feel even more exposed.
Flicking his eyes up to me, looking like he's asking for my consent, I brush my fingers through his hair and give him a subtle nod.
Burying his head between my thigh, Tommy licks a strip up my heat, making me let out a moan, and bury my fingers into his thick hair.
Leaning back onto his desk, Tommy pushes my thighs apart so he can get better access as he attaches his mouth so my core, sending me to all sorts of heaven.
"Fuck, Tommy." I whine, tugging at his hair as I arch my back.
"Let it out, we're here alone, scream my name, let me hear how much you want me." Tommy urges with a slight smirk.
Without any warning, Tommy pumps a finger into me and I conform to his wishes at that, not caring how loud I was being, I let his name fall from my lips along with my moans.
My legs shudder under his hand, he lapped at me as if I were his last meal, reveling in the sounds I was making, the sounds he was earning.
I was close and we both knew that, so Tommy speeds up his movements and adds another finger inside of me, curling up.
"Fuck, oh my god, Tommy, don't stop." I pant, tugging at his hair.
Tommy had me withering in moments, my fingers tugging at his hair which made him groan, only adding to the pleasure he was giving me.
"Fuck, I'm gonna---" I began which only spurred Thomas on, he sucked harder and pumped his fingers faster. My breathing hitched and shaky, breathy, and loud sounds left my lips as I clenched around him, my body shuddering from the orgasm he'd worked out of me.
He continues his motions making sure I'm done, then pulls his fingers out, standing up right, brushing some hair out of my face.
"Such a pretty girl." He whispers, eyeing my lips.
Tommy's thumb runs over my bottom lip and I open my mouth, he brings his fingers that were inside of me to my lips, and I stick my tongue out and he inserts his finger into mouth, letting me suck my juices off of his fingers; his eyes seemingly in a trance at how my mouth is working.
"Mm, just like that." He whispers.
Standing up to my full height, I guide Tommy to swap places with me and he's very much willing to do so, peppering kisses to his jaw before dropping to my knees, I innocently look up at him through my lashes, loving how he's so aware of all my movements and how he's like putty in my hands.
"May I?" I raise an eyebrow, digging my fingertips under his belt.
Tommy leans down and cups my jaw, pressing a deep kiss to my lips. "Of course."
I grin in delight and snatch a quick kiss as he begins to retreat.
Undoing his belt, I take that off and throw it away before undoing his button and pulling down his zipper. Palming him through his undone trousers, Tommy lets out a hitched breath, it's a barely there pressure, enough to feel something but no where enough as much as he like.
"Stop teasing." He groans, bracing himself on his desk and his knuckles are milky white from how hard he's holding on to his desk.
I chuckle darkly. "Tommy, I haven't even started."
Continuing my actions mixing up my pressure and pace as he throws his head back in annoyance.
Pulling him out of his underwear letting him spring free, Thomas groans when I grab him, making my mouth water. This sight alone could give me immense pleasure.
The sight of me on my knees in front of him, him practically fully clothed with his dick out, just calling out for me to suck, all whilst in the middle of his office.
With my best friend let alone.
I would love to tease him for hours but the overwhelming urge to hear Tommy moan, moan my name and pull my hair gets the best of me.
Tightening my grip on him, I wrap my lips around his tip that's already leaking precum, sucking lightly, which makes him throw his head back in pleasure.
"So pretty, such a pretty cock." I utter, licking his entire length and wrapping my mouth around him.
"Fuck, Cora." Tommy gasps, threading his hand in my hair to keep me there, and I let out a hum, causing him to tighten his grip on my hair as he lets out an estranged moan.
Taking as much as I possibly can into my mouth, I begin to work my magic, pumping whatever I can't with my hand whilst Tommy breathes heavily and lets out his moans above me.
The sight of him with his head thrown back as he moans my name whilst he half heartedly guides me with his hand, too lost in the pleasure to properly commits to it, is ingrained in my mind.
We're completely lost in the moment, right now it's just him and I, there's nothing else in our mind except lust and each other, and I'm alright with that.
"Oh my... fuck, I can't l---" Tommy cuts his pleasured rambling off and lets out a large breath before pulling me off of him. "I wanna finish inside of you." Tommy states breathlessly.
I wordlessly stand up, more than willing to conform to his needs and begin to undress him, his hands pulling off his clothes as fast as he can until he's completely stark naked in the middle of his office with his best friend.
Realising I've still got my bra on, I undo the back and pull the straps down, watching it fall the floor.
Tommy and I stand in front of each other, completely enamoured with each other, feeling extremely exposed but I like it.
"Gorgeous." Thomas whispers before pressing his lips to mine, gingerly holding my face in his hands.
Thomas guides me back a few steps to his desk and I prop myself upon it, as Tommy's hands roam.
Taking hold of himself, Tommy runs his tip through my dripping folds, the both of us letting out a shaky breath.
"You ready?" Tommy questions, tucking some hair behind my ears before pressing his forehead against mine.
"Mhm." I hum, running my hand down his back.
Capturing my lips in a quick kiss, Tommy lines himself up with my entrance and pushes in until he's done to the hilt.
"Fuck." We say in unison, making us breathe a chuckle.
Beginning to move his hips, Tommy buries his face in my neck, dragging his mouth wherever he pleases, exploring my skin. I hold the back of his neck, trying to stay afloat as my toes curl, and we're too far gone to care when expensive things fall from Tommy's desk.
***
"You should wear your hair down more often." Tommy tells me softly as he's propped up on his elbow looking down at me as I lie on my back, settling into the fairly large seating area Tommy has in his office.
"It's so long, it gets in the way." I pout, rubbing my eye.
"I like it." He sincerely says, picking up a lock and twirling it around his finger.
We're have gentle pillow talk without the pillows, just looking at each other in a different way as we lie in our underwear in the warm room, talking in quiet voices as if the whole world could hear us.
"I like your hair, very imaginative." I tease, combing his locks with my fingers.
"Rude." He grumbles, poking me in the side making me jerk as I let out a laugh.
"When you first get it cut it feels like velcro." I chuckle, making him grin.
"Yeah, I've just got the worst barber." Tommy smirks, playing with my fingers.
"Bitch." I laugh, ruffling his velcro like hair.
Every other Sunday Tommy sits in my kitchen letting me cut his hair as we bitch about business or just forgetting about work altogether.
"Talented at your craft but the most annoying barber I've ever met." He shakes his head, amused.
"I tell you each time, I don't mean to tickle your neck or catch your ear, it just happens." I defend myself, making him laugh.
"I don't mean to stab you, it just happens!" Tommy imitates me, making me poke him in the ribs which only makes him laugh harder. "If only people knew of your barbering skills and not your knife wielding skills, maybe they wouldn't be so scared of you."
"If only people knew of your sewing skills, they wouldn't be so scared of your gun ridden hand." I retort with a fond smile, looking up at how pretty he looks in this light, with the small matching fond smile of his face.
"Shh, or I'll tell people you are a professional at juggling." Tommy smirks, pushing some hair out of my face.
"Yeah, with knives, that's cool as fuck." I reply, passionate about my talent.
"Careful or we'll send you away to go to the circus." Tommy chuckles, pulling me in for a smiley kiss.
I've always been known to wake up really late, always the last one up, the last one to finish breakfast if at all, and always the last one out of the door in the morning. It's not that I stay out really late, I'm usually at home at a reasonable time, I cosy down in my homely home, and I just relax after the usually hectic day and yet I still wake up late.
Except today.
I wake up tangled in a mess of limbs, Tommy's arms wrapped around me and I suck in a breath, wishing on everything in the world that he doesn't wake up. Easily slipping out of his grasp, I sit on the edge of the large ottoman, rubbing my face before letting out a sigh.
I need to get dressed and be out of here before Thomas wakes up, I do not want to have the awkward conversation of the morning after.
Quickly and quietly, I put my dress back on, throw my hair up as I approach the window, pulling one of the slats down to see what it's like at this ungodly hour of 5 in the morning, the Sun is just starting to rise, highlighting the permanent haze of smoke above Birmingham.
Shoving my ankle boots on, I tug the zips up and tip toe towards the door so that my heels don't click against the wooden floors.
Closing the door behind me as silently as possible, I let out a big breath when I succeed and begin to walk out the building that I visit everyday.
I know I'm going to see Thomas again in just a few hours but hopefully we'll both be consumed in work to talk about what happened. God I hope no one will pick up on what happened.
I don't regret last night at all and I can say that with my whole chest but I also love my friendship with Tommy, and I hope one night of mind blowing, amazing sex won't ruin that.
I've no idea where we stand and that scares me.
That's my best friend, he'll always be my best friend.
Opening up the door to my house that I never got to see last night, I begin to tidy up a few things as I've got some time before I have to head into work. This is my haven, this is wear I escape work, I try not to bring business back here, this is my safe place so I have to have it clean.
Shoving an old newspaper into the bin, I begin to make a bite of breakfast and head into my bedroom whilst it cooks so I can get properly dressed.
Pulling my wardrobe open, brushing my fingers over the hangers until I find a suitable item a clothing; a navy blue dress that gives the illusion that it's off the shoulder but it's got a see through mesh-like material hanging from my shoulders with tiny multicoloured flowers embroidered into it, it's cinched at the waist but it's got a wavy extra bit of fabric above my chest, the length is slightly longer than I usually go for as it's inches shy from my ankles, whilst I usually go for just below the knee dresses but I like it.
Just about being able to do it up myself, I pick out some appropriate shoes with a tall heel as I'm surrounded by a lot of men so I hate being the shortest person in the room.
Plus Tommy is quite a bit taller than me and he always teases me for that, so I use my heel to either kick him in the shin or step on his toes.
Gently brushing through my hair to make sure it doesn't frizz up on me, I throw it up in an intricate low bun, leaving some large parts out to frame my face.
Going back downstairs to fetch my breakfast which I eat whilst I read this morning's paper, before I head out of the door.
***
"Well I'll say, this has got to be a first." Arthur laughs, leaning back in his chair as I enter the betting shop.
"Wow," Polly starts, looking at her watch bewildered. "Only 45 minutes late."
Even though I got up at the ass crack of dawn, I'm still late as I may or may not of got preoccupied with the book I've been reading recently and then I got caught up chatting with some people on my way over here.
"I usually expect to see you at around 10 or 11." John smirks, taking his cigar out of his mouth.
"What can I say? Don't get used to it." I say, my eyes flickering towards Tommy's office where he seems to be as of now and I can't help by think about last night.
"It's almost as if you're acting professional and playing by the rules." Polly sarcastically replies, hovering above Arthur.
"Never." I shake my head, placing my bag on my desk then hanging my long coat on the coat hanger.
"Tommy's in a bad mood, so watch out." John jokes, swinging in his chair.
"Really?" I raise an eyebrow, looking at him.
"Well, he's not really in any mood, he's just brooding in silence and doesn't want to interact or talk to anyone." Polly rolls her eyes,making her way over to her own work station. "Maybe you can sort him out." She adds, with a small smile.
Doubt it.
"I've gotta get my forms so I have to interact with him." I huff and brace myself as I open the door to his office, I've never knocked before so I'm not gonna start now.
"Good morning." Michael greets me, sitting in the chair that Tommy kissed me in.
"Morning." I say back, my eyes flicking up to Tommy who's not taking his eyes off of his work in front of him.
"Do you even know what this time of day looks like?" Michael teases, and I roll my eyes.
"Don't worry, Michael, she's been up for hours, I'm sure Cora loves the sunrise." Tommy states before I can even think of replying to Michael.
I glare at him as he leans back in his chair, lighting up his cigarette not even looking at me.
If he wants to be hostile, I can always beat him at that.
"Practically pulled an all nighter, was busy with a piece of work." I tell Michael but my words are aimed at Tommy, and I'm right because Tommy can be a piece of work when he wants to be.
Tommy just exhales his smoke and looks at me devoid of any emotion as I refuse to look at him.
"Should've asked for a hand, I'd of been more than willing." Michael says, completely oblivious to Tommy and I's quips.
"No, couldn't do that to you." I wave him off. "Anyway, I only came in here to get my forms." I say, finally looking at Tommy in the eyes, waiting for him to give them to me as they're in his drawer.
He just stares at me, his cigarette burning in his hand, seeming like there's a million words in his head that he wants to say yet absolutely thoughtless at the same time.
"Run along then, Michael." Tommy says as he hands Michael a file, which Michael wordlessly takes and exits the room.
Letting out a huff, I walk around his desk and crouch down next to him to open his bottom drawer.
"You're a twat, Tom." I grumble, grabbing the wad and standing up.
"No what you were saying la---" Tommy gets cut off by me slamming the stupid forms on his desk and the grabbing his own gun from his holster and pressing it below his jaw as I hold his throat, pushing him back in his chair.
"Finish that sentence, I dare you." I prompt him, looking at his slightly taken aback eyes. "You know I'll do it."
He stays silent, clearly picking up on my vibe.
Putting pressure on my hands one last time before throwing his gun into his lap, gathering what I came in here for and leaving his office.
Tommy and I bicker all the time, disagree on extremely menial stuff but we only properly argue very occasionally but we always come around in the end because despite everything we love each other but god can we get on each other's nerves.
Not that I'd call that an argument, that was just a warning.
"We knew you weren't a morning person but fuck Tommy must've pissed you right off." Arthur laughs, as he chalks some stuff up on the big blackboard.
"More than you'll ever know." I grumble, and begin to get to work.
***
As the Sun sets, people start clearing out of the building as they finish their work, singing or grumbling a goodbye over their shoulder as they go home to their family or lonesome house. I could only dream of clocking out as I've still got a load of work to do and not even the kind I like, it's all admin and menial things that need to be done but I wouldn't consider it fun by any means.
It's kind of nice in a funny sort of way, it's dark outside and the lights are on illuminating the room with a soft glow, there's a slight patter of rain on the windows and it's just relaxing and quiet.
It's giving me a moment with my mind to think things over as I pretty much work on autopilot.
I know Tommy is still here, I can see him through the glass doors to his office, clearing extremely concentrated on whatever he's doing; I wonder if his mind keeps drifting back to what we did on his desk just last night.
I don't what to say to him, he's giving me the cold shoulder, refuses to talk to me unless it's necessary, and I just don't know where we stand. I don't know what I want to come from last night, I'm really happy with where we are right now and although I had - arguably - the best sex of my life last night, not much can come between our friendship.
I felt something that night, Tommy made me feel so special and like I was the most important person in the world to him, and I couldn't deny that those feelings.
Letting out a sigh, I drop my pen and grab a cigarette, placing it between my lips before I search for my matches. Striking a match, I tilt my head back and as I'm bringing the flame to my cigarette my eyes catch Tommy leaning against the doorway to his office, staring at me.
I pause for a moment before lighting my cigarette and waving the match out as I exhale.
"You look really pretty when you concentrate." Tommy states and if there were another person in here I don't think I would of been able to hear him.
"I don't do it often so you're welcome." I reply, never one to take compliments. "But thanks." I bashfully add.
"We both know that's not true." Tommy smiles ever so slightly.
"You look really pretty when you smile." I reply, taking a drag from my cigarette.
Tommy steps down the few steps and approaches me.
"Cora... what's going on?" Tommy asks, turning the chair beside me around so he can sit on it backwards, his arms folded on the backrest.
I look down, not sure what to say or where to look or how to react.
"I don't... I don't know." I say quietly, almost ashamed to admit. I'm always in control of a situation, I know the ins and outs but this time I have no idea where I stand, what's going on and I'm definitely not in control; neither of us are.
"Do you regret it?" He questions and I look at him properly.
"No, I don't. I can honestly say that I don't regret it." I answer sincerely, and a shimmer of relief speeds across his eyes. "Do you?"
"No. It was great and you don't regret great things." Tommy replies after a few moments, watching me stub out my cigarette. "But... I was hurt that you left before I woke up." He hesitantly adds, as if he doesn't know how to put his words together.
Neither do I.
Looking around the room as I try to gather my words, I can feel his bright blue eyes boring into my side and its quite unnerving.
"I didn't know what to say to you. Tommy, you're my best friend, you have been since year 9, we've gone through so much together and I can always rely on you ---you've always just been my best friend. Then suddenly when I get rejected by some twat who's scared of either women in general or the fact that you are my best friend and you decide to kiss me and then things escalate, things change. For good or for bad I don't know." I try to just put some of my thoughts into words.
"You could've left a note, woke me up if you really needed to go, silently got dressed with me and then we parted ways, anything... anything other than wordlessly leaving. Everything stopped, I slept a full night, I didn't have any messy dreams, I woke up rested, then when I saw you weren't there with me, none of that mattered anymore." Thomas explains with a small shrug, his eyes burning for a conclusion, a cohesive answer, anything.
"Only because you had company, female company no doubt." I state, sending him a tired look. His face is illuminated by the standing lamp behind me, highlighting his slight frustration, hurt, and confusion.
"No, I'm almost 100 percent sure it's not just female company. When I got back from fighting and I was having my night terrors, I'd call you up and you'd come sleep in my bed, and you'd help me fall asleep again and at least help with my dreams. When I was using you'd demand that we share a bed because you knew that I knew that you hated it. You've always helped me sleep." Tommy insists, leaning forward in his chair.
"I was just being a good friend, Tom."
"I'm not asking you to be my girlfriend or to marry me, I'm just saying I sleep better with you around. I don't know what I want to come out from this or where we stand but please promise that at the end of the day we'll always be best friends." Tommy pleads, grabbing my hand, clasping it with both of his.
"We'll always be best friends, Thomas. No matter how mad I am at you or you at me, I'll always be there for you." I assure, squeezing his hand with a small smile. "I hate not being in control, my whole life I've always been in control, had a grip on things, and just knew the ins and outs of every situation, then suddenly I don't it scares the living hell out of me, Tom. I don't know how to react."
"I'm not asking you to, I'm just as confused and lost as you are, I don't know where we stand or how to be normal again." Tommy says, his eyebrows raised. "I don't know what I want to come from this, but I know I'll always want you around."
"Same, always." I tell him, looking deep into his eyes. "I've gotta go, Tommy, I'll see you tomorrow." I lie, I've still got a load of work to do but if Tommy keeps looking at me like he is now, I'm not going to be able to make it out of here without my hair a mess.
Standing up, I push my chair back in and take a step away before Tommy says something.
"You can't keep running from your problems."
I pause, turning to look at him.
"Sorry?"
"You can't keep running away from things that you can't solve in 5 minutes." Tommy expands, looking up at me. He looks uncertain, as if he doesn't know how I'll react.
Keeping my gaze on his for a split second more before I swiftly bend down to press my lips against his, cupping his cheek. He seems surprised and stills for a moment then eagerly kisses me back, his hand also on my cheek.
We kiss for a few more moments until I pull back slightly, our faces inches away. "Watch me." I whisper, looking into his stormy sea of blue eyes, and my eyes flicker down to his lips before I stand up to my full height.
Taking a step back to make my move out of here but Tommy suddenly stands up straight and grabs my hand before I can escape and pulls me into him, immediately cupping my face with his soft hands and softly crashes his mouth to mine.
Without any hesitation I kiss him back, wrapping my arms loosely around his neck as I slowly relax into him. Tommy pulls me impossibly close to him, feeling every contort of his body, his hands steadily trail down my back as I work my mouth against his.
Once again, Tommy pulls my hair out of my hairband, letting my wild locks bounce free around my back. He buries his fingers into my curls whilst his other hand wonders, feeling my waist, hips and ass.
I press my hips against his and he leans against the nearest desk, he lets out a moan at the feeling of my hips and I take advantage of that so my tongue can get reacquainted with his.
Last time it was slow, hesitant touches, taking our time but this time it's eager, fast moving, and hungry.
I let out a moan when Tommy flicks his tongue against mine, completely lost in the moment; I can feel that I'm losing myself in him, his touch, his mouth, his mind. Disconnecting, Tommy attaches his mouth to the sensitive skin on my neck, dragging his lips up to the sweet spot below my ear.
The fast that he knows that fact sends me reeling over something so silly and simple, but it wakes me up.
Immediately I push myself off of him, taking a few shaky steps back with wide eyes. He looks shocked, his blown out eyes shining in concern, and he takes a step towards me.
"Co---"
"No." I shake my head. "We can't do this, I need to leave." I blurt out and make an exit, not bothering to pick up my coat on the way out as Tommy calls after me, but I slam the door on him, blocking out his voice that's always been comforting for me.
***
"Turns out it was just a fluke then." Polly teases, lighting up a cigarette as I enter the building.
"Seems like it." I agree, glancing at the clock, seeing it reads 10:45.
"Who's this raven haired beauty walking in?" A familiar voice asks, and I look to my left to see Ada proudly sitting on the closest desk to me.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, not being able to help the grin on my face as I approach her, pulling her into a quick hug.
"Thought I should come up as I haven't seen everyone in a while, and you even longer." Ada explains, and it's true as the last time she came up I was busy visiting my family that live down south.
"Well, it's great to see you again. Did you bring Karl?" I question, and as I'm looking at her I can't help the guilt that tugs at me as I slept with her brother just a few nights ago.
"Yeah, he's busy making a mess in Tommy's office with Finn." She answers, folding her arms.
"I'm sure he'll look forward to finding that." I smirk. "Is Tommy here by the way?" I ask curiously, hanging my bag up along with my coat, next to the coat I left here last night when I made a hasty exit.
"No, something happened at The Garrison or something and he had to go sort that out." Ada informs me, sending me a quizzical look when I let out a sigh of relief.
"Michael said someone got too rowdy and fired some shots at someone, no ones seriously hurt but Tommy went to go sort it out." Polly says, walking towards us creating a trio.
"When did your hair get so long?" Ada asks fascinated, her slender fingers coming up to grasp a few loose curls.
"I've not seen you without your hair up in what? Two years, maybe?" Polly comments, also looking at my hair.
"I just didn't have time this morning to do it, rolled out of bed, parted it and left." I tell her, running my hand through it.
"Didn't have the time? It's nearly 11 o'clock and you're only just strolling into work." Ada exclaims with a laugh.
"It took me ages to get to sleep, and I need my 8 hours." I retort, the reasons I couldn't get to sleep need to remain a secret.
Her damn brother.
"And just because you're you Tommy won't get mad. If any of us are more than 20 minutes late, Tommy will act like a child." Polly roll her eyes.
"How do you do it?" Ada asks genuinely.
Suck his dick apparently.
"I simply just show him my knife and he does whatever." I joke, with a smirk. "Hey, it's not like you have to be here at 8 or 9 on the dot, you're all founders of this company, you have just as much of say as that dumb fuck."
"True, but you can't deny that Tommy will throw a fit if we're late, where as you..."
"What can I say? Shelbys love me." I tease and leave the room.
It's just pushing 3 pm when Tommy walks into the room again, the first time I'm seeing him since I freaked out last night. It's been a busy and chaotic day so far, people coming in and out, I had to go deal with someone who wasn't paying up which got a bit messy, then I had to catch up on all the things I didn't do yesterday after leaving prematurely, and to do that with a messy head on top of that is difficult.
Tommy searches the room as he continues to walk through the room until he finds me. "You, my office." He points his finger at me and then towards his office doors.
"No?" I shake my head, quirking my eyebrows.
"It's fucking business that's all." Tommy huffs from across the room, giving me a slight glare before looking down and heading towards his office.
Pushing my chair out, I let out an even bigger huff than Tommy's and stand up, meeting him at his office doors. Our eyes flicker over each other extremely briefly before he opens his door and lets me enter first.
We both stop short at the sight of a man sitting in the chair opposite Tommy's desk.
"Who's that?" I whisper to Tommy, neither of us taking a step further.
"Mr Parsons, wants business with us." Tommy briefly tells me before moving forward. "Good afternoon, Mr Parsons."
"Ah! Good afternoon, not that good in a place like this." Mr Parsons states, looking up at Tommy as he goes to sit in his desk chair.
"Good afternoon." I greet and sit down in the chair next to him.
"Oh, a woman, a pretty woman that is." He comments with a weird smile of his face.
I send a quick look to Tommy who looks just as speechless as I am. "Thank you, business --- what can we do for you?"
Ever since I joined The Shelby Company Limited all those years ago Tommy's always asked me to join in with meetings. Not entirely sure why if I'm honest, he's always said and I quote 'you give me a level headed opinion', whatever that means.
"I need protection, I've recently moved to this shithole and I've heard that you so called Peaky Blinders are the best people for the job." Mr Parsons states, intertwining his fingers over his chest.
Tommy and I share a look at his choice of words.
"What do you need protecting?" Tommy questions, leaning back in his chair.
As Mr Parsons answers Tommy's question in his unique way of vocabulary, I take a good look at him. He's probably at the higher end of middle-aged, a full head of black hair growing white, a rather slim and tall build, well dressed, a thin greying moustache, and a sinister smile. He's not unattractive but there's something just off about his face.
"We will definitely look into that, Mr Parsons, we'll need to assess the situation ourselves first." Tommy says, gesturing with his hands.
"This pretty lady, I hope of course." He gives me a grin, and I grip the arms of the expensive chair to stop myself from showing him what I really think of him.
"No." Tommy bluntly tells him. "My brother will."
"That's a real shame." Mr Parsons sighs and looks at me as if I were his last meal on earth. "I must say, I think it's really great that you have so many women working for you."
"First of all," Tommy starts, leaning back in his chair and lights a cigarette, "They work with me, and secondly if you weren't so creepy and weird, you'd not speak of women as if they're a rare breed of dog."
Mr Parsons takes no notice of Thomas, just keeps his smile as his green eyes take me in, making my skin crawl. If the circumstances wear different and we were in a different environment I'd of either punched the guy in the face or threatened to do something worse by now, but because this is business and he could be important, I can't.
I lead forward in my chair to be closer to him despite my whole body screaming no. "You're coming on a little strong."
"That's just the way I act with beautiful women. A good one only comes around once and a while and you have to snap them up real fucking quick." He replies, with a wink, looking proud of himself.
"And you think it's working?" Tommy sasses and I stifle a chuckle, pursing my lip to conceal my smirk.
"I know it's working." He states over confidently, which even if I were into him, that would be a big turn off.
Like Tommy, he has a certain confidence about him but it's not stifling, big headed, or cocky, it's subtle, he demands it without verbally demanding it, and it's attractive.
Ew, since when did I use my best friend as a model of what is hot and not?
"Business, Mr Parsons, we're here for business." I remind him, sending him a stern look.
"See." Mr Parsons smirks at Tommy, and I roll my eyes as Tommy just stares straight through him, his cigarette seemingly forgotten as it burns in his fingers. "My business need protecting because I've made a few enemies in my year, and people like trying to tear me down."
"Wonder why." I mumble in a huff.
"What was that, sweetheart?"
"Oh nothing, just talking to myself, nothing for you to worry about." I wave him off, throwing a glare at him I how intrusive he's being.
"Anything that concerns your gorgeous mind is my concern, darling." Mr Parsons states softly before he grabs my hand that was dangling off of the arm of my chair.
I throw my head back in annoyance; I'd give anything to show this bitch my knife. I pull hand back, wanting to wash hands immediately.
"Why should we give you our protection?" Tommy asks, raising an eyebrow, taking a drag from his cigarette.
"Because, you clearly need it." Mr Parsons says, taking his eyes off of me from practically looking through my clothes to look at Tommy straight in the eyes.
Tommy abruptly gets up and rounds his desk towards me, he nods his head for me to get out of my chair, which I do and Tommy places his hand on my waist as we switch places to me sitting in his chair opposite Mr Parsons to Tommy sitting next to him, I can feel Mr Parsons' eyes on my body as I move. Tommy leans forward in his new chair, looking deep into Mr Parsons' eyes.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He questions, looking scary but it's kinda hot and to be honest, I'm slightly turned on.
"You live in a place like this, it's pretty self explanatory." Mr Parsons replies, crossing his leg over the other.
"I choose to live here, you don't have a choice." Tommy points out, clearly knowing more about him than I do.
"If that's what you want to believe, sure." He chuckles, throwing his head back.
"I'm not accustomed to being spoken to like that, especially not in my own fucking office." Tommy states, shaking his head slightly.
"What? No one been brave enough?" He chortles. "I've always been---"
"No one's seen the next morning after." Thomas cuts him off bluntly, and Mr Parsons stills for a moment.
This is such a dangerous and tense moment yet all I can do is keep my eyes locked on Tommy and all I want in the world right now is a repeat of the other night.
"I'm here to make a deal, Mr Shelby."
"Fine, give me your proposition." Tommy says, leaning back in his seat.
"50 percent of what I can--- no, will bring into The Shelby Company." Mr Parsons states with no remorse.
"And how do you expect to do that?" Tommy practically almost laughs, and I bite my lip to stop my guffaws coming out.
"With my business. If you protect me and people know that we're in bed together, you'll get even more people coming to you, you won't know where to put all the money." He answers, clearly delusional.
"Anything more you want from your so called deal?" Tommy asks, raising an eyebrow.
"A night with the girl."
We both freeze at that, both of us not believing that he just said that.
Tommy's always been protective of me, especially with people like this. I can even remember when I'd get people a year or two above me in school hitting on me or flirting with me, Tommy would always put them in their place and then ask if I was okay.
Yet at the same time, he knows to give me space and when I'm at my breaking point. He knows I don't like being smothered and accommodates for that.
"She's off the fucking table, untouchable." Tommy states with no hesitation or room for arguing. "Get the fuck out of my office." He shakes his head.
"I said sh---"
"Out." I push and he turns to look at me, his eyes widening at the sight of a gun pointed at his head.
"Yo---"
"Out." I push and pull the slide back.
He wordlessly gets up and Tommy and I escort him out as he swears a storm, slamming the door after himself.
Tommy and I stare at each other, alone since last night.
We both act on our own accord as I'm suddenly pressed against the wall, with Tommy's mouth on mine. I grip the back of his neck, my nails tickling his skin as Tommy pins me against the wall with his hips whilst his hands grip whatever he can.
Tommy wastes no time letting his tongue get reacquainted with mine, and I let out a moan at the feeling.
Last time it was soft, gentle, and slow, this time though, this time it's a lot more heated, passionate, and rougher.
"Jump." Tommy mumbles against me, and I do so, wrapping my legs around him as his hands go to my ass to get a steady grip on me.
I can tell he's holding back, almost as if he's refraining himself
"You can be rougher with me, by the way. I'm not made of glass." I quietly tell him, tracing his face with my fingers as we search each others eyes.
"Yeah?" He raises an eyebrow. "How rough?"
"We could set up a safe word?" I suggest.
"Like what?"
"Juggle?"
Tommy laughs before he presses his forehead against mine. "That works."
***
"What the fuck was that?" Tommy asks shocked, trying to catch his breath as his hand trails down the bare skin on my back.
"I don't know but oh my god." I shake my head, resting my forehead on his shoulder.
"This needs to be a regular occurrence, it's too good not to be." Tommy states, throwing his head back in his leather desk chair.
"Definitely." I agree, beginning to catch my breath.
I pull back, looking at Tommy who looks at me with hooded eyes and a small genuine smile, seemingly in a daze; we both are.
"You look pretty like this, no walls up, exposed and genuine." Thomas tells me softly, pushing some hair out of my face before quickly yet gently brushing his lips against mine.
"You're only saying that because I'm naked on top of you." I retort, beginning to have feeling in my legs again after riding him in his chair.
"I've always thought your were the most gorgeous person in the world, you know that, fuck, everyone knows that." He says and my stomach turns into liquid heat.
"Stop." I bashfully reply, burying my face into his neck as he breathes a laugh, continuing to stroke my back.
"You're so cute." He chuckles, kissing the side of my head.
"I've gotta get back to work, as much fun as this was, I like making money." I state, swiftly sliding off his lap and searching for my clothes that are strewn about the room somehow.
"So, what do you think we should do about Mr Parsons?" Tommy asks me, watching me fasten the back of my bra.
"You're not considering doing business with him are you?" I raise an eyebrow at him.
"No, fuck no." He shakes his head, getting up out of his chair to also get dressed. "Can't just let him come out of here with no repercussions."
"Probably just scare him, he didn't necessarily do anything, was just extremely unprofessional and disrespectful." I give him my two cents, before slipping my thick and dark jumper over my head. "But if there's anything that needs blowing up, you know where to find me."
Tommy chuckles as he buttons his shirt up.
"Of course." He nods with a smile, watching me slip into my skirt. "I'll send Finn his way."
"Terrifying." I smirk, finding it hard to believe that the boy I watched grow up could be intimidating.
"You seemed scared of him when he knocked on the door." Tommy teases, brushing his hip against mine as he walks past me.
"Well obviously, you had me up against the wall he was on the other side of; anyone could've caught us." I retort, looking in a mirror to sort my hair out as Tommy seems to have a fascination with it.
"Oh, so you're ashamed of me now are you?" Tommy asks, a teasing glint to blue eyes.
"Yeah, you're my dirty little secret." I laugh, before tying my shoes up.
Tommy tilts his head back to laugh as he slips his blazer back on, both of us looking put together again as if we didn't just have mind blowing sex.
"I'm going to have to kick you out of my office if you're going to speak to me like that." Tommy states, as we both near the door.
"We should really stop fucking on here. Next time my house." I tell him, looking up at him and the funny bright look in his eyes.
"Oh, so their is going to be a next time?" Tommy smirks with a raised eyebrow, look in proud of himself.
"You know as well as I do that there's going to be a next time." I send him a knowing look and he subtly licks his lips, looking pleased. "Can't get rid of you Shelbys if I tried."
Tommy laughs and presses a quick smiley kiss to my lips, "Don't ever change."
That's the start of an extremely natural, fulfilling, fun and sensual relationship. Nothing really changed within our friendship, only that we see each other naked a lot more.
It's definitely brought us closer together. We were extremely close before everything happened but now it feels like we've gotten to a new level, definitely a more intimate level but we're closer than ever before.
It kinda feels like we should've been messing around the whole time, it feels silly that we weren't. What we've got is so much fun and honestly it's a nice stress reliever at the end of the day.
It doesn't feel like we're tarnishing our years long friendship, this feels natural and free flowing.
No one knows, we made that a strict rule. We always try to mess around in the privacy of our own homes, but sometimes when it's late and everyone's gone home we can help ourselves or if tensions get high throughout the day.
I'm pretty sure no one knows. When this all started Ada was visiting and we were slightly sloppy with our secrecy, and she kinda cornered Tommy and I at different times but we got away with it as she never mentioned it again. After that we got our act together and any suspicion that was around died.
It's relatively unexpected from us, although we've expressed our attraction and admiration for each other to other people, we've always said we'd never act on it or that it was even possible to feel anything but appreciation for each other.
I've always joked that it'd be awful to be in a relationship with Tommy and that I'd hate to wake up to him everyday.
We also have another rule to not fall in love, which I laughed at when Tommy asked me to not fall in love with him, and then I told him to not flatter himself.
It's been kinda exciting sneaking around with Tommy. I feel like I'm hiding the resident bad boy of the town from my parents, but in this case it's one of the most dangerous people in the country and I'm sneaking around in front of his family, friends, and co-workers.
We generally don't really see each other outside of work besides on the Sundays that he comes over to my house to get his hair cut. Almost everyday we spend a lot of time together when everyone's gone home or ended their work day, we work together a lot, and I guess we see each other at the pub a lot; but to see each other outside of those premises isn't often. I occasionally go to Thomas' house but not by choice, only if he needs me there or there's a crises or an event going on but if I'm honest I don't like his house, which I've told him before and he always laughs at me because of it.
I love my flat in the heart of Small Heath and you couldn't get me out of their if you tried. I've lived there for years and it's my own place to call home. I could easily afford a house like Tommy's but you'd have to kill me to get me out of my flat.
In recent times, my house has sort of become his residence as he's spent so much time here recently. It's not just sex, we'll sometimes go to my house after work or after some evening entertainment, have a meal or just talk which leads to sex, and then half the time Tommy will stay the night; which leads to us having to sneak into work together without raising any suspicions.
Like now, it's honestly too often you'd find Tommy in my bed the morning after as the sun is beginning to shine through my bedroom windows, talking in quiet voices and having a few laughs.
Letting out a soft laugh at Tommy, I rub my hand over my face wake myself up a little bit more.
It's well into the morning, Tommy and I are lying in my bed, surrounded by sun spots that are pouring through my worn French windows, the Birmingham bustle is in full swing a few floors below us that we can hear small swings of from the window that is just slightly open, yet it's calm and quiet in this plant ridden room.
Just our quiet voices as if we were confessing our darkest secrets with the occasional stranger's shouty voice drifting through the window, and soft touches like we're handling a rare and ancient piece of history.
"Do you miss it?" Tommy asks as we're going through old memories.
"I miss my only worries being if Matthew Kennedy liked be back or not and being young and carefree, but I also love my life right now." I reply.
"Oh yeah, you planned out your wedding, how many kids you were gonna have and everything." Tommy laughs, his eyes glazed over as he thinks back to simpler times.
"It was gonna be outside with as many flowers as possible and we were gonna have 3 children, twin girls and a boy." I chuckle along with him, looking up at the crisp white ceiling. "But it turned out he was a shit kisser and only wanted to see my bed."
"I can still remember the black eye you gave him for that." Tommy grins, almost proudly.
"Deserved it, knob." I shake my head as he snickers before pulling me into him with the arm under me, curling me into his side, leaving the cracked open window to tickle my bare back with soft gusts of air.
"You're so violent." Tommy mumbles, pressing a gentle kiss to my hairline.
"Only to those that deserve it, which is a lot." I explain, before looking up at him. "So I can see how you got confused in perceiving me as a violent person, it's okay, Tom."
He send me an annoyed look as his fingers trace my back.
"You're so annoying, I've never met someone who annoys me so much." Tommy shakes his head, but despite his words his fingers stay consistent in tracing my back, running over my scars and smooth skin.
"You love it." I grin up at him.
All he does is grunt in response.
We lapse into a comfortable silence, with my head rested on his shoulder and my body pressed against his side whilst he has his arm wrapped around me, almost sending me to sleep again with his soft hands tracing my body.
"I can't believe you took a bullet for me." Thomas breaks the silence, running his fingers over the scar in my back.
"Only by accident." I reply, still slightly pissed off, making Tommy chuckle.
"Well if you hadn't moved I'd be dead." He states, looking up at the ceiling and easy smile on his face.
"And to think that you thought I was joking when it happened and you laughed." I shake my head, not being able help my smile.
I still remember that day as clear as ever.
We were outside the betting den with Arthur and Michael and I went to give Tommy a hug before I said goodbye and left but as we went to embrace each other I got a bullet straight into the back. I originally crashed into him and he thought I was joking before I crashed to the floor and my blood soaked my flowery blouse, that's when the laughter died.
"I said I was sorry!" Tommy claims, sounding anything but sorry. "I took care of you in the end though."
"You tripped as you entered the door, you knob!" I counteract, remembering how I was losing blood rapidly soaking his shirt, and as I was in his arms I laughed when he tripped nearly falling over.
"I was only trying." Tommy pouts, brushing his knuckles against my shoulder.
"Thank you." I breathe a small laugh before pressing a feather like kiss to his collarbone.
"You're not welcome." He jokes, before grabbing his first cigarette of the day.
Rolling out of his arms and onto my side of the bed, I do the biggest stretch known to man along with a loud and long groan. When I open my eyes, Tommy's giving me a look which I only grin at to annoy him, laying my head on my folded forearms as I lie on my stomach; I can't help but sigh as all I want to do I stay in the bed all day, preferably with him, not that I'd ever tell him that.
"Want one?" Tommy asks, offering his cigarettes to me.
"You know I don't smoke before 11." I tell him.
"I still don't get why." He shakes his head, exhaling the smoke.
"Habit." I shrug, knowing that it doesn't make any sense but I still do it anyway.
Running my fingers through my hair, I glance at my wardrobe, knowing that I should get ready sooner than later. Shuffling up onto my knees, I make my way over to Tommy's side of the bed as my wardrobe is situated on the left side of the room, I swing my leg over his, taking a brief pew on his thighs.
"You need your hair cut." I note, combing through his slight bed-head hair with my slender fingers.
"I know, but someone keeps putting it off." Tommy drawls, sending me a brief look be for he taps off the ash from his cigarette.
"It's not my fault that you come over to do it but you end up doing me instead." I chuckle, and he smiles.
"What can I say, it's just more fun."
I roll my eyes with a fond a smile before I go to get off Tommy's lap and venture out of this unbelievably comfortable bed but Tommy stops me by placing his hands on my hips, locking me in place.
"Yes?" I raise an eyebrow.
Tommy presses his lips against mine, pulling me in for a sensual, gentle morning kiss which leaves me breathless and wanting more. So much more. His touch is softer than ever as he cups my face in one hand and trails the other over the skin of my waist.
"That's all." Tommy shrugs, brushing his nose against mine with a small smile.
I mirror his smile and capture his lips one last time before I finally get out of bed, making my way over to my wardrobe and pull both doors open, my eyes darting over the hangers.
Picking out a dark dress with bright coloured flowers that has slight and subtle bell bottom sleeves, I shimmy into that before I make my way across the room to look out the window.
"Aw, it looks like it's going to rain." I frown, closing the window.
Tommy puts out his cigarette and gets out of bed, joining me at the window. "When doesn't it?"
"True," I shrug, then turn my back to Tommy. "Can you do me up?"
"Mhm." He hums and begins to do the buttons of my dress up.
"Thank you." I flash him a grateful smile and make my way over towards my vanity to do my make up as Tommy starts to change into one of the handful of suits that he leaves at my house.
This has sort of become the norm for us, Tommy spends the night, we spend a little too much time in bed in the morning until we ultimately have to get ready do the day and we have some banter whilst we get dressed and ready, the friendly banter is usually halted with kisses that make me feel warm inside as well as make my toes curl which always throws me off with how we can go from being best friends to acting like a couple in seconds.
I guess we are called friends with benefits.
Then we go downstairs and I make him breakfast, we talk about anything that's going on around us, business or people before our day starts and as soon as my front door swings open, we resort back to being best friends like we've always been, as if the night before didn't happen.
It didn't start like that.
At first it was strictly just sex. He'd only stay for a couple hours unless I really wore him out and he'd stay the night as much as he didn't particularly want to. We were kind of keeping it a secret from ourselves, reserving it strictly for behind closed doors, you wouldn't of suspected a thing; we slowly began moving forward, we stayed the night more, touches weren't just for nightfall anymore, and we knew where we stood with each other.
We don't refrain from showing each other affection anymore. Before this all happened Tommy and I would go through phases of giving each other affection but now it's different. I'd place a lot of money down for a bet to see if Tommy could walk past me without brushing his hand over my waist or back; he just subconsciously does it every time.
Sometimes there are moments where Tommy will be speaking with someone across the room or there's a family - even though I'm not family - meeting, and all I wanna do is just kiss him.
"You look nice." Tommy comments, coming up behind me as I'm putting some earrings in in front of my vanity mirror, bowing down to look at what I'm doing.
"Thank you." I reply as Tommy wraps his arms around my waist and leans down to press his chin to my shoulder blade, looking at me through the mirror. "You look alright."
Tommy flashes me a boyish smile before pecking the skin showing through the little triangle cut out in the back of my dress.
***
"See you tomorrow." I send Polly a smile when she makes her way out of the workplace.
"Bye, love." She mirrors my smile and closes the door behind her, leaving just a few Peakys peaking around.
Casting my eyes back to my desk, I carry on with my important task at hand before it swallows me whole.
As time goes by I sink further into my chair, the lights get softer as more people leave and my workload goes down. A loud groan disrupts my flow and it sounds like it's coming from Tommy's office.
Pushing my chair out, I head over Tommy's way not bothering to knock and I find him leaning back in his chair, looking stressed and defeated. His head whips up to look at me, his hard eyes softening when he sees it's just me.
"Why's it so dark in here?" I raise an eyebrow, noting the few lamps that are on in here, casting the room in a subtle orange glow when I walk towards him.
"Hurts my eyes." Tommy grumbles and I round his desk, taking a seat on his lap, his hand grazing my ass in the process.
"What's got you so gloomy?" I enquire, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw, feeling some tension release from his body as he settles into me.
"Just so much to do, so little time." Tommy replies with a soft sigh, placing his hand on my thigh and with his other hand he brushes some hair that got caught on my lipstick before he settles it around me.
"Seems that's how life's going these days." I mumble softly, sweeping the hair off of Tommy's forehead, causing him to close his eyes momentarily. "You should be careful not to overwork yourself, Tom. You make shit decisions when you're tired."
"What can I say? You tire me out." Tommy says with a fond smirk and slightly hooded eyes.
"You're a piece of work, got to put you to bed somehow." I fire back, matching his smirk.
Pressing my lips to the sensitive skin on his neck, working my way up towards his sharp jawline, Tommy lets out a satisfied sigh, beginning to properly relax. Connecting our lips in a sweet and short kiss, Tommy squeezes my thigh as I kiss him one time, two times, three times before going back to his neck.
"Mr Shelby?" Someone calls from behind the closed door with a hesitant knock.
We're too far gone to really care who it is or what they want so Tommy sighs and grants them entrance as I continue to work my magic on him. In comes a new lower ranked Peaky Blinder who's eyes widen at the sight of us, which it would be shocking to see us right now as everyone assumes we're still just best friends but here I am sat comfortably on Tommy's lap, marking him up.
"What can I do for you, Frank?" Thomas questions, trailing his hand up my thigh.
This poor boy is speechless, not knowing how to react and he looks like he wants to get out of this room as soon as possible.
"Uh, I just came in here to tell you that I've uh finished everything you asked me to do and it uhh all went smoothly." Frank states with anything but confidence.
"Great, thanks." Tommy responds, tilting his head to the side to give me more space.
Frank escapes the room as soon as possible and I chuckle at the hard working boy. We both know that he'd never utter a word to anyone about what he saw, that's why we didn't freak out. The boy want to go up in this company and he'll do anything to please anyone higher than him; he's too gentle and easily persuaded for this world.
"Is that everyone gone?" Tommy asks me.
"Should be." I confirm with a small nod.
"Perfect."
The next thing I feel is Tommy's hand creeping up my skirt.
***
"What?" Tommy utters, staring at a lower ranked Peaky Blinder with an ice cold stare.
"It's not my fault! I tried to get him to agree but---"
"Not your fault? This whole plan went down the drain because of you!" Tommy states, not believing the man.
"He had a gun to my head, what was I supposed to do?!" Matthew asks outraged.
"You should taken someone fucking with you, not just thought that you knew best! You need a wake up call because if you want to remain in this company you should know that that shit doesn't fly around here. Could've taken John, Arthur, Cora, fuck, even Michael for fuck sake, not just make decisions as you go along." Thomas retorts, frustrated beyond belief as he rubs his hands over his face.
"What's all the shouting about?" Polly questions as she comes up beside me from being in another room.
"Mathew fucked up and gave away Tommy's plans and shit, along with some other stuff that i don't quite know the details of, so Tom's losing his shit." I fill her in, looking up at her from where I'm sitting and she's standing.
"How the fuck did that happen?" She asks, confused.
"He ran into some trouble on the way or something, I'm not sure, I only came in half way through." I take an unsure guess.
"Men." She shakes her head, letting out a sigh.
"Boys." I correct, making her cackle as she turns to move further into the room.
"I don't need a babysitter, and I sure as hell am not gonna take a female with me." Mathew states in defence, his so called manhood damaged by the thought of a woman being able to do his job better than him.
Tommy huffs a small laugh.
"I wear heels bigger than your dick!" I joke from across the room, not taking his serious comment seriously.
"Just get out of my sight before I force you to." Tommy huffs, turning around and heading up to his office, not being gentle with the door as he closes it behind him.
"I'll go talk to him." I roll my eyes, getting up out of my chair, grabbing the knife from off my desk with me. "And you..." I start, showing Mathew my weapon. "Try not to be a sexist twat next time you're even vaguely threatened by a woman. We hold a lot more power than you can, so remember that next time." I give him a sly wink as I twirl the extremely sharp knife around my fingers.
Heading into Tommy's office, I lean against the door after I close it, watching Tommy lean over his desk, head hung low, tension present in his muscles.
"What is it with people not sticking to the plan?" Tommy grumbles, not bothering to turn around and face me.
"Some people think they know best, I guess." I say, coming up behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist, feeling some tension leave his body.
"He's my employee, this is not what I'm employing him for. I'm not paying him to fuck up." Tommy shakes his head as I press my cheek against his back.
"I know." I say, knowing he doesn't really want me to say anything, he just needs comforting and someone to vent to.
"This whole plan has gone to shit, I've spent weeks trying to perfect it, and the easiest task got fucked." He huffs.
"You shouldn't of trusted him to it, the man can't even tie a tie." I state, looking out of the window.
"I just thought I'd give him a chance, a try, whatever, but I shouldn't of." Tommy replies, lifting his head up.
"You learn from these things, got to know where you stand with the people around you." I tell him, moving my hands from around his waist to hooking under his shoulders.
"I guess, but I just expected more from him." Tommy responds.
And so I let my best friend vent some more, not just about this incident but anything that's on his mind, only replying when I feel the need to, and I think it worked because he's not all worked up anymore, the tension has dropped in his body, and he seems at peace.
"Thank you." Tommy utters, taking my face in his hands.
"For what?" I breathe a small laugh, holding onto his forearms.
"For just always being there for me, day or night, for the big things and the small things, I don't know how I could ever thank you enough." He says, stepping into my bubble, looking more sincere than ever.
"You do the same for me, that's more than enough." I assure, looking deep into his deep blue eyes. "Thank you for being my best friend."
Tommy smiles a small smile, before giving me a kiss, pulling me impossibly close to him, both of our smiles growing.
***
Glancing over towards the clock on the bedside table, seeing the time reads 6:30, I've got a long day ahead of me and I need to catch up on quite a few things as I seem to be slacking because I've been spending all my time with the duvet hogger to the left of me.
Granted it's not my house or room so I have no claim on it, but I seem to spend more time here than my own house; it feels more like home here, anyway.
Letting out a quiet yawn, I look over at Cora next to me, seeing how she's dead to the world looking effortlessly gorgeous whilst she's fast asleep. Her dark hair is splayed out on her pillow, her long eyelashes resting on her cheeks, and her bare shoulders are poking out of the duvet, with a small sun spot shining on her, and she just looks so pretty.
It feels weird not waking up next to her nowadays, it feels so natural seeing her warming up the other half of either mine or her's bed.
Sitting up, I shuffle out of bed and start to get dressed and I can't help but think of how I could get used to this.
Beginning to get ready for the day without waking up Cora, I don't bother with breakfast as I just don't have the time. Doing a once over in the mirror, I head over to Cora who's half awake to let her know that I'm leaving.
"Cora, lovie." I say softly, placing my hand on her exposed arm.
"Hm?" She hums, giving me a peak of her green eyes as she purses her lips briefly.
"'M gonna head into work now, I'll see you later on, eh?" I inform, watching her slowly wake up.
"Okay, have fun." Cora wishes, readjusting the sheet on her bare chest.
"Oh I'll try." I joke, brushing some hair away from her face with a fond smile. "I'll see you later." I tell her, planting a quick kiss on her lips.
She chuckles.
"Look at us, like an old married couple, who'd of thought?"
"Terrifying." I laugh, asking her laugh as I leave the room with a smile on my face that stays on my face until I open the front door, and as I'm walking to work I can't help but think that that doesn't sound so bad.
Leaning back in my chair, I grab a cigarette and flick my lighter against the end, quickly exhaling what I inhale before clearing my throat a little.
"I look forward to what the future holds for us, Mr Shelby." Mr Cliffo states, clearly chuffed with the way this meeting went.
"As do I, Mr Cliffo, as do I." I reply, wanting to get him out of my office as soon as possible as I've still got so much to do today.
"You've got a nice thing going on here, great business attitude, trust worthy co workers, it seems like your family really has its heart in this company." Mr Cliffo drawls, looking around the room.
"Yes, all of us here believe in this company and always want to strive closer towards our goals and ambitions." I nod, bringing my cigarette to my mouth again.
"I have to ask as curiosity has gotten the best of me, where's the woman that usually attends our meetings?" Mr Cliffo questions, and I sigh, it seems like everyone takes interest in my best friend nowadays.
She's extremely captivating and has a mysterious aura to her, Cora just has this way of drawing you in and making you want to know as much about her as possible.
"Busy." I inform, watching him carefully, how he has a ghost of smile on his face and seemingly looking back on his few interactions with her.
"I've missed her little quips and ideas." He tells me.
Widening my eyes as I let out an exasperated huff, I stand up and head towards the door, hopefully giving him the hint to get the fuck out of my office.
Which he does, so he stands up whilst doing the buttons of his blazer up, approaching me by the door.
"Pretty little thing she is." He says fondly, but not in a creepy way just a genuine compliment.
"She's certainly a head turner." I nod, not being able to deny it.
"Well, I must get going, errands to run." Mr Cliffo states and opens the door. "I'm sensing a promising future here, Mr Shelby."
"I'll look forward to it." I say, escorting him out to hurry him up.
We enter the main room where everyone seems to be, the shouting across the room and bustling noises greet us.
"Have a good day, Mr Shelby." Mr Cliffo bids and we shake hands briefly before he leaves, leaving me to head into John's office to relay some information about the meeting I just had.
"Good meeting?" John questions as I lean against the door frame.
"As good as a meeting with Mr Cliffo can go." I half joke, folding my arms.
"Still a boring middle aged fuck?" John laughs, dropping his pen.
"More of less." I confirm with a small chuckle.
I'm half way through telling John about what happened and our plans when there's a commotion on the other side of the room. I look over my shoulder and find Cora pinning Mr Cliffo against the wall with the knife that she keeps in her stockings under his chin
He looks sheepish, slightly terrified, and completely taken of guard whilst she looks dangerous, pissed off and not the slightest bit hesitant.
"What the fuck is goin' on?" John enquires, joining me in the doorway. "Fuck yeah, I love when she brings the knives out." He practically cheers for her.
"Touch me or any of the woman in here again and you won't see the next sunrise." Cora promises, and in some weird way I can't help but smile a little as she looks so natural at this.
"What's some woman gonna do?" Mr Cliffo attempts to belittle her in order to save his so called manhood.
That's not what he was saying about her earlier.
Cora sharply brings her knee to his crotch making him pale and let out an agonising groan. The impact enough to make any man wince.
"First time a woman's touched your dick in years, is it?" She taunts, pushing the knife into his skin.
He can't get any words out, clearly in too much pain.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" She all but smirks. "Get out of here before you do something you'll regret." Cora states and Mr Cliffo stumbles out of the door, no doubt planning to avoid this building for the rest of his life.
"Fucking hell, I learnt the day I met her not to fuck with Cora Witton and I'm still scared of her." John tells me, subtly interlacing his hands over his crotch making me breathe a laugh.
"Ladies." Cora grins at the women who she just protected from Mr Cliffo, and they mirror her smile.
"She may be small but she will hurt you." I comment watching her tuck her knife back in her stocking, not caring that people can see.
"No hesitation." John adds before he goes back to his desk.
"What the fuck were you thinking doing business with him?" Cora questions as she comes up to me, not mad just curious.
"We've worked with him before, thought I'd take it further." I shrug.
"And after each meeting he grabs my ass." She rolls her eyes, mirroring my folded arms.
"That's him?" I raise an eyebrow, surprised.
"Kinda." She nods, widening her eyes.
"Sorry, I didn't know, lovie." I say softly before kissing her cheek breifly. "This is why I need you in my meetings, give me honest and better judgement."
"Speaking of which, business is done and dealt with, Finn and Isiah are just finishing it up." Cora informs.
"Did it go smoothly?" I question, staring down at her.
"More or less." She nods and she's about to explain before Michael calls her over.
"I'll tell you later." Cora tells me, gently fixing my tie before she heads over to Michael.
"You're close." John states, a teasing tone creeping into his voice along with the growing smirk.
"Fuck off." I grumble and leave his doorway, entering mine.
***
"Hi." Cora sings when she enters my office, an unfamiliar baby on her hip.
"Who's this?" I question, leaning back in my chair.
"My neighbour's son." She says, tucking some blonde hair behind the baby's ear.
"It's illegal to take people's children, Cora." I tell her, smiling when she rolls her eyes.
"My neighbour needed someone to watch him for like 15 minutes." She informs, sitting down in the chair opposite me, situating the young boy on her lap who's fascinated with the bracelet on her wrist.
"What's his name?"
"Ronnie."
"Is this the neighbour that complained about the noise?" I ask, with a cheeky smirk
"Yeah, I still can't look them in the eye." She bashfully answers, smiling through the pain.
I laugh as I look back on that experience, it traumatised her so much that we did all our rendezvous on my house for the next month until people started getting suspicious so we went back to her house most of the time.
"You do a lot of things, Cora, yet you can't look your neighbour in the eyes because they heard us one time." I state, amused.
"Uh, I highly doubt it was just the once." She confidently claims.
"Why don't you just move somewhere more remote?" I suggest, already knowing the answer.
"I can't! I love my place, you know that." Cora replies, readjusting Ronnie on her lap. "Isn't that right, Mr Ronnie?" She coos.
I rest my chin on my palm, hiding my smile behind my knuckles. She looks like such a natural with him and seeing her with a baby makes a weird thought come into mind and I can't help but entertain that thought.
Half of me and half of her, dear god help the child who's cursed with that.
A sarcastic and cocky bastard riddled with trauma and seemingly never ending problems.
I'm not planning on having a child with Cora ever, but the idea is entertaining and gives me an odd feeling.
She'd be an amazing mum, she would do anything for anyone that she loves, and to receive her love is one of the greatest things in the world. As I'm looking at her now, I want some of that.
I'd like a beautiful baby who's half me and half her.
"What you daydreaming about, Shelby?" Cora brings me out of the thoughts I'd never utter to her.
"Nothing." I shake my head, and try to busy myself with the work in front of me.
"In all the years I've known you, Tommy, there's always something in your head." Cora says knowingly, a teasing smile creeping on her face.
"Not true." I deceive.
"I'll find out, some day, I always do."
Not even over my dead body.
"Are you coming over tonight?" She questions, crossing her legs.
"Depends, do you want me to?" I retort, looking over at her.
"I think you know the answer to that." Cora tells me, meeting my eyes, a sly glint prevalent in her eyes.
"No?" I guess.
"Of course I do." She chuckles, her smile lighting up the room.
"Tell you what, I'll finish this in the next... 20 minutes/half an hour then we'll head over to your flat, and see where the evening takes us." I suggest, despite the fact that I still got at least a third of work to do today but this girl just does things to me.
"You and I both know exactly where the evening will take us." Cora laughs, running her hand through her hair.
"The sooner we're out of here, the sooner we can get there." I reply, sending her a knowing look.
"Sounds like a plan." Cora grins, gathering Ronnie before leaving the room.
***
"Ready?" I ask, brushing my hand over Cora's shoulder as I walk past her.
"Mhm, just need to give this to Michael." She hums, getting out of her chair to head over to Michael as I get my coat.
"Where are you two going?" Polly muses, leaning back almost smugly in her chair, a cigarette burning in her fingers.
"Home." I answer, turning to look at her.
"Early for you." Polly acknowledges, looking as if she knows something I don't.
"Maybe so, Pol, maybe so." I nod as Cora walks over towards us.
"Ready?" She questions and I nod before I guide us out of here by draping my arm over her shoulders, opening the front door, seeing its beginning to rain. "Shit, I didn't bring a coat." Cora pouts.
"I did." I smugly say, stepping outside and she tugs at the sleeves of her dress until she steps out, too.
We begin to walk the 15 minute walk to Cora's place, chatting about random things on the way, the rain only getting heavier; luckily we're sheltered by the roofs of the houses hanging over the pavement.
"No one annoys me more than my sister, not even you and you're really high up there, like too high." She tells me, making me grin, that's my favourite pastime.
"It's just so easy to do, nothing amuses me more than when you're annoyed." I chuckle, looking down at her annoyed glare and feigning pain when she punches me in the arm, watching her fold her arms to keep herself warm.
"I retract my statement, you annoy me the mos---" she cuts herself off when I drape my coat over her shoulders. "Tommy Shelby, you're so romantic." Cora laughs, a teasing glint in her eyes.
"I try." I mumble, with a small smile as we turn a corner.
"Fuckin' hell, rain's giving no mercy." She points out, and we both look out at the rain that's pelting down, making puddles and leaking through unlucky people's roofs.
Luckily we're sheltered by said roofs; for now.
Grabbing Cora's hand, I pull her out of the protection of the roofs into the rain, making her squeal and laugh which is just music to my ears as I laugh along with her.
"Tommy!" She exclaims and I pull her into my arms, pressing her against me as our hair and clothes get soaked.
"Cora!" I imitate to annoy her, as she wraps her arms loosely around my neck, bringing us even closer. I look into her eyes, seeing how carefree she looks, how much her face is lit up, the smile that always makes me weak in the knees, and how happy she looks, it makes me unbelievably happy. "Kiss me."
"What? Out in open? People can see us, rumours will spread." Cora tells me as she sweeps some soaked hair off my forehead and to the side.
"So? People are already suspicious." I shrug, cupping her cheek. "Kiss me."
She breathes a laugh before pressing her lips to mine, the both of us smiling into it.
I've never smiled as much as the time I spend with this girl.
We stand in the middle of the road, raining cats and dogs on us, intertwined with each other, more than just physically, out in the open.
Pulling back slowly, we take each other in with soft eyes and smiles, and as I'm looking at her right now, all I can feel is love.
I'm in love with my best friend.
Deeply in love.
I could call myself crazy but the way she's looking at me right now and how she's making me feel, I'd say she feels the exact same.
The words are on the tip of my tongue, aching to be said but I'm not brave enough, so I settle with kissing her again instead.
I'm scared to the bone but I'm also kind of revelling in it as it's a new feeling and fuck does it feel good.
"You look pretty in the rain."
"As do you."
***
After a successful business move that we've all been hard at work on for the past month, that called for a celebration, right? Which is why we're in The Garrison this evening, nestled in the private room full of Shelbys, Grays, and a few other Peakys including myself.
Which is predictably chaos.
"To business." Michael toasts, holding his drink up.
"To business." We all toast, clinking glasses.
"Michael, for fucks sake, you've made that toast like 10 times tonight." John groans, rubbing his forehead clearly exasperated.
"I'm a little drunk, and you keep joining so you're all as bad as me." Michael states, and there's some truth to his words.
We're all a little drunk, some more than others. Not to name names or anything but I'm definitely looking at Arthur, Finn and possibly Polly, not to mention Michael. The rest of us are tipsy, definitely feeling the buzz in our systems, but not off our face.
Although that might change as the night goes on.
"To business!" Arthur vindicates, and I groan, making Tommy chuckle.
"On behalf of my family, I am so sorry." Tommy jokes from beside me.
"What is it with you Shelbys and your liquor?" I question, leaning my head on his shoulder as I look at him.
"Born with it in our bloodstreams." Tommy tells me, brushing his fingertips against my arm as his arm is draped around the back of my part of the booth.
We're kind of in our own bubble in the corner, occasionally piping up with a quip or an opinion but we're mainly talking to each other like we've always done in these sort of circumstances.
"I assume you came out of the womb with a cigarette too, right?" I tease, crossing my legs.
"Yeah, the midwife was waiting with a match." He jokes with a small laugh, his smile staying on his face.
"I can't imagine you as a child. Of course I've known you since we were in year 9, and I'd seen you around a few times in secondary school, but to imagine you as an 8 year old is really hard." I tell him, smiling at the thought.
"Well first of all I was adorable, let's get that out of the way." Tommy states, trying to conceal his smirk.
"You still are!" I tease, earning myself a blank look.
"The ladies loved me." He continues.
"Even with your bad haircut?" I laugh, I've heard so much about his haircuts in the past that family members did for him.
"That's what brought them in, you whore." Tommy laughs which makes me laugh.
"Of course, all that extra hair just propelled these so called ladies to you."
"Exactly." He confirms as if it's obvious. "I've heard stories from your childhood from your family or partners." Tommy informs, a mischievous look in his eyes
"You know only what I want you to know."
"You're forgetting that I know every single thing about you, everything." Tommy says, nudging his knee against mine.
"I highly doubt that, every single thing? Really?" I question, nudging him back.
"Yeah."
"How old was I when I stopped hating you?" I test him, turning slightly to look at him.
"Trick question, you never stopped." Tommy answers, grinning because he knows he's right and I huff. "Yet you still suck my dick almost every night." He mumbles, making me punch him which only makes him laugh.
"I don't hear you complaining." I retort.
"I'd never." Tommy shakes his head. "Why don't we go back to your place and I'll show you how appreciative I am." He suggest, placing his hand on my thing under the table.
"Don't you want to celebrate with your family?" I question, looking over at everyone who's more or less plastered.
"Lovie, you are my celebration." Tommy tells me fondly, tucking some hair behind my ear.
This is the thing with Tommy. He can make you feel so special and make you feel like you're the only person in the room, despite the fact that it's filled with loads of people. He can set off a load of fireworks inside of you without even really trying.
"How about you meet me in the back room in five minutes..." Tommy suggests, sending me a mischievous smile.
"Sounds like a plan." I reply, matching his smile.
"I'm gonna go get more alcohol." Tommy announces, but no one's really listening, and Tommy leaves the room, leaving me alone with his family.
"I'm so glad that I never have to talk to another Bulgarian in my life." Finn says, as I tune into the family's conversation.
"What if you fall in love with one one day?" I question and he turns to me.
"Simply impossible." Finn shakes his head.
"You can't control who you love; you can lie to yourself, deny yourself of it, but it'll always be there." I tell him, sitting up straight ready to go.
"You can definitely control who you love, I can also choose who, when, and where." Finn disagrees, taking a sip of his drink.
"Okay, say you chose to fall in love with the old lady that lives next door to you. Could you do that?" I question, watching him falter as everyone chuckles at him.
"What do you know about love anyway?" Finn asks in a grumble, downing the rest of his drink.
I know a little something about unrequited love.
"I got proposed to." I retort, sending him an obvious look.
"Which you laughed at before walking away from him." He argues, with a laugh.
"Broke the poor guy's heart in front of everyone." Arthur stifles a laugh, refilling his glass.
"Who proposes after 2 years together?" I question, folding my arms.
"Loads of people." John answers, an amused look on his face.
"Shit, maybe I don't know much about love." I join the laughter almost sheepishly.
"I love being in love, it's one of the best feelings in the world." Polly states, leaning back in her chair with a dazed look in her eyes.
"Love is whenever something happens in your life, good or bad, you immediately want to tell them. When you know you can go to them for anything. Knowing you can do anything and they'll always be there for you. When they can always make you laugh, despite anything. Just feeling at home with them, basically. Love is when they're your home." Arthur despite being drunk, eloquently speaks.
My mind instantly goes to Tommy.
He's all of that.
Always has been.
"Love is never far, it's always closer than you think." Polly states, and I look over at her and find that she's already looking at me. Her eyes boring into my soul.
"The only things I love in my life is me and my flat." I announce, and get up to go meet Tommy.
"What about me?" Finn questions, looking up at me with puppy-like look adorning his face.
"Aww." I smile and ruffle his hair. "No."
Opening the door to be greeted with the rest of The Garrison that isn't closed off, I step out and close the door behind me, my eyes scanning the room. Rolling my eyes when I see Tommy talking to some guy at the bar.
He spots me as I approach him, a small smile quirking at his mouth.
"Sorry, I've got some business to attend to." Tommy excuses himself and swiftly yet subtly follows me through the room.
"Is that what I am now? Business?" I tease, as we're out of earshot from anyone around us.
"No, you're a lot more fun than business." Tommy says, grabbing my hand as we push past the doors that lead to the backrooms down the long corridor.
"I don't know, sometimes you get quite excited when things are going well." I tell him, making him laugh which resonates in this empty corridor. "Although---"
I'm cut off by Tommy pressing me up against the wall as he attaches his mouth to mine eagerly. Cupping his face, I match his pace and pull him closer as he buries his fingers in my hair and pins me against the wall with his hips.
"You're so pretty, lovie." Tommy whispers, making me grin.
"So are you." I chuckle, knowing how much he hates when I call him pretty despite the tiny blush that flushes his cheeks.
"You just love to remind me that you're my best friend, don't you?" He asks with a smile.
"Yeah." I laugh and kiss him again before Tommy begins to guide us to a more private area as our kiss begins to heat up and hands are roaming.
The door slams against the wall as we enter a storage room that is surprisingly clean, the heavy wooden door closes itself and Tommy and I stumble our way through the room as our bodies heat up until we hit a wall, I let out a breathy moan at the sensation of being able to feel ever curve and dip of Tommy.
Disconnecting our lips, Tommy dips his head to attach his mouth to my neck as I pant, beginning to fiddle with the buttons of my dress.
"Uh, Tommy? Cora?" A voice hesitantly speaks up, and we freeze.
You could hear a pin drop.
I look to my left and see Michael staring at us with wide eyes, looking scared yet too shocked to really form an opinion.
"Hi, Michael." I sheepishly greet as Tommy drops his head to my shoulder in defeat briefly.
"Has this been going on this whole time?" Michael asks after some silence, rubbing his nose.
"What are you even doing here anyway, Michael?" Tommy asks, turning to face him.
"I was uh... meeting a friend." Michael says. "Not your kind of friend though."
I look past him and see the small container splayed out on some stacked up pallets. "Friend, really?"
"Yep." He nods, inhaling sharply as he refuses to look us in the eyes.
"Not doing lines off old rotting pallets?" I suggest, putting my weight on one foot.
"To--- Who are you to judge me when you guys are fucking or whatever under people's noses?" Michael accuses, acting out. "Has this been going this whole time? You've been sneaking around for years?"
"What does it matter to you?" Tommy and I say simultaneously.
"Are guys together or what?" Michael questions, looking between us.
Tommy and I look at each other, not being able to come up with an answer.
"How does it concern you with what we do privately?" Tommy questions, looking pissed.
"I don't know about priva---"
I cut Michael off as I push him against the wall, swiftly pulling my knife out and holding I under his chin whilst I have my hand pressed against his collar. "You say a fucking word to anyone, your mum, your friends, your butcher, your fucking dentist and you'll be fresh meat." I warn as I look into his blown out eyes. "Understand?"
"Cora---"
"Understand?" I repeat, pressing the blade into his skin.
"Yes, I won't utter a word!" Michael conforms, keeping eye contact.
"Good." I grin, and affectionately clap his cheek. "Tell your mum I'll be in late tomorrow." I inform as I put away my knife before stepping back to Tommy, who runs his hand down my back and rests it on the small of my back.
"We're trusting you, Michael." Tommy tells him, giving him a stern look before we head out the door.
"Stay off the snow will you, Michael?" I suggest over my shoulder before the door slams shut.
"You're so violent, like my little weapon." Tommy teases, intertwining our fingers and I squeeze his hand lightly.
"How much do you trust him?" I question, as we walk down the long corridor.
"As long as we've got you around, I'd say 100 per cent." Tommy jokes. "As long as we don't have any interactions like that again, I'd say he's pretty trust worthy."
"Right." I nod, taking in his words. "Back to my house?"
"We're still celebrating, aren't we?" Tommy states, making me chuckle but it's short lived as I can't help but frown when he drops my hand as we enter the open again.
My heart sinks.
"Just wanna remind you that we've got a wedding next week." Tommy says and I roll my eyes.
You forget one important shoot out that's been planned for months and suddenly he has to remind you of every important thing for the rest of time.
"You didn't propose though?" I reply, gliding through groups of people.
"I didn't?" He raises an eyebrow, looking down at me with a small smirk.
"No, you didn't." I shake my head, smiling.
"Oh, shame, you look good in white."
***
"Well Arthur, the big day's come." I say, as I flip my collar up to put my tie on.
"Indeed, it has indeed." Arthur nods, taking a seat on the large ottoman in the middle of the room.
"Our Arthur's finally settling down, eh?" John smirks as he looks in the mirror to do his hair again.
"God help Linda." Finn grumbles, slipping into his blazer.
"Already is." John widens his smirk.
"I don't see any of you getting married so fuck off." Arthur replies, disregarding John.
"To be fair, he's got a point... god can only do so much." I state, tightening my tie and putting my collar down.
"Oi, you can barely keep your woman on the reigns." Arthur retorts, pointing a finger at me, as the others snicker.
"I've not got a woman." I reply although I know who and what they're talking about.
"You know, the girl you're always around." Arthur tells me, and I huff with a small smile at their tomfoolery.
"You mean the girl who punched you and you practically cried when she was like 14?" I ask, pulling my cigarettes out.
"She'd fucking kill you if she knew you were talking about her like this, Arthur." Finn says, smirking.
"Even if she were my so called woman, not that you'd ever be able to make her conform to that title, she cannot be owned. Not just because of feminism but she's too wild for that, she'd also punch me and that hurts." I state, lighting my cigarette.
"I think it's the other way 'round." John muses, gesturing with his cigar. "She's got you on the reigns."
"Have any of you lot seen Cora?" Polly asks as she bursts into the room, dressed in a fancy dress.
"No."
"Not seen her all morning."
"Not seen her since this morning."
"Me either."
"Fuck sake. She can do everything but turn up on time." Polly grumbles, shaking her head. "Well come on then. Time's getting on and the bride won't wait forever."
We all exit the room one by one, following Polly through the building but we stop short when we see Cora stepping into the entrance hall, looking up at the ceiling as she lights a cigarette, showcasing the thin but long scar on her throat that gave me nightmares when it happened.
"Shelbys!" She beams when she sees us, taking a drag of her cigarette, looking temptingly appetising.
"What time do you call this, Witton?" Polly barks, sending daggers Cora's way.
"There's plenty of time! Don't worry about it." Cora waves Polly off but all I can focus on is how good she looks.
Her dress has a few layers of thin, see through tulle with flowers embroidered into it, the underneath is a champagne sort of pink coloured dress that shines through subtly, the length sinks all the way down to her feet, it's cinched in at the waist with a controversial slit at the side showcasing her leg, and her sleeves are made of the same see through tulle that hangs off her shoulders to tickle her elbow in waves. Her hair is pinned up with a handful of thick curls dangling around her face, and her make up is subtle which really makes her green eyes pop.
She looks like an angel to put it simply.
"Careful, you'll catch flies." John smirks, elbowing me.
I push him back making him knock into Finn which causes him to start an argument.
The art of diversion.
"Nice dress." I comment when she looks over at me.
"Thanks, it has pockets." Cora replies, giving me a demonstration.
"Thought it was supposed to be the bride who's the prettiest today." I state quietly as no one seems to be listening to us.
"Aw, you're too kind." She smiles before pecking my cheek and guiding us towards the church.
***
An around of applause and cheers resonate in the tall church as Arthur and Linda kiss, I can't help but smile at the happy couple.
"How long?" Tommy jokes when he mumbles into my ear.
"Stop!" I laugh, continuing to clap.
"We're married!" Arthur announces as he and Linda turn to face everyone with grins.
Another round of applause goes around the room, mixed with whistles, hoots, and cheers. Arthur and Linda walk down the aisle as a newly wedded couple before everyone slowly begins to follow them for photos outside.
"I can't imagine you getting married." Tommy states when we stand up.
"I'm hurt, Thomas." I reply, shuffling out of the pew.
"You seem too... independent and strong." Tommy digs himself a bigger hole.
"What? So the point of marriage is supposed to break me?" I question with a chuckle.
"No, just the traditional way is that you'd stay at home, looking after the children, cooking or baking, and waiting for your husband to come home." He answers. "And that's not you... but I like that about you."
"I'm never stopping for some man, men don't deserve rights." I shake my head.
"Oh right." Tommy laughs, slinging his arm around my shoulders as we walk down the aisle. "I guess you work with a lot of males so you can say that."
"Thank you, for letting me, a woman, know what I can say and what I'm allowed to say, thank you husband." I joke and he bumps his hip against mine in response.
"The nagging wife part though, you've got that down." Tommy replies, weaving us through people as I lace our hands together with the hand that was dangling in front of my chest from where his arm is draped over my shoulders.
"Fuck off." I laugh, the fresh spring air hitting my face as we enter the outside, gathering at the back of the large group of people posing for photos.
"You love it." He grins before pressing a kiss to my cheek as I laugh.
A flash blinds me momentary, and I inwardly groan.
A few more photos, Tommy and I trying to annoy each other, and laughs later and we head off to the party.
***
"I've known Arthur since I was like 15, it feels weird to watch him get married after all this time." I tell a stranger that I've been talking to for the past 10 minutes.
"I've grown up with Linda, I've not heard the end of this wedding since she was 10." Linda's cousin makes a joke which I fake laugh at, before taking a sip from my flute of champagne. "Are you getting married anytime soon?"
"Oh, no, god no." I shake my head, chuckling.
"Really? Aren't you with Arthur's brother, what's his name? Thomas is it?" She questions.
"Tommy? We're not really together, well we aren't... Thomas is amazing but..."
"But?" She smiles warmly as if she's just done something.
Why aren't we together is the better question, Tommy is everything I've ever wanted, he respects me, makes me feel like I'm more special that I am, is always there for me no matter what, and can make me feel so carefree, I'm in love with him but he's just not.
"But he isn't one for relationships." I answer. "I'm gonna go annoy some of your family, you make me think when I'm here to get drunk. I don't like that."
Her smile falls and I float off towards a group of strangers, ready to judge.
"I heard that the Shelbys shot someone who accidentally bumped into them once." A middle aged man says quietly.
Perfect, this is the group I want to annoy.
"Really? I heard that they give their children guns." A little younger woman matches his tone.
"That's nothing, I heard that they stab children who beg." I cut in, doing this big exaggerated look around the circle.
"I heard that they hurt people who gossip." Polly comes out of no where, and I can't help but smirk at her when she meets my eyes.
"Are you two Shelbys?" A snooty woman questions with a sigh before sipping her drink.
"No." I answer, which isn't a lie.
"I'm Arthur's aunt and she's his brother's girlfriend." Polly states and I glare at her, before tucking my hair behind my ear and subtly flipping her off, which she suppresses a smirk at.
"Oh, I see. You seem like lovely people." Another woman replies with a tight lipped smile.
"We are." I nod.
"If you stay on the right side of us." Polly adds, lighting a cigarette.
"But if you don't, we'll drag you through hell."
"Simple really." Polly shrugs lightly.
"Of course... we're family now, nothing but love." The same woman replies with a nervous laugh.
As Polly makes them more uncomfortable I look over my shoulder at Tommy across the room, who's sitting at a large table with a few people but I don't think he's interacting with anyone really, cigarette and liquor in hand. He gives me a wink which makes me smile, and he gestures for me to come over with a nod of his head.
Leaving the group and Polly, I cross the room all the way to my best friend who takes a drag from his cigarette as I stand behind him and wrap my arms around his shoulders, letting my hands dangle above his chest life a necklace.
"Are you done antagonising Linda's family?" Tommy questions with a tiny chuckle.
"Not yet. They're so judgy." I reply, accepting Tommy cigarette when he offers it to me.
"Where do you think Linda gets it from?" He rhetorically asks.
"You look very pretty." I inform, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead when he looks up at me.
"If I look pretty you must be the prettiest person in the world." Tommy says, fiddling with my hands.
"Always a charmer you Shelbys." I tease.
"Eh we know how to talk the talk." He jokes, squeezing my hand. "Do you wanna dance?"
I look out at the dance floor where all the couples seem to be, it's a little bit crowded but seems comfortable.
"Sure." I nod and Tommy stands up before offering his hand with a boyish smile.
I match his smile and take his hand, Tommy leads us to the dance floor where I place my hand on his shoulder, keeping the other comfortably in his hand, whilst Tommy places his hand on my lower back. The song is quite a fast paced one, so there's no room for a slow dance.
Tommy and I expertly shuffle through the dance floor, him twirling me out every now and then, as we talk and laugh. "Why are old ladies so judgy?"
"I don't know, their better days are behind them and they can't get over that." Tommy offers an amused suggestion.
"I think it's because they---" I cut myself off with a squeal when Tommy surprises me by twirling me out into the dance floor making me laugh. "Give me a warning next time!"
He just smiles down at me as he looks into my eyes. "No, I like making you laugh."
"You always make me laugh, especially with your questionable choices." I tease, squeezing his hand. "I mean what were you thinking letting Finn---"
"I'm not going into this again, he wanted to do it and who am I to say no?" Tommy replies with a light laugh. "That would make both of us a hypocrite."
"We were more mature at the time..."
"Oh really? That's what you call maturity?" Tommy questions amused, as we swiftly move through the crowd as the song begins to end.
"We may have broken a few things but there's no harm done." I state, letting Tommy spin me one last time before a slower song comes on and we match our dancing to the rhythm.
"Sure, no harm done." He mocks me with a laugh, which makes me laugh.
Thomas sways us through the bunches of people as we lapse into a comfortable silence, settling into our own worlds.
"I think I'm falling in love with you, Cora." Tommy tells me, continuing to sway us as he looks deep into my eyes and it feels like he's looking into my soul.
All I can do is smile.
"Yeah? You think?" I chuckle and he matches my smile.
"Mm." He hums, with a nod.
"That's alright, because I think I'm falling in love with you, too." I reply, causing him to break out into the biggest smile.
We pause our moving, standing still amongst all the other couples dancing. Tommy cups my face with his hands and goes to kiss me. "What about your family?" I question, when were mere inches away.
He smiles. "Fuck 'em, they all practically know anyway."
I reply by closing the gap between us, kissing my best friend in the middle of the dance floor as couples dance around us whilst we're stood still, in the midst of his brother's wedding. Tommy's thumb brushes my cheekbone gently as we stand in our own bubble, oblivious to what's going on around us, smiling into our kiss.
"I love you, Cora Witton." Tommy utters, pressing his forehead against mine with a smile.
"I love you, Tommy Shelby." I utter back, kissing him again which makes my toes curl.
"What do you say we finish this dance, get a little drunk, and then go home?" Tommy suggests, tucking some hair behind my ear. "If you can handle Linda's stare that long that is because from where I'm looking, she doesn't look that happy that we stole the spotlight from her on her wedding day." Tommy chuckles, looking over my shoulder at his family.
I look over at them too, seeing how they look shocked yet look like they expected it, and I meet Linda's glare, happy at how I've pissed her off.
"You're such an attention whore." I joke, looking back at Tommy.
"You know it." He smirks and begins to sway us again.
It feels like everything I've ever worked for in my life has led up to this moment. This is what I get after years of struggling, and fuck is it worth it.
"I want this song to play at our wedding."
"Oh, we're getting married now are we?" I chuckle fondly, liking the sound of that.
"If all goes to plan, yeah."
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steve getting caught in the rain on the way home from work and barging through the front door bangs dripping and cheeks pink and bucky looking up from his spot on the sofa with alpine and thinking i’m fucked
so it's like 1 am and this was going to be something chaotic and smutty but it ended up being a view of steve's pain from the eyes of bucky
oop anway:
In From the Cold
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From Stevie: Left my key at home. Can you let me in?
Bucky gets the text right before there’s a knock at the front door, and he presses to his feet, shifting Alpine off his lap. It takes a moment to undo all the latches and locks, and by the time he does, Steve has knocked again-- sharper. Frantic. Bucky frowns and opens the door.
“Shit, Steve,” he says, and steps to the side to let Steve in past him.
He’s soaked, straight through to his skin. His hair is plastered to his forehead, clumped and stiff with sleet. His nose and cheeks are bright against his otherwise pale skin, and his lips are a tad blue.
He’s shaking. Hard.
It’s then that Bucky realizes that sleet is coming down outside, the sky blanketed a gloomy grey. The storm had been on the radar, but somehow he’d forgotten about it. Steve, it seemed, had forgotten as well when he’d left for his meeting that morning.
“Yeah,” Steve says, taking off his jacket. His movements are stiff and Bucky reaches out a hand, taking the soaked jacket from him before he can hang it on its hook. “Thanks.”
“Yeah,” Bucky says. “Go ahead and take off the rest of your clothes. I’ll throw them in the wash. Do you want a bath?”
Steve swallows, a shudder running visibly through him and Bucky doesn’t need a psych degree to guess what’s going on. Between the wet and the cold, this is hardly Steve’s preferred state to be in. There’s a vacancy in his eyes that makes Bucky’s blood run cold.
“Yeah,” he says. “Yes. Please.”
-
Bucky’s blood runs cold as a cough wracks Steve’s body, and he instinctively listens for a rattle in his lungs. The cough is not dry, though. Silver linings.
His hair is plastered to his forehead, and Bucky curses, reaching out to usher Steve inside. His clothes are soaked and sticking to his frame, hugging him in a way that seems to accentuate his size. Make him look even smaller. He coughs again.
“Jesus, you got a death wish?” Bucky hisses, hands working to unbutton Steve’s shirt-- get the wet fabric off, because it’s going to make him sick and Steve just got over his last fucking cold.
Steve bats his hand away, leveling him with a glare.
“No, shut up,” he says, and the harshness is dampened by the chattering of his teeth. He unbuttons his own shirt and tosses it aside, the bruises on his collarbone from a work mishap earlier that week stark and purple. Bucky wants to reach out and soothe his fingers over them-- kiss them away.
Instead, he goes to his closet and pulls out a clean shirt and some boxer shorts that will be too big on Steve, but at least they’re warm.
“I thought you were seeing your ma,” Bucky says, handing Steve the clothes. Steve strips naked right there in their hallway. He’s unabashed and it makes the lithe lines of his body all the more beautiful.
“I was,” Steve says. It’s clipped and Bucky’s gut twinges. Sarah had gotten sick a week or so ago-- an awful, wracking cough. Bucky had hoped, fucking prayed that it wasn’t the worst. But Sarah worked in a TB ward, and life didn’t seem so kind to the Rogers family. “They wouldn’t let me in.”
“Shit,” Bucky says.
Steve is dressed now, Bucky’s boxers barely clinging to his hips. He sits down on Bucky’s bed, and Bucky sits, too.
“Yeah,” Steve says, and he’s holding himself so tightly that Bucky’s afraid he might snap.
-
Steve holds himself tightly as he sits on the edge of the tub, his eyes on the rising water level, but mind clearly elsewhere. Bucky watches him for a moment as he returns from the laundry room-- watches his chest heave and hands tremble.
He is naked where he sits, and the way he hunches in on himself makes him look smaller. Bucky’s chest aches and he desperately wishes he could reach out and break the spell-- break the hold Steve’s mind seems to have on him right now. But he knows a thing or two about triggers, and he may not know what happened when Steve crashed that plane-- not details anyhow-- but he knows damn well that Steve still isn’t healed from that particular wound. It will likely follow him to his real grave. The pain. The fear. The damning finality of it.
-
And it seems like a final damnation. One not so beautiful as the perdition that was Steve taking Bucky into his body. But a much starker one. As unforgiving as a son losing his mother can be when he’s already lost his father. Steve says he hadn’t cared much when Joseph finally died-- his own faults pulling him under the current. But there’s a shame there that he can’t seem to quell. Regret that runs in the tightness of his eyes, smoldering and masked by a harshness that doesn’t fit the gentleness that is the skin of Steve Rogers. The soul and bones that are so hurt by a world keen on hurting them.
There’s a grief that wants to rise in Bucky’s own chest. Sarah doesn’t deserve this-- he wishes he could change it. Make it untrue. Make it better.
But he can deal with his own shit later. Right now, Steve is hurting and Bucky needs to coax him out of his shell. Lance some of that pain.
His hair is still dripping from the storm outside and Bucky reaches out, brushes his fingers through the sopping strands. Steve looks at him, eyes hollow and shining-- a strange dichotomy.
“Let me run you a bath?”
-
Steve sinks into the bath water, eyes closed as his chest hitches and stutters. He sinks down until the water covers his chest, stops at his chin. And it would be an endearing sight if he didn’t look so damn troubled.
Bucky hesitates.
“Do you want me here? Or would you rather be alone.”
Please God, he thinks. Please let me in. Let me stay. Let me shoulder some of your pain.
Steve’s jaw shifts, then clenches. He battles with himself, caught between the draw of comfort and his own internal walls telling him to close the gates.
Bucky waits.
“Can you wash my hair?” Steve eventually asks.
Bucky smiles. “Of course, pal.”
-
Bucky takes off his shirt so it won’t get wet and kneels by the edge of the tub. Steve leans back to wet his hair. It seems like instinct more than anything. His hair was already pretty damn wet. Bucky picks up the shampoo-- half empty and a little crusted around the cap-- and squirts some out onto his palm.
Lathering it up, he leans closer.
“Ready?”
“Mhm.”
“Close your eyes, sweetheart.”
Steve closes his eyes and Bucky begins to work the shampoo into his hair, pressing his fingers into his scalp, around his temples. Tension seems to ebb out of Steve in increments and Bucky is hopeful for a moment that he’s leaching out some of the shock.
And he must have taken away the numbness, because then Steve is sobbing, and Bucky is cursing softly as he strips out of the rest of his clothes, climbing into the tub behind Steve. He rinses his hair, and doesn’t bother with soft nothings. Because it isn’t okay. And Steve doesn’t deserve dismissal like that.
Instead, he pulls him close and buries his nose in his hair.
-
With practiced hands, Bucky works his coconut shampoo into Steve’s hair. It’s his favorite even if he won’t admit it and never buys it for himself. That’s alright, though. Bucky doesn’t mind sharing.
He feels Steve’s skin warm up-- rinses his hair with rhythmic and soothing touches, skittering his hands down Steve’s shoulders and across his chest as he goes, aiming to ground him. But Steve is not speaking and he is still shaking.
“Steve?” Bucky prompts gently.
Steve looks at him, gaze darting to his eyes, then his cheek, fixating there. A shudder rolls through him and he goes impossibly more pale.
“Fuck,” he whispers.
“Steve,” Bucky says again, alarmed, and then Steve’s chest is heaving as his breaths start to speed up. “Shit.”
Bucky strips off his clothes, and climbs into the tub with Steve, keeping a hand on him as he sinks into the water.
“Can I hold you?” he asks, and Steve manages a nod. He’s going to hyperventilate if they don’t get a hold of this now. Bucky pulls Steve back against his chest and buries his nose in his hair. “Breathe with me. Just feel me, Steve. Just feel me and breathe.”
Steve does.
-
Steve is worn out by the time they’re settling in bed, and Bucky shifts him so his head is on his chest. They’re quiet for a long time, watching the sun set, shadows moving across the ceiling.
“I’m scared,” Steve says, his voice hoarse from crying.
Bucky tenses. “I know.”
“I don’t want to lose her.”
Bucky closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. “I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”
There isn’t anything for it. Bucky wants to promise that he won’t leave. That he’ll be there, but Steve knows that and reiterating it will only exacerbate the pain of those who can’t be there for him.
“I’m so tired,” Steve whimpers.
-
“I’m so fucking tired of this,” Steve says as he comes down, voice tight and teeth chattering. At least he’s breathing on his own now.
Then rest, Bucky wants to say. Come in from the cold. Let us help. Let people help.
“I know,” he says instead. “I know, honey. But you did so good just now.”
Steve shrugs. “Can we get out?”
“Sure thing.”
They dry off together, and settle into bed, naked still and wrapped up in each other. Steve settles on his chest, head tucked under Bucky’s chin. An age old position-- Steve will always fit right in Bucky’s arms.
-
Steve falls asleep with his hand clinging to Bucky’s. He usually looks more peaceful when he is resting, but now his mouth is turned down-- the lines of his face seem to deepen. He looks much older than he actually is, but Bucky has always sort of thought that. Steve, he thinks, has had to grow up too fast.
There’s a moment where Steve seems to drift awake, eyes opening then shutting again. He makes a soft noise and shifts closer to Bucky.
Bucky holds him and prays he feels held.
-
“Do you want to talk about it?” Bucky asks.
“No,” Steve says. It was worth a shot.
“Okay,” Bucky says. “Can I do anything?”
Steve swallows, arms tightening around Bucky’s middle. “Just hold me?”
“Of course,” Bucky says, and he hitches Steve closer, kisses the top of his head.
“This helps,” Steve whispers, and Bucky holds his breath. “You holding me. It feels safe.”
“I’m so glad,” Bucky says. His throat feels tight and he ducks his head to kiss Steve’s temple. It settles something in him, knowing Steve feels safe in his arms. “I’ll always hold you.”
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thanks for reading, chiefs!
#this is largely unedited because it is late so sorry for any mistakes#stucky#stucky fic#steve rogers#bucky barnes#i have so many wips i should be working on instead oops#anyway cass this was wonderful thank you
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Mondo, Gundham and Kiyo saving their little sister from being killed in the killing game!
YES! MY BOYS! YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!
Post writing: These turned out long... Oh boy.
Mondo:
You were making your way back to your dorm from the pool.
It had been 2 days since the motive was dealt out, and tensions were rising.
So you decided to take a break from it all and go swimming for a bit.
But now it was nearly night time, so you started making your way back to your dorm.
On your way there, you passed Celestia in the hallway.
“Good evening, Y/n.”
“Evening, Celestia!” You waved with a small smile on your face.
She simply nodded in acknowledgement.
“I have a... Favour to ask of you.”
“Hm? What do you need?”
You were always eager to help the other students.
Celestia smiled, but it was not a kind smile whatsoever.
“Uh... Is everything okay?”
She reached into a pocket on her dress and your eyes widened as you saw what she had pulled out.
It was a box cutter from the warehouse.
“W-What is that?”
“You know exactly what it is, little girl.”
She stalked towards you and you took a few steps back.
Eventually, you broke into a run.
“You little-!”
You slid down the railing of the stars until you reached the first floor, beelining towards your room.
The only thing you could hear was your heart beating.
You ran into the hotel section of the school, so close to safety-
“Gotcha!” A hand wrapped around your wrist, causing you to scream.
“HELP! MONDO! TAKA! SOMEONE!”
Tears were streaming down your face as Celestia pinned you to the wall.
“No one can ever know...”
She raised her weapon in the air, so you closed your eyes and braced yourself for the pain.
But all you heard was a thud, followed by the sound of something being dropped.
Shocked, you opened your eyes...
…Only to see a familiar jacket in front of you.
“M-Mondo?!”
His fists were clenched and he was shaking.
Celestia was on the floor, groaning in pain.
“What the hell did you do to my little sister, you b*tch?!”
She growled and went to pick up the boxcutter, but Mondo did it first.
“Get outta my sight and never come near ‘er ever again, or the next body found will be yours!”
She glared at him, and then you, before limping to her room and slamming the door shut.
Once she was gone, you threw your arms around Mondo.
He turned to look at you, sighing in relief before pulling you close and picking you up.
You cried into his chest.
“Shh, it’s okay kiddo. I’ve gotcha. You’re safe…”
He carried you into your dorm and locked the door behind him.
Once that was done, he sat on your bed with you still in his arms.
“I-I thought I was g-going t-to-”
“I know, I know. It’s okay now, big brother’s here.”
He let you cry in his arms until you eventually fell asleep.
The last thing you heard was-
“Watch your f*cking back, Celestia Ludenburg...”
Gundham:
You were playing in the sand at the beach.
It was a normal thing for you to do, especially when Gundham was with the ranch animals.
He trusted you to be alone, as he had ‘placed a protection spell on you’.
Typical Gundham...
You had been making a sandcastle for awhile when you heard someone call your name.
It was Mikan.
She had been acting unlike herself as of late, but you brushed it off as the stress of the killing game getting to her.
“Hi Mikan! Do you wanna help me build a sandcastle?”
You wanted to be nice to her, since a lot of people were mean to her. That made you sad.
“I-I think I’ll j-just watch!”
“That’s okay!”
You got back to work, keeping a cautious eye on Mikan.
She ended up walking towards her, and you thought she just wanted a closer look...
...But then she grabbed you.
“H-Huh?!”
She covered your mouth and started dragging you towards the ocean.
You couldn’t swim. That was common knowledge.
“M-MMPH!”
You kicked and screamed as you felt your legs come in contact with the salt water.
Tears began to stream down your face as she pulled you further and further out.
She was surprisingly strong. You couldn’t escape.
The water was cold. Your tears were hot.
She forced you under, barely giving you time to take a breath.
Just as you were about to accept your fate, you heard a muffled shout, followed by several loud splashes.
You didn’t have time to process everything when you were suddenly pulled up.
You gasped for air and then looked at who was holding you.
“G... Gundham?”
He held you against his chest, shouting.
“How dare you threaten my dark princess?!”
Mikan was panicking, and she eventually ran off.
Gundham slowly carried you back to dry land, falling to his knees with you crying in his arms.
“Breathe, my dear. Breathe...”
You felt the devas nuzzle close to you.
That managed to calm you, and you got some oxygen in your lungs.
“Are you physically harmed?”
You whimpered. You couldn’t find the words.
“That’s alright... Here, come to my cottage. You will be safe.”
That night, as you lay in your brothers arms and listened to him hum, you also heard him whisper a promise.
“Not even the most vile demons will take you from me, my dear. I will never allow them.”
Korekiyo:
You were walking through the garden.
It was beautiful out. It almost made you forget the dire situation you were trapped in.
Keyword: Almost.
You were smart enough to know that this place was not sunshine and rainbows.
At least you had your big brother Kiyo to keep you safe!
While you were looking at some of the flowers, you heard something.
“Ya hah!”
“Oh! Angie! Hello!”
She skipped over to you with a huge smile.
“Whatcha got there, Y/n?
“Just some flowers. I wanna make a flower crown for Kiyo!”
She nodded, watching as you picked some more flowers and strung them together.
“All done! Do you think he’ll like it?”
She nodded with her signature smile.
“I’m gonna go give it to him! See you- Angie?”
She had grabbed your wrist and her expression turned dark.
“My island needs me, Y/n.”
“W-Wha-”
Next thing you knew, you were on the ground with her on top of you.
She wrapped her hands around your throat, squeezing,
Tears filled your eyes as your lungs began to run out of oxygen.
The flower crown lay on the ground, forgotten.
Would Kiyo know that you made it for him?
You would never know...
Your vision began to get spotty and you couldn’t process thoughts properly anymore.
And then all of a sudden, you could breathe.
You gasped for air, thinking you had crossed over.
But then...
“I WILL TEAR OUT YOUR NERVES!”
“K-Kiyo?!”
You looked over at him.
He had pinned Angie to the ground.
You had never seen him so angry.
He looked like he was about to kill her.
“KIYO N-NO!”
He immediately jumped off of Angie and ran towards you, pulling you into a tight hug.
Angie sprinted off.
“Are you alright, my dear?!”
You looked up at him for a moment before screaming and crying into his chest.
He held you close and began to gently stroke your hair, whispering reassurances into your ear.
“I am right here, my love. No one will hurt you ever again. I swear on my life...”
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My Favorite Kind Of Night - 2.
Camboy!Bucky x CEO!Reader
Part 2 of this series
Run-through: On Friday nights, you are punctual to your virtual meet-up with your favorite camboy over a streaming platform, for your private stream session. You’ve known him for a couple of months now. He goes by the alias of ‘Winter Soldier’ on the platform, which is perfect for the kind of man he is; brawny and drop dead gorgeous. Over the past few months, he has become your favorite kind of night. And secretly, you became his as well. You two get closer over time, and things get interesting when your real, professional lives gets intertwined.
Themes throughout the series: sex worker!bucky, smut, phone sex, fluff, language, dirty talk
James Buchanan Barnes walked into your office not even a minute after your assistant walked out. And you took one look at him and your jaw almost dropped to the floor.
He was tall, broad and very muscular. Blue eyes which made your knees weak even though you were sitting down. His button down shirt seemed so damn tight around his biceps that you feared they might rip at the seams anytime now. Well-groomed beard and a man bun – very few men could pull off this look, but he did so perfectly. You could tell he had long dark brown hair; tied up in a bun which made him look so manly and strong and still boyish at the same time. His facial hair made him look mature and wise and yet, he had a playful smile.
You immediately liked his overall demeanor. And you liked it even more when he flashed that million dollar smile at you. Also, there was something about him which felt weirdly familiar.
“Good morning, Ma’am.” He spoke in a deep voice. Like the kind of voice you know you’d never get tired of. Just the right in between smooth and gruff.
Oh fuck. You gave him your best smile. “Good morning, Mr. Barnes. Please have a seat.”
You had to constantly remind yourself not to stare dreamily at him all throughout the interview. But God damn, James Buchanan Barnes was one fine specimen.
Better than Bucky? Your conscience asked and your eyes widened. Shit. You hadn’t thought about Bucky for even a second since James walked into your office. This man really had you under his spell, huh?
You asked him all the same questions you asked the other candidates, and his replies were well thought out. He was well spoken and carried himself with the right amount of confidence and ease. You could already see him fitting in just right with the rest of your staff. And he was perfectly qualified for the job as well.
You gave him another smile and spoke up, “Very well then, Mr. Barnes. We’ll be delighted to have you here with us. You may start as from tomorrow, is that alright with you?”
He gave you a bright smile back. “Of course, tomorrow’s perfect.” He stood up to leave and you shamelessly admired his back and of course, instinctively your eyes dropped to his lovely butt.
Oh damn. Was there anything about this man which wasn’t perfect?
Before he walked out, he turned around to face you again. “Have a nice day,” he spoke, catching you off guard, he added almost playfully, “Ma’am.”
“You too, Mr. Barnes.” Your voice sounded raspy and dry – mainly because he made you so nervous with just one look.
After James Barnes left your office, you leaned back in your seat with a goofy smile on your face. There was this weird sense of familiarity which lingered around even after he left. There was something about him which made it seem like you had met him before. Had you come across him at a party before? Or seen him on a magazine cover because God knows he belonged on one with all that beauty. You couldn’t put a finger on it.
Regardless, he occupied your thoughts for quite a while. Around an hour later, your phone buzzed while you were typing an email. You checked and saw that it was an incoming call from Bucky. Oh?
You held your phone with nervous, shaky hands. Streams, chats and texting were one thing, but calling? He had never heard your voice and this made you nervous. Fuck it.
You answered the call. “Hello?”
You heard a deep voice groan on the other hand. “Fuck… your voice just had to be as beautiful as the rest of you, huh?” Bucky spoke in that smooth, velvety and playful voice of his. You noticed he sounded a little different on call than he did on video.
You found your face getting hot, your toes curling in your Louboutins and your body getting tingly at the sound of his voice. “But you haven’t seen all of me yet.” You obviously hadn’t shown him your face yet. Which was so bizarre that neither of you knew each other’s name, nor what the other looked like, yet here you were – shamelessly flirting.
He chuckled, and it sent chills down your back and caused the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy. “I don’t have to. I know all of you is beautiful.” He paused. “Also I should tell you, that photo of yours is making it hard for me to go about my day in peace.” He paused again. “Pun intended.”
You laughed and leaned back in your seat. You felt much better now that you heard from him. You had been moody all morning given he hadn’t texted you. But just hearing his voice set your mood straight.
You two talked for about half an hour, carefully avoiding asking any personal questions about each other because you weren’t there yet and neither of you were sure what this… situation was nor where it would go so you both decided to just enjoy it and go with the flow. For now.
Your assistant walked into your office and motioned frantically to her watch – meaning you were a little late to a meeting. So you wrapped up the call with Bucky in the next minute.
“I gotta go. Duty calls.” You sighed, standing up and picking up your laptop.
He groaned again. “Time flies whenever I talk to you.”
You giggled. “Same here, Bucky.”
-
For the rest of the day, your thoughts kept bouncing back and forth from that flirty phone call with Bucky to thoughts of James Buchanan Barnes. Ah, what a pleasant dilemma it is having two hotties occupying your thoughts.
When you thought of James, your body tingled. The way he walked towards your desk; how he towered over you and how you liked it. How he looked at you with those intense blue-gray eyes, and how his voice carried this tone of comfort but also seriousness when he talked to you.
And when you thought of Bucky, you had more or less the same reaction. You had the shape of his body memorized. His voice when he talked to you on the phone, how he explicitly told you all the things he’d do to you. How goofy he was on text and how equally shameless on call.
Ugh stop. Bucky was a lovely distraction. He pleased you sexually despite being however many miles away and you paid him for it. That’s it. Right? And James was… well, your soon to be employee. You shouldn’t be thinking about him like that.
Oh goodness… what a mess. A hot mess.
-
Bucky was a happy man when he left your office building and got in a cab, making his way to his apartment. He still could feel how nervous he was when he first entered your office. Mainly because of the interview but also because he had opened his favorite girl’s message right before he stepped into his new boss’ office.
That photo messed with him in the best ways possible. Thank God he was a man who had mastered control, so when he did step inside your office, he didn’t do so with a hard on in his pants.
When Bucky saw his new boss, his jaw almost dropped to the floor but he caught himself before he slipped. And gave you his best smile. The interview went well, he gazed at you whenever you looked away.
Good thing he got the job, which means this wouldn’t be the last time he saw his boss. There was a warmth radiating off the classy, elegant woman behind the desk, one which felt familiar weirdly. But he couldn’t place his finger on it.
As soon as he got home, he decided to call his favorite girl right away. And the minute he heard the lovely voice, all thoughts of his very gorgeous boss left his head temporarily. And he immediately wished it was Friday night already, where he could spend time and pleasure his favorite girl.
When he got off the call. He smiled at the thought of the woman whom he had been flirting shamelessly with for the past days. Then he thought about his boss. What a perfect little mess, being torn between two obviously beautiful women – not knowing who to daydream about the most.
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Tuesday morning as you stepped into the elevator to go up to your floor, you sensed someone getting into the metal box along with you. You turned your face to the side and met with the prettiest stormy-blue eyes you had ever seen.
Your new office manager – James Barnes. Fucking hell.
“Good morning, Mr. Barnes. Ready for your first day?” you spoke, trying to act like you weren’t hot and bothered as you took in his appearance. The same well-groomed beard and slightly messy man bun. Dark blue button down shirt; which accentuated his eyes, grey tie and black slacks. His suit jacket folded over his arm. He looked good.
Better than good actually, he looked freaking hot. And you always were a sucker for men who knew how to dress properly.
He gave you a big smile. “Good morning, boss.” You chuckled at what he called you. “I am actually, and I promise not to let you down.” He spoke with a promise in his voice.
And you liked his confidence. His stance and demeanor screamed confidence, but not arrogance. Not one bit. “I’m certain you won’t.”
The rest of the elevator ride was spent in silence, both of you sensing the tension in between you two. You couldn’t tell if it was just a thing you had with elevators, or was it being inside a closed space with James which made you feel all hot and bothered.
On your way to the top, a couple of people entered the space as well. And in order to make room for them, James inched closer to you. And you could feel the smirk on his face as he did.
Lucky for you, he would work on the same floor as you. So you parted ways right outside his cabin.
“See you around, Mr. Barnes.”
“See you around, Ma’am.”
This time, the playfulness in his voice was hard to miss.
Your phone buzzed as soon as you sat at your desk, signaling you had a message from Bucky.
Bucky: I hope you’re missing me. Because I am.
You giggled and replied right away.
You: Always am, soldier. Gotta go though, duty calls again.
Bucky: Are you bored of me already? Damn, and here I thought you liked me :(
You shook your head at his message, smiling.
You: I do! I promise we’ll talk tonight.
Bucky: Okay, doll. I’ll wait.
You placed your phone down and got to work. There was a lot to be done today. Bucky lingered in the back of your head, but so did James. And you had to push aside thoughts of both men and get to work seriously.
You were going about your morning just fine, free of thoughts of both gorgeous guys for some hours, when a knock at your door caught your attention.
“Come in.” you called. And in walked one of the most perfect man you had ever seen – James. “Oh, hi. How have you been so far?”
He walked over to your desk with two coffee cups and handed you one. You smiled and motioned for him to take a seat. “Great actually. I love it here. I was getting coffee and met up with your assistant. Then she mentioned your constant need for caffeine so I thought I should get you some.”
You smiled. “Buttering me up, huh? What did you do, Mr. Barnes? How bad did you mess up?” you joked, taking the cup from him.
He laughed. “None of that. Just wanted to see how my boss was doing.”
You giggled. You were sure that by now all your staff knew how much you relied on coffee to get through the day.
-
You and James had a little chat – just about the company, and work and life in this city – before he had to get back to work. And even after he left, his cologne lingered in the air. You sighed in delight thinking about him. He was easy to be around and talk to. He was magnetic.
And the way he stared into your eyes when speaking made you all tingly and warm.
----
You got home and hopped into the shower. Your thoughts were again filled with James and Bucky. You made a mental note to call Bucky later since you had promised him so earlier in the day. But then, by the time you finished showering, a naughty idea formed inside your head as you looked at the large, floor to ceiling mirror in your bathroom.
You dried yourself, but on a flimsy black thong and posed in front of the mirror. Your arm shielding your breasts barely, as you snapped audacious pictures of yourself – naked, just in your thong; which also left very little to the imagination. Once satisfied, you selected a couple and sent them to Bucky.
Then you got dressed and lounged around in your bedroom; catching up on some reading, and responding to a couple of emails, until your phone rang again. It was Bucky, so you answered with a smirk.
“Hello Bucky.” You chirped, knowing damn well why he was calling.
He sighed, groaning. “Where are you?” his voice sounded so deep and raspy. The voice of a man who’s hot and bothered.
“In my bedroom. All alone. Why?” you acted oblivious.
He groaned loudly. “Get naked, and get on your bed. Now.” he ordered. Sounding so authoritative and stern that his voice sent pleasant chills down your spine, ending in tingles right in between your bed.
Woah… well you certainly didn’t expect that. “But… but today’s not our-,”
He cut you off by growling. “I don’t care what today is, babygirl. Your photos have me rock hard and now, I just need to hear you cum for me.”
Oh.
Your heart pounded at the sound of his voice. And at his request. This was new because he had never heard you moan, or orgasm before, it was always just him on video. This suddenly felt so intimate and it made you burn with desire and excitement.
“You…” you trailed off, not knowing how to reply to that.
He chuckled, and you could tell he had that god damn smirk on his face. “You heard me, babygirl. On your bed. Now.”
You trembled at the sound of his voice. “Okay.” You murmured and smiled as you got on your bed. You put the call on loud and waited.
“Now take off everything you’re wearing. I want you naked for me.” He whispered through the phone, his voice slowly but surely pulling you under his spell.
You took off the oversized shirt, and thong – leaving you bare in your bed. The dimmed lights only added to how hot you were feeling. Now all you needed was Bucky here with you, but unfortunately, despite however much you wanted him here in your bed physically, you’d have to make do with his voice alone.
“Are you done, babygirl?” he asked.
“Yeah.” your voice was just a little shaky.
“Good girl.” He purred and you almost audibly whined. “Now think of me and touch yourself.” he exhaled loudly, which gave away that he was probably touching himself as well. “If I was there, I would kiss every inch of your body, slowly… down your neck, your collar bones, and down your breasts… I would make you squirm and whine under me.”
You gasped as your cupped your breasts and pinched and tugged at your erected nipples. You imagined how those sinfully pink lips of his would feel against your skin. Warm and soft. He heard you, and chuckled.
“Are you wet for me, babygirl?” he asked, clearly smirking on the other end.
“Yes…” you whispered, voice barely audible as your hands slowly trailed down your body.
“Hmm,” he purred. “I wish I was there with you, in your bed. I would kiss my way down your body… your thighs, your pretty little cunt. And I wouldn’t give you want you wanted until you begged for it.” He chuckled. “Come on babygirl, beg for me…”
You whined loudly and obeyed. You begged, unashamedly, wantonly. And he was going crazy on the other end at the sound of your pleas. If only he could have you actually under him, he thought.
“Please Buck…” your voice hoarse and strained as you toyed with your breasts.
He chuckled. “Okay babygirl. You may touch your wet, little cunt for me.” He spoke, just a little breathless compared to earlier.
You lied down, parting your legs gently and touched yourself; imagining it was him. Your fingers slightly toyed with your folds.
“Feel how wet you are for me, babygirl? Fuck… I wish I was there to get a taste of your sweet little cunt. I’d put your legs over my shoulders, exposing you to me.” He chuckled darkly. “And I wouldn’t stop licking and tasting and eating out that little cunt of yours, fucking you with my tongue until you’re sensitive, and crying and begging for me to stop.” He growled.
Obscene sounds escaped your lips as your two fingers slipped inside your entrance with ease given that you were dripping by now. “Bucky…” you gasped, your body hot, your chest heaving.
“Hmm,” he groaned, touching himself at the thought of you. “I’m an impatient man, babygirl.” He chuckled again. “I would be so deep in you by now. Stretching you open, fucking you raw and making you scream and cum around my big cock.” He whispered, speeding up as he stroked himself.
Your back arched off the bed again, causing the air to mercilessly hit your bare chest and causing your nipples to erect even further. The pace at which your fingers effortlessly slipped in and out of you increased – your fingers brushing against every sensitive spot inside you; making you moan out loud.
He growled and swore under his breath as he heard you moan for him. “That’s it, babygirl, fuck yourself faster…” you did just as he asked. “Fuck, I wish I had you here on my lap. I would take you over and over and over again, just fucking you relentlessly, pumping my hard cock in and out of you until your body can’t take it anymore.”
You moaned out loud, back arching off the surface of the bed as you pushed your fingers deeper inside you; knuckles deep and you still wanted more. “Buck…” you gasped, swearing and moaning all at the same time.
“I’m right here, babygirl.” He whispered as he fisted his cock and threw his head back, grunting. “Are you close? Are you so close that you can’t think of anything else, huh? All you want is my big cock, isn’t it babygirl?”
You whined in response and he smirked.
“So desperate and needy, aren’t you baby? But don’t worry, I got you.” He groaned as he stroked himself faster. “Will you be my good girl and cum for me? Yeah?” he was starting to feel a little hazy, feeling his orgasm approaching fast.
You whimpered as you sped up your fingers inside you. “Yes… please Bucky.” You moaned and begged him to grant you your release. He was right, you couldn’t think of anything else. Nothing other than a certain man with a pair of blue eyes inside an elevator.
“Fuck… I love the sounds you make, babygirl.” He sounded breathless as he stroked himself, faster… and faster. He was groaning and clenching his teeth to keep himself quiet as he thought of a certain woman he saw this morning, behind a desk, looking like an angel yet so fuckable at the same time. “Come on, babygirl. Cum for me.”
The palm of your hands rubbed against your sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again; your moans got louder and louder as you felt your body getting warmer and warmer. You thrashed around and whined.
“Cum for me…” Bucky’s voice was a whisper. “Cum for me now!” he growled and you came around your own fingers as he came all over his hand. Both of you gasping, chest heaving and heartbeats ringing in your ears.
“Oh fuck…” you groaned as you let your orgasm wash over you.
Bucky panted, then chuckled. “Well done, doll.” he sounded so calm now that he had released all that pent up tension. His gorgeous boss, and then your photos. He was just a man, he could only take so much in one day.
You giggled as you came down from the high. “Now what was that, Soldier?” you asked, playfully.
He exhaled loudly through the phone and spoke, “Well, since we’re now friends, I figured I should also benefit from the perks of our friendship. Besides, you’re not exactly making it easy for me.”
You laughed. “Maybe I should do that often then, huh?” you teased.
He chuckled. “Like I said before babygirl, you can do and have whatever you want.” He repeated.
You smiled, part of you wondered why you thought of James earlier. And you got quiet for a minute. Bucky didn’t notice, because he too was wondering why he was thinking of his boss lady while touching himself just a minute ago.
“You okay, babygirl?” Bucky asked after a while, and you found your lids starting to droop a little.
You opened your mouth to speak, but yawned instead. Bucky heard and chuckled. “Yeah, just a little sleepy. I had a long day.”
He smiled and his voice came through the phone. “Get some sleep, okay? We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“Okay. Good night, Buck.” you replied, picking your phone up.
“Good night, babygirl.”
He ended the call and laid down on his back. Well, well, isn’t this a lovely way to end a night?
You sighed as you laid down on your back, lying naked in your bed you thought of the day and smiled. James and Bucky were making your days much better so far.
Just as you were about to doze off, your ‘work’ phone buzzed. You picked it up from your nightstand, and checked it. It was a new number who had texted you.
-Evening ma’am, this is James Barnes. Your assistant suggested that you should have my number. Also wanted to let you know that I’ve emailed you all the necessary details regarding the new project. Which you are not obliged to check right away of course. I can wait, I’m a patient man.
You chuckled a little at his message and quickly added him to your contacts.
You: Very well, Mr. Barnes. I’ll check the email first thing in the morning.
He replied right away.
James Barnes: Alright. Good night, ma’am
You giggled, typing a reply right away.
You: Good night, Mr. Barnes
You threw both your phones aside and fell asleep feeling all tingly.
Was it because of the very steamy phone call with Bucky or was it because James – your new, very hot employee just texted you good night?
Bucky put down his ‘work’ phone and fell into bed with his personal phone in hand. He played around for a bit, checked his socials then found himself staring at the photos you sent him earlier again. He sighed, smiling to himself.
He felt all warm. But he couldn’t tell if it was because of the phone call with you or because of the thoughts of his boss lady. Either way, he was a happy man as he fell asleep that night.
Little did either of you know that the grand revelation was right around the corner…
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