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cocobeanncteez · 3 years

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ATEEZ San- Explore (oneshot)

Genre: Fluff, smut, high school au.

Pairing: badboy!San x reader (fem)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: profanities, masturbating for the first time, handjob, clit play, fingering.

You took a bite of your sandwich, listening to your bestfriend talk to you and your friends about her first time with her boyfriend.

"I swear, nothing feels better than that," your bestfriend stated, taking a sip of her mango juice. "I can do it over and over again."

Miri laughed. "I told you you'd enjoy it! Now it's Y/N's turn!"

You nearly choked on your sandwich. "W-What?!"

"Y/N, I'm pretty sure you imagine Choi San fucking you until you see—"

"Shh!" you put your palm over her mouth. "We're in public! His crazy fans might hear you!"

A few months ago, you developed a crush on one of your school's badboys, Choi San, after he suddenly became interested in you after being partnered for an assignment. Initially, you thought he just wanted to get into your pants, but after five months of knowing him, you knew he genuinely cared about you. You couldn't deny that you liked the boy and of course you've thought about dating him, but you didn't know how he truly felt about you.

"I've seen the way you look at San," your bestfriend said with a smirk. "Not the lovey-dovey look, although I've seen that too, but I'm talking about the I-want-you-to-dick-me-down look." Your cheeks instantly turned a bright pink; were you really that obvious? Well, it's not your fault San looks irresistible. The man's a whole Greek God in your eyes.

"You should make a move on him, Y/N," Yeonhee said.

"Yeah, get some dick," Miri agreed.

"Guys, you're supposed to encourage me to study, not to have sex!" you said, finishing the remaining of your sandwich. "Besides, how will I let someone else do things to me when I've never done anything to myself?" Sure, you've made out before with your ex, but there was very minimal touching over the clothes and some tongue. You never went further than that.

"Then start with yourself, genius. Explore your body and get familiar with it," your bestfriend stated nonchalantly. "I have the perfect advice for you. Trust me, you'll love the experience once you start exploring yourself and it'll be even better when someone else does it for you."

"Hey, mom? Do we have coconut oil?" you asked, entering her bedroom. "My lips are really chapped," you lied, knowing your mother would definitely fall for it.

"Yeah, it's in the kitchen in the third cabinet," she answered. "It's good that you're finally using something natural and not those chemical filled products." Oh, if only she knew. "Coconut oil is very safe and has a lot of benefits."

"Mhmm, yeah."

You wished your mother goodnight before you made your way to the kitchen, filling a tiny container with the oil. You couldn't buy sexual lube at the moment and you didn't want to wait, so this was your only option.

You went to your room, placing the tiny container on your bedside table while waiting for your parents to fall asleep. Once you were sure they were asleep, you locked your bedroom door.

You took off your clothes and lied down on your back, remembering all the advice your friends gave you.

You coated your fingers with the coconut oil before pressing it to your clit. You gently rubbed your nub in an up-and-down motion, closing your eyes while you thought of San hovering over you, imagining that your fingers were his. Your free hand moved to cup one of your breasts, giving it a gently squeeze. You could feel the heat at your hole, dripping with your essence while you increased the pace, rubbing your clit faster, imagining San slamming his cock in and out of you.

"San!" you moaned loudly, fingers moving faster on your clit; you were glad your parents' room was downstairs and on the other side of the house. Your back arched and your jaw dropped when you felt your clit become sensitive; it felt so so good. You kept rubbing at your nub until your legs shook and your clit was overstimulated. Was that it? Did you cum? You didn't even know. You assumed you didn't based on what your friends described an orgasm as.

You tried to rub yourself again, but your clit was too sensitive to handle it. You slowly sat up, putting your panties back on, feeling a little disappointed that you didn't orgasm. Oh well, you can always try again next time.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made you jump and you cover yourself with your blanket.

"San?!"

San was inside your room, leaning against your open balcony door, staring at you with a smirk on his face. He was dressed in ripped jeans and a white t-shirt, and yet, he looked absolutely divine.

San has come into your room a bunch of times, but you certainly weren't expecting him today. He always calls you before coming over, so you wondered why he didn't do that this time.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your... session," he said, although he didn't seem sorry at all. "I would've stayed outside, but it's really cold, and as you can see, I'm not wearing warm clothes."

You didn't really know what to say. "Uh, when did you get here?"

"A minute or two before you moaned my name," he muttered with a smirk, making you pull the blanket up to cover your flushed face. So he saw pretty much everything?

San chuckled, moving to sit beside you on your bed. "Don't feel shy or embarrassed, Y/N," he pulled the blanket down to your neck to reveal your face. "I always think of you whenever I need to get off." You involuntarily let out a small whimper, feeling your sensitive clit throb at his words.

You sat up straight, letting the blanket fall to your waist, revealing your bare upper body. You noticed San gulp while his eyes took in the sight of your breasts. You wrapped your arms around his neck while you leaned in, gently kissing his jawline. San smiled, his hands moving to your bare waist, making you gasp at the feeling of his cold hands on your heated body.

Unable to control yourself, you crashed your lips onto his, and he responded immediately. You had imagined how it would feel to kiss San several times before, but this was a whole lot better.

Without breaking the kiss, you pushed him onto his back, straddling his lap. San smirked at your actions and you leaned down, reconnecting your lips. You involuntarily grinded onto his growing bulge, causing him to groan in pleasure. You could feel your panties sticking to your wet folds while you moved on him. Without breaking the heated kiss, San sat up, pulling you along with him, so that his back was resting against the headboard of your bed and you were still straddling him. He broke the kiss to trail open mouth kisses along your neck, making you tilt your head to give him more access.

"Can I touch you?" he mumbled against your skin, giving it a little nibble.

"Yes, please..."

San's hands moved up your body to your breasts. He gently massaged your breasts before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, giving it a little swirl before repeating the same action for the other one.

"You don't know how many times I've wanted to do this to you," he said, lips meeting yours in a quick kiss before he changed positions, hovering above you. "Every time I came to your room, I had to control myself so much from wanting to kiss you... to touch you..." his hand moved down to your thighs, giving it a squeeze before he teased your inner thighs. He slowly moved his hand to cup your clothed heat, making you whimper.

"Fuck, please touch me," you begged.

San slowly took your panties off, mouth watering at the sight of your glistening core. His fingers moved to your clit, gently stroking your sensitive nub. You grabbed his hand once your clit became too oversensitive again, stopping him from touching you.

"I... it's very sensitive from what I was... doing before. It was my first time, so I don't think I can handle more," you mumbled, cheeks heating up. That's when San noticed the tiny container of coconut oil on your bedside table.

"Oh, you masturbated for the first time today?" he asked. You nodded, a little embarrassed.

"And you were thinking of me while you did it? Fuck, that's so hot," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you. "Since you're overstimulated, I won't touch you there. But I can finger you, if and only if that's okay with you."

You nodded. "It won't hurt, right?"

"From what I've heard, it most likely won't. I'll be as gentle as possible."

"Okay... then finger me, please."

San kissed your neck while his fingers explored the area around your entrance, avoiding your sensitive clit; he didn't want to just shove his fingers up immediately. "Just relax, baby," he murmured against your skin, and your tense body relaxed a bit. He ran his finger along your wet folds, collecting your juices. He took his time, teasing you around that area, trying to get you wetter.

When you felt wetter, he moved his body to rest in between your legs. He slowly slipped a finger into your hole. "Does it hurt?" he asked. You shook your head and he continued pushing his finger all the way in. You winced at the slight sting you felt when he pulled his finger back a little. "Are you okay? Does it hurt, baby?"

"It stings a little, but it's tolerable," you said, your hands moving to his messy black hair.

San slowly started pumping his finger in you, trying to be as gentle as possible; the stingy feeling was starting to fade away and you let him know that. He tapped around your walls, searching for your g-spot. You sucked in a breath when he found your spot, clutching a fistful of his hair. "Found it," he smirked, continuing to finger you, making sure to hit that very spot.

"S-San..." you moaned, your walls clenching around his finger. He kissed and gently sucked on the skin of your inner thighs while he fingered you. You could feel something building up in your lower stomach, and you assumed you were close to orgasming. "San, I think I'm—"

"Let it go," he pumped his fingers faster, making your back arch. "Cum for me, baby." His words and a few more pumps was all it took for your orgasm to wash over you, making you loudly moan his name. He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean, eyes closing at your taste. "So fucking sweet."

You pulled San into a kiss, tasting yourself, feeling really happy and relaxed. You felt his hard-on press against your inner thigh, and you instantly pulled away. "Let me help you now."

San pecked your lips. "It's fine, Y/N. This is all new to you so I don't want to make you uncomfortable or something."

"I'll be happy knowing that you're satisfied too," you said, running a hand through his hair. "But you'll have to show me how cause I've never done this before."

He chuckled cutely, kissing you softly before he sat against the headboard. "Grab the oil, baby. Pour some onto your palm," he said, pulling his t-shirt over his head, revealing his toned abs. You did as he said while watching him unzip his jeans, taking it off along with his briefs, causing his hard cock to slap against his lower stomach, the tip leaking with precum. Your eyes roamed all over his naked body; you always thought San looked extremely handsome, but now he looked even better.

"Touch me, Y/N," he said with a smile, grabbing your attention. "You just have to touch me like this," he showed you how to do it and gave you a few tips.

"Okay..."

You gently wrapped your oily hand around his length, earning a slight hiss from him. You moved your hand up and down his length just like he showed you, lubricating it with the oil. You twisted your hand slightly, moving closer to his tip. "Fuck," he muttered when you swiped your finger along his slit; you mentally noted that he liked it. Your hand moved back down and you added a little pressure, slowly jerking him off. "You're doing so well, baby," he moaned, staring at you with hooded eyes, lower lip caught in between his teeth. You increased the pace, making him buck his hips up. "Keep going, doll... I'm so close." You moved your hands faster, earning a loud groan from San while he orgasmed, his cum shooting onto his stomach and some spilling onto your hand. You stroke him for a few more seconds before removing your hand.

San pulled you into a quick kiss. "That was amazing, Y/N. You did so well."

"T-Thanks..." you blushed. "I'm glad you liked it."

"I loved it," he pecked your lips. "Let's clean up, hmm?" You nodded, and the two of you made your way to your bathroom.

San told you about his day while you both washed up. After you both got dressed, you cuddled on your bed, resting your head on his chest.

"Oh, by the way... I actually came here to tell you something," San said, intertwining your hand with his.

"Tell me what?" you questioned sleepily; you could hear his heartbeat speed up.

San took a deep breath, feeling quite nervous. "I... I like you, Y/N," he confessed. "I've liked you ever since we worked on that assignment together. My feelings just keep getting stronger, so I just had to let you know today."

You moved so that you could see his face that was filled with hope and anxiety because he wasn't sure if you felt the same way even after what you both did minutes ago.

You reached up to cup his cheek, hand moving down to run along his sharp jawline. You brought his face closer to yours, capturing his lips in a soft, slow kiss, instantly making his tense body relax. You pulled away slightly to say, "I like you too, Sannie."

San smiled wide, his dimples showing. He pulled you into a kiss even though he wasn't able to stop smiling.

He pulled away to look at you, his hand gently running through your hair. "Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me tomorrow?"

You nodded with a smile, pecking his cheek. "Gladly."

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ja3minz · 4 years

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warnings. fem!reader, voyeurism, public fingering, light humiliation and manipulation kink, finger sucking. ment. jeno, renjun, hyuck.

this was wrong.

this was so very wrong, and you knew it. there was this churning feeling in the pit of your stomach, a stinging sensation in the base of your thumbs that told that you were doing something terribly immoral.

well...you weren’t the one doing it. technically.

the metaphorical devil on your shoulder tried to reason, and you made a small, annoyed noise to yourself. two long fingers had practically made their home inside of your core; index stroking your sensitive bundle of nerves slowly but it was still enough to put you in a haze.

you squeezed your thighs shut, puffs of hot breath leaving your lips in quick succession. the culprit only hummed in response, a shameless grin spreading over his face, brown eyes glinting with what could only be described as playful defiance. na jaemin had you exactly where he wanted you.

“you’re doing so good, sweetheart.” jaemin whispered, his head buried in the crook of your neck. “such pretty little noises you’re making for me.”

you whined in response, and you sounded so meek and submissive; you hated it. you never once in your wildest dreams thought that jaemin of all people, the boy who just a day ago was happily introducing himself to your parents, would be the one to have you in such a predicament. cuddled up on the couch with him, a throw blanket rested over both of you, while jeno and renjun sat mere inches away from you.

there was a part of you that remembered growing up with nct dream, watching them walk their path to achieving their dreams of becoming idols. you remembered meeting jeno and jaemin back when they were in the mickey mouse club, all of you in the same age range with goals of making it big.

so, the fact that you were inside of their dorms being fingered by their best friend and bandmate while they were supposed to be watching movies almost felt sacrilegious.

but you didn’t dare tell jaemin to stop.

so he continued, index finger lazily massaging your soaking wet core as if nothing was happening. he even managed to keep a straight face, staring at the screen and turning to crack jokes with jeno every so often. he wasn’t even blushing! how the hell was that fair at all?

you were filled with so much shame, and yet at the same time the thrill of being touched so explicitly right in front of people made your heart race.

every time his fingers would dip to gather some of your essence, teasing at your begging hole, it would take every ounce of you not to scream. you wanted to drop to your knees and beg him to just fuck you stupid, right in front of everyone. you wanted him to go faster, you wanted his mouth on you, you wanted his hands all over you.

goddamnit, you just wanted to cum.

“nngh...t-tease…” you mumbled, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration. jaemin only chuckled softly in response, other hand rested on your thigh; fingers drawing patterns over the expanse of it. “but you sound so cute.” he giggled against your ear, kissing your cheek. “you’re so good for me, doll, you’re doing so good.”

to the naked eye, jaemin was just being overly affectionate. which was in his nature truly, so jeno and renjun didn’t bat an eyelash at him canoodling with you the way he was. if only they knew what magic his fingers were working underneath that throw blanket.

“should i let you cum right here? hm?”

panic began to rise through your chest as jaemin picked up his speed, he kept an eye on his friends, index finger rubbing your clit in quick circles; or as quick as he could do without getting caught. you dug your fingers into the flesh of his arm, whimpering softly as you shut your eyes to try to focus. you were trying your absolute best not to let your thighs tremble, but it was useless at this point.

“jaem, no...n-not here. please, not here.” you pleaded with him, voice a broken whisper. jaemin hummed, his middle finger slipping inside of you before you could stop him.

you inhaled sharply, which caused jeno and renjun to turn to look at you. “you okay?” renjun tilted his head at you and you scrambled to come up with an excuse, nodding your head rigorously.

“yeah! i’m okay! i, uh. i just...accidentally scratched myself too hard. g-gotta cut my nails later.”

renjun narrowed his eyes at you for a moment before nodding, seemingly buying it, and you felt like your heart was gonna come tumbling out of your ass at any minute.

jaemin giggled again, nibbling on your earlobe. “nice save, baby. you’re adapting well.” he teased, and you were so angry you wanted to scream. as a ‘reward’ he curled his middle finger inside of you and you were losing your mind.

you bit down on your lip so hard it hurt, head falling and resting on his chest. “please...please please please please…” you whispered.

“shh shh. c’mon, baby, you can handle it.” jaemin whispered into your ear. “you’re doing so good. so good, my baby, you’re gonna earn your orgasm. i’ll make you feel so good.”

you bit back another whimper, eyes falling shut again as you tried to calm yourself as best as you could. you felt like one more prod was going to send you right over the edge. “nana...i c-can’t…”

“you can.”

jaemin’s voice was dark and demanding, and it made you shiver. “sit still.”

minutes went by, and they felt like hours. the movie had finished and the boys had a long conversation about how boring it was for it to have been a horror movie; you were unable to contribute much as you weren’t paying much attention to it to begin with.

the plan was to order food and watch something significantly better, which in jeno’s mind was some obscure murder mystery he had found on netflix. jeno had left to go to the bathroom, renjun getting up to make popcorn and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“jaem, for fuck’s sake.” you finally burst out, whimpering and whining as you buried your face in his chest. “you’re so fucking mean, i hate you.”

jaemin laughed as he slid a second finger into you, surveying the area and making sure the coast was clear before curling both fingers and ramming them into you with such speed you were sure you were going to pass out. after at least an hour of slow teasing, the sudden onslaught of pleasure was almost over stimulating. you threw your head back, eyebrows furrowing and eyes crossing while your thighs instinctively shut around his hand. it was too much for you, so much that you began to try and squirm away from him only to have jaemin give your thighs a firm slap.

“keep them open.”

“n-no, you’re gonna...m-make me…”

“that’s the plan.” jaemin glanced up again, making sure to keep a lookout. “if you don’t cum before they get back, you’re gonna have to wait another hour or more. possibly until they fall asleep, which could take all night. you’re very impatient so i know you don’t want that.”

oh, god you hated time limits.

you were sure you had, at best, 30 seconds or less before jeno or renjun returned. the last thing you wanted was to be caught mid orgasm by either of them. what would they think of you? their friend reduced to some disgusting little whore being fingered on their expensive couch?

something about that turned you on so much more, though. the adrenaline of trying not to be caught, chasing your orgasm as fast as you could. “you’d better hurry…” jaemin sounded almost sing-songy in your ear, fingers still fucking into you at speed your brain couldn’t comprehend. with the palm of his hand rubbing against your clit, you were melting into his arms.

you stuffed your fingers into your mouth in a feeble attempt to keep yourself quiet enough that they wouldn’t hear but your poor brain was fried, all you could think of was jaemin and how good his fingers felt inside of you.

‘fuck, i have to cum now. i need it, i need it so bad. they’re gonna see me, fuck. oh, god, they’re going to catch me. this is so fucked, they’ll never see me the same if they catch me. they’ll think im such a slut, i have to hurry!’

suddenly your jaw went slack, the burning knot in the pit of your stomach finally unraveling. there was an explosion of white, followed by splotches of every other color in the rainbow as you convulsed in his arms. you found yourself biting down on jaemin’s collarbone as you hid your face in the crook of his neck trying not to scream while he cooed in your ear.

“theeere she is. that’s my girl, i knew you could do it. i knew you could hold out for me, baby. fuck, you’re so beautiful, that’s it. thaaat’s it, fuck my hand. god, you’re amazing.”

you whined desperately, trying to push his arm away as he continued to rub at your over sensitive clit. your chest was heaving, tears clinging to the corners of her eyes and then you heard footsteps. jeno had returned first.

he sighed, sliding his phone back into his pocket before glancing around the room; locking eyes with you. you looked out of breath, panting in jaemin’s arms while he smiled down at you with a loving look in his eyes. “what the fuck are you two doing?” he asked bluntly with a laugh.

you startled, giggling nervously out of instinct. had he seen you? did he know what was going on?

“i showed her this funny video donghyuck sent me.” jaemin answered calmly, removing his fingers from their warm spot inside of you. “she started doing that thing where she laughs until she cries.”

god, he’s way too good at this.

you lifted a hand to wipe your tears and gave another giggle, playing along with his story. “the stupidest shit makes me laugh, it’s really awful.”

jeno scoffed a small laugh, falling down on the couch. “yeah, tell me about it. your humor’s so fucked, one weird sound and you’re giggling about it for weeks.”

‘home safe. god, how did i get out of this.’ you thought as he and jaemin delved into a conversation of stupid memes and how weird the internet’s humor had become.

renjun returned with popcorn and the food jeno had ordered, giving jaemin the chance to fully retrieve his hand as they had their backs turned. “messy girl.” he whispered to you, smirking as he showed you his two fingers coated in your juices.

you felt like your face was on fire, watching him dramatically encase his own fingers within his mouth; licking your cum clean off them before turning to grab the ramen he had ordered as if nothing had happened.

you started incredously at the back of his head, in utter shock at just how brazen your boyfriend truly is. you hated that you weren’t sure if you could control yourself the next time you were left alone with him. you were half considering taking him to the bathroom to take his cock into your mouth and give him a taste of his own medicine.

you decided to keep your composure, though. trembling hands reaching for the peach flavored drink you ordered while jaemin practically burst with pride when renjun began to tease you for your shaking hands.

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xsugarysweetsx · 3 years

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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 5

A/N: Characters are above the age of 18! Iwaizumi is set as 21 and, reader is 19 turning 20!!

Warnings; closing up again, arguing, iwa being mean, slight angst, slight cursing, slight action (Im horrible at writing action scenes)

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“Wow...it’s been years since he’s shown his vulnerable side. I think you’re getting through to him Y/N“ Oikawa spoke with you in the garden that early morning. You woke you before Hajime and decided to take a walk in the garden and watch the flowers open up. From what Oikawa tells you he appreciated what you had done the night before.

“I don’t know....whenever he’s nice or trying to be it seems forced“ you answer disappointed. You won’t lie to yourself holding him as he held you was nice and something you would welcome again. Would you say it was love or feelings for him?

You weren’t exactly sure for that matter.

“Well I think,“ Oikawa picks a flower and hands it to you “you my dear, are getting to our king and you want to know something?“

“What?“

“someone has a crush~“ he wiggles his shoulders nudging you a bit

“Me?“ you asked confused and he simply nodded with a huge grin. Oh goodness was he really playing cupid right now? Before you could answer someone had called your name

“Y/N?“ Turning around you see Hajime still in his nightwear, just being silk pants and no shirt. He also looked as if he had been running? You stand as he approaches you

“Are you okay you look-“

“I’m fine, you were gone and I was....I” he stops himself “We, have a meeting with a neighboring kingdom this afternoon and we aren’t ready yet“

“Oh I’m sorry. We’ll talk later Oikawa“ you wave as you follow Hajime back to your shared room. He immediately started to get dressed and so you did the same. Shimming out of your nightgown and walking to the the closet where all your dresses hung.

He seemed to be taking this one quite seriously so you take out your favorite dress. It was a pastel pink dress with delicate designs and small detail, simple yet lovely.

Slipping in to it you go to Hajime and let him tie the corset behind you. This became routine for you now. Helping each other dress and look presentable, now it was just habit. Turning you fix up his buttons and make sure his hair is neat, meanwhile he clasps your necklace around your neck. You do the same for him as your final touches are done.

“How do I look?“ you ask once you were ready. You had never asked him that before and he was caught a bit off guard. He took a breath and did what Oikawa told him. To speak his mind

“You look...beautiful..“ he said honestly.

“T-thank you I um...you look handsome“ you compliment back “So who are we meeting, you seem a bit worried“ you said taking his arm

“They’re a neighboring kingdom who like to pick fights and and battles for more territory“ he explains as you walk down the hall

“Some time ago they’d pick on farmers who live on the outskirts of the kingdom and steal their goods. Which is why we hesitate to expand land. They had sent a request to become allies, but” he stopped turning to look at you

“They tend to be very sneaky and will take every chance they can grasp to get their ways. So stay aware understand?“ you gave him a firm nod as his hand slips into yours. It was so...warm, something you had never felt before. It made you feel, safe, it wasn’t a strong hold not a weak one. Two guards stood outside the room and opened the doors.

Upon entering the meeting room sat a man with sharp eyes and a mischievous smirk. If you remember correctly from your lessons they must be from the Kingdom Nohebi, King Suguru Daishou. You and Hajime curtsy and they do the same before taking seats.

“So the cold king has finally taken a bride, it was about time.“ he chuckles as the papers were laid in front of you all. You pick up your piece and begin to read. Most say to just sign the papers but this was something you were giving permission to, you should at least read it.

“What are you thinking so far?“ Hajime asks

“It all seems reasonable except for the part of farms having to house your men whether they want to or not.“ your brows furrow “In other words forced-“

“Well your highness, my knights work extremely hard and most nights are late patrols,“ he intertwines his fingers and rests his chin on them “When they need rest it’s dangerous to do so in the forest“ he smiles

You still argue against it “Yes but our farmers and yours have the right to refuse if they feel it is needed-”

“It’s the least they can do seeing they’re nothing but dead weight on the kingdom. Just uh...crumbs“ he chuckles smiling at you

“Do as you want with your kingdom but ours work tirelessly to plant and harvest crops and I will not allow for our soldiers or yours to force themselves into homes.“ You stand your ground with a fiery passion. This was a side Hajime had not seen..and he kind of liked it. Oikawa stood in his spot very interested with what you were saying.

Suguru didn’t take it too well “If I remember well, the queen was simply there to give the kingdom beauty, she wasn’t to speak during trades.“

“Well then I’m the first. If I am queen, I will protect my people“ damn he felt his cheeks heating up

“You need to learn to control your woman King Iwaizumi, teach her to hold her tongue” Hajime felt something boil within him. He was angry and wanted to punch him in his smug face but you had beat him to it. The sound of paper ripping filled the room as you threw the pieces at him.

“I reject your proposition“

“That’s really too bad“ he said calmly snapping his fingers. Next thing you knew you were held against cold armor with something cold help to your neck. Scanning the situation you had been brought to the edge of a sword threatening to pierce your skin. You breath was caught in your throat, your eyes frozen on Hajime

“Guards!“ Oikawa called out but only made the blade come against you more. You were genuinely scared at this moment. The guards come in and freeze in place

“Now, now Iwaizumi, listen closely. If your guards try and come near me, you may big farewell to your queen.“ he said walking to you and pinching one of your cheeks

“Or maybe I’ll keep her for myself she’d make a fine con-“ and just like a that a punch had landed him square in the jaw sending him to the floor. Quick reflexes allow him to take a hold of the guards sword and get you out of deaths grip.

He pushes you behind him keeping the sword in a strong hold. His guards rushing in to cease the enemy.

“Get her to our room and do not let her leave“ he said handing her over to his guards

“Yes sir.“ you were then escorted by three of his guards. Walking to Suguru he squats down and pulls him close to his face

“Pull something like that again, and it’ll be your head hanging on my wall....understand?“ Suguru nods as his body trembles in Hajime’s hold. Letting his go he walks to the door

“Kick him out and cut our contact off. And I want more men to begin training.“ he said to Oikawa, his entire aura had changed. To one of anger and rage, this couldn’t be good could it?

You paced the floor of the shared room waiting for something, anything. You hand rests over your heart where it pounded in your rib cage. If it wasn’t for Hajime you would have been done for. Suddenly the door opens and closes again, turning quickly you see it’s Hajime

“Oh you’re okay I um..“ you walk to him and take his hands in yours “Thank you...you really saved my life there I-“

“You’re absolutely careless,“ your eyes widen as your head shoots up to look into his eyes “Do you understand what an idiotic move that was I told you to keep your damn guard up and you go and pull that stunt!“

“But...it was wrong I had to-“

“What you had to do was keep your damn mouth shut and not say anything. I already told you we were not on good terms and he can now possibly declare a war upon us“ he snatches his hands from yours and walk about the room massaging the bridge of his nose.

You felt a bit guilty about it “I-I’m sorry..I thought I was helping..” you say quietly

“Helping?! You nearly got yourself killed! That would have been another death on my shoulders to carry. Damn woman, if it weren’t for you none of this would have happened.“

“Well at least I care for the people of this kingdom unlike you!“

“And you think just because you are here you’d make it better? Please, things would be much easier without you here to pester me.” damn he was angry “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you trying to be all nice to me, whatever in the hell is going on through your head, you’re mistaken“

“..you really are a cold king aren’t you. Not a single trace of compassion..“

“Of course I am. You may be crown queen but you mean nothing to me, if I wanted to have a passionate night I could have a concubine as soon as tonight if I wish“ he said carelessly

You felt the tears welling up from his words “Why did I expect any different from you“ you walk to the door and open it “you’re mother wouldn’t be happy with this.... would she?“ and off you went closing the door.

You run into the old room you were once in. Cold and unwelcoming, just like it’s king. You take the necklace off and toss it on to the vanity and lay on to the bed.

Your head was spinning and your heart throbbed. You thought you had progressed, but it was all for show. He said it, you meant nothing to him. Whatever it was you felt grief wash over you as a sob took over your body. A shaken sob falls from your lips as tears stain the sheets. A knock came to the door, a timid head came in

“your majesty?“ it was Rose she came in and shut the door. “Ma’am, do you need something“ lifting your head to look at her. Her kind eyes only made you break down and fall into his seeking comfort. She patted your back and let you get everything out

“I tried Rose..s-so hard it just..rose...“ you look up at her with dreadful eyes “I-I think...“

“What is it ma’am?“

“I think I..l-love....“ she completely understood and just let you continue until you had fallen asleep from crying. She really did feel bad for you, you had tried so hard but only got his cold side as a result. After setting you properly in bed she walks out of the room quietly. Oikawa happened to be passing by and had gone to ask Rose what happened

“She’s..*sigh* she’s very hurt. She had cried until she had fallen asleep. I think she’s developed feelings for the king and after their argument she’s just so broken“

“I’ll see what the king says then, get some sleep alright?“ he kisses her forehead and heads back to Hajime’s room. He simply walks in on the king sulking in his chair.

“What did you say to her?“

“What she couldn’t handle a few words? Pft, she’s weaker than I though-“

“Hajime!“ it’s been a few years since he used his first name “She just cried herself to sleep because of you! I don’t care what your argument was about but if you really want this to work this isn’t how you deal with a problem!“

Hajime was shocked to say the least.

“I thought she would have been someone to give you a wake up call and realize you don’t have to be so cold. And to think she actually cares for you....” disappointed was an understatement

“....I was afraid...”

“What?” Now Oikawa was just confused

“If I....if I had seen it coming she wouldn’t have been put in danger...” without another word he stands form his seat and leaves the room

“Damn him! He never listens!” Oikawa stomped his foot almost childlike.

Hajime walks to your old room and opens the door carefully. Peaking inside he sees your chest rising and falling slowly. Walking closer to you he could see how the moon reflected on the dry tear marks in your cheeks. On the vanity your necklace caught the light, shimmering every now and then.

He squats down to eye level with you and brushes some hair form your face. His heart had a slight pang seeing you like this.

“I can’t say this to you while you’re awake, but I was genuinely afraid of them taking you. I lost my parents and friends over the years....I’m not losing you either” he lays a kiss to your forehead and whispers against it “I’m sorry, please forgive me.” he pulled the covers over to keep you warm, he stands and walks back out of the room and calls over two guards.

“You already know what I want you both here for. Once she wakes escort her to where she what’s to go, and stay with her, understood?”

“Yes sir.” They stand their ground now, protecting by you as you slept. Hajime returns to his room and sits in front of his vanity. He removes his jewelry and strips form his clothing. The room felt heavy and empty without your presence. Without you cleaning up in the bathroom, or brushing your hair.

He slips under the covers and huffs out a breath. He looks to his left where you were supposed to be laying. His hand hesitantly reaches over and brings you pillow closer to him. It smelled of you, the gentle smell of flowers and soap filled his nose with delight. It should have been you in his arms, like that night you held him.

Oh how he loved being held and comforted, you more gentle then they had told him. He swore he would make it up to you, tomorrow was his chance to apologize. His chance to show you a different side of him, he can only hope you’ll accept his apology.

His sleep was restless, he tossed and turned not able to stay asleep. Just as the sun was rising Hajime got out of bed and ran straight to Oikawa. He woke with a start from knocking at his door, he grumbled over to the door. He scowled looking at Hajime

“If you think saying sorry before sunrise is romantic you should think agai-“ he tried to close the door but was stopped by Hajime

“I need your help, I want to apologize to her today but I’m not sure how“ Oikawa crossed his arms and leans on the door frame

“Two conditions“ he held up his two fingers “One, you have to follow my plan and do it with your heart and soul, two, you need to tell her how you feel“

“....“

“Iwa...“

“Fine, where do we start?“ he asked. Oikawa smiles and walks past him, following him Oikawa leads him to the servant floor. He walks down to the last door, he recognized it as the one maid who has been here since he was a child.

Oikawa goes in and comes back about 2 minutes later. He came back with a young girl who was rubbing sleep from her eyes. As soon as she sees Hajime she wakes up and bows to hi m

“Good morning you majesty-“

“You don’t have to Rose but we do need your help“ Oikawa lifts her and cups her face “can you?“ she nods and he kisses her nose

“...Since wh-“

“Off we go!“ he was cut off being dragged down the hall into Oikawa’s plan. Hopefully this won’t make his position with you worse than it already was.

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thewickedkings · 4 years

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Tell Me What You’re Thinking ~Part 2~

Part 1 || Masterlist

A/N: You asked for part two, and you shall receive. If you haven’t read part one, it’s linked above! This may or may not be more than two thousand words, but I couldn’t help myself. I really wanted to explore Jude and Cardan’s struggles and insecurities in their relationship post QON. Hope you guys like it :)))

Trigger Warnings: Mild Cursing (Let me know if there is anything I missed)

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Jude wraps her hands around the warm tea Vivi made for her.

Vivi watches her expectantly. “So?”

Jude sighs. “Just… give me a second. I need to think.”

Vivi nods and moves to clear away the dishes drying next to the sink.

“Cardan and I got into a fight.”

Vivi snorts. “No shit.”

Jude massages her temples. “I know, but I think I really messed things up. God, I’m so stupid.”

Vivi doesn’t say anything, waiting Jude out.

“I- I just, I don’t know how to tell him things, things that are messing with my head, you know? And he could tell I was being distant, and I hurt him.” Jude squeezes her eyes shut.

“You aren’t the best at communication,” Vivi hedges. She looks up, eyes searching Jude’s face. “What couldn’t you tell him?” she says slowly.

Jude’s neck heats up, and she sips her tea to avoid the question.

But maybe if she can tell Vivi, it will be easier to tell Cardan. “The people, they’re talking about a-” Jude clears her throat. “An heir.”

Vivi’s face softens in understanding. “And what exactly about that is bothering you?”

Jude swallows. “I don’t even know if I want kids yet.” She pauses. “But if- if there were to be an heir, it would be half-mortal.”

Her skin feels tight, the fierce urge to flee and protect herself running through her at the confession. She forces herself to push through, staring intensely at her tea.

Her voice is rough. “It would destabilize the rule. You know how the fae are, they wouldn’t take the heir seriously with mortal blood running through his veins.”

Vivi finishes drying the dishes and pulls out the chair across from her. “Jude, you are their queen. If they have a problem with that, put them in their place.” She pushes a strand of hair behind her pointed ear. “That’s not the issue though, is it? At least not why you can’t talk to him about it.”

Jude takes a sip from her tea, studiously avoiding a response.

“Jude, if you don’t talk to anyone about it, you won’t be able to move forward.”

Jude’s hands clench around her mug. “I know.” Her voice lowers, barely a whisper. “What if he doesn’t want a half-mortal child?”

Vivi’s voice hardens. “Then screw him. But Jude, if there’s anything I’ve learned from seeing the way he is with you, that won’t matter to him.”

“You don’t know how he was, before. He always brought up how mortal, how weak I was. I know he’s changed, I know that, but I still-” Her voice breaks.

Vivi sighs. “Jude, this is something you have to talk to him about it. You can’t just keep avoiding it like you always do. Trust me, I know. You’ll just hurt both of yourselves.”

“How?” Jude rasps. “How do I tell him that?”

“Just like you did. I know it’s hard, but it will be better after you do.”

“But he was so angry. He couldn’t even look at me. What if he’s still mad?”

“He was mad because you weren’t talking to him. I can see how much he loves you, and you probably hurt him. You have to at least talk to him. You owe him that.”

Jude nods, shutting her eyes and letting out a soft breath. “Okay.” She gets up, her motions jerky. “I need to- I need to go. I need to tell him.”

Vivi puts an hand on Jude’s shoulder. “You need some rest. I know you feel like you should go, but you should get some rest before you figure this out.” Vivi gently tugs Jude into the living room and onto the couch. Jude is too exhausted, both emotionally and physically, to protest. Vivi pulls a blanket over Jude, her hand resting on her shoulder for a beat longer than normal.

Before she’s pulled into the welcoming tendrils of sleep, Jude reaches her hand out, fingers grasping Vivi’s arm. “Thank you. For helping me.” She falls asleep before she hears Vivi’s response.

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When Jude returns to the palace, something immediately feels off. The flowers outside the palace are wilted, and prickly vines have encased the walls. The air is taut with tension, and Jude hugs her cloak around her.

Instinctively, she knows Cardan will be in the throne room. But instead, she makes her way in the opposite direction to their chambers to wait for him. It seems fitting, to work through this where it started. She gets ready for bed and slips into the blankets, picking up a book to distract her thoughts as she waits.

When Cardan returns to their rooms, it is late. The telling glaze of alcohol is absent from his eyes, yet Jude gets the sense that he had drunk after she left. He pulls off his intricate doublet, leaving only the undershirt beneath, exhaustion marring his actions.

She resists the urge to wrap her arms around him and rest her head in the junction between his neck and shoulder, to relieve some of the burden she had placed on him. He gages her wearily, opting to sit on the armchair next to the fire. He remains silent, and Jude realizes he is waiting for her to speak.

Jude moves to the chair across him. “Cardan, I’m sorry.”

He barks out a laugh, sudden against the steady crackle of the fireplace. “For what?”

“You were right. I was being distant. I wasn’t telling you things.”

His jaw ticks. “I know I was right.”

He has every right to be angry at her. “I’m not good at this. I don’t know how to-” Jude shrugs helplessly, “I want to try to be better. I know I’m not the best at showing it, but I love you.”

Cardan swallows. His gaze is trained on the fire, shadows jumping across the smooth planes of his face. “You left.”

“I was scared.” She says, her voice small. “Sometimes it’s easier for me to go back to hiding.”

Cardan finally turns to look at her. The vulnerability, the openness in his eyes, even after everything she said to hurt him, rocks her. Despite everything, he is still trying with her. And she… well, she had run away at the first sign of trouble.

Jude reaches out hesitantly for his hand, and Cardan doesn’t pull away. She wraps her fingers around his, and Jude’s words stumble out. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I lied. The break was a lie.”

Cardan sighs, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “I want this to work, Jude. But you have to talk to me.”

“I know,” she says, voice small.

“I know what I want. What is it that you want?” Jude opens her mouth to respond, but Cardan continues. “I cannot… I cannot keep playing these games with you. If you do not want this, then tell me and leave me in my misery. Do not give me hope.”

He rises from his chair and gets on his knees in front of her, clutching her hands between his, his palms warm against hers. His eyes are gazing into her with determination. “You must know I want this future with you Jude. I want everything with you, everything I never thought I could have. You must know...” His voice changes then, something a little like yearning slipping in. “You must know that I want to spend my whole life with you, even have a family with you, if you’d want that.”

Jude flinches slightly, and Cardan catches it.

His gaze roves over her, assessing. “You do not want children?” he says slowly.

“No, that’s not what I… I don’t know Cardan.”

His jaw clenches. “You do not want children with me.”

“Cardan, that’s not what this is about.”

His voice softens, a tinge desperation sifting through. “Then tell me, Jude. What is it? Let me in.” In this moment, he is not the High King of Elfhame. He is her husband.

Jude tightens her grip on his hands and averts her gaze, unable to look Cardan in the eye as she lays herself bare. “The people- they are talking about an heir.” She feels completely and utterly foolish, yet she continues, forcing the words out. “And if we were to have an heir… it would be half mortal. If you do not want that, I understand. It would be smarter for the kingdom, and the people…” Her voice trails off.

Cardan’s hand reaches up to gently cup her cheek. “Jude, look at me.”

She grudgingly lets her gaze return to his, something inside her feeling scraped raw.

“I do not care that our child would have mortal blood. Mortal blood does not make you weaker. You are the strongest person I have ever known, and you are a mortal.” He pauses, his next words tentative. “I know… I know I have said things in the past, but Jude, believe me.” He presses a kiss to her knuckles. “If you wanted a child, with me, I would be the happiest man alive.”

Jude feels as though the weight of mountains has been lifted off her shoulders. Some irrational part of her thought that he would prefer to have children with one of the fae, all her old insecurities still lingering inside her despite everything.

“Okay,” she whispers. “Okay.”

Cardan‘s next words are hesitant. “So that is what this was about?”

She nods, a little ashamed. “What did you think?”

His jaw clenches, and his eyes focus on the wall behind her. He removes his hands from hers and gets up, turning his back to her as he fidgets with papers on the desk. She waits, letting him gather his thoughts. His next words are quick, as though he forced them out. “I assumed you didn’t want me anymore.”

She opens her mouth to protest and then shuts it. It’s his turn to speak. She knows that no matter how irrational his thoughts may seem to her, they are there and it isn’t her place to dismiss them.

His speaks in a rasp. “I think I’ve been waiting for you to leave, because that is how it has always been with me. Why would you want to stay, when you can do so much better?”

Jude’s thoughts start piecing together what he’s saying. His mom, his dad, even Nicasia. They all left him eventually or didn’t even want him in the first place. Something inside her breaks knowing that she had done what everyone else in his life had. Yesterday, he had told her to leave before she could leave him, protecting himself in a way. And she had listened, like an idiot.

The way he gotten on his knees in front of her, telling her how much he wanted her, suddenly made sense. He was genuinely scared she was going to leave.

Jude moves towards Cardan and slowly wraps her arms around him, leaning forward so her head rests against his chest. He shudders and sags against her, his breath warm against her hair. His arms grip her like she’ll disappear if he lets go. The fierce urge to ward him from any evil overtakes her, to keep him here in her arms forever.

“Cardan,” she whispers, pulling back and pressing her forehead against his. “I’m not going to leave. I’m staying right here with you. You are better than anything, anything I could have hoped for.”

His dark eyes bore into hers, searching for the lie. When he finds none, his palms reach out to cup her face, and then he kisses her softly, so softly. She sighs and tangles her hands in his curls, kissing him deeper.

The connection between them, the string that has always been pulling them towards each other, strengthens until it’s almost tangible, an ethereal soft glow. The prickly vines that had grown around the edges of the room begin to soften, jasmines blooming on the stems, their soft scent wafting around them.

And Jude knows, in that moment, that what they have is irreplaceable, the love between them is more valuable than anything in her life. She cannot let him think he is undeserving, that she does not want him.

“You deserve to be loved, Cardan. You do. More than anyone. And- and- falling in love with you is the best thing that could ever happen to me.”

He smiles softly against her lips. “Your love is the greatest treasure I possess,” he murmurs. He pulls back and gazes at her, as if to commit this moment to memory. Slowly, his grin turns playful as his hand reaches for hers and pulls her with him as he walks backwards to the bed. “You are my greatest treasure. And I would very much like to cuddle with my treasure.”

She giggles, stumbling into his warm chest. “Treasure? That’s new.” The seriousness of the moment fades into this, this wonderful thing between them as he pulls her onto bed and into his arms and peppers her face with kisses.

He pulls back teasingly. “Is it not to your liking? I have several others.”

“Hmmm, I guess I’ll have to hear them.”

Cardan presses his lips to her jaw, whispering against her skin. “My sweet villain.” His lips move to her nose. “My darling wife.” To her cheek. “My love.” And finally, finally, to her lips.

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lashtoncurls · 4 years

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Let me love you

Summary: Calum has a crush on his neighbour and when her boyfriend brakes up with her, he’s there for her. Words: 2.3K Warnings: smut

AN: I’ve heard the short clip of the girls need love remix on tiktok too many times, so I wrote this kind of based on that song. And solely for self indulgence

“Ugh you’re here.” She groans as she walks to the treadmill, looking straight at Calum. He smirks and shrugs his shoulders as he watches her hips move while she walks. They had been neighbours for the last two years, and often ran into each other when using the gym or leaving their apartments. Their relationship had started off rocky, but Calum kept on wanting to talk to her and make friends. There was something about her that drew him to her and he couldn’t deny it. He saw the way that her boyfriend treated her and that infuriated him.

After a couple months, they had begun to warm up to each other, and they had even worked out together a couple times. Calum would sometimes have girls over, which ended up being a joke because she could hear them through the walls of her apartment. He would often blush and flip her off, but that was just the way their relationship worked. Calum was also aware that when she had had a bad day or her boyfriend had been a jerk, she’d come down to the gym to destress.

“Someone’s in a mood.” He whispers with the smirk still on his face.

“Shut up.” She doesn’t turn to look at him, instead puts her earbuds in and begins her workout. Calum kept his eyes on her the whole time, his own concentration gone as he watched. He knew that she was off limits due to the fact that she had a boyfriend, but that never stopped him from staring every time he saw her.

Minutes go by before she speaks again. “I can feel you staring, dumbass.”

“I was looking at m’self on the mirror doll. Don’t flatter yourself.” He winks and she huffs as she moves and picks up the weight from the floor. One of her knees is on the bench as she begins to do some biceps curls. Calum makes his way over to her, taking his place right behind her so their bodies are flush. He puts one of his hands on her hips and the other on top of the hand that is holding the weight.

“You need better posture, love. Back straight like this and arms straight too.” He can feel her heart beating in her chest and her breath hitch as he helps her move her arm up. They both turn to look at the mirror at the same time and he gasps at the sight of her and the warmness of her skin. She’s biting her lower lip as he leans his head down to whisper in her ear, but before he can get a word out, she maneuvers her way out of their position and stands up. Calum chuckles and he sits on the bench as he looks up at her.

“Just because he’s an ass doesn’t give me the right to cheat.” Calum can hear the hesitation in her voice.

“I never said you have to cheat. But I do see the way he treats you, and you need to leave him.” She laughs sarcastically before she shakes her head. “And you also said he doesn’t fuck you right.” His laugh echoes through the small gym.

“I did not say that.” She turns red, her eyes going wide.

“If I remember right, you said ‘can’t even make me cum. I always have to get myself off when he’s asleep’.”

“Calum!” She scowls at him and flips him off while he laughs again.

“Oh baby, one night with me and you’ll never want to leave my bed.” Calum winks before he gets up, leaving her to her thoughts.

A couple weeks had gone by since their talk in the gym, and things had begun to get more tense with them. Every time that they ran into each other, Calum would wink at her, touch her arms or waist, or anything that would make her gasp. She knew that she was attracted to him, but was still in denial that she really wanted him.

It was a Saturday evening when Calum heard her and her boyfriend arguing on their balcony.

“You know what? I’m so fucking done with you. You’ve never actually put any effort into this relationship and I’ve done EVERYTHING that I can to keep you happy. Not once have you planned a date for us or done anything nice for me. I’m glad I never let you move in. Get the fuck out.” He smiles as she gets up from the chair and pushes him inside. He can hear more yelling inside before the door shuts and she screams. Knowing that she would probably go down to the gym, he beats her there. When she walks into the gym, she giggles and shakes her head when she sees him lifting weights. They stay in silence, the only sound in the room is the buzzing from the AC and the slow sounds of music coming from their earbuds, each of them only wearing one.

“I’m guessing you heard.” She sits next to Calum on the floor as they stretch, lowering the volume on her music.

“You finally grew balls to get rid of that shit bag. Good for you.” She laughs once again before the tears start to fall from her eyes.

“I don’t know why I’m crying. I shouldn’t be. He was a shit person and companion.” Calum wipes the tears from her eyes and she leans further into his hand “I don’t know that I’m ready to jump into a relationship again so quick, Cal.” They stare at each other for a second before he smiles and moves his hand away.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want, sweets. You take the time you need and I’ll be here as long as you want me to be.” She sniffles and they laugh before loud thunder startles them and they jump up, the lights from the gym turning off. They get up and turn the flashlights on their phones and make their way up their apartments. Calum meant what he had said, he wasn’t going to pressure her into doing anything, but he did want to be there for her.

“Goodnight.” He presses a kiss to her cheek and she blushes as he walks away. Keys jingle as he opens the door before he hears her curse and lean her forehead against the door.

“I forgot my keys inside when I rushed out angrily.” She smiles shyly at Calum as he shakes his head.

“Dumbass” That earns him a punch in the arm “Ouch! Let me finish. You can come in here while you call Bill if you’d like.” She nods and they make their way into his place. She’d never seen it before, and is pleasantly surprised at how clean and organized it is. Her fingers ghost over the keys of the piano that sits next to the balcony as she calls their landlord.

“Hey Bill, I locked my keys insid- yes again. No. Monday!? But why? No, I'm not calling a locksmith. Can you come tomorrow? Alright, bye.” She hangs up the phone, frustration clear on her face as she explains to Calum that he will not come until Monday, and she has nowhere to go.

“You can sleep here tonight and we can call a locksmith tomorrow.” Calum offers as he walks to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. “You can sleep on the bed, I’ll take the couch.” He chuckles when she gulps, but smiles when she nods her head.

“Do you think I could borrow some clothes to sleep in?” The shyness in her tone is new, and Calum doesn’t know why he finds it so cute.

“Yeah. You can shower too if you’d like.” She nods once again as she finds the bathroom, the layout of the apartment being the same as hers. Calum brings her one of his black t-shirts and some shorts before she thanks him and gets in the shower. While the hot water hits her skin, she can’t help but think of the way Calum’s hand felt on her cheek, and what it would feel like on the rest of her body. She let herself get lost in her thoughts as her hands roamed her body and low moans and groans left her lips, muffled slightly by the shower.

The door opened as she walked out, a squeal leaving her lips as she covered herself up.

“I,uh, I forgot to leave a towel.” Calum stands on the entrance of the bathroom, watching her shiver and try to cover herself up. They stare at each other in awkward silence, their eyes locked in each other’s before Calum makes his way towards her while removing his t-shirt with one arm. When he reaches her, he moves her hands away from her body and his eyes sweep her body up and down as he mumbles to himself. She stands there in silence, shivering at the coldness of the room and the way that he’s looking at her. One hand moves to her hip, squeezing, while the other one moves to touch her face then he drags it all the way down her chest and stops right above her pubic bone.

“You gonna let me prove it to you now?” It comes out as a whisper as his lips brush against hers. She can’t help but gulp, as he bites her lip before kissing her slowly and her arms wrap around his neck. Calum’s hands kept roaming on her body, her skin still wet from the shower, but it was helping cool the burning feeling of his hands.

“Please.” She whispered against his lips.

“Yes ma’am.” Calum smiles at the yelp she lets out when his hands scoop her up from her thighs, wrapping them around his waist. He walked her out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, placing her on the bed and climbing on top of her. “If anything makes you uncomfortable let me know and we’ll stop okay?” He waits until she nods and gives him a smile before pulling his lips to hers one more time.

Small gasps come from her as he kisses the corners of her mouth, then begins to place wet kisses down her jaw to her chest and his hands pay attention to her breasts. He’s satisfied when her hands begin to pull on the blonde curls and starts to push his head down lower. Calum smiles up at her and moves after he’s spread her legs open, keeping eye contact as he leans down to spread her folds with his tongue. He keeps his attention on her core, watching as she rolls her hips to match the rhythm of his tongue on her.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good.” She moans his name as he says this, using one hand to hold her down and the other moves to her core. Two fingers push inside her and he keeps his tongue on her too.

“Faster, please.” Calum can feel her clench around him as he searches for the spot inside of her, smirking when she lets out a sigh and her head falls back on the pillow.

“Gonna cum for me?” He removes his tongue but keeps his fingers massaging her and spreads her legs with his own as he watches her shake, feeling her clench around his fingers.

“Fuck.” Back arching off the bed, she can feel her body on fire as the pleasure takes over, Calum biting his bottom lip at the sight of her. He can feel his dick twitch in his boxers as he thinks of how good it would feel to be inside of her.

“That’s just the beginning, babygirl.” Her breathing starts to relax as Calum leans back down to kiss her, letting her taste herself.

“Hmm?” She hums, still dazed by her orgasm. Her hands move around his back, helping him in removing his shorts. Calum laughs at the way her eyes go wide when she notices how big he is. Small hands wrap around his dick, but he removes them quickly and sits on his knees in front of her again, lining himself up with her entrance.

“I’m gonna go slow, okay?”

“Mhm.” Her bottom lip is between her teeth as she watches him, slowly burning himself in her. They both gasp as he fills her up, pulling out fully and doing it a couple more times before starting a steady rhythm with his hips. Her legs are wrapped around his back, and her fingernails are digging and scratching in his back.

“Oh my gosh, fuck.” His head is buried in the crook of her neck as he begins to thrust faster, in search of his own high before he decides to prove his point. Calum moves to sit on his knees again, keeping his trusts steady, before hoisting her legs up with his arms. He moves one hand to her clit and starts to rub circles with his thumb. She starts to wriggle under him, so he changes his speed. Thrusts are now slower, but he’s going in deeper while rubbing on her.

“Cum for me.” Calum whispers, and that is enough for her to let go as he rides her orgasm out. He keeps his hand on her and speeds back up again, her hands digging into his thigh as she comes for him a third time. Her body shakes and she moans out his name, enough for him to let go with a loud groan before falling on top of her. They lay like that for a couple more minutes, just staring at each other before he motions back to the bathroom. With a giggle, she nods and they both make their way to the shower.

“So?” He asks as he’s washing her body, facing her back.

“So what?” She turns around and places a handful of soap bubbles on his nose.

“Come on.” He trails his hands down her body once more, fingers opening up her folds as she shudders and slaps his hand away.

“Yes, you were right. Happy?” He smirks before pulling her chin up to kiss her.

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damnedparker · 4 years

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ease

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x reader (gender neutral; no y/n)

warnings: food mention, obi-wan being the sweetest

summary: obi-wan takes care of you when you have a headache.

also posted on ao3

a few obi-wan fluff burbs have been sitting around on my computer since i fell in love with him so i figured i’d post one of them. more fluff from me? who would have guessed. i’m a sap

It was quite a challenge to hold back an audible groan at the pain throbbing in your head as you made your way through the halls of the temple. The lights were far too bright, and, having just gotten out of a meeting with a few of the other Jedi Masters, your head was racing with thoughts that you wish, for the love of the Maker, would just stop.

Finally, you stopped at the all-too familiar door and knocked, only having to wait a second or two before you got a reply to come in, and you trudged into Obi-Wan’s quarters, only to find the gracious sight of the man’s bare back. His freckled skin was still damp, a few droplets hanging onto his shoulders as he shuffled through his closet, probably for something to wear.

“You let everyone in without question while you’re in such a vulnerable state?” You took a moment to openly stare at his form, only covered by a towel he was lazily grasping at his waist. It wasn’t often you could openly admire the way his freckles spread over his shoulders, fading out over his back and giving way to littered scars from past battles. These were now mixed with a few new purpling bruises. It took quite the amount self-control not to rush over and press loving kisses over each individual mark.

“I could tell it was you, your thoughts are quite loud,” he remarked, teasing as usual, before turning to you. “I thought you weren’t coming until later, darling.” Your self-control grew thin as you moved towards his now open arms, pressing your face into his bare chest, still warm from his shower. Obi-Wan smelled just a bit more strongly of his usual scent, something a bit citrusy and spicy; clean and comforting. He wrapped his arms around you without hesitation, letting you hang on to him.

“I excused myself on account of my head feeling like it’s going to implode.” You mumbled. His chest vibrated against your cheek as he let out a hum of acknowledgement. He massaged his fingers against your lower spine as you indulged in the hug for a bit longer before finally pulling away. “Sorry, I would’ve let you know I was coming, I’m just a bit out of it.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’m always happy to see you. I’ve missed you, my love.” Obi-Wan’s hand came up to gingerly caress your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, giving him a simple nod in agreement. He had just recently gotten back from a mission that had left him absent from the Temple for far too long for your tastes, and you had only gotten a few moments with him upon his return the night before. The discreet hand squeeze and few quiet words were, simply put, not enough to sate your need to be in his presence again. It was all the two of you could get in before his lengthy debriefing, and him unintentionally falling asleep as soon as he reached his quarters in the early hours of the morning. You didn’t blame him of course, you could tell how weary the war was making him at times, and you were thankful he just came back to you in one piece. Affectionate moments in private could wait until he was fully rested and well. “As much as I’m fond of this position, I think we could continue this more comfortably once I’m dressed.”

“I mean, I’m not complaining…” You shrugged, trying your best to give him pleading eyes. He only cocked his eyebrow in response, a small smile crossing his lips at your flirting. Half your wishes were crushed as he pulled on a pair of lounging trousers.

Soon enough, he was joining you on the small loveseat in his quarters. His hand went straight for your thigh, giving your leg an affectionate squeeze.

“Have you eaten today?” Obi-Wan kept his voice soft, not wanting to irritate your headache. You thought for a moment, realizing you hadn’t really had anything aside from a bland ration pack leftover in the pocket of your robes, not having the energy or appetite to find any real food. “I’m going to assume that’s a no, then.” You almost let out an audible whine once he stood, his comforting warmth leaving your side. “I’ll bring us back some food from Dex’s, why don’t you lay down for a while and rest?”

“Obi…”

“Eating something will surely help that headache of yours, no?” He fixed you with an assertive look, stubborn as ever, but for your own good. You sighed and mumbled something childish under your breath. Although you knew he was right, all you really wanted was to curl up with him for the rest of the night. You sunk into the cushions of the loveseat, laying down, as he returned to his closet to put on a shirt. You found yourself drifting off a bit almost immediately, only to be stirred by a blanket being thrown over your form and lips meeting your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open to meet Obi’s gentle blue gaze, a soft smile. “I won’t be long, angel.”

Your quick nap was only woken by the whoosh of the door to Obi-Wan’s living quarters opening, the scent of something delicious wafting to your unmoved position on the loveseat. You hadn’t really felt hungry all day, but the smell of food had suddenly roused your appetite.

“How’s that head of yours, sweet one?” His lips quirked up in a small smile at your tired form, still wrapped in a blanket, now sitting. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and scooted over to make room for him next to you, which wasn’t really necessary as he sat as close as possible to you. You shrugged in lieu of a response and reached for a bite of food. “I see your hunger has overtaken your ability to speak.”

“Sorry.” You mumbled through a mouthful. Obi-Wan just chuckled softly and kissed your head before moving to eat as well.

The food was ravished after a short amount of time, and you almost instinctually sunk into the warm embrace of the Jedi next to you, headache now a dull throb. He gently ran his thumb over your hip with the arm placed securely at your waist, nudging his head affectionately against yours.

“Better?”

“Much. Thank you, Obi.” You sighed, pressing a kiss onto his bearded jaw. He hummed, gently guiding you over to his bed to lay down for the night. Like clockwork, the Jedi pulled you half on top of him, holding you securely to his chest and sighing in content. “I really missed you.”

“I sure hope so,” he remarked, earning a pinch from you. He chuckled, running his hand up and down your spine comfortingly. “I’m glad you’re feeling better. I don’t like seeing you so distressed.”

“Sometimes I think you’re the only reason I’m still functioning,” you sighed. “I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

“I feel the same,” he squeezed you affectionately, mimicking a hug. “Whatever happens, be it a headache or something miles worse, I will be here for you, my darling. You are my life; do you know that?”

“I love you, Obi-Wan,” you murmured into his skin, as if the words would permanently etch themselves there. You wanted him to know that, now and forever. The both of you were entwined together for the rest of eternity, Jedi code be damned. He returned the words softly against your forehead and sealed them with a kiss.

#obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x you #obi wan x y/n #obi wan fluff #star wars fluff #star wars x reader #star wars fic #my fics

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buckyandberries · 4 years

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can’t sleep*

Summary: Y/N is used to being up in the middle of the night, but when Steve joins her one night, they find something to hopefully tire them both out.

Pairing: Steve x Female Reader

Warnings: oral (male/fem!receiving)

Word Count: Exactly 2,000 cool I guess

A/N: um that was long 😳 (that's what she said)

please don’t copy my work, but feel free to reblog :)

Y/N sat on the couch of the common room, reading some emails as she heard someone in the kitchen. Presuming it was a teammate, she didn't bother to look up from her laptop. Steve glanced from the kettle to see Y/N awake, which was far from unusual. It was known that she struggled with insomnia, so he grabbed a second cup and made Y/N's favorite hot drink, before making his.

Walking towards the couch, Steve held the mug out to Y/N, making her look up from the screen. The room was dim from the warm lights, meaning the laptop brightened up her face. Even at 5 am, he still thought she looked stunning. She smiled softly, taking the warm mug from his grasp, opening the blanket so he could join her. He complied, shuffling off his slippers before he moved in next to her.

"Hey," he spoke gently, holding the mug up as if to cheers to her. "Cheers,"

"Cheers," she said with a light laugh as their mugs clinked together. In sync, they sipped the hot beverages. "Thanks, Steve,"

"No problem, how long have you been up?" he asked as she sighed.

"About an hour," she said as he nodded. "Well, we both know why I'm awake, why is the infamous Steve Rogers up?" she asked, putting her laptop on the coffee table.

"Sometimes I have so many thoughts that I find it hard to switch my brain off," she nodded, understanding.

"Don't you have to train with Sam and Buck tomorrow-- well, in a few hours?" she asked.

"Yeah-- I do," he said as Y/N shrugged, not wanting to pry. "How do you function without sleep? You always seem so--"

"Energetic? I have coffee to thank for that," she joked. "And when I know I need to sleep, I just try and find ways to tire myself out, like catch up on shows or read Tony's annoying emails," he smiled at her, watching her lips meet the mug again.

The thought of her soft lips on his drove him crazy, the way she effortlessly smiled and casually bit them every so often always seemed to catch him in his thoughts. The thought of their lips battling, the thought of her lips on his neck, on his body, wrapped around his cock--

"Steve-- Steve!" she said a bit louder as he visibly snapped out of his daze. He quickly looked forward, heat rising to his cheeks, glad that the room wasn't very bright.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something," he said as she bit her lip, looking down at her mug.

"Um-- what were you thinking about?" she asked innocently.

"I've got something that would tire us both out," he mumbled, thinking she wouldn't hear, but she did.

Raising an eyebrow, a wave of confidence rose over her as she smirked. Moving in closer to the side of his face, she whispered, "Like what?" in a gentle, sultry voice, making the rapidly growing bulge in his sweatpants twitch.

Her warm breath on his skin released a low growl from his throat, making Y/N's core heat up. Without hesitation, Steve smashed his lips onto hers, melting as he finally felt them. He'd been dreaming of this moment ever since she began living in the compound.

Y/N moved the blanket, revealing Steve's hardened cock growing in his sweatpants, making her gawk at the sight. Putting their mugs on the table, she put her left leg over his lap, straddling him as they caught each other's lip again. His hands firmly squeezed the sides of her hips, moving them back and forth, causing her to moan as she felt him under her clothed pelvis.

His lips trailed her jaw and down to her neck where he began sucking and nipping at certain spots to get a reaction out of her. She moved her head up to give him more room, as she tugged the hair on the nape of his neck. His arms trailed under her tank top, his big hands roaming her torso and chest, making her whimper.

She, likewise to the Captain, also had a crush on him, but hers was a lot newer, meaning she hadn't gotten to fantasizing about them having sex yet. She was beyond flustered and surprised at how gentle he was being. She was also right to be surprised because Steve was holding back from ripping her clothes off right then and there because he wasn't sure if this was a 'heat of the moment' doing, or whether it was going somewhere.

"Steve-- I want you," she said as their lips met again, going in and out of contact as they both moaned from the grinding. That one sentence was all the confirmation he needed. He picked her up with ease, stumbling to his room, not ending the kiss for even a moment.

Locking the door behind him, he pushed her up against the wall, shoving his hips between her legs. Her soft moans in his ear made him grow hungry for her, causing him to throw her onto the bed behind them. With a small yelp, she bit her lip once again, moving her hand down to her covered clit as she watched him take his shirt and sweatpants off and walk towards her.

Her eyes flickered down to his tent, which, at this point, was almost screaming to be let out. That same feeling of confidence overtook her again as she pushed him onto the bed, and moved straight to his boxers, pulling them off instantly. His throbbing cock flew (zOoM) out and hit his abdomen, making her smirk. She knew he would be hung but JEEZ.

Crawling between his legs, she stripped to her underwear in front of him, making him gape at her half-naked body. "Y/N please," he pleaded as she smiled, slowly taking him in her hands.

She licked a long strip from the base to the tip, kissing it before placing her soft lips on it. He threw his head back muttering her name as she began swirling her wet tongue around him. She looked at him through her eyelashes as she slowly lowered her mouth down, closer to the base. Steve reached over to the clasp of her bra, undoing it as he watched her breasts fall out.

She massaged the parts she couldn't take, hollowing her cheeks as she felt him begin to thrust into her. His hands tangled into her hair moving her up and down his throbbing cock as he watched her breasts move in sync. Her continuous moaning caused unbearable vibrations as he saw precum escape from the sides of her mouth. All these images at once took him over the edge as he grunted, muttering her name to warn her before he released into her mouth.

She took him out of her mouth, kissing the tip again before she swallowed the liquid. Instantly arousing him again, he quickly flipped them over, taking one of her breasts in his mouth as he massaged the other. She whined as his tongue swirled and sucked her nipples, aware of his cock which was prodding her inner thighs.

Placing a needy kiss on her lips, he guided his again hard cock to her entrance, pushing the tip in. The sound of her whining was cut off again as he put his lips on hers again. Without warning, Steve began thrusting into her, causing her to groan against his lips as she took in the size. It stung at first, but the more he pounded into her, the more amazing it felt. His hands gripped under her back and neck as she wrapped her hands tightly around his lower back, pushing him deeper into her.

The sight of Y/N's naked body moving to his thrusts almost made him release right then and there, but he waited for her command. Spreading her legs wider, he moved one hand to her stomach, pressing down steadily, his tip brushing closer to her g-spot. "Right there," she barely breathed out as he pounded her with all his body could let him without tearing her apart.

Y/N felt herself inching closer to the edge, so she vigorously rubbed her throbbing nub. "I'm gonna cum, Stevie," she practically screamed as he almost jumped with happiness. "Me too, baby," and with a few more thrusts, Y/N's walls began to tighten around him as he slowed down, before coming undone together.

Y/N's legs dropped as Steve pulled out, catching himself with his forearms before he slowly laid himself on top of her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, his head buried into her chest as she smiled, running her fingers along his back. He hummed softly upon hearing her quick heartbeat slow down. Glancing at the clock, she gasped as it read '6:00'.

"What?" he asked placing kisses on her bare chest.

"What about training?" she asked, knowing they were supposed to meet in about an hour.

"They're my best friends, they'll understand," he said as she laughed softly, feeling his face move up to her neck.

"Did I really tire you out that much?" she asked as he scoffed into her neck.

"I've got to give it to you, you can hold your own," he said as she let out a laugh. "I kept looking at you like 'how is she not ready yet',"

"Well, maybe you're the problem--" she giggled as she felt him squeeze her waist. "I'm kidding, that was amazing,"

"I'm actually tired now," he said between a yawn as she smiled. They both moved so Steve could move the sheets over their naked bodies.

"I'm definitely never sleeping if it means we can do that again," they laughed together before he pulled her body down, closer to his, wrapping his arms securely around her shoulders, hers around his torso.

"How about we just sleep the whole day, and then I take you out tonight?" he offered as she smiled into his chest.

"That sounds perfect to me," they gave each other one last kiss before they snuggled under the sheets and finally fell asleep in each other's arms.

bonus

"How the hell is Steve not ready yet, is he even up?" mumbles were heard from outside, an hour after the events between Steve and Y/N had occurred.

"Maybe he's in the shower," Bucky said, eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

"I don't hear a shower," Sam replied bluntly as he began to fumble with the door handle.

"Well, where else could he be?" Bucky asked watching Sam struggle to open the door.

"Maybe he turned back into an old man and died," Bucky scoffed, clearly offended.

"Shut up and stop doing that, Sam, the door's clearly locked," the metal-armed soldier moved Sam out of the way and began knocking on the door vigorously.

"Steve, Steveeeee, Steveeeeeeeeeeeee--" the Falcon and The Winter Soldier were cut off by a tired, half-naked Y/N, covering herself with the infamous Captain America shield. "Y/N?" they said in sync.

"Steve's too tired to come training with you guys, and would appreciate if you would shut the fu--"

"Language, baby," the men's eyes averted to the bed where their also half-naked best friend laid, the sheets covering his lower body. "Come back to bed," Sam watched him in complete and utter shock, and Bucky tried to sneak a look at Y/N, who was clearly naked behind the shield.

"Stop tryna look at my girl, Buck," Bucky gulped and Y/N smiled at Steve. "Also, get out," he said sternly in his 'Captain Voice' as the two men mumbled 'sorry' before leaving immediately.

"You look pretty hot holding my shield," he almost growled as she placed it down. She shut the door behind her, locking it once again, before climbing back into bed with him.

"So I'm your girl, huh?" she said as he smiled.

"I think that's safe to say after last night,"

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #marvel

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years

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Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: Smut, swearing, slight Dom vibes, mentions of various kinks

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

Part 7 Part 9

Part 8

"Ask me again," Liam said, stroking my hair. His eyes were hooded as he stared into mine. Liam's voice almost sounded like he was begging. He had heard me.

I swallowed. Did I still want to? Yes, I did. But the words were stuck now. "Do you have a condom?" I said instead. He pointed to a couple of packets on my bedside. "You're prepared, a regular Boy Scout." I tried to lighten the mood.

But Liam wasn't going to be diverted. "Do you still want me to fuck you?" His lips and chin glistened, wet from me. I wanted to lick his lips.

I didn't play around this time. No hesitation, I wanted him. "Yes. I want you to fuck me."

Liam's lips crushed mine, his passion seemingly not controlled anymore. I kissed him back with as much fervour as he had given me, tasting myself on his lips.

I reached between our bodies and found him. I held him in my hand, working him, feeling how hard he was. Liam gasped, breaking our kiss. He watched my hand as it moved. I wanted to put it in my mouth, feel it with my tongue, make him cum.

My arousal made me brave, and I had an idea. "Can I put the condom on?" Liam nodded. For once, it appeared he was the one who couldn't speak. "Pass me one?" He did. "Should I use my hands or mouth?"

He blinked several times. "Sorry?" He managed to say.

"Should I put the condom on with my hands?" Liam shook his head. "With my mouth?" Liam nodded. "Say it." I grinned, teasing and throwing his own words back at him. I opened the wrapper.

Liam took a moment, then his eyes narrowed, and his look was savage. He spoke with a deep gravelly voice, "put it on with your very sexy, very fuckable and completely filthy mouth." Heat rushed between my legs.

I indicated he should roll over, and I positioned myself between his thighs. This was the first time I had really seen Liam naked, not just catching a quick glimpse. I took a moment to take it in. He was so fucking stacked with great, thick, muscular legs. His chest was massive, broad and well defined. His pecs stood out, as did his lats which seemed to fan-out from his back like little wings when he put his arms behind his head. His abs were like a washboard, firm and hard. His classic v-shaped body was just, well, fucking amazing.

"Enjoying the sights?" Liam asked.

"Oh, yes, very much. Over here is nice." I said as I kissed one of his pectorals. "Over here is quite satisfactory," I kissed just above his belly button. "I quite like this bit here." I licked the crease at the top of Liam's thighs and continued down.

"Oh, fucking hell." Liam's whole body jumped. Sensitive area, I noted to myself.

I kissed his thigh and trailed my kisses up to his balls. I took one in my mouth, sucking gently and massaging it with my tongue. Liam seemed to hiss, and I looked up at him to make sure I wasn't hurting him. Nope, his face didn't look in pain. I watched Liam as I took hold of his shaft.

I let him out of my mouth, then slowly licked my way up his sex, along the underside, all the way to the tip. His smooth skin felt good against my tongue. I tasted him, salty but not unpleasant. Liam swore and breathed my name.

I checked the condom, put it between my lips, pinching the end between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I held it there as I placed it onto the tip of Liam's erection. Using my lips, I unrolled the condom down his shaft.

Liam watched my every move as my mouth took him in. His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped as I nearly made it to the base of his cock before I had no room left in my mouth and did the last bit by hand.

"Where the fuck did you learn that?" Liam said when I finished.

I shrugged. "Uni," I said, trying to sound casual. My grin gave me away.

Liam made a half growl and half chuckle sound from his throat and flipped me onto my back. He took my breasts in his hands, squeezing them. He put his head between them, kissing them and feeling them against his bearded skin.

Then he changed position, his weight covered me, and I felt him against my entrance. He kissed me softly, almost sweetly, his tongue a tender probe in my mouth.

He put his face above mine. "Ready?" He asked. I nodded and kissed him in reply, pulling him closer.

He entered me slowly, gently, letting me get used to his size. He groaned in my mouth as I raised my hips and widened my legs to give him more access. "You're still so wet," he whispered into my mouth.

In a final thrust from us both, I felt our bodies meet. "Oh fuck, you're so tight." I deliberately contracted my core around him, holding him tight. I knew those pelvic floor exercises were good for something.

"Fucking hell!" He cried out as he put one hand on my hip and held me still a moment. With deliberate slowness, he pulled back and began to rock his hips. It was an agonisingly slow rhythm. He lifted his chest, rested his weight on his hand next to my head, and watched himself move in and out of me.

Although seeing him enjoy watching was, well fucking hot, it was too slow. I needed it harder, faster, rougher. I wanted it to hurt. I tried to move with him, encourage him to go faster, but he held me down with his hand on my hip. I tried to tell him I wanted more, but I couldn't get the words to form, so I did the only thing I could think of. I pulled his shoulder to my lips, and I bit him.

The growl that came from his throat made me clench up again, and I was worried I had hurt him. When my eyes met his, I saw they were dark with lust.

"So that's how you want it." He said. He grinned almost sadistically and roughly thrust into me.

"Oh fuck, yes," I called. Without pulling out, Liam lifted one of my legs and brought them together, forcing me to turn on my side. He got on his knees and leaned on his elbows over me.

"If you want it hard, then that's what you'll get." I was suddenly scared as I looked over my shoulder. His hair was wild, curls a mess. The first signs of perspiration were showing on his forehead. His eyes shined with desire. He looked sexy as fuck.

He didn't take it easy on me. Liam grunted with effort as he fucked me, the force of each thrust pushing me up the bed so much I had to brace my hands on the headboard. I rocked against him, our bodies colliding with a slap each time. One of Liam's hands reached between my legs, and his thumb made small circles against my clit. I felt myself get closer to the edge, but my climax was still painfully out of reach. I was so close.

Liam whispered in my ear, "you keep this up, and you're going to make me cum. I thought you were so fucking innocent, so fucking shy, but you're not, are you?" I shook my head. "You fucking love it. You love being fucked like this, don't you?" I nodded, words not coming out of my mouth, just incoherent, involuntary cries of pleasure and pain. The two sensations seemed to duel with one another, and the results were intoxicating.

Liam gripped my hair in his fist. He pulled back and exposed my neck, his thumb still strumming my spot. "Show me how much you love it. I want to feel you cum on my cock." He bit at my neck. It was what I needed to snap finally, and waves of pleasure filled me. Liam rode them out with me, and I could feel my orgasm milking him. "Fuck, that's so fucking good. You're so fucking good."

Letting out a guttural roar, Liam slammed himself deep within me. As my peak subsided, I felt his release. I watched, captivated as his body contracted, every muscle tight, a few beads of sweat ran down his face as he made his final thrusts deep. When it was over, the tension seemed to leave his body. He fell, spent and exhausted behind me, panting and pulling me close to his chest.

I wanted to stay in his arms and sleep. I'm sure Liam did too, as I heard his breath slowing, and he started to snore lightly. I wasn't sure I wanted to clean up his mess, so I kissed his cheek, and he woke up. "Liam, you better take that off."

He looked confused for a minute, and I pointed with my chin. "Oh shite, did I fall asleep?"

"Just for a minute," I said, smiling.

"Bloody hell girl, the things you do to me." He kissed my forehead and got up on wobbly legs, and went into my ensuite to clean himself up.

"Do you want to have a shower?" I called through the door, dragging my arse off the bed. My legs were a bit wobbly too, so I sat on the edge of the bed for trying to regain my equilibrium before getting up.

"Together?" He called out.

I smiled at the thought, remembering my earlier fantasy. "Sure."

He poked his head out. "I'll get the water going, shall I?"

"Sure, I'll grab you a towel. Do you want your bag?"

He did, so I got towels, and his bag then went into the bathroom.

My ensuite shower was big. Andy and I had renovated it about six months after moving in. The shower took up a whole wall, tiled with light grey marble in a herringbone style from floor to ceiling. There were two shower heads, one on each opposing wall. A tiled bench ran along the back wall, and there was a generous recessed space for soap and shampoo.

Liam had turned both sets of taps on, and the bathroom was rapidly steaming up. He was already in the shower, and I watched him while I pretended to get ready to go in. Liam's whole body was under the water, his head was tilted back, and his hand were in his hair, rinsing out the shampoo. His body was phenomenal with his smooth, lightly tanned skin and perfectly proportioned muscles. He looked so powerful, so strong, so determined, so fucking dominant.

He stepped out of the water and caught me staring. He stood there and let me look at him. I swallowed hard, opened the glass shower screen door, and went in.

The door was barely shut, and I felt Liam behind me, wrapping his arms around my middle. He sat on the bench and pulled me onto his lap. He kissed my back, and I let the heat of the water soothe me. I hummed contently, "this is nice."

Liam gave a short grunt of agreement. He let me go, put some body wash on my sponge, and washed my back before cleaning my arms and stomach. Then Liam washed my breasts, and I felt him stir. He couldn't be ready to go again. Could he?

Then he parted my legs and washed me there. Feeling exposed, I grabbed the sponge and told him that I'm quite capable of cleaning myself.

A smirk crept over Liam's face. "Back to being shy, are you? It's too late, Sweetheart. I know it's an act." Cue the furious blushing! "I don't know why you're so embarrassed. We did those things together."

"I know. It's not that. I mean, it is, but it's..." I sighed. I took a moment to work out what I wanted to say before continuing. "I get worried about the things I like in bed. I like just regular sex and making love with someone when you're in love. Sometimes you need that gentle intimacy, right? But I also like..." I trailed off, too self-conscious to continue.

"Can I wash your hair?" Liam asked. Grateful he didn't push the issue, I agreed and closed my eyes as he massaged my head. I wasn't thankful for long because then he said, "Tell me what you like."

"I don't know. I can't."

"I promise not to laugh."

"Or think I'm weird?"

"Unless it's necrophilia. That's probably over the line for me."

I made a face of disgust. "Well, it's not that." I drew in a deep breath. "I don't know. I like heaps of things. Some things are kind of BDSM, but not really. Others would be like a Daddy kink, but I don't like using that word. Some things are not that out there. It's just rough sex."

Liam was breathing hard. "Tell me more."

"I like hair pulling, as you have probably noticed" Liam chuckled at this and agreed. He kept massaging and washing my hair. "I like being told what to do, but in the bedroom only, I don't want it as a lifestyle. I like being called names, some degrading. I want to feel like the guy I'm with is strong enough to control me and own me in bed, but I don't want to always give in easily."

Liam tapped my bottom, indicating I should stand up. He got in front of me and guided my head under the water, tilting it back. I closed my eyes, and Liam started rinsing the shampoo out. "So I was right when I called you a brat last night."

"Yeah, probably." I conceded. Then I continued and couldn't stop talking. It was like a dam had burst, and it flowed out of me, shame retreating. "I like some pain, not whips, but I like spanking and light choking. I don't really like blindfolds, but I'm not against it. I like being tied up, not just with silks or fluffy handcuffs, like proper bondage tied up. I don't like being gagged. I like teasing and being teased. I almost always need direct clitoral stimulation to orgasm. I like being in control sometimes, but not the whole time. I..."

"Ok, that's enough for now." Liam interrupted. "If you keep talking, I'm going to be wanting a round two." I looked at Liam, and he was very much on his way to being ready. "Do you shampoo twice?" He asked, not at all embarrassed by barring up. I was amazed again at how comfortable he was in his skin.

"Yeah, usually."

He turned me around and washed my hair a second time. "What about you? What do you like?" I asked.

Liam cleared his throat, "I tend to like being rough. I also like slow and passionate with the right partner. I've not done some of the things you mentioned, like the bondage stuff. I do like blindfolding my partner. I don't really like calling my girlfriend names. I'd rather praise them for the naughty things they do. I love watching a girl cum. I like the power in that. I'm not bothered by the Daddy thing, but I'd rather be called by my name. Call it the actor in me, but I like a bit of role-playing."

"I haven't really done much of that," I interrupted. "What kind of role-playing?"

Liam turned me around to rinse off. "A bit of the old student and professor," I smiled at that imagining the possibilities. "One-night stand scenarios, non-consent play, the 'oh no, please don't, but please do' game. Some name-calling in that scenario could be fun, actually." I nodded in agreement.

"Conditioner?" Liam asked.

"Yeah, then comb it through."

"I like doing this too. I like taking care of my girlfriend, spoiling her. Making her feel comforted and safe."

Liam got my comb and ran it through my hair. I thought he had definitely done this before because he started combing the ends first before moving up. Then I registered the implication of what he had just said.

"Did you call me your girlfriend?"

"Is that a problem?"

Part of me wanted to say no, I'm not your girlfriend; I just met you. Another part of me said it felt right.

"It's very fast."

Although I wasn't looking at him, I could imagine him shrugging before he said, "I know what I want, and I want you."

"You don't know me that well."

"Well, I know you're full of surprises. You're funny and kind. You don't seem to want fame or clout. In fact, that seems to be something you actively avoid, so I don't think I have to worry about you using me for a career. You have a career, and you're settled. Cole likes you. You're beautiful and sexy. You have amazing tits and a spankable bottom. And most importantly," I could hear the laughter in his voice when he finished with, "you're an excellent shag."

"Most important, huh?"

"Rinse," Liam ordered as he turned me around. "I couldn't decide if having amazing tits or being an excellent shag was the most important." He winked and finished rinsing my hair. "I feel like a 12-year-old saying this, but I've got to ask. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Let's just say we are exclusively seeing each other, with me being your girlfriend probably on the horizon."

"I can live with that." Liam bent down and kissed me on the nose.

Part 9

#original character #original fiction #romantic story #happy ever after

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so its thursday. not drunk this time. feeling pretty shit today so lets work off that and do something softish. so you're a uni student and you're dating Luke. life is tough as fuck with finals and mid terms and you study A LOT and Luke is a really understanding boyfriend who gives you neck rubs and only distracts you when he knows you can take it ;) you've had a really tough week with SO MANY projects that you have barely been sleeping and Luke really wants to pamper you but doesn't want 1/?

to make it worse by distracting you so he just rolls with it. finally on Friday night you turn in your last essay and trudge up stairs only to find Luke has a bubble bath ready for you. he tells you how proud he is of you for doing you studies so well and helps undress you. you get into the tub and he does too, he sits behind you with you between his legs, back against his chest with his arms around you as he kisses your shoulder and your neck and your jaw and pampers you with love 2/?

SO MUCH Praise about how smart you are and it makes you laugh. his arms are wrapped around your waist but one hand slips down and begins to rub at you as you lean back into his touch and just enjoy it, eyes closing and relaxing for the first time in ages. he kisses your shoulder and murmurs “i love you” while working you up to your high, he makes you cum like that and it’s super soft and loving. he waits for you to be done with the bath and then helps you out of it, drying you off and taking 3/?

you to the bedroom where he lays down with you and kisses you. you know he’s being patient as fuck because you havent had a good fuck session all week cuz you’ve been studying and he’s been hard since the bath. you move to blow him and he stops you, telling you tonight is about you and making you relax. he pampers you with kisses and rubs at your skin and makes you relaxed while you tangle your fingers in his hair and enjoy it. its slow and passionate and UMF this guy is so in love with you 4/4

2.6k words of something under the cut idk im sorry

Luke knew when he could and couldn’t distract you from you’re studies, when you’d actually be open and responsive to it and this week wasn’t one of them. Finals were rolling around which meant that all your projects and papers were due before the exams, suffice it to say that you were stressed. There were just too many things to do and you felt like you were failing at all of them. Half of the papers probably made no sense but you turned them in anyways and you hoped to god that you could at least get partial credit for your psychology project. You had spent hours on it and you weren’t even sure that you did it correctly.

Too many times this week had Luke woken up at 4am only to find you bent over your desk, scribbling messy notes in a rush before your class. Tonight was no different when he went downstairs and saw you sitting at the kitchen table, half of a sandwich that he made you hours ago pushed to the side with an abandoned cold cup of tea next to it. His heart ached when he caught a glimpse of your face, red rimmed eyes indicating that you had shed a few tears over some assignment. You just looked exhausted.

Slowly coming up behind you, he rests his hands on your shoulders as he lays a kiss on the top of your head. You were so focused you didn’t even know he had woken up, tensing up at the unfamiliar touch until you realized it was just Luke. Tilting your head up, you catch his eyes as he bends down to give you another kiss, this time to your forehead. He stays like that as you raise your hand up, your palm against his cheek to hold him in place.

“Sorry, did I wake you? Go back to sleep, baby.” your voice soft as you didn’t want to disrupt the quiet, no reason for him to lose much needed sleep over your schoolwork. Beginning to massage the knots in your back, he says “No, just wanted to check up on you. Help you relax a bit.” The feeling of his hands makes your head fall into your arms that were resting on the table, you had lost count of how many hours you’d been hunched over but your back surely didn’t.

Papers were scattered all around you, notebooks from different classes all pulled out as you jump from subject to subject. Luke itches to do something, anything, to make this better as he feels useless seeing you like this with nothing to do to help. Every time he leaves to or comes home from the studio, he expects to find you asleep for at least a nap, but each time you’re wide awake, still sitting in the same spot at the table. He’s not quite sure when the last time you got a full night’s sleep was.

“What are you working on right now?” he asks, trying to make sense of your papers cause to him it all looks like gibberish. Raising the flashcards in your hand to show him what you’re doing, you tell him “Just testing myself on some definitions from my psych class.” with a shrug of your shoulders. At that, Luke moves and makes his way to the chair across from you as he sits down. Reaching over to you, he grabs the flashcards out of your hand. “Hey! What are you-”

Looking at the first one, he reads “What are the differences in beliefs of the Nativists and Constructivists in language acquisition?” Your heart fills with adoration for the man in front of you as he flicks through your notecards. Him waking up to check on you already had you feeling so loved and now here he was helping you with your work, your heart could’ve burst.

Seeing his eyebrows scrunch together as he goes through your work, he mutters to himself “Shit, what are you even studying?” You giggle at his comments cause, hell, at this point even you didn’t know. “So what’s the answer?” Thinking back on the question, you say uncertainly “Nativists believe that children have innate linguistic knowledge, that language isn’t learned, while constructivists believe children learn from exposure…..right?” your head tilted as you answer, trying to remember if it’s correct. “Yeah, it’s right. You’re so fucking smart, baby.” Your cheeks heat at the compliment, not used to the praise.

Sitting like that studying continued for a few more hours until Luke made you call it a night. “Finish in the morning, sweetheart. You’re exhausted right now, nothing’s gonna stick.” Reluctantly you agreed since the last half hour of your session was mostly just Luke calling your name to wake you from your unintentional dozing. Going up the stairs hand in hand, you relish the feeling of the mattress against your body. As Luke climbs in next to you and pulls you close against his chest, you didn’t need more than a minute until you’re in deep sleep. With one of Luke’s hands running through your hair, the exhaustion settles in quick as you feel a soft kiss press against your head.

“I’m done!” rings through the house as Luke hears the door shut. Walking into the living room, he catches sight of you dropping your backpack before you run towards him, catching you in his arms easily. He twirls you in a circle as you tell him about how you actually think you did well on your finals, that maybe not all hope was lost for you. “’Course you did well, you’re the smartest woman I know, darling.” You giggle as Luke nuzzles his face into your neck, tickling you with his scruff. All the stress of the last few weeks falling away with every moment you spend with him.

Putting you back on your feet, Luke reaches a hand out as he says “Come on, follow me.” He leads you up the stairs to your shared bedroom where he gives you a kiss and tells you to undress as he runs a bath. When he turns to walk towards the bathroom, you pull him back to you and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his face down to your level. You attach your lips to his in a soft kiss before he disconnects and stares at you. “I love you,” falling off your lips easily.

He’d been so patient with you that you just wanna show him how much it all means. Making his way back into the bathroom to turn the water on, you hear him throw an ‘I love you too’ over his shoulder. You shake your head to yourself, laughing softly at his response while you undress to nothing, getting ready for the bath. Just imaging the feeling of hot water against your skin almost has you moaning, your body so tired from the lack of sleep and uncomfortable positions you forced it into as you studied.

You enter the bathroom when Luke turns to tell you something, his breathe catching in his throat at the sight of you naked. It had been a few weeks since you guys had done anything and he almost forgot just how stunning you really were. “Why aren’t you naked?” you tell him, a sly smile on your face as you do so. “Are you sexualizing me?” Luke rebuts jokingly as his hands go to the front of his shirt to undo the buttons. Helping him get the rest of his clothes of quickly, all you say is “Yup.” with a smirk on your face.

With the water at the perfect temperature, you slowly sink down and adjust yourself. Luke pushes you forward so that he could get in before grabbing your waist and flushing your back to his chest. You both sit in there silently for a little while, your head laying on his shoulder, just relaxing. “This week was absolute hell, thank god it’s over” you say out loud, filling the silence “and thank you for helping me, baby.” His lips begin to ghost over your neck, “Don’t thank me, my love, it was all you. You’re brilliant.”

Soft kisses are pressed into your shoulder as he continues to tell you how proud he is, “What are you proud of? I just took some tests, it’s not like I did something magical.” The tone of your voice allowing him to hear your insecurities, insecurities that he knew were bullshit. At that, Luke blows a raspberry into your neck causing you to squirm away from him in a burst of laughter.

“Oh my god, stop, no, I’m ticklish. What are you doing?” the smile wide on your face. “Anytime you say something that’s not true, I’m gonna tickle you.” he states knowing you’d do anything to not let that happen. “And when did we agree on this rule?” you tell him, your voice incredulous. “Right now.”

As you open your mouth to disagree with him, he blows into your neck again before you get any words out. You try to push his face away through your laughter but he’s stuck onto you not letting go. But slowly, the air against your neck turns into kisses against your shoulder while your laughter turns to short breathes and low moans.

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve had time for sex and because of that, just a few kisses on your neck and collarbone have you moving against Luke’s chest. You feel one of his hands creep in between your legs, spreading them gently as his thumb reaches your clit. “Fuck” tumbling from you mouth as his fingers circles your clit and his mouth continues to leave marks on your neck. You reach the edge so quickly when Luke whispers into your ear “Cum for me, baby.” Moans echoing in the bathroom as you let go for him.

Your body relaxes against his chest as you have your first orgasm in weeks, school taking over every part of your life that you didn’t even have time to release the tension. Luke moves you so he could get out of the tub and grab towels for the both of you. Quickly wrapping you up and drying you off, he gives you a peck on the nose before putting a hand underneath your knees and gathering you in his arms. He drops you on the bed as the towel falls to your feet, leaving you in nothing.

The sight of you still damp from the bath and naked on your bed almost has Luke cumming then and there. You can see how hard he is as you sit up on your knees. As he comes close to you, you move to grab his cock before he stops you, “What are you doing?” he asks you with a furrow in his eyebrows. “Just wanna help you out a little.” you answer as you try to grip his cock in your fist again. His hand catches yours and pushes you away from him, “It’s all about you today, don’t worry bout me.” His words cause your body to heat up, unprepared for whatever he had planned.

“Lie back down against the pillows and spread your legs.” You followed the order quickly, falling against the bed as you opened yourself up for him. His stare had you feeling like you were on fire. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” he tells you as his own hands go to his cock, stroking it up and down before letting go and kneeling in front of the bed. With both his hands on your calves, he pulls you towards him so that you’re spread out in front of his face. You feel his warm breathe on your clit as his hands move up to your thighs, keeping them open. “Missed your pussy, baby. Been so long since I’ve tasted you.”

Your hips dig into the mattress as you look for any sort of friction, all the teasing leaving you in need for immediate relief. Finally, Luke starts kissing on your thighs, slowly making his way to your pussy. When he gets to your center, he licks one long swipe between your folds with a loud “Oh my god” coming out of your mouth. Because of your reaction, Luke doesn’t let up, his tongue swirling and sucking on your clit as your hands tangle in his curls. You press his face against you as he continues eating you out, alternating between sucking on your clit and moving his tongue in between your folds.

He notices your hands curling into the sheets as you start squeezing your thighs around him, a sign that you were about to cum. A few more licks at your clit and you’re cumming as you writhe underneath him, desperate to catch your breath. Thinking that he’d pull away after your orgasm, you jerk when you feel his mouth on your pussy again. “Please, please, stop, I ca- oh fuck” is all you can say when he slides a finger inside you, not waiting long before a second joins it. The feeling of his tongue coupled with the fullness of his fingers has you going over the edge for the third time.

You push his head away, not knowing what he would do as you try to regain control of your body from it’s shaking. Opening your eyes, you see Luke moving onto the bed in between your knees, “Can you take my cock, baby?” he asks. Still sensitive but your need for him so strong that you nodded your head to his question, wanting him to fill you up.

With no warning, Luke sinks into you in one thrust as your back arches off the bed, “Oh fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” His hands wander up to your breasts as he fucks you, fingers tugging and rolling your nipples, the combined sensation having you cry out. He keeps a hand at your breast while the other taps at your mouth, ordering you open. “Suck them,” he tells you when two of his fingers go past your lips. You swirl your tongue around them and suck on them like they were his cock, his moans matching yours. After they’re wet enough for him, his hand wanders back to your clit, rubbing it against his fingers as his cock slams in and out of you.

Your hands grasp on to his shoulders as Luke moves the hand at your breast to around your back to pull you up to him, practically riding him. Bouncing up and down on his cock, you feel the grip on your hips get tight, knowing you’ll find marks in the morning. Once again, your orgasm starts to build up when Luke pushes you back down on the bed, a hand at your throat as he fucks into you so deep. “Oh shit, Luke, I’m so close.” A few more thrusts and you feel yourself lose control as you come undone, only seeing white behind your eyelids. Luke’s thrusts grow sloppy until he hits it one more time and follows you over the edge.

Lying side by side, you’re both trying to catch your breath after the fuck. Luke recovers enough for him to get up and grab something to clean you both off before he throws it back in the bathroom and climbs into bed. His arms wrap around your waist as you cuddle into him, your forehead resting against his heart, when he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head and whispers “Congratulations, sweetheart.”

#this is 2.6k what the ever loving fuck #idk what i did #dana you really just fuck me up huh #i snuck in a 'my love' know that i know luke actually uses it #catch me SOBBING #fuck this was something #jkljsklafjsadkl hope its good #the flashcards are my actual work that im not studying for my midterm in a week whoops #lh concepts #luke hemmings #lh #5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings fic #luke hemmings blurb #my writing #softforcal

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brightsun-and-darkmidnight · 5 years

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Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

TITLE: Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 2 / ?

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-dark midnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki falling in love with a Midgardian and his words to Thor about Jane during Dark World coming back to haunt him. “It would be a heartbeat. You would never be ready.”

RATING: M for Mature

NOTES/WARNINGS: ~▪︎~FOR THE WHOLE STORY~▪︎~

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Check Masterlist. It's going to be a long read. I try to keep each chapter around 3,000 words.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

!-!TRIGGER WARNING(S)!-!

So many triggers, read ALL of them!

Swearing. Angst. Death. Depression. Violence. Self-harm. Regret. Carelessness for safety. Doubts. Torture. NSFW. Smut. Fluff. And Of Course- Mischief.

Summary: Loki reminisces.

~ ~ ENJOY ~ ~

Alicia met with Loki a multiple times since the first time they met. Basically everyday for the past four months. There were days when he needed to do Avenger work and when she saw him again she forced him to relax.

She would let him, force him, to lay on her lap as she played with his hair. She almost put him to sleep with how gently she touched him. As if he was the fragile one.

“Darling, you can use more force.”

“Are you relaxed?”

Loki felt like pudding compared to what he usually felt like.

Loki looked at her to see her smiling warmly at him already.

He sighed. “Yes, Darling.”

“That is what I'm going for.”

She left for a week once a month to her collector to talk about her art. She said it was a long distance away and they were specific as to what they wanted from her. It didn't seem like she was lying, but there was definitely more in what she wasn't saying. She was always worn down after that and opted to leaning on Loki and demanded he read to her.

Loki smiled at the memory of her waking up and realizing she had fallen asleep on him.

“I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-did I snore?!”

“So loud I couldn't hear myself think Darling.”

Alicia rolled her eyes at him, “Shut up. Actually, keep reading.” She mumbled getting cuddled up to him again.

He always dressed nice despite Alicia telling him to dress casually every time he would leave. Marcibeth had been working the lobby desk every time he was there, or obviously making herself scarce in the apartment. Loki had seen her plenty of times he was going back to the tower. And Everytime he would tell her, “no. We simply read.”

They never went past hair playing, simple-innocent touches and Alicia's kisses to his forehead. She always kissed his head when he left or he could feel his forehead creasing.

Alicia made food for him every time. It never looked appetizing but it tasted great.

Her tea was the best he has ever tasted. She even used less sugar than he did. She said honey was her not-so-secret, secret.

Loki was able to open up to her as much as he was comfortable with. Which was only about present day frustrating things. Such as, how he had no privacy other than when he was with her.

He told her that the only reason he was able to spend time with her was because he snuck out. She already guessed that though.

During his rant Alicia let him pace. Then when he sat she approached slowly. Alicia had played with his hair. Unclenched his hands and put her own hands in his grasp. It was such a bold move. Her hands would be easily crushed should he feel the need to close his own. Her kind smile and gentle fingers gliding along his hands where they could reach. Her voice eased him out of his anger as she assured him everything would be alright with time. His body was not so tense.

“There are better ways to go about this than to get so worked up. You are going to hurt yourself.” She said that as her hands cupped his face. “It's going to take time for you to build their trust.” Her fingers stroked his locked jaw till he let it relax. “I know you can gain everyone's trust. In time.”

It felt nice to be treated with well, like he was being given a chance.

Like she believed in him.

He wasn't able to relax totally with her around, but he noticed his shoulders wouldn't be so tense in her presence. His fists were in a resting state.

This Midgardian had control over him.

When he was around her he had this feeling in his chest that spread like fire through his system. A sensation he had once before when he had no defense against such a thing. This time he had impeccable defenses and she still managed to get to his...

Loki was filled with doubt.

And even when doubt was washed away by the free falling feeling in his chest..

Loki refused.

Loki reasoned with himself. Came up with the most crafty and harsh reasons why he wasn't feeling anything. He must have eaten something odd. She could have poisoned the delicious food she gave him.

Then the reason that ate at him the most...It would be a heartbeat to him.

She would be snatched from him way before he was ready to say goodbye.

He would have to say goodbye.

Tomorrow. A hundred years.

Too short.

His fingers had curled and his hands were in fists.

Though he didn't realize it till her small hands gently landed on his. She turned his hands till his palms were facing her.

He watched with fascination and with precaution. What exactly was she planning?

Then her fingers went to the pulse of his wrist and then her fingers eased his fists open.

Her hands in his but this time it felt different.

Loki's eyes flickered to hers that were still on their hands joined together.

His chest felt that awful weightless sensation. His fingers itched to curl again but he couldn't.

He would crush her hand. Hurt her and she would hate him.

Perhaps… He should.

If she hated him, he would be free again.

Her soft smile grew as she looked at him.

To see any expression other than this? Loki felt such unease that it made him instantly nauseous.

A heartbeat.

He had to remember that. To always remind himself. To think of it every time he looked at her.

Her fragile body compared to his.

The Asgardians.

And as much as Loki hated to admit it. Frost Giants.

Midgardians were resilient.

However, they were built the weakest of the whole nine realms.

A small smile was on her face as if she could read his mind and was tormenting him.

“Relax. It will help you figure out anything on your mind. Don't be so tense, your going to hurt yourself with worry.”

She smiled a bit more and Loki swore he was looking at the night sky with how her eyes were twinkling against everything else.

She gave his hands a squeeze as she spoke, “I know you can do it. You can do anything.”

Very few people trusted Loki but this midgardian did.

She was obviously out of her mind. The “reformed villain?” Please. The only reason Loki was on Earth was because it was probably the safest place to be right now. He would hate to see Thanos again.

He paused… She did point out before that if he was so bad he would not have went back to save the Asgardians during Ragnarok.

Loki watched as she got closer. His heart speed up. She leaned closer but he let her do as she pleased. What harm could she do?

She kissed his forehead. Her hands on his face as if she could keep him in place.

She placed many kisses on his forehead and said, “relax.”

How could he? Her touch was the best he has felt in all the nine realms. Her compassion and strong belief he could win over everyone by being good. Motivating. The idea was crazy, but it might work. If he lied. How else could he possibly stand a chance? He was the God of lies and mischief. Just because of that no one trusted him. Add in his track record…

Loki’s eyes closed. And he heard his teeth grind.

Her fingers trailed down to his jaw and gently massaged circles into those muscles. Her kisses on his creased forehead never stopped. Her kisses were slow, light as a feather and lingered as if she never wanted to stop touching him.

His heart was racing.

A heartbeat as quick as his.

His hands were anywhere but on her. Coming close to rest on her in many places but he never let them. He wanted to he just didn't trust himself. Her nimble fingers were combing through his hair and her nails grazed the back of his neck a few times. Each time his spine threatened to show the effects of her touch.

Her nails ran down his neck. Again.

And then he couldn't take it. His hands found hers and pulled them away from him. Her skin softer and smoother than his silk sheets. He kissed those soft hands and enjoyed the lavender smell. Loki wondered if she chose lavender on purpose. That was the smell that put Midgardians in a calm state. Was it the smell that relaxed him? It had to be that. Anything else was just absurd.

She looked at him and smiled. Her cheeks rosy. Her eyes sparkling. Her hands pulled away from his and we're going through his hair again.

“Are you relaxed?”

Loki's body was tense from his inner battle but other than that. He felt he could pull her into his arms to take her anywhere to lay down and have the most amazing rest.

“Yes Darling.”

“Good. Did you figure out what's troubling you?”

Loki had the urge to look away. But her eyes demanded his with the way she looked at him.

“I believe I have.”

She smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead again. And he felt her lips move against his skin.

“Believe in yourself.”

Loki knew fighting would be futile.

Loki knew...

He would never be ready.

A few weeks later. Maybe even days later Loki decided to give into temptation. He knew her lips were soft from being against his forehead so many times. He needed to feel how they felt against his own.

Loki wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her closer to his body. The other hand went to tuck hair behind her ear.

Then her eyes went wide like an animal of the night in the path of headlights. Alicia looked as vulnerable as he felt and it gave him some confidence.

His tongue swiped his lips as he controlled a smile to the best of his ability. His hand rested on her cheek and his thumb ran across her bottom lip.

Then her vulnerable face turned to confidence. Her arms went to his neck and resumed playing with his hair. Her eyes kept darting to his lips which made him pull her little by little. She didn't resist. Her eyes were on his grinning lips making a smile appear on her face as well. She closed her eyes as they got closer.

Loki lightly grazed their lips together and Alicia reacted how his body wanted. Her body arched into his and her hands fisted his hair, pulling him to her by the back of his neck.

Loki let her kiss him as he pulled her closer. He had his arms wrapped around her back to keep her close.

She pulled away with a deep inhale with a satisfied look on her face. She was breathing heavily.

Loki was not even close to being out of breath.

A heartbeat with her fragile body.

As if she saw his worries she placed her forehead on his and stared into his eyes. “I have wanted to do that for so long.”

“Me too Darling. Now... How about I try?”

His hand went to the side of her neck so he could curl those long fingers behind to pull her and his thumb went back and forth along her cheek. His eyes were on her face, taking in all the details. Loki would be damned if he didn’t burn this memory into his mind permanently. This was going to be a heartbeat.

That smile. Those eyes filled with entertainment.

“Are you going to kiss me or stay like this?”

Loki realized he had halted his movements and then he grinned at her impatience.

“In time Darling.”

Loki was slow, painfully slow. He kissed her softly and worked his lips against hers, parting to give her time to breathe. Each parting of their lips getting shorter. Loki was lost but not enough to keep the battle from his mind.

A heartbeat.

Fragile body.

Loki let go of her head to let her pull back when she needed air. His hands were on her hip and back, all of his fingers moving against her. Occasionally his fingers wanted to curl and trap her clothes in his grasp to keep her till the end of his days. Then his hands wanted to curl even more but out of frustration.

He was going to enjoy this. He needed more of her. Loki’s tongue slid past his lips to play with hers. Immediately she granted him access and rubbed her tongue against his. Alicia caught a moan in her throat, but there was still a sound. Loki grinned. He rubbed her tongue with his as he continued to move their mouths together.

Alicia’s hands trailed from his neck to his shoulders and Loki let her pull away from him abruptly. She gasped for air with the widest smile Loki has seem in all of his years.

Loki felt enough of his control was tested for one day. He eased her out of another breathtaking kiss, “Darling we should take a break. Let me read to you.”

She had groaned against his lips but let him go. Loki did not let them stop touching as he made her back fit against his chest. He read and played with her hair. Loki let her part briefly to allow her to get her drawing things. To his relief she sat in his lap again.

As he was reminiscing his phone went off. One of the pieces he had requested was done. Loki approved but knew he would get an upgrade at a later date.

The piece was a necklace with his colors. Green, gold and black. He was not planning to tell her about courting yet, ask her, or even bring it up. He really wanted her to have the whole set.

Anxiousness overwhelmed him.

He never… Loki has never had the chance to officially ask to court someone. He has bedded many but that was just for mutual release. He cared for maybe only a handful enough to court but he always found them in the arms of another. Most of them begging for Thor's attention.

Loki was never good enough. He was always in his brother’s shadow. Even more now since Thor was King and an Avenger that had defeated him. Loki the reformed villain trying to redeem himself by fighting against the other bad guys? The news made it obvious the whole idea was absurd.

Alicia told him he was doing a wonderful job. She was proud of him for doing good and most importantly for trying.

Loki was eyeing the final product, and if this went wrong?

Loki shut his eyes and his jaw grew stiff. Loki tried to release some tension by turning and stretching his neck. Even to stretch and twist his back. To no avail. They have not seen each other for a week and four days. It had been too long.

Deciding to find some relief he grabbed his phone, hoping she was still available tonight as discussed yesterday.

#Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder #brightsun-and-darkmidnight #check triggers #check description #chapter 2 #loki

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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 5 years

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김재현, Kim Jaehyun

anonymous asked:

Hello 😋 can I request a scenario where .... is super stressed so kim jaehyun goes with her on a spontaneous trip to the sea just taking long walks , dancing to the sound of the waves , watching the sunset , STARTGAZING ..... so on Can’t wait for another beautiful masterpiece , thaaaaanks 🥰in advance

anonymous asked:

Could you add cuddles to the recent N.flying’s jaehyun request ?

Group: N.Flying (엔플라잉)

Member: Jaehyun

She sighed heavily, thoughtlessly dropping her too-heavy bag at the door and haphazardly kicking off her shoes.

Jaehyun’s head popped up over the side of the couch, abandoning the magazine he’d been scanning through. “Everything okay, love?” he asked, a concerned wrinkle forming in between his eyebrows.

She joined him on the couch, flopping face-first into the cushions. “I want to disappear.” She spoke quietly, like a whisper. Or maybe it was hesitance... Hesitance to show the not-so-pretty sides of her heart.

Would he think she was ungrateful if she felt unhappy, even when she was living well?

He rubbed her back gently, trying to soothe the palpable knots. “I’m sorry—what’d you say?” She didn’t answer. “You don’t wanna talk right now?” Still no answer, just a shake of the head. He nodded understandingly, continuing his light massage. “Okay. That’s fine,” he whispered. “I’ll wait.”

It wasn’t long after that she started sniffling. “I want to disappear,” she said again, louder this time. “I feel so frustrated with myself. I never get as much done as I want to, I feel so lazy, and when I work hard... no one notices. And, yes! It bothers me, but even that’s bad because then I feel selfish! I’m just a mess...” She curled in a little closer to herself.

He frowned. “Oh, baby,” he cooed. He pulled her into his lap, rocking them both back and forth. “Why’re you saying mean stuff like that to my girlfriend?” he tried to make her laugh. Luckily, it worked. Even if it was just a little. He felt a rumble against his chest from her muffled chuckle.

“Because your girlfriend’s useless,” she said sulkily.

He gave her a light smack on the shoulder. “I beg to differ,” he said.

“Give me one thing she’s good at,” she challenged.

He lifted her face, damp-eyed and a little moody. He smiled at her nonetheless. “She’s damn good at making me happy,” he said. He stood, dragging her along with him, perfectly swept up into his strong arms. He spun her around expertly. “So! I feel like I should only do the same for my omnipotent princess!”

She tried to force her smile away. “I’m not omnipotent, you weirdo!” She couldn’t hold back a small laugh. “You only use big words when you’re trying to cheer me up.”

He gave a cheeky grin. “You know, your laugh is quite mellifluous.”

“Stop it!” she said, hitting his chest. “You’re so frustrating! I’m trying to be pouty and upset right now!”

He laughed. “Yet you’re smiling!” He set her down gently, giving her a quick, wet smooch to the forehead. “Now, go put on some shorts, pack an overnight bag, grab some dope snacks and I’ll take care of everything else.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “Where are we going? It’s almost sunset.”

“We’ll get there beforehand. And even if we don’t! Best time to drive,” he said with a wink. He ushered her out of the living room. “Now, shoo! Shoo! Let your boyfriend make an adventure for you.”

And that, he did. An adventure indeed.

It was around 5:45 that she rushed outside with a messily packed knapsack and a leftover shopping-bag filled to the brim with sugary candies and potato chips. She searched around for a moment, scanning for the dorky drummer that she called her boyfriend.

“Here!” she heard him call. She spotted him at the car, waving to her before throwing the last few things into the trunk. She ran down to him, trying her hardest not to trip.

He hugged her when she reached the bottom of the stairs leading up to their apartment. “Well, hello there,” he chuckled, smoothing down her hair.

“Where are we going?” she asked again.

He tapped her nose. “Not telling you.” He gave her a lopsided grin. “Just get in the car. I just wanna enjoy your company right now.”

She pouted a little. “Fine,” she huffed. “But I’ll figure it out eventually!”

“I’m sure you will, Smarty Pants,” he teased. “Now get in the car.”

And so she did.

She got in the car with her mishmash of things that she packed, not knowing exactly what she would need. She got in with her bag of snacks, completely confident that they’d eat all of them in a snap. She got in with a smile ghosting her lips, and she got in with her worries fading far behind her the second they pulled out of the parking lot.

It was surreal.

The windows were rolled down, winds buffeting their hair. They didn’t care if it got messed up, because why would they? It was just the two of them. Their music was played at full blast, but somehow, you could still hear them singing over it.

Sometimes it was beautifully harmonized, but more often than not, it was raucous and off-key, but they cherished every second of it nonetheless.

It was surreal because it was filled with the scent of each other and the smiles that threatened to blind them. It was surreal because they went over the speed limit for just a moment or two, just to get a taste of rebelliousness.

It was surreal because she fed him gummy worms while he payed attention to the road and he would give her the sweetest, most genuine thank you and it melted her heart.

“Love, look,” Jaehyun interrupted her gummy worm feasting. He gestured to the sky.

When she looked up, she was met with the most ethereal conglomeration of reds, oranges and pinks, with just a tiny splash of purple somewhere in there.

Her jaw dropped.

Jaehyun reached for the stereo, turning the music down low. “You know, I wanted watching the sunset with you to be a little bit more romantic, but I guess this’ll do.”

“It more than does it,” she breathed. “It’s gorgeous.”

He chuckled. “What? Never seen a sunset before.”

“I have,” she said. She turned to him. Even though his eyes were focused on the road, he could tell that she was watching him. “But I’ve never seen one with you, so it’s special.”

His cheeks were flushed red now, but she couldn’t tell if it was the glare from the setting sun or something else entirely.

“You’re special...” he mumbled.

She quirked a brow. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” he said, clearing his throat.

She didn’t know how many hours they’d been driving. She didn’t even know when she’d fallen asleep. All that she knew now was that the scent of salt was rushing through her sense and a slightly chilly wind was hitting against her cheeks.

She sat up, her eyes wide. “The beach,” she said, still a little groggy. “We’re going to the beach!”

She heard him laugh from beside her. “Took you long enough,” he teased. He reached over the middle console, tucking some hair behind her ear.

They pulled into the parking lot, pleasantly surprised at the lack of other cars. Probably because it was so late. It was like they had the beach to themselves. The sun was dipping into the sea like a fire sent into orbit, desperate for it’s polar opposite.

Desperate for it to bring it peace; rest.

“Am I your ocean?” Jaehyun asked all of a sudden, walking around the front of the car to open her door for her.

She quirked a brow. “What do you mean?” she asked, giving him a kiss on the cheek as a thanks.

“Am I the ocean and you the sun?” he asked again. He hummed thoughtfully, trying to think of a way to describe it. Without noticing or sharing a single word, they slipped off their shoes, leaving them in the car, and started walking across the shore-line, warm sand pleasantly dipping in between their toes.

“Am I something calming for you?” he finally decided on. His hand slipped into hers, like a habit. “You’re like the sun because you’re this burning ball of passion and fire and you’re sinking so far down because of the difficult day you’ve had, but I’m the ocean. I’m there for you.” He swung their hands back and forth, a smile growing on his lips. “I’ll catch you when you fall.”

He leaned down, playfully nipping her cheek. “And I’ll swallow you up, too,” he joked.

She shook her head. “I don’t think that’s it at all.”

He stopped walking. She didn’t. He watched her from behind as she dipped her feet into the water, shivering for a moment at the sudden chill. “Oh?” he wondered aloud. “And why’s that?”

“You’re not the ocean because you swallow me,” she said. She gave him a look, heart-meltingly tender. “You’re the ocean because you cover me in your emotion. I drown in you. In your smile, in your eyes, in your laugh... Just everything.”

She sloshed the water around pensively. “The way you tap out rhythms on my thigh, the way you’ll tickle me randomly,” she trailed off, taking a moment to take a deep breath of the salty air. “The way you take me on random, spontaneous trips like this!”

She playfully splashed water at him. “I guess I just love you, sea-boy.”

He splashed some water at her in return. “I guess I just love you too, sun-girl,” he beamed. “Do you even remember what you were sad about?”

She looked down at her feet, enjoying the way the water sloshed around her ankles. “You’ll probably have to make me forget a little more,” she said. “We might have to spend the night here.”

He walked up behind her, trapping her in a back-hug. “I knew you’d say that,” he chuckled. He started rocking them back and forth to the sound of the waves. As expected of a drummer, his rhythm was perfect.

He started humming a mindless tune, still keeping the tempo in mind. He grabbed her hand, spinning her under his arm. He held her close, balancing back and forth, left and right.

She giggled shyly, turning her head away from him. “This is so cheesy,” she said.

He dipped her in his arms, making her yelp and grip onto his upper-arms for support. “Oh, you love it,” he said cheekily.

“Okay, maybe a little,” she admitted.

Yet another reason why it was surreal. Dancing together with their wet, sandy feet until the sun completely set, darkening the sky into such a beautiful blue-black shade.

Somehow... Jaehyun seemed to shine even brighter in the dark, like an ethereal glow. Maybe it was the sparkle in his eyes, or his never-failing smile. It was just something.

Maybe his soul.

Without warning, he pulled her into a hug. She could feel his breath against her ear as he chuckled excitedly, like a child awaiting his final gift at his birthday. “Are you ready for the best part?” he questioned.

She couldn’t stop herself form grinning. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

He gave her a quick kiss before running back to the car. He returned a minute later with a large quilt and their bag of snacks.

“What’s this?” she laughed.

He laid the fabric out expertly, smoothing out any wrinkles. “Lay down and find out,” he said. “Oh! But close your eyes, too!” he added.

“You’re so bossy,” she jested. Nonetheless, she did as she was asked. She felt him shuffle around next to her before settling himself close against her side, his head nestled into the crook of her arm.

“Okay,” he said, exhaling a breath of satisfaction, “you can open them now.”

And so she did. She did, and she was met with thousands upon thousands of glittering lights, reflecting in her eyes like unshed tears.

Stars.

She took in a breath, about to say something.

“Don’t talk,” he interrupted her, running his long fingers through her hair. “Let me talk, please.” He sounded so raw... So revealed and uncensored in front of her, like he was about to spill his heart out onto the sand. She could feel his frown against her collarbone.

Though, it wasn’t an upset one. It was a contemplative one. One that wondered how to express itself and be true.

“You realize that I’m not perfect either, right?” he asked finally. His voice was quiet, almost drowned out by the waves. “Sometimes, I get so angry at myself because I feel so lazy.”

Her eyes widened. “But you’re so busy all the time!”

“I know,” he said. “That’s why I feel that way. The second you’re on your own and you’ve gotta figure out life, you’re just scraping by, trying to do anything and everything you can to pay the bills, so you don’t get around to doing all the other things you need to do. You’re too busy fighting, and you’re not living enough. So, even though you’re so busy and productive, you feel...”

She pulled him a little closer. “Useless,” she finished for him.

He nodded against her skin. “Yeah. That’s the word.” He propped his head up with his elbow, looking down at her. His eyes were swimming with emotion. Addictive, saddening, beautiful emotion. “That’s why I came here with you,” he said softly. “I came here to remind you that life is still out there. It’s moving back and forth, this way and that...”

He traced random patterns on her stomach, drawing nothing in particular. “It’s like the waves. It’ll keep going, whether we like it or not. We can’t dwell on things that we can’t change, so we’re just going to have to work with the waves instead of fighting them.”

He gave a forlorn smile, painfully pulling at her heart. “We’re like kids that haven’t learned to swim yet, love. We can’t fight against the current, so we have to learn to follow it.” He intertwined their fingers, his smile getting a little brighter and reaching his eyes. “But that’s okay. Who says the current has to be so bad?” he asked.

“It can be a little too fast sometimes, and maybe a little scary, but we’ve got this. We’re stronger, braver and smarter than we think.” He gave her hand a princely kiss. “The only thing we’re gonna drown in is each other.”

She nodded, not even registering the tears that were spilling out of her eyes. “Sounds good,” she said, her voice cracking. She squeezed his hand tighter. “That sounds so good.”

I hope you enjoyed it, Anon! Feel free to stop by again. I got really soft and kinda personal while writing this one. I hope my emotions come across clearly, and I hope it was everything you were wishing for.

#for anon #n.flying #n.flying jaehyun #kim jaehyun #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #kpop angst

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thicctransboi · 5 years

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A Last Confession? (Sam+ Grizz)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19366624

prompt by: @casualcloudlighttrash on my Ao3

(This will be in Sam’s Point of View)

Summary: Sam and Grizz have been fighting non stop since Grizz came back from the exhibition. Sam has yet to tell Grizz the truth, and Grizz is feeling defeated and used. What will happen when Grizz falls ill, and Kelly and Gordie have to use a sub-par method, unsure whether or not it will save Grizz’s life?

Grizz stormed out of the room, I could physically feel the vibrations from the door slamming beneath my feet. We had been fighting nearly every day since Grizz got back from the exhibition; never seeming to reach a mutual understanding over the situation between Becca, Eden, and myself. I still hadn’t told him the truth yet, I needed to speak to Becca.

Making my way downstairs, I found Becca sitting on the sofa, Eden in her arms, sleeping soundly. Becca looked worse for wear; her hair was wild and matted, thick bags hung underneath her eyes. “I finally got her to sleep.” Becca signed, a greatful yet tired smile written across her face.

“I take it the food making machines are working better now then?”

She rolled her eyes at me, “I wish you’d stop calling them that, but yes. Those books were right, the massaging helped a lot. Thank you for that, by the way.”

I shuddered at the memory, “Don’t mention it. Literally.”

Becca raised an eyebrow at me, “Where did Grizz go? He stormed down the stairs then left out of the back, I heard the door slam.” Her one handed signing got her message across well enough, and I let out a sigh.

“He’s upset that I won’t tell him the details of our relationship, that brought Eden along. I guess a lot of the guys were giving him shit after they saw me kiss him, and he isn’t sure what to tell them. Apparently, the girls as well, keep making comments about everything.”

Becca sighed, “I trust Grizz, but what exactly is upsetting him? About our situation I mean.”

“He says he doesn’t know if he can trust me, if im not being honest to him. He says he feels like I’m in love with you, and that’s what brought Eden along. That the whole being ‘gay’ thing was a cover up.” I sighed, my hands fidgeting for a moment, “He doesn’t want to break up a family. Our family. I need to tell him the truth, Becca.”

She glanced down at Eden. “I trust him, like I said. But, if you tell him, he needs to know that this stays between the three of us. No one can know, especially not those stoner Guard assholes. That’s the last thing I need.” Her look was dead serious.

“He won’t, I’ll make sure of it.” I say, giving her a hopeful smile.

“Alright, fine. Go find him while Eden is still asleep.” Becca gave me a defeated smile, but a smile nonetheless.

I pulled out my phone, texting Grizz.

To Grizz: Hey, where are you? Need to talk.

Incoming text from Grizz: The garden, gathering the rest of the harvest.

“He’s at the garden, gathering what’s left, you sure you’re okay for me to go?”

Becca gave me a tired smile, letting her head fall back onto the sofa.

I quickly shrugged on my coat and sneakers, making my way quietly out of the house and towards the garden. It was nearly nightfall now, the sun setting behind the New England skyline, blanketing the sky with shades of velvet purples and brilliant pinks.

***

Arriving at the garden, I couldn’t spot Grizz anywhere. I tried texting, but no response. I checked the greenhouse, not there. I wove in between the empty vegitable beds until I saw him; Grizz was sprawled out on the ground, clutching his side and curled into the fetal position. A look of agony on his face. I felt my heart contract and my mind raced a mile a minute at the sight of him.

“Grizz!” I exclaimed, running to his side. I crouched down next to him, “What’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong?”

My heart shattered to pieces at the sight of his face scrunched up in pain. He pointed to his right side, “It’s my stomach. On the right. I think it might be my appendix, I’m not sure.”

My heart suddenly jolted back to life as adrynaline coarsed through my veins; his appendix? We weren’t equipped for this.. I sure wasn’t. I immidaitely texted Becca.

To Becca: Call Kelly or Goride, call them both. Grizz needs help, he’s sick. It’s his stomach, right side. Hurry! At garden by mill. Send someone!

We waited another 10 minutes, unknowing that Becca had fallen asleep.

He was crying in pain, his eyes spitting out tears. I could see him grunting and groaning in pain, clutching his right side for dear life as if it might subside the pain.

“People are on their way, okay? I texted Becca.”

Grizz clutched onto me with his free arm, forcing himself up into a sitting position. His jaw dropped, I could tell he was screaming. “Sam, you need to help me get up, I can’t sit here and wait.”

My heart was racing as I worked my hardest to remain calm and read his lips. “I don’t want to hurt you..” I stammer out, feeling my words fumbling on my lips.

“You have to, okay?”

I sighed, rising to my feet and stepping behind Grizz, bending over and locking my arms beneath his arm pits. I lifted as gently as possible, feeling his back to rigid as I got him to his legs, quickly moving to his side to let him lean on me. His arm fell over my shoulder, the other clutched my hand as he put a substantial amount of weight on me.

“Okay, we need to get to the hospital. Gordie’s shift is there today so he’ll be there.” He signed to me with one hand, his lips moving too fast for me to read.

We walked for what seemed like years. Having to stop every few paces or so due to the amount of pain he was in.

Grizz patted my shoulder. “Sam, i might need you to carry me. I can’t walk anymore.” Grizz said, annouciating his words for me to understand him. His face was scrunched together in pain, and he was putting nearly all of his weight on me. I knew I had to carry him, no matter how difficult it may be. We were in town now, only a block away from the hospital.

I made quick work of picking Grizz up carefully, holding him bridal style as I hoisted him up into my arms. He burrowed his face into the crook of my neck, gripping onto me for dear life. The vibrations from his cries and sobs could be felt against my skin, and I wanted to cry as well. My back screamed at me to stop, my knees threatening to buckle beneath me. But I was determined to get Grizz help.

By the time I reached the hospital, I was drenched in sweat and Grizz was trembling in my grasp. Making my way to the front desk, I let out a shreek, the only way I could think of getting someones attention. I quickly caught sight of Gordie, an exasperated look on his face at the sight of his two new patients.

“What happened?” Gordie asked, signing along with his words.

“He collapsed! Get a wheelchair!” I shout, or tried to.

Gordie disappeared behind a corridor momentarily, before running out, wheelchair in front of him. I carefully set Grizz in the chair, the look on his face was helpless. His skin looked ashen, almost green looking.

I watched in silence as Gordie asked Grizz questions, Grizz answering with a tired expression, and myself unable to tell what they were saying. Confusion overwhelmed me, but not as much as my concern for Grizz. I watched as Gordie shoved a thermometer in between Grizz’s lips, murmuring incoherently to himself. I felt frustrated, I wanted to know what they were saying, but I couldn't read their lips; I couldn't hear them.

I watched as Gordie picked up his cell phone and placed it to his ear, presumably calling Kelly. Grizz was nodding out, waking himself up by jolting in pain and clutching his side. I saw a figure rush from behind me, it was Kelly. They were both crowding him now, speaking to him, their backs turned. And their figures blocked his lips from my view.

“Would someone please tell me what’s going on?” I yelled, frustrated.

Gordie turned to me, “It sounds like its appendicitis. He has a fever of 104, so we need to bring that down. We’re going to get him a bed, and try to do some fluids.”

I felt my heart drop to my ass, “Appendicitis? That’s like really serious! You need to do surgery!”

Gordie’s face looked defeated as Kelly wheeled Grizz out of view. “We’re not Surgeons, Sam. While Kelly is getting an IV set up, I’m going to see what can be done, okay? Try to stay calm. Maybe go home? Grab him some clothes?”

I shook my head, “No, im not leaving him.”

***

Hours passed, and I felt hopeless. I sat in a chair at his bedside, watching as Kelly finally managed to put an IV in, giving him fluids and some pain killers to help with the pain and bring down his fever. He had been throwing up violently, but it had since subsided. For now.

I felt a rush of relief when Gordie arrived in our little room, looking rather chipper considering the circumstances.

“I have good news! I found out that sometimes, antibiotics can relieve appendicitis if the appendix hasn't ruptured completely. Kelly is getting them ready now.”

“If? You said if? What happens if it did rupture?”

Gordie’s face fell, “He could die... But, we should know in a couple of days if the antibiotics work-”

“Die?!” I shout, cutting him off and rising to my feet, “No! No, we can’t just sit here and hope he doesn't die! I can’t do that!”

Gordie approached me slowly, placing a hand on my shoulder, “We don't have another choice, Sam.”

His gaze was stern, his large black eyes pleading with me to calm myself. He was right, we didn't have another choice.

***

“Gordie!” I shouted, trying to hold Grizz’s head to the side as his body convulsed and tremored beneath my touch.

Gordie and Kelly rushed into the room, Kelly toying around on the monitors and with the IV, Gordie holding Grizz down. Vomit spewed from his lips an onto his bedside, coating my jeans. But I didn't care, I needed him to get through this.

“Come on, Grizz. Baby, you can do this, stay with me!” I pleaded.

I saw my life flash before my eyes, not my past; but my future. I saw Grizz’s hands entertained with my own, a small red-headed toddler running around, stumbling on their chubby legs. I saw the sun rise, and set. My future hadn’t even begun, and it was coming to an end.

I felt tears flow from my eyes at the sight of his temperature spiking to 105, his heart rate erratic. I was grasping on some emotion, dying to be released, and yet it didn't come.

***

It had been 5 days and 6 nights. Or maybe it had been longer than that, I couldn't be sure. Grizz had been stable for two of those nights, but my mind held vexing images of the four previous nights of instability; vomiting, screaming in pain, temperature spikes, one seizure... Many had come to visit; Luke, Clarke, Ally, Will, Helena, even Becca and Eden. But, I remained in the same spot: Glued to the chair by his bedside. They had moved Grizz into a larger room on the third floor, a few accidents from a bad game of fugitive had lead to the emergency room being packed. The room had a pull out bed, but it was too far away from Grizz; so I had settled for the chair. Only rising for trips to the bathroom, that were always hasty, and once to scream out for someone to help ease Grizz’s tremors.

So, here I sat; my body folded up awkwardly in the small chair, unmoving. All I could do was watch him. Stare at him. Study the steady rises and falls of his chest. I rubbed at my temples, arching my back to relieve some gained tension a series of cracks rippled up my spine. I couldn't remember when I had last eaten, let alone slept. I was sure I looked awful, nights without sleep and constantly in solitude. I ignored everyone’s offers, their questions, pleads. Perk of being deaf, I suppose. It made it easier to ignore others.

Gordie said it would take three to five days to know if the antibiotics had worked. His vomiting had stopped, his tremors subsided. His skin, while still rather pale, was no longer green, his cheeks holding the faintest blush. He hadn’t opened his eyes in his two days of stableness. Kelly had told me it was his body recovering. Maybe, just maybe he was healing.

I watched him, I wasn't sure of the day, nor the time anymore. Night, or day, it didn't matter. I couldn't feel, nor speak. All I could do was think. And my thoughts were dangerous. If he died? I’d loose the one person, the only person, who’s ever reciprocated my feelings. The only person who made me feel safe. I’d loose my person. He was the only part of me that felt valid, that was real.

The flutter of an eyelash.

I could have sworn I had hallucinated it, convinced the lack of sleep had gotten to me. Then I saw it again, his eyelashes fluttering. I felt my heart skip a beat, the first time I had felt my heart at all. Like I had forgotten I was alive.

And then, like sunrise, Grizz opened his eyes. And I held my breath. I watched as he stared up at the ceiling, his throat bobbing slightly as he took in his surroundings. His eyes landed on me, and I felt my heart stop.

“Sam?” He croaked out, his lips hardly moving. But I knew what his lips looked like when he said my name.

“I’m here.” I called out.

His gaze caught mine finally, registering who he was seeing. “Come here.” He said, a small smile appearing on his face.

I had no recollection of moving to his bed, nor the pain that shot through my body upon rising from my position. I took a moment, just to study him. Taking in his appearance. The color had returned to his cheeks, and the light had sparked again in his eyes. He was no longer sweating, nor short of breath. Moon shaped blue crescents sat beneath his large brown eyes, small embers of gold and cinnamon lining his chocolate brown orbs.

“How are you feeling?” I rushed out, my eyes lingering on the monitor. His heart rate was normal.

Grizz tapped my hand, “I’m okay.. Better, the pain is gone. Lay with me?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” I murmured, letting my finger tips graze over the back of his hand. “I'm so sorry, Grizz.”

He raised an eyebrow at me, “Sorry? What for? You didn't give me appendicitis, Sam.”

“No but, we fought. If I hadn't upset you, maybe we could have gotten you help faster...”

I felt the tears slipping from my eyes.

“Hey, Sam, come here. Lay with me.” I settled besides him in the bed, carefully nestling into his side.

I watched his lips as he spoke, “You didn’t cause this, Sam. I’m not angry with you. I’m just, confused I guess. Hurt.”

“Eden isn't mine.” I blurted out. “Becca and I agreed to say I was the dad, because she didn't want anyone to know the real story behind it. Don't ask her either. She only told me I could tell you what I know, and what the truth is. We never slept together, I promise. I just had to protect my best friend. I’m so sorry, Grizz.”

I saw relief wash over his features. “Thank you, for telling me the truth. I get it, why you did what you did. I’m sorry for overreacting.”

I rested my head on his chest and breathed him in, letting my hands rub circles on his abdomen. I felt him tap my hand to get my attention.

“Have you not left? This entire time?” Grizz asked.

I shook my head, “I couldn't leave you. I.. I was so scared, Grizz. I thought I might loose you. And when I thought I might loose you, that killed me. I can’t.... I can’t loose you. I just can’t..” I found myself sobbing again, and Grizz ran soothing fingers through my hair. “I’m so sorry for everything. I was so pissed about the circumstances and everything. But when I realized that you could die? It killed me... I.. I love you. Please, don’t ever get sick like that on me again..”

I let my face fall into his shirt, grasping onto him for dear life, as if if I let go, he might slip away again.

I felt him nudge me, looking up I saw him signing one simple phrase, one that meant the world to me: I love you.

I leant into kiss him, when I felt him turn his attention towards the door, it was Gordie and Kelly. I watched as they asked him a few questions, and Kelly took his temperature.

“You don't have a fever anymore.. No more vomiting or anything. I think it worked!”

A wave of relief washed over me.

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amelia-blackshepherd · 5 years

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Pictures

I saw some sentence starters that inspired me so here you go. Set post 11x17, early on in their relationship.

It had been eight days since Amelia and I spent our first night together. I felt like I was on cloud nine, even with how busy being the chief was, I didn’t mind because I had her. Well, technically I didn’t have her, it wasn’t like we had put a label on it, but it felt right.

It was hour four of this all-day meeting and I couldn’t bring myself to focus. My mind kept wandering back to Amelia, I wondered where she was and what she was doing right now. I decided to send her a quick text to make plans for tonight, ‘Hey, want to go to dinner with me tonight?’ I hit send and then try to focus on what the elderly gentlemen at the head of the board room table is saying.

He is dragging on about how another Harper Avery Hospital was over budget this year, as I check my phone again for probably the fifth time in the last 10 minutes since I texted Amelia. I was beginning to worry that I had pushed too far, I knew she had a tendency to run when things got scary, both herself and Derek had mentioned it to me. So, I tried to play it cool and sent another text, ‘Or not. We could just hang out at my trailer or if you have plans that’s cool.’

Nearly instantly after I hit send, I regret it, I sound like some idiot who is trying too hard to be cool. When she doesn’t respond after another 10 minutes, I decide to scroll through my phone pictures. I was only half listening to what this boring board director was saying at this point and I really didn’t care.

When I open up my phone, I see some pictures of Amelia that she must have taken without me knowing, they are all selfies showing off her beautiful face and I can’t help but smile and chuckle at the sweet gesture of her secretly taking pictures of herself on my phone for me to discover later.

My attention is brought back to the present as my small chuckle caught the attention of the other people in the meeting. “Sorry.” I apologize, the old man who was talking looks less then impressed but eventually goes back to talking about graphs and finances and other boring stuff. So, I return to my previous task at looking through my pictures, although I do it a little more discreetly this time.

I come across a picture of Amelia sound asleep in my bed. I forgot I had taken it after the second night she spent at my place. She was wearing my old army shirt, that fell down just covering her ass as she was curled up in my bed. The picture itself was fairly innocent, if you didn’t know she was naked underneath, and if you didn’t know that after I took that picture she woke up and we ended up having sex on the kitchen counter while she was still in that T-shirt.

I look up and pretend to be paying attention to the meeting, however my thoughts keep drifting back to that morning. My phone buzzes, I glance and see Amelia texted back, ‘How about we get food and take it back to your place ;)’ I am relieved she finally responded, and I love her plan.

I type back almost instantly, ‘Only if we can have desert first.’ As I wait for her response, I look at the sleeping photo of her again, and decide to make it my lock screen.

I told Owen I would pick up food on my way to his trailer, his meeting ended about 2 hours before I was done for the day. We decided to try the new thai food place that was right on the way to Owen’s.

I opened the door and stepped inside his trailer, I set the bag of food on the table and heard the shower running. I debated joining him in the shower, but I hadn’t eaten all day, so I sat down and started eating the food instead. I knew Owen wouldn’t care, he complained because I ate my food too slow anyway. I hear the water shut off and a minute later Owen appears, his strong upper body is still wet from his shower and his hair is ruffled from the towel that he now has wrapped around his waist. “You should wear that to work instead of all those suits.” I tease.

At the sound of my voice he spins around, I smile and wave my hand, that is holding my fork, at him. “When did you get here? Hey! You are eating without me?” His question turns into a whine as he takes in my half empty container of thai food.

I shrug and non-chantantly explain, “I was hungry, and you were in the shower.” Even though this relationship is still so new, it is weird how completely comfortable I feel around Owen.

Owen disappears for a minute to throw some sweat pants on, he doesn’t bother to put a shirt on. He comes over to where I am sitting and grabs his own food, “mmm, this smells good.” He says sliding into the spot beside me.

With his new close proximately to me I can smell his manly pine scented body wash and shampoo, “You smell good.” I say, switching my focus from my half-eaten food to the half naked man beside me.

I move in closer and start to kiss his neck. I can feel his throat vibrate as he chuckles, “Hey, now. I am hungry too, just cause you already ate doesn’t mean…” He trails off as I glide my tongue over his ear.

I pull a few inches away teasing him, “What were you saying?” I stare intensely into his eyes while my hand that was resting on his leg begins to work its way up closer to where his sweat pants now have a slight bulge in them.

His eyes close in lust as my hand reaches the spot, “Food.” He lamely attempts to answer my question, knowing he is losing this battle.

“You are the one who wanted desert first remember?” I remind him as I continue to massage him through his pants and go back to trailing kisses along his jaw line.

Within seconds he has had enough of my wicked game, and stands up, pulling me with him, I wrap my legs around his waste as our tongues fight for dominance. I fall onto the bed first, quickly followed by his body on top of mine.

I am cuddled up to Owen in post sex bliss, but sadly I need water, so I have to get up from his strong, comforting arms. I throw on his old army T-shirt and head to the kitchen. As I drink my water, I notice his eyes watching me. “What?” I ask.

He smiles at me, “You’re beautiful.” He says.

I shake my head and fight the blush that is threatening to over come me, “You’re such a dork.” I look away from his intense stare as I feel my checks heating up, it is then that I notice the food on the table. “Hey, are you still hungry?” I ask him.

“You are ready to go again? I mean, I won’t say no, but you might need to do most of the work this time.” He quips back.

“For food, Owen.” I say, holding up his thai food container as a reminder.

Owen looking slightly embarrassed, “Right, I knew that. Sure, bring it over.”

I am reaching for his food and my food on the table when his phone dings. I glance at it, in case it was work and someone needed the chief, but it isn’t the message on the phone that stops me in my tracks it is the picture.

I hide his phone behind my container of food as I head back to the bed.

“Thank you.” He says reaching for the food. I hand it to him, before crawling on top of the sheets myself so I am sitting next to him. He starts eating, and after a moment realizes I didn’t. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

“Aren’t you going to tell me about this?” I ask, holding the phone up to his face.

He looks at the phone confused and reads the message. “Tell you about, Sarah Riley’s?” He asks referring to the text, “She is the new trauma attending. It was her first day today. And…” Owen explains thinking I am talking about the text.

I cut him off, “Not the text.” I roll my eyes slightly, I am not really the jealous type and besides even if I was, that message was nothing to worry about.

“Then wha…” He starts to ask and then his brain catches on, as he looks between the phone that had a picture of Amelia in ironically the same shirt she was wearing right now. “Oh, the picture.”

I nod my head at him, like it should have been obvious. “When did you even take this picture?” I demand, keeping my face as neutral as possible.

Owen puts his food aside and runs a hand through his messy curls, “Ah, about a week ago? I guess I should have asked you. You just looked so adorable sleeping I couldn’t resist snapping a picture.” He tries to explain, realizing now that it was a slight envision of privacy.

“You took it a week ago?” I ask seeking him to confirm, when he nods his head I continue, “Then why didn’t I notice it yesterday morning when I was taking selfies on your phone?”

He lets out a small huff, “Because, I only made it my lock screen today. I was in that boring board meeting and I kept thinking about you and I was looking through my photos and saw that one and I decided to change it to my lock screen.”

I don’t respond instead I just turn around and grab my phone off the floor and flop down beside Owen, before he can ask what I am doing I take a selfie of the two of us and then make it my new lock screen. “There. Now we are lock screen official.” I say smiling at Owen as I roll over pressing myself against his chest.

Owen gives me a funny look, “I don’t think that is a thing.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” I command as I pull him into a heated kiss.

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ask-mobster-matsu · 6 years

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Fluff scenario - it's pretty cheesy but cute I think ! The boys just having to work late, it being a hard day with their I guess partner for a while who is just sad to see them overworked. and said partner just mutters out an "I love you - please come back to bed" reactions or just the scene play out of what would happen ? >w

(Mod A: I had to bump this up because it’s super cute aaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Scenarios are under the cut)

Warning: Ichimatsu’s scenario has a little bit of torture in it since its kinda his job.

Osomatsu

Osomatsu ran a hand down his face as he left the meeting room. This client had been rather stubborn with their negotiations, if you could even call it that. He’d had to let Karamatsu know he had another job to add to the list. As he walked through the hall, he cracked his knuckles, counting off the last tasks for the day before he could finally sleep.

There was asking Choromatsu about tomorrow’s clientele meetings, checking in with Todomatsu to see how his latest info gathering mission went, and asking Ichimatsu if he needed any more bodies disposed of today. Not too much left. Osomatsu almost missed the clicking of another set of footsteps down the hall while he was deep in though. Almost.

He turned around to see his fiancé making their way toward him, a tired, but worried expression gracing their features. He stopped, allowing them to catch up to him before pulling them in close for a hug and affectionately kissing their forehead. “What’s botherin’ ya, doll?”

They wrapped their arms around his torso and nuzzled their face into his chest. “Please come to bed,” their voice was muffled, and if the halls weren’t so empty he probably wouldn’t have been able to hear the whisper. His expression softened as he ran a hand through their hair. They were always a weak spot for him.

“Alright, sugar,” he pushed them away a little bit, hand running down their face along their jaw. “Help me dress down a bit.”

Karamatsu

Karamatsu entered the estate from the garden. He made his way to the back shed, opened the door, and gently shut it as he lugged his shotgun onto the table. He carefully cleaned it, formatting a report on the hit for Osomatsu in his head as he did so. He heard a click and the squeak of the shed door’s hinges behind him, and his hand flew to the hand gun on a table nearby before he relaxed. It was just his fiancé.

“What are you doing here, my darling?” he wiped his hands off with a handkerchief before pulling them into a warm hug. They leaned into him, and Karamatsu relaxed even further as their arms wrapped around his waist.

“Please come to bed,” they whispered as they laid their head on his chest, ear over his heartbeat. Karamatsu chuckled and held their head in his hands. He leaned down and gave them a loving kiss before turning back to the shotgun on the table.

“Just let me finish this last task up, my dear. You can return to the bedroom, unless you’d like to watch.”

Choromatsu

Choromatsu slumped in his set a bit while running a hand through his hair. He’d been working all day, and the stack of paper work next to him seemed to continue to grow the more he got done. He sat up again, stretching his arms as he let a few of the joints pop. There was a soft knock on the door to his office and he settled himself in his seat again before responding.

“Come in,�� he picked up his pen again and was about to continue his work before the silhouette of his fiancé made its way into his vision. “Oh, did you need something, my dear?”

“Choromatsu,” they whispered. Their voice seemed like it would break if they spoke any louder. “Please come to bed, you’re overworking yourself again.” They made their way around his desk, hands moving to his stiff shoulders to massage all the kinks out of them. Choromatsu let out a relaxing sigh. Their presence always seemed to calm him.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes, just let me-“ he stopped as he looked up to see their brows furrowing. He could tell they were only getting more and more worried for him and he huffed another sigh out through his nose. Turning in early one night couldn’t hurt.

“Alright, I guess I could use some sleep. Thank you, dear.”

Ichimatsu

They quietly made their way down the cobblestone steps and down into the basement. The lashes of a whip against skin and the pained cries of a man echoed through the room.

“I-I promise, I don’t know anything!” the man cried out. He sounded young, probably no older than 20.

“Bullshit,” Ichimatsu brought the whip down again and the man screamed again. “Ya haven’t told me anythin’. Who sent ya on ta our territory, who had ya try ta kill Jyushi, nothin’.” He raised his hand again to give the man another lashing, but he was stopped by a gentle hold.

“That’s enough for tonight,” they whispered, though the echoing amplified the sound to be more audible.

Ichimatsu clicked his tongue. “Go back to bed, kitten. I’ll be there soon.”

They shook their head. “I’m tired of falling asleep by myself. I know you take your job seriously and you always say you know your limits, but I still worry. I want to sleep with you next to me, even if it’s just for this one night.”

The man had taken this moment of rest to crawl over to them “Please, help… me,” he reached out a hand, attempting to take a hold of their foot or ankle before Ichimatsu kicked him away.

“Don’t touch ‘em!” he barked as the man hit the wall with a rough slam. “Fine,” Ichimatsu led the two of you out of the cell, locking it behind him. “I’ll go wash up.” They smiled, following his heavy steps as he made his way up the staircase.

“Ya can go wait fer me in the bedroom - unless ya wanna come join me, kitten.”

Jyushimatsu

“Please, just give me one more day!” the restaurant owner pleaded with Jyushimatsu. The mob boss was currently towering over him, baseball bat resting on his shoulders and the ever present smile stretched across his face.

“That’s no good, though” Jyushiamtsu leaned down, face inches away from the owner’s. “Ya promised us the money today, sir.”

“I’m sorry!” the man cowered before the fifth brother, seeming to shrink under the intimidating stature. Jyushimatsu let the baseball bat fall from his shoulders, gripping it firmly in his right hand. Before he could raise it to swing, however, a soft hand placed itself on his shoulder. He turned around curiously, only to find his fiancé standing beside him.

“Ah!” his expression seemed to brighten significantly. Strange considering he was already smiling. “What’re ya doin’ here? Ya should be at home sleepin’!”

“I missed you,” they slide up between him and the restaurant owner. “Please come back home. It’s not the same without you lying in bed next to me.”

Jyushimatsu ran a hand down their jaw, thumb brushing over their cheekbone affectionately. “I’d love to, but I got-“

“Please?” they whispered, tears starting to form as they gazed up at him. Ah, that wasn’t good. Crying was the last thing he wanted them to do. He looked up at the restaurant owner who was currently still pressed up against the front counter in fear.

“Ya got lucky today, ol’ sport! Have the money by tomorrow or yer in for a surprise!”

Todomatsu

Todomatsu groaned as he made his way to Osomatsu’s office. Today’s errands had him running all around town, and he was currently about to deliver some documents to the oldest brother. Whether they were important or not was debatable, but Todomatsu decided he was better safe than sorry. As he loosened his corset a bit, he turned the corner to see his fiancé waiting patiently for him outside their bedroom door.

Smiling warmly, he gestured for them to approach him as he brought them in for a hug. “Hello, sweetheart! Hope you weren’t waiting out here too long.” They shook their head, but held onto him tightly. It seemed like they weren’t going to let go of him for a long time.

“Sweetie, could I just get these papers to Osomatsu, really quick?” he gently pet their hair as the shook their head.

“After that, Osomatsu’s gonna ask you to do another errand for him,” they replied. “You’re going to end up going to bed late again.” They weren’t wrong. He needed his beauty sleep and the late night errands weren’t helping him get rid of the dark circles underneath his eyes.

“Alright, honey, I’ll let you take care of me for tonight then.”

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themarchblessing · 6 years

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MAMA Y PAPA

SABRINA

Laughing at Teresa cursing out her husband I glanced to my right to pick up another one of Izaiah’s t-shirts. I’ve been keeping myself busy but at a slow pace so I don’t trigger any sudden nausea. So far today has been relatively smooth. The new adjustments of Corey living here make me very giddy and childish. Childish in a good way. It’s so strange that I wake up and he’s right next to me. I get the same feelings when I get into bed, drift off to sleep and then I feel him climb into bed later on. It’s a peaceful feeling I’m learning to love rather quickly.

Izaiah is extremely happy to have Corey around all the time. I mean Corey’s been around constantly ever since we moved back here. But it’s different now that we know we’re a family. The energy in the house is warm, lifelike and comfortable. Much more than it ever was with just me and my little boy. We needed Corey’s presence to warm our home.

Feeling something soft touch my cheek I slowly turned to look over my shoulder. Corey was standing there with an envelope in his right hand and a single pink rose in his left. He brushed the flower over my ear and down the side of my neck.

“I thought you were gonna busy all day. What are you up to?” I asked.

He smiled and handed me the envelope.

“What is this?” I pushed eagerly.

“Open it and see.” His smile faded just a little bit it never completely went away. I did as he said reading over the card. Even though today is his birthday and way beyond Mother’s Day I feel very special and quite surprised that he would acknowledge the holiday just for me. And at random!

“Aww bebe..” I whined softly meeting his eyes.

“Happy Mother’s Day baby.” He grinned.

“Thank you.” I mumbled. Putting Izaiah’s clothes back in the basket I turned on my side palming my belly. I scanned the card over seeing some extra writing I hadn’t noticed the first go round. I looked up at Corey again. “Where are you taking me? You do know that it’s your birthday right?” I quizzed.

Corey leant down to my level kissing my forehead gently. My nose second. And my lips last. “Don’t worry about where we’re going or that it’s my birthday. Just go get dressed and pack a bag.” He said.

“Pack a bag? What kind of bag? An overnight bag..a suitcase..what? Can you just tell me where you’re taking me?” I plead taking the rose he was handing me. I inhaled the smell of it, moaning at how good it smells. The scent of nature and flowers in particular always puts me at ease.

“Stop asking me questions woman. I’m tryna do something nice for you. Now go.” He challenged.

Rolling my eyes I shook my head and got up from the couch. I started to round up the laundry until Corey stopped me.

“Stop working and go upstairs. I’ll put this away while you pack.” He chucked. “Go on now.” He shooed me away getting started on what I was finishing.

I jogged up the stairs feeling very excited for whatever Corey has planned. Last week he took me and Zay upstate to this beautiful lake house. The cabin was so quaint and nicely renovated no one would ever guess it was made of straight logs just a few years back. It was our first family trip and oh my goodness it was so overwhelmingly emotional for me. I still get frazzled inside when I hear my baby call Corey ‘dad’.

Stopping in front of the large mirror in the hall I ran my hands over my belly on all sides. I turned to see different angles loving the way my body has been changing from this pregnancy. I can’t wait to find out what we’re having. My gut is saying that it’s a girl but another part of me is saying it’s another boy. I really don’t care what gender this little bub is. I’m just really excited to meet him or her. I can say that this pregnancy is filling me out in more places than I can count. My waist is still the same size but my pants size has gotten up by one number, my bra size has gone by one cup as well. My pre-pregnancy shape is somewhat athletic and somewhat curvy. But with this extra weight I’m a little bit on the thicker side these days. I don’t mind because I know it’s beneficial for my baby.

“Thank you for giving mommy more body little baby.” Shaking my head at how lame I am I carried on to pack a duffel bag filled with comfortable outfits. I have no clue where Corey is whisking me off to but I know for sure I want be dressed for comfort and not for cuteness. As I was rounding up clothes, shoes, panties, bras and all the bare essentials I heard Corey attempting to sneak up on me.

“Well I’ll be damned. If you ain’t the sexiest pregnant woman I’ve ever seen then I must be blind.”

“You’re crazy.” I said. I continued to pack while he made sexual advances at me stirring up a lot of laughter inside of me. An hour flew by and the next I see it we were on the expressway. The weather today is just right. It’s not too hot or humid, the sun is shining perfectly, and the breeze is wonderful.

We rode in the car for maybe a little over an hour and then Corey made a right turn. I paid close attention to my surroundings checking out everything. I saw the welcome sign to this resort that I’ve been longing to go since before I moved to Cali.

“Oh my gosh! Corey..how did you know?” I squealed. My face was practically glued to the glass as I smiled at the flowers, the greenery and the magical environment we’re now in.

“I was gonna surprise you in a different way but I decided to just let your mind wander as enough of a surprise.” The car came to a stop. Corey got out first speaking to the valet attendant then he came around to get me. I stood on the sidewalk where it was shaded as he took our bags from the trunk. The check in process was speedy. We rode on a golf cart around a portion of the resort to where we would be staying.

Corey being the over top guy that he is got us in one of the largest villas they had on the property. I warn him all the time not to splurge so much but my advice goes over his head. I try not to sound like a nag too much because I know how hard Corey has worked to become this successful. I also know that he’s probably going to spoil me until the day I die so I’ll have to adjust to this level of treatment. His kindness will never go unappreciated or unnoticed, that I will make sure of.

Using the key I pushed our door back holding it open for Corey to walk in behind me.

“Oh my gosh, Corey it’s so beautiful.” I complimented. Walking in further I gave myself a quick tour of the place feeling my jaw drop every two minutes. This room is so gorgeous I swear it looks like something out of a magazine. The massive claw tub, the gorgeous tile flooring, the king sized bed, and the flower vases spread out throughout the room. The whole setup is perfect. I can’t forget about the rose petals sprinkled all over the bed in my favorite colors.

“Wow, this place is huge.” He said from the bathroom.

I met him in the doorway of the bedroom, wrapped my arms around his torso. Laying my head on his chest I took deep, rhythmic breaths. The chills ran through me then they faded. My nausea hit me fast and settled slow as I caught my breath.

“Thank you for this. Thank you so much.” I lifted my face to lightly kiss his cheek. I backed off of him to stretch out on the bed with my ankles crossed, massaging my belly.

“Stay right there.” he said. Corey disappeared and reenters the room with a stack of wrapped boxes in tow. Sitting up with a grin on my face I allowed him to spread everything out in front of me.

“There’s more?” I smirked.

“Lori, you know there’s always more for you baby. Go ahead and open them.” He encouraged. I anxiously opened the boxes and felt like I lost the ability to breathe. Can you say Christmas in the summer? Bags I’ve always dreamt of having are now staring me in the face. I feel like I’m dreaming. Gucci this, Fendi that, and Celine there. My goodness the man spent some serious cash on me. Little old me.

Checking out the mini Celine bag that I’ve had my eye on for three years I kissed my teeth. Covering my eyes for a moment I wept quietly. How in the hell did I get so fortunate to have this man treat me this way? Is it because he's trying to make up for all of the bullshit that Ace put me through? What is it?

His soft hands on my back brought more tears to my eyes.

“Don’t cry Lori. I just wanted to make your first Mother’s Day with me perfect. You deserve this, everything I’ve ever given to you and everything I’ll give to you later. Hey, look at me.” He kissed the crown of my head repeatedly, lovingly finally turning my face upward. “From the bottom of my heart, swearing on our children’s lives that I love and enjoy taking care of you and giving you anything you could ever want and need. Putting a smile on this beautiful face of yours is what gets me through my days. Never again will you have to worry about doing without Sabrina. That’s a promise. That’s my vow to you. And it’s all because I love you.”

Not having a sweeter choice of words to top his I lifted my hands to undo his belt buckle. I never took my eyes off of him while my hands laid the groundwork. Corey freed my hair of this braid. He has his way of showing me how much he cares and appreciates me, and I have mine. Sex isn’t the only way but it’s one of my favorites and it’s easy.

This little getaway is going to be very romantic.

COREY

“Thank you so much man. Ok, have a goodnight.” Shaking the guy’s hand I double backed to my ride to see if Sabrina’s ready. Today has been a busy day for us. After Bri opened up her first set of gifts she got sleepy so we hung out in the room for a little while. She had fallen asleep and I just watched the entire time. Bri might think I’m creepy for doing so but I disagree. She looks so at peace when she’s resting. So beautiful I can’t believe my own eyes sometimes. The only thing I wanted for my birthday was to make Bri happy. That’s it.

Once Lori was well rested we had a couples massage and of course I let Bri get whatever she wanted done. After that she rode a horse for the first time. The fear of seeing her fall is what prompted me to ride with her just in case. She was having a blast getting her first experience with a horse over with. She kept chanting “another first to check off my bucket list”.

Thanking the driver I walked into our building pulling my key out. I’ve got a few more surprises up my sleeve that I can’t wait to reveal. Closing the door behind me I searched for Sabrina finding her in the bathroom. Like I expected. She was in the mirror, rubbing her legs down. When she stood up to full height I felt my eyes widen.

“Daaamn girl!” I exclaimed. Bri jumped, clutched the counter and spun around halfway to throw her hairbrush at me. Her hair being all the way blown out with not a single curl in sight covered up half of her face. I got a good laugh at watching her use both hands to throw all of her hair behind her.

“Corey! Stop doing that!” She whined.

Chuckling at how shaken up she was I checked out the rest of her dress. “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to scare you but damn you look fine as hell. That’s a new dress?” I asked.

“No. Well kind of yeah. What do you think? I look okay? My belly doesn’t make me look weird in this does it?” Sabrina rambled, spinning in a slow circle to give me a full view.

Shaking my head I approached her taking in the scent of her perfume. “Hell no. In fact this belly of yours just amplifies how sexy you look. Why have you never worn this before?”

“Well because I never knew where to wear it to. It wasn’t this tight when I bought it but this extra weight is the reason why the dress appears to fit oh so well. I’m almost done, give me two minutes and then we can go.” I stood on the sidelines watching Bri rush around to finish getting herself ready.

“Did you get your gift from Zay this morning? Before Ravyn picked him up?”

“Yes, I did. He surprised me just before she showed up. I cried because I was so in shock that he remembered which perfume bottle to get.” She blushed.

Pointing to the black bottle with a flower top I asked, “that it right there?”

Sabrina nodded. She put all her makeup and hair stuff away and walked over to me. Gathering her hair she lifted her head signaling for me to test the scent on her.

“I see why you love this nigga Marc so much. That actually smells alright. Is this a new scent or something?”

“No it’s the second one he came out with I believe. You ready?” She quizzed. Following her out of the bathroom I hit the lights while she went to get her bag.

“I’m ready, just been waiting on you princess.” My teasing earned me a scold and her squeezing my ear. She reminded me of the shit my grandma used to do when I started pissing her off.

Instead of us getting a ride to dinner I’m going to present my biggest gift to her. What I’m giving to Sabrina is a really big deal. I’ve never spent this much money on any woman before. Not even my own mom. I just hope she likes the surprise. Holding her hand as we left the room and building I instructed her to look inside the hidden pocket of her new purse. When she whipped out the key I escorted her out front.

“What is this for?” She questioned me. Pointing forward we continued to walk until we stopped a few feet short of what is her new car. A 2018 ALFA ROMEO GIULIA QUADRIFOGLIO RWD. I told Sabrina I would buy her this car when we were in high school. I’ll never forget how the conversation started. Neither of us were dating anybody so it didn’t feel weird that I made such a promise. Now here we are years later and she’s about to find out that I kept true to my word. As I always do. She thought I was fucking around which I guess paid off after all these years.

“Corey, what is this?” She asks again.

“Let me show you.” For dramatic effect I removed the cover from the car, throwing it in a nearby trash can. I met her eyes feeling the luckiest man walking. I take immense pride being able to put a smile on Sabrina’s face. I’ll tell her every hour of everyday that I will always give her the world. I will tell her everyday that she can have whatever she wants. And I will tell her everyday that she means the absolute world and then some to me.

“Ok, so this is a joke right? This your new car for the next four years? And after that you’ll get a new one.” She laughed.

“Nah..” I disagreed. “It’s your car B. You remember what I said?”

Sabrina stared off into space for a second. “You still remember that? From high school, Corey? What we were in like...the 11th grade?” She walked up to the car, around it and around it again.

“Mhm. I told you one day and today is that day. It’s already halfway paid off. Give me until Christmas and you’ll have the title in your hand.” I promised. “Come on, we gotta go or we’re gonna lose this reservation.”

As we headed off to dinner Sabrina continued to babble on about shocked she is and how grateful she is. Of course she asked why and how, the usual third degree. I gave her the run down on every detail, configuration, and customization of her new whip. She understood for the most part and that’s all that matters. A couple of the features I threw in because I wanted to. But the rest was all for her.

We arrived just in time to get our table which is somewhat outside and somewhat inside. “We can sit inside if the air is gonna bother you.” I offered her another option so she didn’t feel compelled to stick to the area I chose.

“I’ll be okay. Thank you.” I helped her sit down and as we got comfortable, got our drinks and food ordered I slid a box to her side of the table.

“Corey...again with the gifts. You’ve given me so much already today.” She mumbled.

“Like I told you there’s always more with me B. Always more. Go on, open it.” I encourage her. Watching in bliss as she took out a brand new necklace with a custom pendant. I found two name pendants for Izaiah’s name and mine, had them customized with diamonds inside of both.

“Aww I love this babe it’s so pretty. It’s the perfect size too.” She smiled, taking it out of its box and clasping it shut. “Thank you, it’s beautiful and I love it.”

“You’re welcome. I saw you looking at different chains and bracelets trying to decide which one you wanted to get his name on. At first I wasn’t going to get my name on it at all but I thought what the hell. I went with the necklace so you can wear it everyday, close to your heart.” Shrugging as it’s not a huge deal I provided Lori with my undivided attention. I’ve missed out many years on spoiling Bri for Mother’s Day, Christmas, Valentine’s Day, etc but no more. She’s going to receive the best until our final days. And I’m thrilled to be the one to do it all.

I really miss Izaiah and I wish I had brought him along but I need to focus on Bri this weekend. My goals for this getaway are to show her how special she is to me and how perfect she is all around.

#the march blessing #short story

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