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wasabito · 4 years

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➽ corruption collab masterlist — hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting and @bummie ♥️

➽ note: definitely gonna come back and edit this a bit more because threesomes are hard as fuck, no pun intended lmao happy v-day everyone!

➽ word count: 3.2k

➽ cw/tags: polyamory + body worship + threesome + praise kink + public sex + choking + handjobs/fingering + vaginal sex + squirting + established relationship

➽ pairing: akaashi x fem!reader x bokuto

💿 1. nasty — ariana grande || 2. come on — jhene aiko

With Valentine's Day fast approaching, it becomes rather apparent that love and romance are in the air. Storefronts are decorated in bubblegum pinks and reds. Flower shops promote their special bouquet arrangements at discounted prices. Even your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop has fallen prey to the spirit of cupid as they announce their new strawberry shortcake dessert and heart-shaped scones.

In lieu of staying home for the third night this week, your boyfriends escort you to dinner at an upscale restaurant in the city. They treat you to a five-course meal and a bottle of wine even pricier than the dinner itself. One would think, after three years of dating, you would no longer be caught unawares by their spontaneity. And yet, here they are, once again pulling the rug from underneath your four-inch heels.

Your gaze flickers from Akaashi's tranquil smile to Bokuto's wide grin.

Adjusting the napkin in your lap, you open your mouth to speak, then pause as the right words fail it come. Brain short-circuiting instead, you let out a confused, "Huh?!"

"We're taking you to Italy!" Bokuto repeats, about ready to hop out of his seat with excitement. He looks to Akaashi, "Three nights in Venice, right 'Kaashi?"

"Yes, we decided on Venice after you told us you'd always wanted to visit. Remember Koutarou's birthday last year?"

"But that was like months ago! Did you two honestly hold onto that drunk little confession this entire time?"

"Of course."

"Yup!!"

It's in moments like these when you are reminded of their history together, first as teammates playing volleyball, and eventually close friends. Not much longer after that, you'd met and fallen for Akaashi, then Bokuto, and thus began the relationship of today. While you find it a little ridiculous, it seems neither of them has any qualms about this trip.

After all, you are their lovely girlfriend. Why wouldn't they want to make your wishes come true?

Bokuto claps his hands, eyes sparkling. "Everything's already planned out, babe, so don't worry your pretty little head, okay?"

You can't argue with that. Reaching over, you take Bokuto's hand in your right and Akaashi's in your left. "Alright, since you two went to all this trouble for me, I guess I'll just sit back and enjoy it."

♥️

Venice is just as beautiful as you imagined.

It looks as if it's floating upon blue-green waters with lots of sunshine, beautiful architecture, and a vibrancy that makes it feel like the city has a life of its own. You are grateful you didn't come by yourself. There is no way you would've enjoyed it without Akaashi and Bokuto at your side.

"We're about a ten-minute walk from Piazza San Marco," Akaashi says as he taps his glasses. His sharp gaze is locked on the map in his hands, likely committing most landmarks and details to memory. "Would you like to check it out?"

"Yeah! Let's do it."

"Off we go, go, go!"

Thus, a majority of your first day in Venice is spent sightseeing.

The three of you take a gondola ride through Canale Grande, then have a peek into the Gallerie Dell'Accademia at Akaashi's insistence, though naturally, you wouldn't have come all the way to Italy and not visited at least one art museum. Afterward, the three of you go to the Le Mercerie shopping district and buy gifts for your friends before finally taking a pit stop for the most delicious gelato in the city.

The sunsets sooner than expected, casting the entire block in deep red hues. Bokuto's mood is greatly influenced by it, and the jetlag certainly doesn't help. He props himself against you, nuzzling you in a way that says he's itching for a kiss.

"Tired, Kou?"

Bokuto hums. "A little... More hungry than anything."

He leans in and pecks your lips with a sated smile. "Maybe I should eat you. I mean, how is it my girl's so damn cute? Not fair, I can't resist."

You snort at Bo's silliness but can't help shivering a little at the tiny implication of his words. He always did like to lay his head on your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites where he could.

So, the thought of him eating you out made you squeeze your thighs together.

Akaashi approaches with your frozen treats held between his long fingers; having overheard Bokuto earlier, he tucks his wallet back into his pocket.

"We'll get some dinner after we drop off these shopping bags. How does that sound?"

You eagerly take your gelato from him with a smile.

"Sounds like a plan."

Akaashi nods, standing at your other side, close enough to brush elbows though not as close as Bokuto, who was nearly hovering.

The three of you are in one of the narrow, maze-like streetways, basking in the warm, early evening glow. The sweet taste of fruit and cream on your tongue fills you with so much contentment, especially while being with your favorite people. You aren't sure if anything could top the way you currently felt, and the trip has just barely started.

Upon arriving at your temporary place of residence, a quaint little villa on the waterfront just along the shore of Punta Sabbioni Beach, Bokuto immediately kicks off his sandals, dumps the bags, and promptly falls asleep on the couch.

"It's so weird seeing Kou like this." You remark. "On any normal day, he's brimming with almost too much energy, but now he's all tired."

"Well, he did stay up an entire twelve hours on the plane. It was only a matter of time before fatigue caught up to him." Akaashi picks up Bokuto's shoes with practiced ease and places them by the others.

There is a fond smile running along the edges of his mouth as he tucks a throw around the man's larger frame. You help him adjust a spare pillow under Bo's head and then set off to explore the rest of the area.

It seemed like everything about Venice was taken straight out of a romance film, with its cobblestone paths, gothic cathedral architecture, crisp ocean waters, and authentic Italian cuisine. It is no wonder the city's known to draw hapless souls together in romance. Even you fell subject to it, and by each passing moment, you crave to be with your boyfriends.

You are standing at the balcony overlooking the beach, satisfied with your inspection of the villa when Akaashi comes to stand behind you. He holds onto the railings, caging you in his arms, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"He was right, you know." He murmurs. "You do look good enough to eat."

Blunt as ever. Apparently, something's never change.

Though one might say that Akaashi is as he's always been after high school and college, there is no denying his boost in confidence. After all, he had landed not one but two rather attractive partners.

He kisses your cheek, then your jaw, before latching onto your neck.

The sun's scenic view on the horizon, reflecting upon the beach sands of gold and shimmering orange waves, makes for an excellent backdrop.

You turn to face Akaashi and pull him into a heated kiss. His lips convey a sense of devotion to you, and with each press of them against yours, you can feel just how bad he's yearning for more.

"Kei," you whisper. "Let's go inside."

In a moment, Akaashi whisks you off your feet quite similar to how Bokuto would, though you both don't even make it to the bedroom.

Your other partner had sat up on the sofa, hair flat on one side, scrubbing his eyelids.

"Guys, I'm freaking starving!" Bokuto groans. "Let's get some food or something."

He doesn't even notice how you and Akaashi are breathing heavy or how your clothes are sporting wrinkles that were not previously there. Regardless, Akaashi has food delivered while you went ahead to shower the day's journey away. There are still two days left. You'd get your chance with them at some point.

♥️

Sadly, the entirety of day two is spent indoors. Heavy sheets of rain continue to fall, muddying the shoreline. The three of you huddle on the sofa wrapped in blankets with subtitled movies playing in the background.

Even though you would've much rather been out exploring in the city, just sharing in your boyfriend's warmth would suffice for now. Akaashi hands you a steaming cup of something rich in both color and smell.

"What's this?"

"Just espresso." He takes the empty seat beside you.

You savor the taste while leaning against his shoulder. "Mm, nice."

Bokuto keeps his head on your lap, loving how you thread your fingers into his hair.

It is a tranquil kind of peace that soon lulls you to sleep.

Later, when you finally wake up, it's dark, and you're alone. A blanket had been tucked around your shoulders to shield you from the sudden chill. At some point, the television had been shut off along with every light in the room. You might've been a little scared if not for the voices coming from the second floor. Slowly, you creep up the winding staircase, dragging along the blanket around your shoulders.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto chuckles. "You're finally up!"

His hair is down, wet from his shower, and he holds a thin towel together around his waist. In his hand is a cellphone, and he doesn't hesitate to shove the screen into your face. "Say hi, Tetsu!"

"Hi Y/N, how's it going?"

You blink slowly, still trying to wake yourself up.

"Kuroo, hey… I'm well. How are you?"

"Great, just about to head out for a late lunch. I hear it's almost ten pm over there."

"Yeah, it's an eight-hour time difference."

You and Kuroo continue to chat while Bokuto towels off his hair and puts on clothes. Afterward, you let Bokuto resume his conversation and join Akaashi on the bed. The man had gone full editor-mode with his glasses propped up in his hair as he read through some work documents.

When you approach, he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. "You look well-rested."

"Is that your way of telling me I have drool on my cheek, Keiji?"

He cracks a tiny smile, eyes taking in your features, then he pokes your cheek with his index finger. "Perhaps."

You scrub the corners of your mouth with your sleeve and drape yourself over Akaashi, work be damned. This was supposed to be a special weekend for relaxing.

"I really wanted to go to the beach today." You pout.

Akaashi interlocks his fingers with yours. "Maybe we still can. It stopped raining a few hours ago."

"Really?!"

You hop off the bed and head for the window. He's right, the rain had long stopped, and the beach lay bare, lit by only the moonlight.

Maybe a short walk to the beach would do you some good.

♥️

The grains of sand feel cold against your feet without the sun to beat down on them, but you don't complain. The air is humid enough on its own that you forgo wearing actual clothes and instead wear a swimsuit along with Bokuto's old Fukurōdani windbreaker.

You walk along the shore, toes digging into the sand, letting the ocean waves lap at your feet to wash them clean again.

At first, it's so eerily quiet without a soul around except you, but even that doesn't last long. You hear Bokuto's voice bellow into the night as he jogs towards you in nothing but swim trunks. Behind him, Akaashi trails slowly after with a blanket in hand.

"We thought you might want some company." He says and spreads the cover on the sand several feet away from the water, content with just watching.

Bokuto grabs your hand and you go running to the water with him, but a second later, you both come sprinting back.

"It's freezing!"

"S-So co-co-cold!"

You collapse on top of him, fingers splayed across his bare chest. However, when you try to sit up, Bokuto has other plans. He keeps you pressed to his chest with both arms around your waist.

"Let me keep you warm, baby!"

You know he meant it in the most innocent way, but you can't help but think other thoughts. Your nerves fray at the image that blooms in your head and spreads like wildfire.

And as Akaashi strokes your back, you know he's probably read your mind.

It's the way your eyes seem to glitter with want that gives it away. Akaashi has always been rather observant, and so your silent cues are something he's always been privy to.

His nimble fingers curve around the nape of your neck, and he tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss. This one is unlike the one from yesterday. There is no rush, no desire to quicken his haste; instead, he savors the taste of you like it's something to be thoroughly enjoyed.

Underneath you, Bokuto stirs, growing aroused at the sight of his two lovers' kiss. He can't decide whether he wants to join in or sit back and watch. But his large hand comes down to stroke your ass, resulting in a moan you breathe directly into Akaashi's mouth.

"You're not usually so forthcoming, Keiji," you whisper against his lips. "Eager, are we?"

Akaashi pulls away just enough to pepper your face in feathery kisses. "Can you blame me? When I have such a lovely girlfriend here."

As if confirming his words, he slips a hand under your jacket and cups your breast. The pads of his thumb brush along the seams of your bathing suit, caressing your nipple.

"Kou, let's show Y/N just how much we love her, yes?"

Bokuto didn't need to be told twice. He had been in entranced by you and Akaashi, completely taken by the way your lips danced upon one another. But now, he wanted more than anything to touch you, kiss you, hold you.

Bokuto cradles you in his lap, propping your legs open with his knees so Akaashi can kneel in front of you. It didn't take much for him to relieve you of your clothing, namely your swimming bottoms. But the second the air hits your bare cunt, you feel tense.

You aren't sure what it was, but the atmosphere is different. Both Akaashi and Bokuto are so focused on you, it feels like you're under a spotlight.

"You're so pretty, so beautiful," Bokuto says while squeezing your thighs. His warm breath tickles your ear as he presses his nose into your neck. Next, his lips follow suit. "Wanna fuck you, so bad baby. You'd like that, right?"

His words earn him a chuckle from Akaashi, who merely licks two of his fingers, wetting them and sliding into you. Your mouth parts, shaky breaths barely expelled from your lungs. You're hyper-aware of the fact that you're literally being fingered on a beach in the middle of the night, and you can't bring yourself to care. It feels good to be pampered by the two men you love.

For every moan, Akaashi gives you double for your efforts, thrusting his fingers just right, curving them in such a way that has your back arching off Bokuto, who has also taken to fondling your nipples. With every roll of his hips, you feel his cock against your ass, and it pushes you further into Akaashi's fingers.

Your impending orgasm sweeps by so close and yet so far away. All you can do is rock yourself faster.

"Please," you whimper. "W-Wanna come."

Akaashi crooks his fingers, pressing into the perfect spot that sends you hurtling over the edge. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching in intervals you have no control over until his hand is coated with your wet, slick juices that keep coming the more you squirt all over him.

"She's so wet 'Kaashi. Look at our pretty girl."

Akaashi places a chaste kiss on your forehead with a smile.

"She's doing well, so far. Let's see if she can keep going."

Bokuto shimmies his shorts off enough to free his hard cock. He had been uncharacteristically patient until now, but that was soon to change as he lines himself up with your cunt, teasing you with just the tip.

Your whining is unintelligible, but both men understand you more or less.

"Give the pretty girl what she wants," Akaashi says. He strokes his own hard-on at the sight of Bokuto's pushing past your wet folds. "I know she can take more than that."

Bokuto has always been girthy, and it takes you more than a few seconds to adjust to his size, but when you finally do, it feels like heaven.

The position you're in gives Bokuto all the power to thrust into you like a ragdoll. But it's only when you make eye contact with Akaashi that you realize that it's, in fact, the other way around for him in particular. From where he sits, stroking his cock with flushed cheeks and choked moans, you see just how much control you have over him.

"Kiss me." You moan.

Akaashi doesn't let you repeat yourself. He kisses you long and hard even as you grip his throat with one hand and his hair with the other. He kisses you until his lips are red and bruised.

"Good boy. Both of y-you."

Bokuto groans loudly. "Say it again. Keep saying it!"

"Y-You're both so good. I-" your hips stutter against Akaashi's fingers that are rubbing circles into your clit. "Good, so good-"

That's all it takes to take Bokuto over the edge, blowing his load. "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

You can feel another orgasm swelling up inside your belly. You try to tell them but can't, too overcome by the feeling of your body tingling with desire. It's too much, overwhelmingly so; your vision blurs with unshed tears as Bokuto continues to pound into sopping pussy. Pleasure floods every fiber of your being until you're limp and every nerve in your body is set alight.

Bokuto slips out of you easily, a string of his semen following.

You can only look on in a drowsy haze as Bokuto leans over and kisses you and then Akaashi, working him over with a tight fist.

♥️

The following morning, you’re the first to wake, but only because there’s a limb jammed into your back and a heavy weight on your chest. It takes you a moment to realize, but it’s Bokuto’s elbow poking you and Akaashi’s head resting on you.

All three of you are a tangle of limbs in bed, but you aren’t sure how you’d gotten there.

“G’mornin’” Bokuto breathes. His lips caress the column of your neck.

“Morning.”

You shift into a more comfortable position. Though doing so presses Akaashi’s morning wood against your thigh.

“Keiji, you awake yet?”

“Mmm barely.” Akaashi looks up at you through his lashes, then smiles and nuzzles closer into your chest.

Bokuto, content with being your big spoon, reaches over to touch Akaashi, hands cupping his cheek. “It’s Valentine’s Day!”

“That’s true, should we do something special.”

Thinking about the previous night, you feel desire stirring in your gut. “Could we just... do it again?”

Both men look to each other then back at you, sporting matching smiles.

“Why not?”

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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{+18} – Sweet Tease ~ Marco x S/O – Requested

Modern AU. Female S/O. No physical descriptions. Everybody is 18+. No spoilers.

TW: NSFW, teasing, public sex.

Word count: 2.4K

A/N: Thank you so much for asking for this request! It’s the first time I write for Marco and I loved the idea! I hope you like it ♥

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31416047

Anon requested for:

A busy afternoon in your life, you grab your phone and text your boyfriend, Marco.

14:54. You > Oi babe, are you busy today?. 15.30. Dr.M > Hey darling, I’m having a big surgery in about an hour, I don’t know much is going to take, but whenever I’m out I’ll txt you. Love you!.

Again, your partner, one of the best doctors in town is busy. You don’t blame him, but you haven’t seen him in almost a week, and besides your heart, your skin misses him more than anything. You’ve been dreaming about getting railed by him for the last two days, you know you need him.

“I should get back to work”, you say to yourself, trying to forget how needy for him you are. And the afternoon passes, and there is no text from Marco.

Your coworkers invite you for some drinks after work and you just accept, because deep down you know you aren’t going to meet with your boyfriend tonight either.

After some beers, a notification pops up on your phone screen. “It’s him”, you tell your friend showing her the phone. “I have an idea, don’t just go straight to the point…”, she says to you. “What do you mean?”, you ask confused. “Well, you should tease him little by little, until he gets so needy for you that he has no other choice than leaving everything aside, and fuck you”, she says with an evil grin. You both laugh out loud and enjoy the rest of the evening.

While walking home, what your friend has told you at the bar, begins to replay in your brain. “She might be right, I should make him want me…”, you think while opening the door.

Once inside, you text Marco back just to tell him you got home safe, but he doesn’t answer. He is probably asleep

already. You pass out on your bed thinking the best ways to tease him… photos?, texts?, visiting him?... you set up a plan that wish it works.

06:30 Dr.M > Morning baby. I’m sorry about yesterday. We’ve been very busy lately. I promise I’ll compensate for it.

07:45 You > Good morning, it’s ok. You know… I dreamt about you, about us.

07:48 Dr.M > What did you dream of?

07:49 You > Something I wish I could be doing to you, now... But right now, I’m a little late for work. I’ll text you later. Love you. Mwah.

07:51 Dr.M > I wonder what it is… have a nice day at work. Love u.

You are determined to slowly rise up the heat, from day to night, but subtly. “That will do”, you think, and let your phone aside, sure that letting Marco on read could make a difference.

Your day at work got super busy, so you barely had time to grab your phone. You wonder sometimes about your beloved, but your attention is instantly drawn to your tasks. At lunch you have a little more time and take your phone, Marco has sent you a text asking if you have already eaten. This is a good chance for you to tease him, so you decide to follow the next stage of your plan. Today, you’ve chosen to wear a pencil skirt that allows the skin of your thighs to show, so you take a photo of your lunch over your legs. You were just commenting about the food, but there is no way he wouldn’t get to see one of his favourite parts of your body.

07:51 Dr.M > Yummy! Enjoy your meal, babe. By the way, love that skirt.

“Good, he noticed the skirt”, you think to yourself while eating the little sandwich and think about what’s next.

The working day is coming to an end, and you get a phone call from your boyfriend. He tells you that this weekend the hospital would have a charity banquet, and if you want to come with him. Of course, you accept immediately, not only because you want to be with him, but also because you just love parties.

After leaving work, you head directly to a dress shop, and as you try the perfect one for the party, you know this is an opportunity for teasing him you won’t let pass. You pick the sexiest red dress in the store, and head to the dresser.

The dress shows your back perfectly until the start of your bottom. Little straps hold a cowl neckline and it also has a deep slit on the left side of the skirt, so you can show your leg.

Posing on the mirror of the dresser, showing your back, and leg you snap a picture and send it to him. Luckily he answers right away.

18:02 You > What do you think babe? I like this dress for the banquet.

18:03 Dr.M > Damn… I love it. You look like a goddess, you know?.

You couldn’t be happier about his reaction, so you buy the dress and head home.

After taking a shower, and still covered with only a towel you video call Marco. This is just another step of the plan, and somehow you just love it. He is still at the hospital, but you don’t care. You want him to wish he wasn’t there.

Your lover picks up and after realizing you were practically naked, stunned, he covers the screen with his big skilled hands. “Babe, I’m alone at my office but… are you naked?”, he says a little bit agitated. “I am, but a towel is covering me. I just miss you, wanted to see your pretty face after a hot shower”, you say pouting with a suggestive tone. “I - I miss you too, babe…”, he says while he seems to worship the image of you on his phone screen. “I wish you were here…” you confess to him while rolling your eyes back. “I wish I was there too, baby… aren’t you cold?”, he says now and you can sense how his voice becomes a little bit cracked. You recognize this is an amazing opportunity to keep up with your plan, so you say, “I am, yes. Give me a sec, I’m going to put my robe on”.

You stood up from bed, put your phone over your dresser so Marco could still see you and let your towel fall to the floor, leaving your body completely exposed to him. “Babe…” he gasps, and you just giggle.

You watch how he pushes himself far from the desk, laying his back over the chair backrest, letting you admire his torso, and of course, his crotch. A bulge is shown in his scrubs pants, and he slowly slides a hand there.

“Dr Marco, it’s an emergency, they need you in trauma”, a voice resonates in his office, and he quickly lifts his hands, covering the screen and camera from his phone. “Oh, yeah I’ll be right there”, he says, trying to hide the arousal he was experiencing.

Annoyed, but not mad at him, throw your robe on and wait for him to come back to the call. “I’m sorry babe, I’m really sorry”, he says, mortified. “It’s ok doc, we can continue later. See you tomorrow, love you”, you tell him, a little bit sad, but still showing how much you want him.

After dinner, you go to bed, replaying the memories of his sweet anatomy and how you wished you'd seen him jacking off to your body at the office. Yet, you know tomorrow is the big party, and you have better plans than just making him touch himself over the phone.

Another busy day of work passes and you are finally at home getting ready for the big event. You know how much he likes when you use that specific perfume with citric hints of orange and a little bit of pineapple, so you spray it all over you. The red dress you bought yesterday flows sexy over your skin, and you are ready to make tonight, a night of a lifetime.

Marco is waiting for you outside in his car, you make him wait just for a few minutes. He knows you will be using that dress, and he wants to see you wearing it right now, but you want him to crave for it, so you just text him with a “Give me a sec”.

When you finally open the door, you let your keys fall to the ground. In order to pick them up, you first make sure he is watching and then bend down, lifting your dress subtly from the slit of the skirt.

Acting as if nothing happened, you hop in his car, and kiss his cheek. “Hello doc, I missed you”. You see how Marco watches you from top to bottom, slightly stopping at the slit on the skirt, admiring how your thigh spreads a little once you are sitting.

After allowing Marco to enjoy for some seconds your skin, you step up, and cross your legs. A fire on his sleepy eyes ignites, and somehow you just adore to make him heat up.

But your blond hot doctor is not the only one who is getting hot in there, you certainly are too. He looks so perfect, formally dressed with a black suit. You wished he’d stop driving, and take you right there, in the middle of the street. You just don’t care. But you wait…

When you finally arrive at the charity event, everybody turns their head to admire the young successful doctor Marco and his perfect girlfriend. Some wishing they were Marco, others, you. But everybody is amazed by how powerful and pretty you both are.

You are greeted by Marco's colleagues and are invited to sit on your corresponding table. They serve you gourmet plates made by a famous chef called Vinsmoke Sanji.

A show starts, a magician makes entertaining tricks on the scenery, and everybody including Marco is enjoying the show. You suddenly had the idea of teasing your boyfriend a little bit more, so you subtly slide a hand over his lap, caressing it faintly. You notice how his muscles react instantly to the soft touch of your hand over his black trousers. He looks at you, but you don’t look back at him, you simply keep enjoying the magic show.

He then places his hand over yours, and slowly interlocks fingers. He makes your hand move up, closer to his groin. You can feel how hard he is with the side of your hand. Deep down you wished to touch him, but you want him to burn in desire, so you slowly lift your hand up, and grab your cup of red wine. He sighs soundly. “I’m going to tease until it hurts how much you want to fuck me, Marco”, you thought with an evil grin on your face.

The show is over, and an auction starts in order to raise funds for charity. Every rich person there starts to push. You just maintain quiet, you are not as rich as them, but Marco on the other hand... He places a bid for some paintings and you just wait.

The auction comes to an end, and the organizers announce that the guest can pass to the dancing saloon if they want. Of course you want, you know there is where the next stage of your plan will take place.

You grab Marco’s hand and walk to the next saloon. Lights are now down low and the music starts to play. You both start slow dancing, your bodies closer to each other, Marco’s hand placed on your back, and the other over your waist. You pass your hands on the back of his neck. You move slowly, sexy, rubbing your stomach against his, while looking up at his eyes with an inviting sight. Getting drunk on the smell of his manly perfume, you remember how much you love and desire his body.

He places a soft kiss over your lips, that you accept gratefully. Your lower stomach feels how a hard bulge is forming once again on Marco’s groin, and you just can’t take it anymore, you need him. And he needs you too. But the music stops, and now it’s time for dessert, so you both walk back to your seats.

A sweet chocolatey dessert is served. You are delighted, he is too. You grab a piece of cake and devour it from the little spoon, slowly moving it on your mouth while looking straight to his eyes. He gasps, he is suffering. It must be painful to hide, to hold back how much you want to fuck someone surrounded by your colleagues and people in general. His manhood is probably hurting from the pressure the pants are making over it. He needs you; you can see it in his eyes.

You place the silver spoon over your lips for an instance and giggle. Once you finish your cake, you stand up, pass your hand all over his back, from one shoulder to the other, and slowly bend over him to approach his ear. “I need to use the toilet…”, you say to him with an inviting tone.

As you walk to the bathroom you can feel his piercing gaze over your body, and you know he got the message.

You wait for him, and a few minutes after and a quick scan of the place to ensure nobody was watching, he grabs you by your throat and pushes inside of one of the bathroom stalls.

“I can’t take it anymore, I just need to fuck you right here, babe”, he says to you while kissing your neck desperately, pushing your back against the cold marble walls of the toilet.

None of you can wait, no place for foreplay, you want him to penetrate you right now. He slides his hand under your dress by the slit of the skirt discovering you are not wearing any panties. That only makes him even more aroused. He unbuckles his belt, and lets his pants fall to the floor, revealing his big erect member.

You bite your lower lip, grinning. Marco lifts his white shirt, so you can admire his well-defined abs and the tattoo that garnishes his chest with that blue ink. Next you know is him lifting your leg, and penetrating you with a hard thrust, deep inside you. An intense pounding that sends you to heaven, both of your heartbeat accelerating, losing control of your breathing.

You two finally reach climax, and let him impregnate you with all of his warm juices. He groans, “Oh baby girl, you don’t how much I needed you, one of these days you are going to kill me”.

And you smile, because you know that your plan was a success… ♥

#marco the phoenix #marco one piece #marco x you #marco x reader #marco the pineapple #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece x oc #one piece x marco

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hwy-unicorn · 4 years

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Shelter in the Storm

Summary: Alex tried to think back to a time that Norma had shared this much with him before, but came up empty. Norma must’ve realized it as well, eyes meeting his, a flicker of regret in her gaze. He reached out to her before he could stop himself, his fingers brushing against hers, before he turned his palm upwards, intertwining their fingers. She glanced down at their hands, entwined together, his thumb just barely brushing over her knuckles, so gentle that she almost didn’t feel it. She did feel it though, because how could she not have felt one of the kindest touches another man had ever graced her with?

Norma is scared of a storm and Alex provides her with much needed comfort

Note: Hi there! This story takes place shortly after the pair of them are married, before they actually get together! Please let me know what you think!!

Storms are heavy. Cumulus clouds can weigh up to nearly a million pounds, the weight fluctuating depending on the amount of water it’s holding. No one ever really thinks about it, considering rain falls in tiny droplets and not all at once. Norma thinks that more people would consider rain a danger if the water fell in a heavy flood, but it doesn’t and most people are reasonable enough to know that it probably never will. Norma, however, has never been a reasonable woman, and the rain crushing her to death was just one of her many worries when it came to stormy nights. She could usually find solace by climbing into bed with Norman, sure that he could protect her from any weight of water that may fall.

But Norman wasn’t here, and Norma was alone. Well, not completely, as Alex was just down the hall, but it wasn’t like she could go to him for comfort. Sure, they were married now, but it’s not like it was real, perhaps on paper maybe, but not in any other way. There were lines that shouldn’t be crossed no matter how scared she was, so she’d just have to push through her fears.

Lightning lit up her room again, and she childishly threw the blankets over her head, and plugged her ears. She was hoping to block out the sound of thunder that would soon follow, but it didn’t do much as the house shook with the sound. Norma sighed, climbing out of bed and making her way downstairs. It became quite clear that sleep wouldn’t visit her tonight, so she decided to make herself some tea and attempt to relax a little.

Easier said than done when your entire house feels like it could fall apart.

As her tea heated on the stove, she plopped down into the small nook by the window, peering out as the rain fell relentlessly against it. She couldn’t see the pit from all this way, but she was sure it was flooded by now and the thought stressed her out more than the sight of her drowned flowers right outside. Why did she think running a motel would be easy?

After her tea was poured, she settled back into the nook, legs curled up and a wool knitted blanket wrapped snugly around her.

“Can’t sleep Mrs. Romero?” The scorching tea sloshed out the side of her cup and down her arm as she flinched from Alex’s sudden voice.

“Sorry!” he laughed, grabbing some paper towels and wiping her arm. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Well you did!”

She snatched the paper towels from him, rubbing uselessly at her newly stained pajama shirt, a pout forming on her lips as she realized the stain probably wouldn’t come out. Alex rolled his eyes fondly, unable to hide his smile as she shoved the paper towels back into his hand angrily. Before he could walk away, a sudden burst of thunder had Norma dropping her cup, the last bit of tea spilling and soaking her pajamas and blanket in the process. He couldn’t help the surprised burst of laughter that escaped him and she whipped her head around to glare haughtily at him.

“I’m glad this is so funny to you!” she snapped, throwing the blanket off of her and standing to clean the mess. She looked entirely ridiculous, and entirely too adorable, as she stomped around the kitchen in her soaked pajamas and fuzzy little socks, huffing and puffing the entire time. Alex caught her by the arm as she stormed past him to clean up more, taking them gently from her hand.

“I’ll clean this up,” he reassured, his tone patient. Her eyes softened just a little, tenseness escaping her. “You go change. I’ll make some more tea too.”

She sighed, glancing nervously towards the stairs, before casting her gaze back up to his kind eyes. It’s not that Norma didn’t appreciate his offer, but to go upstairs, in the dark, alone, on a stormy night? It sounded entirely too much for her. He could sense her reluctance, and had already put the pieces together in his head. She probably would never admit it- Norma was never one to admit to anything after all- but she was scared of the storm. Alex found it almost funny; that this vociferous force of a woman was scared of something as harmless as a thunderstorm.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

She gave him a pointed look, as if he was being absurd about his assumption. “Why would you do that?”

Her mood swings gave him whiplash. Her defensiveness was always lurking under the surface, showing itself in the most erratic of moments, even towards his kind offer of comfort. “Well,” he shrugged. “I mean no offense but you look terrified.”

She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest and giving him another harsh glare. “I am not terrified.”

He knew it to be best to not get caught up in such petty little squabbles, so he shrugged. “Okay then. Go change.”

He didn’t think she could do it, and she knew it, the smug smile on his face telling her that this was indeed a challenge.

“Fine. I will,” she stormed off towards the stairs, and for a moment, Alex thought he had lost whatever little argument this was, until she stopped at the bottom step. Norma gripped the railing, puffing out a nervous breath, before glancing helplessly back at her ever so smug husband.

“Would you like me to come with you?” he offered again, his complacent attitude disappearing at the moping look on her face.

She wrung her hands together nervously, before nodding, offering an apologetic smile and half shrug.

“Alright, let’s go Mrs. Sheriff,” he placed a hand on the small of her back, giving her a gentle shove up the stairs.

Any nervousness she had earlier had vanished, her entire being comforted simply by his kind voice and compassionate touch that he offered. She had always felt safe with Alex, perhaps not at first, but there had been a shift somewhere in their relationship, although it was unclear where. At some point though, the tension she had once felt while talking to him had dissipated, replaced with a more excitable, yet serene feeling. And at some point, the displeased look that she had once seen in his eyes was gone, instead a calm, almost content gaze taking its place. So many things had changed since that moment they met on her motel porch, things that she wished could have been different, but things that had led them up to this point. The pair of them, husband and wife. Alex kissing her not once, but twice the day of their wedding, gently leading her up the stairs hours after, in the dark after she had gotten too drunk to walk herself, and again tonight but for a different reason.

He waited patiently outside the door as she changed, throwing her stained clothes into a nearby hamper and rustling through drawers to find something just as warm. The winter in White Pine Bay wasn’t terrible, but it was still cold, and the heater in this old house was a finicky thing. Her satin slips and silk robes wouldn’t do it for tonight, though she didn’t own much else. She settled on a longer nightgown that fell just below her knees; the sleeves long enough to keep her arms warm, and since she still had her socks it actually wasn’t too chilly. As Norma was pulling the nightgown over her head, the lights around her suddenly flickered, before fizzling out completely, thunder rumbling low in the distance.

Panic rose in her chest and she stumbled towards the door. “Alex?” she threw the door open, crashing straight into him.

“I’m right here, you okay?” he asked, holding her arms to steady her.

She nodded, eyes darting around the darkened hallway. “What happened?”

“Just a power outage,” he shrugged, moving towards the stairs. “We can grab some candles or flashlights or-” she grabbed onto the sleeve of his shirt. “or something.”

“O-Okay. Okay, um,” she walked closely behind him, fingers tightening onto his sleeve. “They’re in the basement- just be careful on the steps!”

They moved down the stairs at a snail’s pace, Norma clinging onto him and refusing to let go the entire way down. She would’ve been more embarrassed if it wasn’t for her fear of the storm and the unlit house clouding her thoughts.

“You don’t own a single flashlight?” Alex asked, somewhat teasingly, as he rummaged through the boxes in her basement.

“There should be one down here somewhere,” had she left it in the pit? “I found the candles though.”

“I think that should be good enough,” Alex sighed. “I’m buying you a flashlight though. You need to have one, you know.”

She rolled her eyes. “I have one somewhere.”

He huffed a laugh, shooting her a look as he put another box back onto one of the metal shelves. “Yeah well, you kinda need to know where it is,” he peeked inside the little basket that rested next to her toolbag. “You know, in case-” he froze.

“What? What is it?”

He wasn’t sure what it was, but the sight of Norma’s small handgun in the basket next to a pair of scissors made his blood run cold as he thought of all the possibilities that could’ve put those objects in there together. The only scenario that made the most sense was the one of that night that Norma had left him that horrifying voice message. Was she the one with the gun or the scissors? Alex knew either way that if it came down to it, Norma wouldn’t use either against her son, and the thought that he could’ve found her dead terrified him.

He held up the gun. “Why do you have this?” Panicked, Norma made a move to grab it, but he held it just out of her reach, eyebrows raising. “What is this doing here Norma?”

“I must’ve misplaced it, that was a mistake,” she reached for it again, though he wouldn’t let her take it. “Alex give it to me.”

He stared at her a moment longer, hoping for the truth to just spill out. “Did Norman have this?” she opened her mouth to no doubt defend her son, but he held up a hand, stopping her. “Norma, don’t lie to me. Did Norman have this that night you called me?”

She looked up at him, tears lining her blue doe eyes as her lip quivered. “He wouldn’t have hurt me,” she said definitively. “Okay? So just- just give me the gun and I’ll put it away.”

He had a certain look in his eye that she couldn’t quite place, and she wondered if it was a mistake admitting to him that Norman did in fact have her gun. And though she told Alex that Norman wouldn’t have hurt her, she wasn’t entirely sure that was true. He wasn’t himself that night, and Norma truly did fear of him turning that gun on her. She certainly couldn’t admit that to Alex though.

He decided to drop it, against his better judgement, and just hope that Norma would tell him everything at some point in time. Norman was away in Pineview, so there was no need for Alex to press this conversation any more. He handed her the gun, and she slipped it into the box with the little tea light candles.

“Let’s go light these.”

They both let the conversation go, the atmosphere returning to the easy, lightheartedness that was so rare for the pair of them. Norma sat back in the nook as Alex lit the candles, placing them strategically around the kitchen to provide some sort of light.

“There,” he set the last candle in the middle of the dining room table. “Good enough?”

“Yeah, it’s perfect,” she smiled. “Thank you by the way,” her voice was quiet, almost shy. “You didn’t have to help me.”

Alex only shrugged. “I didn’t want you to be scared.”

Norma flushed, butterflies erupting in her tummy at his sentiment. Alex Romero could be a truly sweet man when he wanted to be, and Norma wondered how many others saw this side of him. Had he ever had a girlfriend while she was here? Not any that she could remember, unless he was very good at hiding her. Then again, if he did, he’d probably live with her after his house burned down, and not at Norma’s motel for three months. He’d also probably call his girlfriend when he was drunk at that bar, instead of Norma. So no, he probably hadn’t had a girlfriend in quite a while, which seemed like quite a shame, considering he was a truly good man. Not that Norma liked him like that, not at all.

Lightning lit up the room, providing more light than the candles could, before it faded, thunder echoing immediately after, and that familiar anxiety that Norma felt earlier was back. Alex glanced back at her from the stove, eyes raking over her shaking form and comically wide eyes. He poured both of them tea, and made his way over, handing her a cup as he peered out the window.

“It doesn’t look too bad out there,” he said, in what he hoped was a reassuring way.

“Are you kidding?” Norma sighed. “Look at it, it’s practically a flood!”

He spared another glance down at her, sighing. He was moving before he could give his decision another thought, nudging her legs with his hand. “Alright, move over.”

“What are-”

“Just move,” he huffed, and she quickly rearranged her stretched out legs, curling them back up to her chest, moving the blanket to make room.

They didn’t both fit very well, but he managed to squeeze his way into the small nook across from her. Norma couldn’t help but blush just a little as their bare legs made contact under the blanket, but there wasn’t room for him to move so she didn’t comment. She fiddled nervously with her cup, watching as he settled in and sipped at his tea. Maybe this wasn’t too bad. It was silent for a while, neither really knowing what to say to one another. They never got many moments of tranquility in each other’s presence, so it was safe to say that this silence was just a little awkward.

Alex finally spoke up. “Why are you so scared of storms?”

It sounded accusing, and he gave her an almost guilty smile, letting her know he hadn’t meant it like that. Norma didn’t notice his tone though, shrugging in reply. “I don’t know. They’re… loud.”

“You’re loud,” he countered playfully, and she rolled her eyes, unable to hide the small quirk of a smile.

“Yeah, well,” she shrugged. “The lightning could strike the house.”

He snorted. “Norma, come on. The chances of that happening are like- like one in a billion-”

“One in two hundred, actually,” she replied, refusing to look at him. She felt like a child all of the sudden, being scolded for her silly fears, though she knew Alex wasn’t really scolding her. “I know it’s silly but-”

“I’m not saying it’s silly Norma. I-I just don’t think you have much to worry about.”

It grew silent again, and Alex got the feeling that he said something very wrong. He knew he had to tread carefully with Norma, but he always seemed to say the wrong thing, either leading to a blow-up or the silent treatment. It seemed to be the latter this time.

Alex opened his mouth to apologize, but Norma was speaking before he could. “I just... have always been alone,” it almost sounded like she was about to cry. “No one’s ever comforted me, or-or protected me, besides Norman of course, but not when I was a little girl. Not when I needed it the most,” this was about more than the storm, and they both knew it.

Alex tried to think back to a time that Norma had shared this much with him before, but came up empty. Norma must’ve realized it as well, eyes meeting his, a flicker of regret in her gaze. He reached out to her before he could stop himself, his fingers brushing against hers, before he turned his palm upwards, intertwining their fingers. She glanced down at their hands, entwined together, his thumb just barely brushing over her knuckles, so gentle that she almost didn’t feel it. She did feel it though, because how could she not have felt one of the kindest touches another man had ever graced her with?

“I’m sorry,” he spoke quietly. Their eyes met, blue to brown, an unknown feeling held between the gaze. “I… I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you Norma.”

She had a feeling that he was talking about more than the storm, but the sentiment was just the same. Norma blinked back her tears, and turned to look out the window once more, her fingers tightening her grip on him just momentarily, before their eyes locked again. There was a brief flicker of uncertainty in her eyes as she watched him, but then it was gone as if it was never there in the first place, and she was moving before she could change her mind.

She let his hand go, sliding across the small space in the nook resting her body against his in some sort of awkward hug. Alex didn’t mind it though, his hand resting on her back and pulling her just a bit closer, so she was almost on his lap, her head resting in the crook of his neck. Norma breathed out a sigh, the tension leaving her body. Why did this feel so… right, as if her body was made to be with his?

“Am I keeping you up?” Norma asked quietly, her warm breath feeling a little too nice against his neck.

“No. No, I- I start late tomorrow anyways.”

He hesitated, before his fingers came up to stroke her blonde curls, afraid to overstep any boundaries. She didn’t mind though, she was actually pleasantly surprised at how comfortable she felt in his arms. It was almost like she was protected from any and everything that could hurt her, sheltered simply by his touch.

“You’ve always protected me,” she spoke so quietly that Alex wouldn’t be able to hear it if she wasn’t pressed so close against him. “And I… I don’t always say it but I do appreciate it.”

“I know… Norma. I know.”

Norma was unsure about it at first, living together that is, but perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad. If this is what living together entailed, then she could get used to it. She could get used to more, if she was being quite honest, but this? This was fine for now. Excellent actually.

#normero fic #norma bates #alex romero #normero #my fic #bates motel

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piofiore-imagines · 4 years

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Naked Proposal [Gilbert Redford x Reader] SFW

Word Count: 2800+ Genre: Fluff (like.. really fluffy) Pairing: Gilbert Redford x Reader Rating: slight, very very slight sexual situations while being naked and a bit of touching, but it’s nothing Notes: Please bear with my grammar and stuff. English is not my native language and this is merely translated from my wording of my native language, so some sentences may sound.. a bit weird. I apologize! (This is a pairing with Gilbert, but you could say it is in the timeline of Dante’s best ending, because of the Lao-Shu being gone)

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It was another sunny day in Creta. The hottest day of the year, Gilbert and I still enjoyed our daily stroll through this lively district. No matter where we went, Gilbert was always greeted warmly by the people and almost every civilian was allowed to call him Gil. Gilbert loved to show other people, expecially lonely men who try to woo any woman they see, that I belonged to him. He always put his arm around my waist and occasionally hugged me as the men greeted him. As soon as their eyes fell on me and how protectively my dear boyfriend had pulled me to him, they didn't even try to hit on me. Our walk took us past Nina's shop, where we always made a short stop and talked a little with the her. And like always, Nina asked when we are going to bring our relationship to the final stage - i.e. marriage.

Gilbert always found a suitable answer, such as that we still had a lot of time and should not rush things. And that we already lived together anyway and didn't need a wedding to show everyone how much we love each other.

I largely agreed with his reasoning, but frankly ... I wanted to get married at some point ... Gilbert, on the other hand, seemed to want to remain to be a free spirit. Maybe he just wanted to leave all options open in case he wanted something better than- "[Y/n] ..?"

Gilbert's slightly worried exclamation got me out of my thoughts and I looked at him questioningly. "Uh .. yeah?" I asked, seeing that his face was a little alarming. “You are so quiet today and you seem like you are not there mentally. Is everything all right? ”He asked, giving my hip an affected squeeze with his hand as he pulled me close and gave my forehead a loving kiss. "I'm sorry. I have to get used to the fact that, after the whole thing and the problems that the Lao Shu have caused, peace has finally returned and it has become so quiet. I guess my head is still busy processing everything. ", I explained to him and hoped that he would believe me. Apparently he did, because his gaze softened. "I understand. You don't have to worry anymore. Everything has become calm. Even Roberto doesn't cause us any more trouble. ", He assured me and put a strand of hair from my face gently. "Hey .. It's pretty hot today, should we head to our favorite ice cream parlor on the slope, from where you can see the beach?" He asked and I smiled at him. His attitude has helped me often to forget negative thoughts and so I nodded at his suggestion. "Sure! But is it okay if you just take a day off today? Oliver will surely be mad when we come back. ", I sighed. Gilbert wasn't unreliable and usually he was more than aware of his position as mafia boss, but sometimes his spontaneity got in the way and he'd just kidnapped me out of here and left everything behind, including his duties. “I've already considered that and settled it. I left him a message that we are with the Falzone and that I have a few things to discuss with Dante, how we want to regulate the division of the city, since the Lao Shu are no longer there. And we will probably need a few days and therefore even spend the night at the Falzone mansion. So that means we have time. ", He winked at me with a slightly childish smile and I slapped my hand over my forehead. “And you think he'll buy that from you? Come on. Even though it's true that the Visconti and the Falzone are now allied, it sounds totally unrealistic that the Falzone Boss lets the Visconti Boss stay the night in his mansion. ”I said and just shook my head slightly. Gilbert laughed softly and shrugged. “It's Dante. He only looks so cool and unapproachable on the outside. But actually he's a softie. Is it true or am I right? ”He asked me and I laughed softly. What he was talking about could not be denied. "And besides, I have you with me too. You're the convincing argument that he would let us stay the night, ”he added, winking at me. "Gil ... It's still not okay to lie to your men like that .." "I know .. But .. Hey, we haven't had so much time for each other in a long time and .. I just miss being alone with you. Is that bad? ”His question made my heart melt again. We'd been together for so long and his words still had such a big impact on me. "Of course not .." I said softly and snuggled against his strong chest as we walked to the ice cream parlor. Gilbert smiled and stroked my back as he slowed down a little so that we could continue walking in this intimate position.

When we arrived at the ice cream parlor, we ordered our usual flavors: [favorite flavour] for me and coffee for Gilbert. And as usual, every now and then we bit off each other's ice cream while our arms were hooked. The people, who watched us, always had smiling faces and some even whistled at us. “People still stare at us like that. They should have been used to seeing us so closely by now. ”Gilbert smiled and casually licked a piece of melted ice from the side of my mouth as if it were completely natural. I smiled and then closed my eyes. “Seems like they have to get used at seeing you with the same woman over and over again. Since you've always been known as a playboy, who never wanted to commit. ", I answered him and it seemed as if the topic was a sore point for Gilbert too, because he became silent when we stood at a railing that went down to the Beach looked down from above. I felt a bit guilty and wanted to apologize, but my heart sank to my boots and I stood silently next to him and looked at the sea. The rest of our ice cream melted away until we finally looked at each other. "Do you miss those times when you were still unbound and were able to flirt freely with everyone?" I suddenly asked, because of course I also noticed that Gilbert had hardly, actually not at all, flirted with the other women in Creta since we confessed at each other. Gilbert's eyes widened somewhat in surprise at this question and he tossed the cone into a nearby trash can so he could grab my shoulders with both hands. "What are you talking about? Why should I miss it? I have never been so happy as with you in my life. So .. don't think I would ever trade that for anything again. ", He spoke resolutely and in such a serious voice that I swallowed lightly. Now I felt stupid for my negative thoughts and looked slightly ashamed to the ground. "You're right. I'm sorry. “, I whispered and closed my eyes. Gilbert was silent for a moment before I felt a finger under my chin. I opened my eyes again and Gilbert lifted my head with his index finger and looked intensely into my eyes. "No need to apologize. Hey, look at me. ", He spoke softly when I tried to avert my gaze from him again. At his gentle command, I looked him in the eye again and noticed how lovingly he was looking at me. "I love you. Only you. And I'd be the biggest idiot of all time if I let you go again. Was that understandable? ”He asked me in a tone that left no room for argument. All I could do now was a slight nod and Gilbert's mouth formed a big smile. "Good," he said and his face came closer. When our lips touched, I could still taste the caffeine from his ice cream on it. Mixed with the taste of his lips, it was so tantalising that I forgot all my worries when I put my arms around him and gently kissed him back.

After our lips parted, we looked deeply into each other's eyes for a while and smiled. I put my arms around him and hugged him tightly and gently as I buried my head in his chest. "Sometimes.. I wonder how I deserved you .." I sighed softly into his skin through the open neckline and felt Gilbert laugh softly as he hugged me. "I ask myself this question with you every day," he replied a little teasingly and stroked my back. "Mmm. But if we stand in the blazing sun for longer, the heat will melt me away. ”His spontaneous change of subject came in very handy before this got out of hand. After all, we weren't alone out here. “It's really damn hot today. So hot that I could jump straight into the sea when I see it from here. ”I replied and pulled away from him. "Then ... let's go there?" He asked naturally. "What? Right now? ”I asked, slightly taken by surprise. "Sure.", He just grinned at me. “But we don't have anything with us. Neither towel nor swimwear? ”I frowned and when I saw Gilbert grin slyly. I knew EXACTLY what was he would answer.. “It's so hot that we don't need to dry off. The sun does. And .. we don't need swimwear either. We just go to an empty part of the beach behind the rocks. We are undisturbed there. And we don't need swimwear among each other, do we? ”He asked me with a mischievous grin and his hand ran along my sides in a provoking manner. I closed my eyes but then had to laugh quietly. "Your spontaneity really knows no bounds," I said with a smile when Gilbert was pulling me down to the slope to the beach when he took my hand. "I know, but that's exactly why you love me," he replied with a grin and I let myself be dragged along with a laugh. Fortunately, the negative thoughts had finally disappeared and I was sure: I didn't need a wedding. I already felt like the woman who was lucky enough to stay at his side forever.

And that was enough for me. We found an isolated spot on the coast. It was well hidden by rocks so that no one could watch us from above. After we had made sure that there really wasn't a soul around, we began to undress. It was an act we were already more than used to, so I felt no shame as I undressed in front of him. We put our clothes far enough away so that they didn't get wet from the current and I took my first steps into the icy water. "Waaah .. This is colder than I thought." I shook myself and stopped. Suddenly Gilbert grabbed me from behind and threw me over his shoulder. "Aaah? Gil? Let me down immediately! ”I ordered him and gently slapped him on the back as he laughed and ran into the water. "The best way to get used to the water is to jump full pipe into it's coldness ~" he sang, and I suspected what this would lead to. "No, don't-"

Too late.

Without warning, he threw me into the cold seawater, and I heard a dull laugh while I was under the water. After I reappeared, I gave him a pat on the back of the head and gave a slightly angry look. "Idiot." I growled softly. "I love you too." Gilbert countered amused and began to dive in front of me. He emerged a little further and floated on his back. "Ah .. that feels good.", He said and closed his eye. I swam next to him, when I got used to the cold water it was really nice and refreshing. "Oh yeah. We really need a large swimming pool in the garden of the Visconti mansion. ”I laughed. "Naw. I've made this suggestion to Oliver many times, but then there is always a long scolding, what a waste of money that would be and we are here in the Mafia and blablabla. You know that. “, Gilbert answered with a slight pout and I had to laugh quietly. Gilbert could just be so incredibly cute. "Yes, I know that very well." I smirked and looked at him when he leaned forward again and held out his hand to me. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me close to his naked body and put his arms around me. My eyes almost closed on their own as I enjoyed that hug. We lingered like that for a moment before he spoke again.

"I love you," he whispered softly and nibbled my cheek. Gilbert was an old-school romantic. He told me so many times a day that he loved me and other sweet things. I loved that side of him so much. "I love you too." I replied smiling and catched his lips for a demanding kiss. Gilbert's hand grabbed my bottom under water and stroked my thigh to bend my leg around his waist. This made me feel even more of him and I pressed my body more into his through this hot kiss. The ice-cold water made our nipples perky and more sensitive than usual. “Should we go back to the shore? The water is a little too cold to stay in here longer. ", I asked and Gilbert nodded when he let go of me and we swam back to the coast. When I tried to sit down on the rock, he stopped me. "Wait," he said and took his black jacket, which he usually wore casually around his shoulders. I have NEVER seen him ever wear the jacket. It was probably just about style. He spread it out on the rock and indicated that we should sit on it. "Gil .. The jacket will get dirty.", I sighed and shook my head. "Oh, but nothing that can be cleaned though." Gilbert waved his hand and I felt sorry for the maids .. Who knows what problems they had because of his 'You can wash everything' .. After a quick glare with a raised eyebrow, I gave in and sat on the soft jacket. Gilbert did the same and sat cross-legged next to me. He pulled me close with his arm and our heads were snuggled together as we let the summer sun dry us off. There was a pleasant silence between us and I was dozing off when I heard Gilbert mumble something. "Now or never.."

His words made me look up and I blinked. "What do you mean by that?" I asked and Gilbert looked at me with slightly red cheeks as if I had caught him doing something weird. He cleared his throat to maintain his composure and then straightened up in front of me. He took my hand in both of his hands and looked at me insistently but lovingly. "All along I didn't know how to say it, but .. It's just a fact that you've enriched my life. Thanks to you I am so happy as I have never been in my life. And .. I also realized that I never want another woman by my side again. And also .. even if that sounds strange from my mouth, since I never wanted to settle down .. ", he began and my heart almost began to stop when I realized what he was getting at ..

" [Y/n] .. " he started again and one of his hands went to his pants, which lay next to us with our other things. He took out a small, red velvet box from his pocket and went down on one knee. He was completely naked, but he knelt in front of me and held my hand again. "[Y/n] .. Do you want to be my wife? Do you want to be by my side forever and lead the Visconti family into a better future with me? "

My jaw dropped down. I was completely overwhelmed. He actually proposed to me. Tears of joy began to stream down my face and I could only knock him over when I threw myself into his arms. "Yes .. Yes, of course I want! Gil .. I never thought you'd ask me .. ", I mumbled into the crook of his neck and Gilbert kissed my tears away as he hugged me tightly and took a small gold ring out of the box. It was a diamond with two small [gems that has the color of your eyes] on their side. He took my hand and put the ring on my ring finger while looking at me happily. "Thank you. You make me the happiest man on the planet. Although .. I was already the happiest one before the proposal. ", He winked teasingly and I smiled when I hugged and kissed him again. And so my life was finally complete ..

THE END Working on an extended lemon ending, lemme know if you wanna read this!

#piofiore #piofiore no banshou #piofiore: fated memories #gilbert redford

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sabraeal · 4 years

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In Plain Sight, Chapter 3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Obiyuki AU Bingo Any AU of Your Choice (Witness Protection AU)

The thing about lying is: Shirayuki is terrible at it.

“So, Claire.” There’s no way her neighbor can know it’s a fake name, there’s no way she can be stressing it, not this perfect-picture Texan housewife who probably hasn’t thought about Witness Protection since the last time she watched Witness. “What is it you do?”

Shirayuki stares dumbly, mouth dry. She has a-- a brief or whatever, sitting somewhere in her luggage since it seemed silly to just whip it out during the flight, letting everyone seated in row eight see her new identity, but she--

She has no idea who she is. Who Claire Roos is.

“Um,” she manages, scuffing the edge of her sandal on the curb. “I, ah--”

Don’t have a job yet seems like a terrible way to start a conversation, especially right in front of a dream house that is too big for one single academic and definitely cost quite a bit of cash, so thankfully she’s saved the indignity by the unmarked white van that skids straight up to where they stand.

Oh, good. Now would actually be a great time to be kidnapped. Anything to save her from this.

“Excuse me, young man,” Mrs Kino calls out stridently as a man twice the size of them struts out of the driver’s side, her mouth pulled into a disapproving frown. “This is a neighborhood with children!”

Shirayuki stares at her. So does her kidnapper, popping one of his earbuds out. “Come again?”

If anything, this only makes Mrs Kino’s countenance more forbidding. “We have children here, sir.” When he continues to stare blankly, she clarifies, impatient, “Please drive with more care!”

“Oh.” He shrugs a shoulder. “Yeah, sure, whatever. Roos?”

His gaze swings between them in question, but his slouched posture gave the impression he wasn’t all too concerned with the answer.

“Not me,” Mrs Kino says, sending her an expectant look, and--

Oh. Roos. That’s her. She’s Roos.

“That’s me. Roos!” she blurts out smoothly. “Claire Roos.”

“Okay. Great.” He slides open the side of the van, and she braces herself--

For him to drop a half dozen boxes at her feet. White boxes, with the word WALMART emblazoned on the side.

“What?” she murmurs, toes shying back. “I didn’t--”

“Have a nice day,” he says, slamming the door. “Make sure you give the delivery five stars, okay?”

“O-okay.” She stares down at the siege of low-quality home goods around her. “But I really didn’t--”

He’s already got his earbud back in, strutting around to the driver’s side and-- and she’s stuck with whatever is in these boxes. Probably pin-up girl shower curtains and whatever the doormat version of The Kiss poster is, if her handler had a hand in this.

She glances up at her house, dread squeezing her chest. He might have decorated the whole place. He might have even picked this house out for her. There might even be a galley kitchen in there.

“Well now, looks like you planned ahead!” Mrs Kino remarked, surveying her sea of boxes. “Wouldn’t have even thought to get a delivery on moving day.”

“Oh, I didn’t--” she bites down on the words-- “even remember it was coming.”

“Ain’t that just the way.” Mrs Kino shakes her head, giving a wry laugh. “Moving just gets everyone all turned around, doesn’t it? Anyway, you best get those inside. Don’t want anything to go bad right out here on the lawn, do we?”

Shirayuki just stares, wondering how cheap home goods could expire any more than they already have. “Ah...right. Of course.”

“You need help carrying these up?” her neighbor nods at the winding steps up to the door. “Might save you a trip.”

Oh gosh, the stairs. They’re nothing now, just a lovely little accent built into her yard’s natural hill, but in the winter, she’ll have to--

Her whole body jerks to a stop. She’s not in New England anymore, she’s in-- in Texas. The South. She won’t have to shovel them.

“Claire?”

She wipes the grin from her face. “Um, yes! If you don’t mind.”

Mrs Kino smiles up at her brightly. “Why, not at all. It’s the neighborly thing to do! Around here, we’re all as close as family.”

“Oh.” Her lips pulls tight against her teeth. “Just perfect.”

“That looks like all of it,” Mrs Kino pants, dropping the last box up at the door.

It takes every last ounce of willpower for Shirayuki to not just collapse on the stairs. She knew it would be warmer here-- after all, going south mean getting closer to the equator, and the equator means hot, so it made sense that the further south she went the more heat there would be, but--

Garack once had to do a timed experiment for four hours in the warm room, and sometime around hour two, when Shirayuki thought that if she dared to move she would collapse like melted ice cream held together by the magic shell of her skin, Garack announced that this was as miserable as Satan’s asscrack, and well--

This place is worse than that. By at least an order of magnitude.

Mrs Kino casts a pointed look to where she clenches the wrought-iron rail and asks, “You sure you don’t want help bringing them in?”

“Oh, no!” Shirayuki waves her hands, keys jingling against her palm. Even the sound is strange, like how room keys jangle when on vacation, hollow and far too few. “The house, it’s really--”

She doesn’t know what it’s really, because she’s never seen a single piece of it. Which is part of the problem, since presumably people look at the houses they’re going to buy, even if they’re clear across the country.

“Messy,” she settles on. That’s safe, at least. “I’ll need a few days to get it into ship-shape.”

“Oh, of course!” Kino gives her a wide smile, more earnest than she deserves. “I know just how it is. But you just holler if you need anything. Me and Harold are just a hedge away!”

“Ah, yes! Right!” She edges back toward her door, fishing for the keyhole. Holding this smile is starting to hurt. It’ll be the last thing left of her if she melts, just a pearly white set of teeth on top of a pile of vaguely Shirayuki-ish goo. “I’ll...holler.”

“Good.” Kino makes it nearly two stairs down before turning back. “Oh, I clear forgot to mention. I always have the ladies of the neighborhood by Thursday afternoon. Just a small little get-together. You’ll have to come.”

Oh no. No.

“Of course.” The reasonable part of her watches in horror as instinct takes over and her body nods. “I’d love to, Mrs Kino.”

“It’s Martha, please,” she laughs, waving her off. “I’ll have to let all the girls know you’re coming by. They’ll be pleased as punch, I can tell you.”

Shirayuki watches her walk away with a pit of dread growing in her gut. “Great. I...can’t wait.”

With a grunt, Shirayuki hauls the last box into the foyer. She’s half tempted to just crawl the last step in rather than walk. As it is, she barely stumbles over that hurdle, hauling herself up the last half foot before she collapses against the door. Its cool surface is a godsend; she slides down it with a long, loud squeak, leaving a trail of sweat behind her. She’d be horrified, if it didn’t feel so good.

The AC is blasting, and the vent hits her where she sits, cold air cooling the slick surface of her skin, turning it blissfully sticky instead.

Well, those are words she never quite thought she’d use in that order.

The sweat she’s been dripping onto the beautiful natural wood floor beneath her slows to a stop. With a sigh, she leans her head against the door, grimacing as her hair sticks to her neck. She needs a shower.

But first the boxes. Then she can think of a way to thank Mrs—Martha for her help, and next Thurday when she goes to—

Oh no. Lunch. A ladies’ lunch. What was she thinking?

She needs an adult. Ridiculously, she wonders if Agent Jiang would pick up.

No, not him. Agent Jiang-- Obi was probably the one who thought ordering home décor from Walmart was the pinnacle of adulthood. He’s the sort of man who has one kitchen towel, and it has chili peppers on it.

A sweaty palm claps to her cheek. A ladies’ lunch. Oh gosh, she’s going to have to make something.

She doesn’t even have groceries. She’ll have to-- to go out and find a store and buy them. The produce might not even be local. They might have a bad organic section. There may not even be a Whole Foods for miles. The World Food’s aisle might only have pasta in it.

Shirayuki isn’t cut out for this-- this whole moving thing. She likes knowing that the Roche Brothers on the corner buys their produce local, but that the Market Basket has the better selection of spices. Or that the Whole Foods is cheaper but the Trader Joe’s two towns over has a better freezer section. Now she doesn’t even know if there is more than one store, and she--

She breathes. In. Out. She’ll just have to live with it. One step at a time.

Step one: open up these boxes. Better to find out now what inappropriate shot glasses her handler got her to christen the kitchen.

Slipping her key between her knuckles, she slices the first box open, flipping the lid to find--

Shirayuki blinks. Tilting the box, she reads Walmart, right on the side, big star in the middle. That...can’t be right.

She peers back inside, but the contents haven’t changed: fresh produce, still leafy and green. Carrots, spinach, a couple of cheerful looking eggplants, and even a clamshell of strawberries is tucked underneath.

“Well,” she murmurs, stymied. “That’s...unexpected.”

She turns to the next box, a heavier one, and it’s packed to the top with spices. Cinnamon, coriander, garlic, oregano, basil, thyme, curry, cumin-- big bottles she would have had to buy out of the Goya section back home. And now they’re all sitting in this box from Walmart.

Settling back on her heels, Shirayuki surveys the last four boxes, just as big as the first two. One of them is cold to the touch.

She blinks. “Walmart sells groceries?”

The only answer is her echo, but that-- that’s fine, because every box she opens is packed to the gills with foodstuffs-- chicken and beef and shrimp in one; flour, sugar, a dozen other baking needs, including two bags of chocolate chips; another filled with butter and eggs and milk. By the last box, she has a fully stocked kitchen, plus or minus a few personal needs.

“Well,” she breathes, “looks like he might know his way around the kitchen after all.”

That, or he has a very helpful coworker. Either way, she has food, and a--

“Kitchen!” She peers down the hall, curious. “I need to find the kitchen.”

Hauling herself to her feet, she lifts the box of dairy and detours past the stairs, leading into--

Oh, well. That’s a surprise.

Shirayuki can admit it: Marshal Jiang has outdone himself. Or at least, whichever agent vetted this house for purchase.

The kitchen could be straight out of one of those home and garden magazines Oma liked to have laying out around the B&B: track lighting hung right over the kitchen island, granite countertops, a double oven with separate range. It’s every improvement Opa had vetoed to their own, saying it was all a pipe dream when they still had repairs to do to the bathrooms, and the roof would need to be redone in the summer--

A summer that never came. And never would, now.

Her hands tighten around the box. There’s no time to dwell, not now when she has perishables to rescue and a kitchen to organize.

Start with what you can fix, Opa would say, the content of his tool box littered around him, and forget about what you can’t.

“Right,” she murmurs, setting the box on the counter. “Dairy first.”

The entire house, once she’s showered the sweat off and is finally able to explore, is as impressive as the kitchen. The whole first floor is open concept, kitchen flowing into the living room on one side and the dining area on the other, bathroom and home office tucked down a small hallway-- and every inch of it is homey, done up on soft fabrics and warm woods, looking both lived-in and clean.

But the pièce de résistance is the master bedroom, because--

“Oh gosh.” The words are muffled through the world’s fluffiest duvet. “It’s memory foam.”

Shirayuki flips onto her back with a sigh. It’s definitely not home-- nothing could be-- but it’s something. Something she can try to make into one.

“Hot in!” someone yells, muted, and Shirayuki bolts upright, heart pounding in her chest.

“So hot in here!” they continue, a siren blaring behind the words, and she realizes-- it’s her phone. Her phone is...singing to her.

She frowns, reaching across the bed to snatch it up from the nightstand. There’s no picture on the caller ID, just the words Sugar Daddy.

She definitely does not know anyone named that.

“Hello?” she squeaks, dragging herself further onto the bed. “Who is this?”

“It’s me,” says the man on the other end, and the quick jolt in her belly identifies him better than a name could: Marshal Jiang. Obi.

Anxious butterflies beat against her rib cage. He must have some-- some reason for calling. Official reasons. Marshals don’t call their charges just to chat.

Probably. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” He sounds amused through the speaker; she can almost imagine the smug grin he has on his face. “I just wanted to check in. Make sure you’ve settled in all right. Hear any complaints.”

“Oh, right.” She rolls upright; they might be on the phone, but lounging on a bed while talking to Obi seems...weird. “I’m...good?”

He hums, amused. “No trouble?”

Besides him abandoning her to her fate on her front lawn, and her inability to lie for more than three minutes at a time?

“Well, I don’t think I said anything strange in front of my neighbor,” she says instead, stomach clenching as she rifles through her memory. “She invited me to meet the other neighbors at lunch, or, um, tea? Something like that. I’ll have to make something, I think.”

“Oh,” he murmurs. “That’s something.”

“It’s the neighborly thing to do,” she informs him. “I think I might go with cookies. That’s simple, and everyone likes cookies.”

“I know I do,” he agrees, and she has no idea why it sounds like he’s on the verge of a laugh. “But I mean: no signs of Umihebi or her people? No one lingering outside your house? No unmarked vans? You feel safe?”

“Oh!” Right, because that’s what he’s worried about: her getting shot. Or kidnapped. Or whatever it is that mob bosses do to girls like her. “Yes. I mean, no. No one hanging around. Though the Walmart van was unmarked, but-- groceries.” She lets out a laugh. “Did you know they deliver groceries?”

He’s definitely smothering a laugh. “I sure did, miss.”

Right, because he’s probably the one that ordered it. Or had a PA order it, or whatever. “I didn’t realize they had, um, food.”

“Yeah,” he hums. “It’s popular around here.”

She goggles. “For groceries?”

“Sure is.” There’s a pause, and she can just feel his shrug, even if she can’t see it. “There’s Kroger’s too, and I think a Stop and Shop a few towns over, if you look real hard, and a Wegman’s that just opened in the strip mall--”

“Do you live here?” She cringes. She could really do to sound less interested. “I mean, close by? Nearby?”

“Close enough.”

She raises a brow. That was more than a little cagey. “Close enough to know all the grocery stores.”

“Close enough for you to tell my boss I’m a very helpful handler when review time comes around.” He lets out an amused huff. “I can tell you who has the best pizza too.”

“Oh, um.” She’s half-tempted to ask, but that seems-- personal. He might like that greasy Mediterranean style, and she just-- she doesn’t need to know that about him. “Well, you can give my compliments to the person who decorated the house. It’s lovely.”

“O-oh?” He’s suddenly removed, almost shy. “You think so?”

She runs a hand along the duvet, floral and yet somehow not grandmother-y. “Very. She did a great job.”

“Right. Yes. She did.” He hesitates, clearing his throat. “Anything in particular you like? For, uh, feedback reasons. She loves to hear specifics.”

“Well, the kitchen is--” Shirayuki sighs, content-- “heaven.”

“The kitchen is the heart of the home.” He coughs. “I mean, that’s what she says. A lot.”

Shirayuki smiles. “Well, she’s right.”

“Mm,” he hums, absent. “And the couch is okay?”

“It’s the perfect softness,” she enthuses. “I don’t disappear into it, but it still hugs you, you know?”

“Good, great.” His fingers drum in the background. “That’s the hardest part.”

“Oh?”

“I mean--” he hesitates, so long she can hear him breathe-- “so she says.”

“It’s perfect.” Shirayuki settles back onto the pillows-- there’s a thousand of them, just like she likes, all different sizes and shapes, a veritable army of throw pillows like any self-respecting bedroom should have. “And I haven’t slept on it, but the bed--”

Shirayuki stops herself. He isn’t-- Obi probably isn’t the best person to be talking about beds to, not when her lips still tingle from touching his. That’s not...safe.

“It’s fine,” she finishes lamely. “Is there anything else she’d like me to compliment? I’d be happy to get her into heaven, if she wanted.”

“I think she’d be happier with a raise.”

She cocks her head, pressing the phone between her ear and shoulder. “Something to mention around review time?”

He sniffs. “Only as an addendum to how handled you feel under me.”

He doesn’t mean it as-- as anything, just trying to be funny, but something sweeps through her, not heat but-- but something like a shiver, like the tingle of a limb waking up, and she’s not sure if she likes it.

“Well,” she manages, mouth utterly dry, “I don’t know how they’ll feel about the nickname Sugar Daddy...”

“Ah, well.” He at least has the grace to sound contrite, even if it’s in no way sincere. “You’re welcome to change it. You’ll be paying for all this yourself anyway, soon.”

It’s good they’re on the phone; he can’t see her grimace. All this on what will probably be an adjunct’s salary. She feels faint just thinking about it.

“Which reminds me,” he continues, “I’ll send over your new resume tomorrow. You’ll probably want that when you apply for jobs.”

Shirayuki bites back a groan. It’s a herculean effort not to ask why the government could pay for all this upfront, but somehow not arrange for a tenured position. Or at least an interview. “Great.”

“Is there anything else you need?” he asks. “I’m here to serve.”

“Aren’t you here to handle?” The words just fall out of her before she can stop herself. “I mean, ah...”

This is terrible, how much she wants to impress him. Shirayuki’s known him for less than twelve hours, and her palms are sweaty just talking to him. Every time his voice drops, she thinks about how he laughed as her mouth chased his, how he’d said I’ve missed you too--

Ugh, if this is what middle school was like for everyone else, they can have it back. This is torture.

“Handling you is already the most fun I’ve had in years,” he remarks, so casual, like he doesn’t even know how that’s going to make her heart misbehave in her chest. “But nothing else.?”

She doesn’t want to end on this, on her just blurting out an innuendo and letting him think she means things, so she grabs at the first thing she can think of. “Can I change the landscaping?”

“Wha--?” he replies, eloquent.

“It’s just…” She clears her throat. “Lawns consume a lot of water, and just are for show. If I put in a garden, or natural grasses, I could—“

“Sure,” he chokes out. He’s laughing. “I think you can do whatever you want.”

“Great.” Now he thinks she’s--weird. That’s fine. That’s...probably accurate. “Good. So, um, good night?”

“Yeah.” It’s quiet when he says it, a little more than a breath. “Good night.”

Shirayuki thumbs the End Call button, watching as Sugar Daddy flashes before disappearing from the screen. That went...well. As well as could be expected, considering how all she can think about is his hand threading through her hair and his hand at her back and--

Things. Professional things. Professional things she can totally handle. Because she is not thinking about how her handler could definitely handle her, and--

She takes another breath. In. Out. It’s fine. She may be experiencing this whole-- attraction, but it will pass. Hopefully. And if it doesn’t, well... she only has to deal with this for the rest of her life.

Shirayuki drops the phone like it burns, claps her hands over her face, and screams.

#obiyukibingo2020 #obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #witness protection au #my fic #ans #this whole fic is just shirayuki being an awkward turtle in every situation #i'm sure she'll find her footing #at some point #but it won't be any time soon #and obi just thinks it's adorable #and also a problem #his own personal problem

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harrybabystyles · 4 years

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Oh, Angel! (harry styles)

chapter one - m a s t e r l i s t -

warnings: sex, language and drinking

a/n: my first series, yay! I swear the chapters get better after this one lol, and I realize that I am not the best at smut so bear with me, also the gif below is what I imagined him looking like for this chapter :)

series intro: After a rough week, Anna decides to let loose with her friends, go out drinking and dancing, maybe even let a stranger take her home. She was starting to lose all hope when suddenly she runs into an angel -or so she thought- who actually turns out to be a tall, curly headed man with a thick accent, making her stomach twist in knots. When he asks to buy her a drink, she doesn’t hesitate to agree, how could she resist?

It was hot, and dense, like every other club I suppose, not quite suffocating, but close. Especially with the dozens of people packed in the small space, heated kisses being shared in corners and sweaty dancing happening practically everywhere you looked.

Normal for a Friday night, especially with the music fest happening only a few blocks away. After the concerts were over, the after parties seemed to always be carried here. Which, I wasn’t opposed to I guess, it happens every year, but the number of bodies increased ten fold, and this was my favorite club.

My friends were always thrilled by it, it provided more options if one of them were feeling risky and wanted to find themselves under the sheets with a stranger, which they usually were. Matter of fact, I think I see Evelyn slipping through the front door, her arm wrapped around a burly man with dreadlocks draping down his back. I smile, she always found her a man within the hour.

I wasn’t much of the ‘take a guy home every weekend’ kind of girl, I did it every once and a while, but frankly, I preferred to be alone.

However, tonight was not the night.

Between being fired earlier this week, and finding out that my sister was moving across the world at the end of the month and there was nothing I could do about it, I needed a distraction, and I decided that taking a stranger to bed was the drug I needed.

So, when I was getting ready for tonight, I went straight to the back of my closet and grabbed the tight black dress I wore only for occasions like these.

Was it a little too revealing? Probably, but I didn’t really give a shit to be honest, I knew the kind of attention I wanted, and I also knew how to dress to get it. My friends squealed when I hopped into the cab, like they always did when I wore this dress, they know what it means. By now we had all broken off, I went to grab more drinks, and since I saw Evelyn leave, I’m guessing that Harper is probably rubbing up on some helpless soul.

Harper is something else, always hooking up with whomever she pleases, whether its the bartender from downstairs or the girl with the shaved head and face tattoos, she can have almost anybody under her spell within minutes.

But then there is Paige, she grew up on a farm out in Georgia, her christian mother was brought to tears when she told her she was leaving her southern life. She tends to get wild for the first hour or so, choking down a few drinks, but then she sits in the corner the rest of the night, and sips at a glass of water. Sometimes I don’t understand why she doesn’t let herself go more, but her modest dresses always stay puke free, so I guess that’s a plus, and she can take care of us in the morning when our heads our threatening to pound us out of existence.

Bless her soul.

I’m pretty sure her parents would die on the spot if ever they found out she shared an apartment with Harper, or that we go out to drink almost every week. She enjoys the freedom, and the adrenaline of knowing her parents would drop dead if they ever found out, but even if she denies it, she actually doesn't like drinking that much.

I should probably check on her actually.

I step out of my place in line, the massive amount of bodies made getting drinks take ten years instead of ten seconds, and it wasn’t worth it anyways, it was getting late and I needed to pick out my target. I steady myself against the somewhat sticky railing, as my head spins a bit. I was always one the be able to hold my alcohol, but I certainly had a few more than I usually would tonight. My eyes landed on Paige, right where she always was this late at night, tucked into a corner, eyes scanning her phone, a half empty glass of water in her hands. I make my way over to her, but my phone buzzes in my purse and as I reach down to get it my body clashes into something hard, and before I know it I feel my body slam against the floor, and a weight crash on top of me.

I blink, focusing on a pair of pale green eyes.

My eyes grace over defined cheek bones, brown furrowed brows, a halo of dense curls bouncing around a defined face, and a pair of rosy lips, that made me subconsciously wet my own.

Then, my eyes focus back on the striking green in front of me.

I must have died, and this is an angel carrying me to my mansion of clouds, because there is no way this is real.

But then my senses come back, the pounding of the music fills my ears, the smell of alcohol and sweat consumes my nose, and the feeling of the sticky floor under me makes me shift.

I feel like my soul left my body.

I look around noticing how the man caught himself just before he completely crushed me, his hands on either side of my head.

Damn his reflexes are fast, and I can’t help but heat up at the feeling of his body weighing down on me, his hips flush with my own.

“Uh...I’m so sorry” he faintly chuckles, the smell of alcohol on his breath slightly stinking my nose, his breath hot against my face from hot close we are.

“Are you okay?” he asks, getting back on his feet in a wobbly manor, and offering a hand out to me, which I take and he pulls me to my feet.

“Yeah...” I breath, still trying to pull myself together, “...are you?”

“Yeah...” he runs a hand through his thick curls, and looks down at his chest, “...damn” he whispers, and I notice the wet fabric of his dress shirt stained with whatever drink he was carrying, which leads me to notice the glass that is now on the ground, and the sticky substance that drenched the left side of my chest.

“Oh damn, me too” I look down at the darker fabric of my dress where the drink had spilled, “I’m so sorry”

He gives a light hearted chuckle and looks up at where I’m helplessly trying to clean off the thick alcohol.

“Here” he smiles, and motions his head to follow me. I take in his tall figure as I follow close behind him, and how his thick curls swayed when he would turn to look back at me, I gave him a small smile, and he would return it with a breath hitching one.

I’m still not convinced this is actually real.

And if it is real, there is no way I’m letting him out of my grasp, he was drop dead gorgeous, even covered in sticky alcohol. He leads me back down the stairs and into the women's bathroom, to which he got several confused glances and a small laugh from me.

He rips paper towels from off the dispenser, and puts them under the running water of the sink. He wrings them out, and I watch as the muscles in his ring clad hands flex, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man wear so many rings... it’s actually really attractive.

“Here” he hands me a damp paper towel, “Sorry again”

With the loud music of the club muffled behind the bathroom door, I notice his heavy accent, and butterflies can’t help but stir in my stomach.

“You from the UK?” I ask in shock of the accent that was hidden under the music. He flashes a smile, starting to wipe off his shirt, “Yeah, I’m from Cheshire” he shrugs, and I start to wipe of my shoulder where the stench of alcohol was radiating profusely.

“Huh” I reply, amused and baffled at the same time.

“What? You never met someone from the UK before?” he questions me with a smirk, and my heart skips just a tad at the dimple that pokes into his face.

“No, actually, and I definitely have never knocked over someone from the UK before” I say playfully, watching as he lets out a head spinning chuckle.

“Its a first” I shrug.

I feel him look up, a small laugh leaving his lips, and I smile when I slip down the strap of my dress, to wipe away the alcohol from my collar bone, and his whole body freezes.

“What?” I smirk, looking up to find him jolt back into action, trying to hide his pause in motion, his eyes settling back onto his dress shirt.

“Nothing” he shrugs, but he smirks again, and my eyes settle to where the white fabric of his shirt, due to the spill, clung to his torso, and my breath hitches at the taut muscles underneath.

Fuck, he really is flawless.

My eyes go wide when he starts to unbutton his shirt, and my brows drop in confusion.

“Oh, you don’t mind if I take this off...do you?” He looks me straight in the eyes, and the devilish smirk that pulls up on his lips makes those butterflies in my stomach begin to take of.

Is he teasing me?

I take a deep breath in, “Of course not”

I try not to watch as his fingers gracefully slip each button out of there holes, but I find myself struggling to keep my eyes away.Then, the door hits the tiled wall, and a husky voice echoes through the room.

“No sex in the bathrooms, you both need to leave immediately” a built security guard looks between us, his face stern and gaze serious.

“Oh no, we aren’t...” I laugh at his hilarious assumption, but I look at how my dress strap is slipped down below my shoulder, and how his shirt is unbuttoned all the way down, exposing his toned chest and his...tattoos?

Are those tattoos?

My eyes settle on a inked butterfly just below his chest, and flip shamelessly down to where dark leaves poke out from under his trousers, a slick black belt and the fabric of his trousers block the rest of the ink from my view.

Oh damn.

“Sorry, we will take our business elsewhere” his accented voice interrupts, and I blush when I realize I am staring at his torso, and that he has noticed, giving me a smug grin. My teeth bite down on my lower lip as my cheeks heat up.

I pull the strap back over my shoulder, and he buttons up his shirt again, leaving several open like before, and we squeeze past the security, tossing our paper towels in the bin on the way out.

“Who do you think snitched on us?” his voice rings in my ear, and I now notice the presence of his hand grazing my lower back.

I giggle, “My bet is on the brown bob” I refer to a women with a short bobbed cut I noticed on our way in, “She was definitely glaring at us when we walked in” I play along, not telling him that she was the only face I even remembered from when we walked in, and he smiles.

“I agree” he replies, and he takes in a breath, his eyes momentarily glancing down to my lips, and those butterflies reappear in my tummy.

“I’m sorry about your dress” he starts, pointing to where the strong smell of alcohol still soaked my chest, “If you’d like I’ll buy you a new one”

My eyebrows shoot up at his offer, “Oh, don’t worry about it, it was worth nothing”

Which was a lie, it wasn’t worth a lot, but it was still the most expensive thing in my closet.

“Well then at least let me buy you a drink” he insists, clapping his hands together, eyes scanning my face.

I try to make it look as if I’m really struggling to give him an answer, like I want to but I’m not sure if I should, even though I already knew my answer.

“Sure” I agree, but a sudden scream catches our attention, and my eyes snap to our right where two girls are being held back by what looks like security guards, only they wore slick black suits instead of T-shirts.

A sudden ghostly touch from his fingers on my shoulder turns my attention back towards him, “Wanna go somewhere a little quieter?” he asks scratching the back of his neck like he is suddenly uncomfortable, leaning forward just a tad.

“Only if you tell me your name” I tease, raising my eyebrows at him in a playful manner.

“Of course...” he covers his face with his hands like he is embarrassed, “I’m Harry” he holds out his right hand, “Excuse my manners”

“Hi Harry, I’m Anna” I shake his hand, and notice how much larger his was compared to mine.

This man has no flaws, whatsoever.

“Pleasure to run into you, Anna...” he pauses for a moment and leans in , “...literally”

I giggle and nudge his shoulder playfully, “Pleasure is all mine” I say back, putting a hand over my heart dramatically, to which he chuckles, and we start to walk towards the front door, his hand placed on my lower back as we weave through the crowd.

The night air feels cold and brisk in my lungs, but it’s such a relief and I take in a deep breath, smelling the scent of rain, and cherishing the fresh oxygen.

“Shall we?” he calls, holding out his arm for me to take, and I stumble a bit walking over to him, most likely due to the alcohol and the heels I’m in.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask playfully, but genuinely curious, and he keeps his eyes glued in front of us, but leans over, a smile on his face.

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out”

I scrunch my nose, pouting at him, “Fine”

I look ahead of us and notice both sides of the street are lined with cars, and as we continue to walk, I find that the line keeps going for several more blocks.

Damn, I guess my favorite club just turned into a block buster.

“Here we are” he breaks the silence, reaching in his pockets to grab a set of keys, unlocking an old 1966 Mustang, my eyebrows raise.

“Nice ride” I comment, as he opens the passenger door for me, and gently shuts it, walking over to hop in the drivers side.

“Thank you” he gives me a smile, starting up the engine, his eyes linger on mine for a moment, flashing back down to my lips before focusing on putting the car in drive, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

I lean towards the window, watching giddily as we pass building after building, traveling through several traffic lights before pulling off the road into a parking garage.

As we climb the levels, his old car somewhat struggling with each steep turn, my eyes land on him again, taking in his side profile.

Perfect forehead, nose, chin, neck, not to mention that sharp ass jawline he has got.

He really is perfect, isn’t he?

He must have noticed my gaze because he grins, that perfect dimple flashing as he glances at me from the side.

I blush and look back out towards the window, how the hell did I get this lucky?

We hardly speak as we step out of the car, and walk through a glass overpass that lead to the apartment building across a dark alleyway, we only exchange small smiles, his hand hardly leaving the small of my back the whole time.

Walking through the doors of the apartment building, my jaw drops.

Between the red velvet sofas, and the gold detailing on the roof, the room looked like the inside of a palace, with painted ceilings and a small fountain in the center.

This wasn’t even the main floor.

I manage to close my lips, as he leads me towards the elevators, waving to several hotel staff workers, and giving the button number of his floor a gentle push as we step in. I was still in awe at the beauty of the place to even tear my eyes away, and even as the doors slowly shut, my eyes still wandered around the room.

Who is this guy?

When the doors did shut, I managed to let out a breathless “Whoa” from my lips, smiling up at him.

“Impressed?” he questions, and I couldn't help but pick up on the subtle gravel that laced his voice, and how it made those butterflies in my tummy reappear ten fold.

“Definitely” I breath, crossing my hands in front of my hips, still gripping my handbag. His lips turn up in a small smile, “I’m glad”

I catch his dense green eyes again, but this time there is something flashing behind them, a shade of sparking desire perhaps?

I hoped so.

His eyes don’t leave, and neither do mine as the moment drags on, making my tummy catch on fire as his gaze burns further into me.

Holy shit, it was almost intimidating.

I became suddenly restless, biting the inside of my cheek, and fidgeting with my fingers, I felt like I suddenly stepped out into the desert, my body temperature rising alarmingly.

I felt like I had a fever.

His eyes tear away when the silver doors of the elevator glide open, and we shuffle out into the hall.

“This way” he guides, pointing to the right where a gorgeous hallway with only a few doors extended in front of us, and his hand settles back down on my back. As we walk I notice how far apart the rooms are spread out, and realize how big the apartments must be.

We stop at the second door, and he grabs the keys from his pocket and unlocks it, swinging open the door so that I can walk in first.

When the lights come on, I’m blown away.

Crisp walls enclose the space, a marble countered kitchen to my right opening up to a living room larger than my own apartment, with a huge TV mounted on the far wall, and dark grey sofas that surrounded a sleek glass coffee table. My heels click gently on the wooden floor as I mindlessly walk towards the floor to ceiling windows, the city stretching out like a sea of stars.

I was entranced, the glowing white and yellow hues twinkling in the dark night.

New York never looked so alive, but at the same time, it was the most peaceful I’ve ever see the city be. You couldn’t hear the honking cars, bumping music, or loud profanities you usually couldn't get away from, just the shuffling of my heels as they hit carpet.

The city below looked endless, with miles of soft blinking lights.

It looked heavenly.

For once it didn't seem like the dirty city it was, crime and poverty seeming to wash away under the gentle glow of apartment buildings and offices, which made a streak of hope tug at my heart, and I absentmindedly put my hand against the cool surface of the glass.

I could feel the tears that rimmed my lashes, not falling, just letting me know they’re there, as my eyes continued to scan the scene.

It was surreal to see the city like this, peaceful and elegant, like it was a place for angels.

Even the red neon of the strip club down the street or the subtle blue of a raging bar seemed innocent, just another glowing light for my eyes to soak in. Just another stroke of the painting that was being etched behind my eyes.

And for a moment I forgot I was some girl who was jobless, standing in a strangers apartment in my not so innocent black dress, looking for a distraction from life. So, I tear my eyes away from the glass, blinking back the tears that rimmed my lashes, I found his eyes looking at me with an amused smile, pouring alcohol into two glasses.

“Tequila?” he asks, lifting his brows.

I clear my throat, suddenly feeling embarrassed at how emotional I got at the scene, “Please”

He puts a lime wedge on the rims of the glasses and walks over to me at the windows, a small smile on his lips, but it drops and his brows furrow as he gets closer.He sets the glasses carefully on the coffee table rushing to me with concern.

“Are you okay?” he places his hands on my shoulders sliding his hands slowing down my arms in a comforting manner, his eyes flicking between my own.

I can’t help but inhale sharply at the touch of his skin, or the warmth of his chest that was now only a few inches away.

“Yeah...” I breath, heat flushing my cheeks at the realization of him seeing my teary eyes, “...the view” I explain vaguely, gesturing towards the windows beside us, letting out a nervous laugh.

“Oh...” he takes a moment to look out, a smile forming on his lips, “...heavenly, isn’t it?”

I nod, following his gaze back out to the open city, “Breathtaking”

“Don’t worry, I cried the first night I stayed here” his warmth leaves as he grabs the drinks from the table and hands one to me.

“You did?” I ask, shocked that he is telling me this, most guys would keep something like that like it was their darkest secret.

“Like a baby” he adds taking a sip from his glass, and I raise my eyebrows, letting out a shocked breath.

“What? Guys can’t cry too?” he sounds offended, but the playful look on his face tells me that he is just messing around.

“No, no, I just...most guys don’t feel like that, they feel like it makes them less of a man” I explain, taking a sip of my drink, feeling the thick liquid sting as it glides down my throat.

“Crying is manly” he shrugs, taking another sip, and I can’t help but let out a laugh.

“Exactly!” I agree, still half laughing.

A smile lights up his face, “So, Anna...” he lowers his voice, and a shiver falls down my spins at the sound of my name accented on his lips, and I tried to hide the feeling as it shimmers through me.

“...tell me something about yourself” his eyes glaze over with that same look from the elevator, dark and swirling, that makes me want to catch on fire as the back of his fingers ghost down my left arm, sending more chills spiking through me.

He brings his hand up to brush my hair off of my shoulder and behind my back, leaning in so that his breath is fanning over my ear, “Something no one else knows” he adds in a low whisper, before brushing a piece of hair behind my ear and leaning away, a devilish smirk of his face.

I take a deep breath in, realizing I wasn’t breathing, and shamelessly look from his eyes down to his lips and back up again.

“Well...” I begin, watching as he takes another sip of his drink, never breaking eye contact, “...I do this thing, when I can’t sleep, where I sneak up to the roof of my apartment building, and I try to see the stars”

His lips tug up into a smile, and his eyes dance over me, I can tell he is intrigued by my answer, and I can see the curiosity flourish inside of him.

“What about you, Harry from Cheshire, what do you do when you can’t sleep?” I drag out my words, my voice a notch above a whisper, and I take another sip from my drink, watching as he thinks.

“Meditate” he smiles, and I quirk a brow at him, “I’m just kidding” he chuckles.

“I typically take a bath...” he answers confidently, “...simple but effective” he shrugs.

I laugh quietly at his answer, taking another sip, “Maybe I’ll try that sometime”

His eyes glance down over my body shamelessly, making my spine tingle as they travel back up to my eyes, and my heart jumps at the contact.

Inside the dense green, I can see it, all the lust and desire that is stirring up inside of him, and it makes me want to be lit on fire, heat spreads through every limb as we hold the contact, and when his fingers graze my arm, the heat of his skin mixed with the cool metal of his rings send fireworks exploding within me.

“I like your dress by the way...” he whispers, his voice low and thick, “...fits you flawlessly”

My breath hitches in my throat as my heart starts hammering, oh boy he is good.

I set down my drink, game on.

“Thank you...I’m still so sorry about your shirt...looks expensive” I whisper, reaching out to grab just above where the fabric folds down into the first done button, pulling gently until his body is almost touching mine.

“I know I may never be able to make it up to you...” I look up at him, watching as he darts his tongue out to wet his bottom lip. I flatten my hands against his stomach, feeling his muscles tense under my touch, as I glide them down lower and lower until I rest them on the edge of his trousers, my fingertips slipping under the fabric just a tad, “...but I can try”

I smile when his breath hitches, and his hand grazing my elbow slides down to my hip, I slowly lean forward, and a plant a kiss in the center of his chest, where his the fabric of his shirt is not yet buttoned.

I slowly kiss up his torso, and along his collarbone, all the way up to his jaw, which is set tight as he inhales sharply.

I pause over the side of his face, my eyes tracing the shape of his lips as I bite my tongue, I can feel him watching, and painfully waiting for me to connect our lips, but I don’t budge, I just sit there tempting him with my breath.

In a flash he sets his drink down, the loud clink startling me as he grabs my face and pulls it to his, the hand his drink was in wet against my skin due to setting the glass down so abruptly. His lips glide along my own, the feeling knocking the air from my lungs, and his taste explodes in my mouth as he deepens the kiss, tequila overpowering my senses.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling against the silky soft strands as he lets out a low grunt, causing a tornado of butterflies deep in my stomach.

My fingers blindly find the buttons on his dress shirt and start to fumble with them, tearing them from their places one by one. He helps my hands slide the shirt off his body, our mouths never breaking, and I glide my hands over his torso, my stomach doing flips as I feel the taut muscles flex with every movement.

I slip my hands under his arms to slide up and down his back, the smooth skin feeling like silk under my fingertips.

His lips rip away from my mouth as they begin to nip and kiss along my jaw and down my neck, my lips part from the feeling of his tongue laying slick marks against the skin, as his hand smooth down my body.

He breaks away, his breath hot against me as he begins to tug at the end of my dress, “Is this okay?” he whispers, slowly starting to pull it off.

I nod frantically, and in an instant the dress is on the floor and his lips are back on my neck. His hands travel down to grasp my butt, and slide down the back of my thighs, signaling for me to jump, to which I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist.

His lips refocus on mine as he starts walking, and I carelessly kiss him back as we walk down a hallway and into a room. He sets me down just before what I assume is his bed, and before he can push me back onto it, I flip around so that he falls with a surprised expression onto the soft covers, and I smirk.

I lean down and begin to slip off my heels, and I notice his gaze never leaving me even as he sits up ans slides off his own shoes.

He pulls me to him by the waist his large palms pressing into my hips slightly, as our lips reconnect. He slides his hands up my back, and slip his fingers under the latch of my bra.

“Still okay?” he asks, and my heart melts at how innocent he sounds.

I bite my lip and nod, “Yes”

Then, his lips press in the valley of my breasts as he undoes the latch, and I gasp silently when he bites against the center of my bra and pulls it off with his teeth.

Holy shit.

He smirks, and kisses me with a fury only pure lust could produce. As his hands grasp and palm over my body, a furious heat grows in my core, and with every heated kiss, I am more and more desperate to feel him closer.

I lean back and with my lips tugging into a smirk, I push against his chest and he falls flat against the bed as I climb to straddle his hips.

I place open mouth kisses on his chest, over the butterfly tattoo, and glide my hands down his torso until I feel the cool leather of his belt and I start to unbuckle it when his hand stops me.

“Wait...” he pants, “...are you sure?” he looks at me with concerned eyes, and I almost laugh at how absurd he sounds, of course I’m fucking sure.

“One hundred percent” I reply, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath. He nods slightly and lets me continue. He helps me shimmy of his trousers, lifting his hips so that I could pool the fabric down to his ankles, his belt clanking when it hits the floor.

His jaw goes slack and his lips part when I palm the bulge that’s under the thin fabric of his briefs, and he starts to pant, his chest heaving. He grips my hips, his fingers slipping under the fabric on my hips as our lips collide again, a low moan rippling up from the back of his throat as my hands smooth over his hips, close to his core.

I break away, catching my breath, and taking a moment to look over his body.

Disheveled curls, perfectly parted lips, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat...down to his taut chest, sparrows rising and falling on his pecs, and the image of the ferns tattooed on his hips making my core heat up seeing them completely.

I trace my fingers over the vines and leaves, my eyes settling on his v-line as it goes down into his briefs.

He had to be an angel right? No one is build like that if they’re human.

I’ve got to be dreaming.

He sucks in a breath as my fingers graze the ink, and I look up to see his eyes traveling on my body as well.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” he says breathless, pulling his bottom lip in his mouth, and the rasp in his voice has heat pooling at my center.

I pull him back in for a desperate kiss, like his lips were oxygen and I was drowning, and he kisses back with just as must force.

In a flash he flips me around so that he is hovering over me, and I giggle into his lips.

“That’s better” his voice rumbles up from his throat, his hands hot on my hips, fingers pressing firmly into my skin as he connects his lips with my neck, leaving wet kisses down to my collar bone before pulling away to hook his fingers under the lace of my underwear, smirking up at me while he begins to pull them down my legs.

Once they are completely off he throws them over his shoulders, a devilish grin placed on his face, as his hands smooth up my shins.

He places a kiss on both my knees before starting to suck on the soft skin on the inside of my thighs, and I have to muffle a moan at the feeling.

“It’s okay love...” he whispers, his voice incredibly low, “...let me hear you”

My jaw goes slack as he starts sucking again, slightly higher up, and as the moan leaves my lips, a low groan leaves his own.

His palms push on my inner thighs, and I open them as he makes his way further and further up, and if I wasn’t totally washed away in pleasure I would have thought about the hickeys he was leaving on my skin, but I didn’t.

I couldn’t give a fuck to be honest.

I arch my back when I feel his tongue leave a slick trail just a hair’s width away from my folds, a soft whimper leaving my mouth.

“Tell me what you want” he says, voice low and lustful as he smirks at me, eyes blown out.

The throbbing in between my legs is almost painful, and I shift my hips to try and ease it, wincing when he continues to do nothing.

“You gotta tell me what you want, baby” He says and I glare at him, the heat in my core rising by the second.

“You” I breath, and he smirks even wider, “I don’t care how...God, I-I just want you”

I feel the presence of his fingers on my heat, and a moan leaves my lips. He sinks his middle digit deep into me, his cool rings making me gasp as he curls his fingers up.

“Fuck” I whisper, my eyes closed as he goes a steady pace, my head spinning, “N-need more” I gasp, and he slips in a second digit.

“N-no” I shake my head, writhing and rolling against his bed.

“No?” he questions, a smug tone to his voice and I force my eyes open to look at his.

“Not what I meant” I glare, and his smirk tells me he knows what I meant, but I can see the devil dancing in his eyes.

“Not your fingers, I need you” He bits his lip as he groans, pulling his fingers out of me to slide off his briefs, his member springing to his stomach.

“You want to feel me love, is that it?” he says low and raspy, reaching over to his bedside table to pull a shiny foil package out of the drawer.

My core is throbbing and I feel like screaming as more heat shoots through me, “Yes...need you now”

A dark chuckle rolls up from his chest as he rolls the rubber material over his hard center, sucking in a breath at the feeling.

“It’s okay, need to feel y’too” he whispers as he positions himself above me, my hips bucking and rolling, trying to ease the heat between my legs.

“Gonna have to hold still fo’ me” he says, one large palm pressing between my hips to try and limit my constant movement.

“Sorry-“ I pant, “It’s killing me” I whine, not even able to find embarrassment at how needy I am, all I could think about was the heavy throbbing at my core.

“All this for me?” he gasps as his head glides through the wetness at my center, and I moan at the feeling of finally feeling him, wrapping my legs around his hips, my heels pressing into his skin.

He sinks further and further into me, and I hadn’t realized just how big he was until now, he filled me up completely and I couldn’t help but whimper. He starts slow, pulling out and pushing back in at a painful pace, and I grab at the sheets under me.

“Faster, p-please go faster” I plead, and he sucks in a breath as he picks up speed, hitting all the right spots inside of me.

“God you’re so tight” he grunts, his eyebrows furrowed together in a mix of concentration and pleasure. He pace quickens and quickens until I’m seeing stars, the bed thudding from his thrusting.

“Feel good?” he pants, and I wonder how I’ll even get words out of my mouth with the pleasure rushing through me.

“Fucking amazing” I manage with a moan, my hands moving to grip at his shoulders, feeling myself almost to the edge.

“I-I’m-“ I gasp, but I can’t seem to speak as my head spins.

“You’re close?” he questions, stepping in for me and I nod furiously.

“Me too, fuck” he gasps, biting his lower lip, one hand landing on my hip to pull me against him harder, to the point where I ached where his fingers where, his nails digging in to my skin.

And that’s enough to send me over the edge, dirty noises leaving my lips as the coil in my belly snaps, my body shuttering around him as my vision blurs. I cuss and wrap my legs tighter around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer as he moans.

His thrusts become sloppy and broken as he cries out, his own release quickly following my own, and his head drops to the crook of my neck as he comes down from his high, body exhausted but still rolling into me. He rides out both of our orgasms, lazily sliding his hips into my own until he is almost too tired to move, but manages to slide out -causing me to gasp at the feeling- and plop down beside me.

We lay there, our bodies recovering, chests heaving and skin sticky with sweat.

When I finally regain some muscle movement I look over to him next to me, his back flat against the mattress one hand on his torso, one up by next to his head. A low fire begins to brew in my belly again at the sight of him, curls soaked with sweat, body glistening, muscles twitching and stretching as he struggles to catch his breath, lips parted and eyes shut.

I drag myself on top of him, tracing patterns on his balmy skin, “You okay?” my voice rasps, my vocal chords a bit overdone.

He swallows and smiles, “Yeah...you?”

I brush a hand through his damp hair, and he gives a satisfied hum.

“Yeah” I bite my lip, “...never felt like that before” he chuckles, and heat is already returning to my core as he opens his eyes, a lazy grin on his face.

“Me either” he admits, his hand beginning to run gently up and down my back, and I realize his rings are still on.

A shiver travels down my spine, and I bite my lip, “Think you could do it again?”

He raises his eyebrows at me, bringing his other hand to run down his face as he laughs.

“Christ! Already?” he exclaims and I blush a bit, still tracing invisible patterns on his chest.

“I made y’feel that good?” he asks, voice a bit lower, a sly grin on his face, and I give him a nod.

“Here...” I begin, “...you don’t even have to do anything, let me do the work” I say as I pick myself up from his body, ignoring my wobbly legs, and scoot down so that I am straddling him just above his hips.

“Okay...” he swallows, watching as I kiss his torso, right on top of the butterfly tattoo, laying a slick line with my tongue. His skin erupts with goosebumps and I smirk, sliding my hands down his body, placing my palms on his fern tattoos. I lay another kiss and another, until I’ve reached his belly button, and I scrape my teeth along his skin. A low groan leaves his mouth as his eyes close.

“Y’like that?” I ask, and his hands flex the sheets underneath him before he nods. I can feel his cock already hardening from behind my bum, and I lean up to suck on his neck, my teeth nipping his skin as I finish and his breath hitches. I scoot down and rub my wettening core on his length, which earns a soft whimper from both of our mouths, both of us still sensitive from our last round.

I reach between us as I glide my hands down his member, realizing he never took his condom off from previously, and giving him a slow pump as I watch his jaw slack as his length fully hardens in my hand.

“Feelin’ good yet?” I ask, and I graze my thumb over his head, a moan leaving his lips.

“Yes...keep going” he says, his chest already starting to heave again. I lift myself up, thighs shaking, and slide onto him just a tad, closing my eyes at the feeling, and I pause, my hands firm on his chest.

“K-keep going” he pleads through gritted teeth, and I don’t have it in me to tease him, my core throbbing for him. I lower myself down and I hear him suck in a breath as I completely engulf him. Then, finding it impossible to hold still, I lift myself up and back down, my lips parting at the feeling.

He was so big...and I loved it.

His hands settle on my thighs, gripping as I speed up, slowly bouncing faster and faster on top of him.

“Holy shit” he mumbles, grunting and I let out a small whimper, I was already so close.

“I’m close” I gasp, biting my lip and he nods.

Only a few more bounces and I’m shaking, throwing my head back as pleasure shoots through me, his hands now on my hips, pulling me down as he lifts his own up until he was moaning too, both of us trembling and gasping for air.

I lift off of him, and collapse beside him, opening my eyes when I hear him roll the condom off his body, and he goes to toss it away, returning to pull me under the covers and against his chest.

“You’re a minx, y’know that?” he laughs breathlessly, and I chuckle back, I was exhausted, and he was too.

“Made me feel amazing though, haven’t felt that good in a while” he whispers, a genuine tone to his voice, pressing a kiss to my forehead, “Thank you”

I furrow my eyebrows, did he just thank me?

No one has ever thanked me after having sex before, and I found it oddly heart warming.

“Let me know when you’re ready for round three” he smugly whispers and I raise my eyebrows pulling away from his chest to see the devilish smirk on his lips, he was either an angel or satan himself, and I’d be lying if I said the idea didn’t burn me up from the inside out with excitement and curiosity.

#harry styles #harry edward styles #harry fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry smut

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joannaoftarth · 5 years

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Should I continue this?

Tags: Sex Worker!AU, escort!Jaime, voyeurism, loneliness, longing

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Taking a deep breath, Brienne takes a look around, hands on her hips, her thin blue top clinging to her sweaty chest. Finally done. The last box unpacked. Brienne Tarth, daughter of a little island with same name in the Stormlands, raised by a single dad, mocked for her looks her entire life, after more of a decade of hard work, has made it to the top. CEO of the most succesful high-class security company in Westeros, she has just moved into the famous Red Keep, the high-priced apartment building for the rich and beautiful. Well, she isn't beautiful. But hella rich. If she told her young, hard studying teenage self how much money she'd have one day, she'd never have believed her. She could probably buy Tarth at this point. After all, it has been family owned once upon a time. Brienne pins the thought to her mental wall of plans and goes to take a long bath in her ridiculously big bath tub. Finally, she can actually relax in a bath. Over an hour she enjoys the hot water, the bath salts and the meditating music. Tomorrow, the stress will hit her full force. She needs to be prepared. What she isn't prepared for is the view from her bedroom on her return. She doesn't have curtains yet and the building resembles a fork, meaning the next row of apartments is right across from her. And - for whatever reason - the curtains aren't drawn either. Brienne's jaw drops. A woman, pressed against the window. Naked. A man behind her. Also naked. The first is holding on for dear life as the second's trying to pound her through the glass, apparently. From the sweat on his face and chest she can tell they've been at it for some time. A shudder runs through Brienne. Tension builds in her abdomen. Heat rises from between her legs up her body, flushing her cheeks. His tight grip on her. His puffed up chest, the drops of sweat running down his defined muscles, making them glisten in the sparse light that's coming from somewhere to the right. His jaw clenched, his full blonde hair sticking to his forehead. He's an animal rutting into that poor woman (who doesn't look in pain at all). Suddenly, as if he's heard her thought, he looks up - straight into her eyes. Brienne freezes to the spot. She can't move. She can't breathe. She can't think. Like an idiot - or a pervert - she simply stands there and watching two people have sex. Dressed in merely a royal blue bathrobe. And the guy has the audacity to smirk at her. He doesn't stop. He doesn't slow down. He just smirks at and carries on. She keeps watching him. A few minutes and then he comes, his beautiful face turning into a grimace. Brienne can feel it. She feels it like a tiny explosion that's sending wave after wave of shameful pleasure rushing through her. Seven hells, she's coming. Coming with him. They are totally in sync. When he's done, so is she, breathless and...alone. She looks up at him, feeling cold and so fucking empty, and he is looking right back, chest heaving. The smirk is gone and for a moment she imagines she can see...understanding. Finally, she runs. Back into the bathroom, where she's going to hide for an hour, trying not to die from embarrassment. Curtains. She definitely needs curtains. Tomorrow. At first light.

~oOo~

Brienne gets the curtains. Blue and pink, the colours of her old family sigil which still hangs above the mantel in Evenfhall Hall on Tarth. While she is hanging them up, he is watching her. Wearing a jeans, bare chested, a cup of coffee in his hand. His hair wet from the shower. It's 2 in the afternoon. Did he just get up? Don't engage, she thinks sternly and climbs on the foot latter, concentrating on hanging the blasted curtains. She thinks it again when he waves at her, smirking that knowing smirk. Her fingers work faster and as soon as they are on the rails, she angrily pulls them close. Keeps them drawn for a month. Works like crazy for a month. But then... But then, one night, when she's stressed, exhausted and lonely, her eyes are straying to the curtains. Wondering. It's after midnight. Too late? Not late enough? Maybe he isn't there. ...Maybe he is. Brienne withdraws her eyes, tries to focus on something else. Looks around in her giant apartment, walks the rooms for something to do. All she hears is silence. Her feet carry her back into the bedroom. To the curtains. Feeling somewhat save cloaked in darkness, her long fingers curl into the heavy cotton. Pulls it to the side, only one blue eye peeping through. He's there. Gods, he's there. And she watches. Watches him fuck this woman. A different one. Watches him thrust into her. Watches his hands grab her hips, her shoulder...her neck. Feels the ghosts of his fingers on her skin. The ghost of his cock inside of her. Like before, arousal floods her and her eyes focus on his face, this beautiful face, drinking in his sight, the power of his hips, the strong stance, the surity of his every move. When he comes, so does she. The woman is laughing and turns around, they speak and joke. They kiss. She hates it. The woman pats his cheek and slaps his ass as she walks away from the full length window. He chuckles, turns and looks after her (giving Brienne an excellent view of his absolutely perfect little hiny), runs a hand through his full blonde hair - and turns back to the window. Giving her the front view. Dear Gods in the seven heavens. And then he smiles at her. Directly at her. Brienne shrieks and jumps back, her heart pounding in her chest. How did he- ?! ~oOo~ Although she doesn't want to, she returns to the window. Night after night after night. For almost a month. She finds out his routine. And it is a routine. It's almost always the same. He brings home a woman - there are so many! -, he pours them a drink, they talk for a while on the couch. Until he gives them that smile (it's so different from the ones he gives her, so...fake), takes their drink out of their hand, kisses their neck - and then the rest. Even from the distance she can see how fantastic he is. The women all leave satisfied. None of them stays over, never. He always showers after and, only wearing sweats, spends an hour or so in a black leather lounger, nursing a tumblr of alcohol, staring into the darkness - or at her. Sometimes, she lets him, her cheeks aflame with shame and embarrassment. It's only fair. In these moments, Brienne realizes how very alone she is. Because this, them sitting in their loungers and staring at each other gives her so much comfort. There is a calmness in his eyes that somehow soothes her to a point where she goes to bed and sleep. Sometimes, he watches her. She leaves her curtains open wide enough for him to see her as she settles in. He's always there, standing right in front of the window, giving her a sweet little smile. Watching over her until she falls asleep. She hasn't slept that well in years. ~oOo~ If it had been up to her, it could have gone like this forever. Brienne was sleeping well, was attacking her day relaxed and energetic. It is one of these mornings, however, when this little bubble bursts. He's there. In the elevator. Her elevator. It dings, the doors slide open and. There. He. Is. Wearing shades and that damned smirk. Brienne's heart goes full stop. As does her mind and her body. He has to hold the door open for her. His arrogant chuckles shakes her out of it. She hates how this little noise rains down her back, leaving goosebumps. It turns her instinct to flee into stubborness. Straightening to her full height, she steps into the cabin. Her heart is pounding like crazy. She presses the button to the lobby and takes a step back. It's a long way down. Silently she begs him to not say a word. He does. "You smell lovely." She wants to punch him in the face. When he receives no answer, he chuckles. Adjusts his shades. He smells fantastic. He reaches into the backpocket of his very tight jeans and pulls out a card. Holds it out ot her. Brienne stares at it for a long moment. A golden lion on white paper. Then at his hand. She's spent hours watching his hand. A shiver down her front, pooling between her legs. She hates that her fingers are shaking when she finally takes the damn card. As she turns it around, her heart skips a beat. His name. His number. Jaime. It fits him perfectly. He couldn't have had a different name. Her heart is thumping in her throat. Involuntarily, her eyes rise up to his. Damn those shades. She would have loved to see those eyes. She never quite figured out if they are green or blue. His smile gets crooked and she realizes her mouth is hanging open. She snaps it shut. She doesn't know what to do. To say. How to act. At work, she has a firm personality in place. Confident, firm but fair. She can't slip into it now. This man has seen her in a towel. In her nightshirt. She has seen this man naked, having sex, climaxing and post-coital. She has seen him on his knees giving oral countless of times. Shouldn't she have the upper hand? Shouldn't she be the confident one? As if he is reading her mind, he explains all of these past weeks with one sentence: "I'm a whore." Brienne blinks. He is still smiling. "Companion. That's the fancy word the rich use. But in the end, that's what it is. They pay me, I fuck them. Sometimes accompany them to an event, a party, a charity, you name it. I clean up nice. You should see me in a tux." Another smirk. "I have time in my schedule for one more client." She's so busy trying to comprehend what is happening that she is completely missing what he is offering. "W-what?" she stumbles like an idiot. He takes a step towards her. Takes off his sunglasses. Green. His eyes are green. A deep, crystal sea green. Beautiful. His touch comes so unexpected she flinches. Once again she freezes to the spot. His fingertips slide up her bare arm. Goosebumps explode on the entirty of her skin. She doesn't like being touched. She longed to be touched by him for weeks. And now it's happening and her mind is so fuzzy she can't believe it's truly happening. Jaime... His eyes. His eyes. "I'll take good care of you", he whispers, his voice so soft, his look so tender. I'm not a ten-year-old, she wants to shout at him. Doesn't. Instead her lips part and she leans in. A flash of something in his eyes she recognizes too late. All of a sudden his hand is in her neck and he's pulling her down and - His lips are warm. Incredibly soft. When his tongue comes, she parts her lips and lets it in. A noise comes out of her she's never heard before. Immediately his arms come around her, pull her close. So close. He's so warm. So strong. So very strong. She sways. Wants to steady herself. "I've got you, sweetling", he whispers against her lips. Kisses her again. Tears fill her eyes. Before she knows what she's doing she's clinging to him like a drowning woman. He's so wonderfully tall and strong. For the first time in her life she doesn't feel like a freak in a man's arms. He's got her. She never wants to stop kissing him. Unfortunately, the elevator dings and the doors slide open. "Oh my!" Brienne jumps out of his arms. With a head red as a tomato she mumbles a hasty apology to the elderly woman waiting to get in the elevator. His hand curls around her wrist, but she pulls herself free and runs. Her driver Podrick hesitantly makes her aware that her lipstick is smeared. Brienne spends the next few minutes fixing it. Her fingers shaking. Her heart drumming. His taste lingering in her mouth.

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What do you think? This is just a first, rough draft. But I think there should be more sex worker AUs in our ship. I’m also playing around with an escort!Brienne idea...

Oh maaaaaan, all these plot bunnies. Will they ever get written?!

#jaime x brienne #braime #fic idea #kendrapendragon

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bangtann-bangdamn · 5 years

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Dating... Kim Taehyung

Warnings: Little bit of angst, a little bit of smut.

Master list

Kim Seokjin ♥ Min Yoongi ♥ Jung Hoseok ♥ Kim Namjoon ♥ Park Jimin ♥ Kim Taehyung ♥ Jeon Jungkook ♥

~♥~

Meet cute

You were scrolling through Tinder when you came across his profile

He was far too good looking

With his glasses and beret

You knew immediately he was the kind of guy who left a trail of broken hearts in his wake

But you swiped right anyway

Because there was no way he’d swipe right on you

Right?

Wrong

You matched with him immediately

You threw your phone across the room

(Like that was going to stop him from getting the notification)

You stayed still as you tried to calm your racing heart

Had just about convinced yourself that he’d be just another one of the long list of guys you matched with that you never spoke to

When your notification goes off

You can’t get to your phone quick enough

You expect some fuck boy response

Maybe even a dick pic

Instead, he sends you a picture of a sunset

‘Some times I like to just take a moment to admire the beauty in the world’

It’s random

But also, kind of, incredibly cute?

You’re in the middle of crafting a response when

‘I guess that’s why I can’t stop looking at you’

You’re floored

The boy has G A M E

You’re stuck for what to say

So you end up sending a meme

Specifically the one of a cat in a box that says ‘Oh hai, you’re cute’

You immediately cringe

Expecting him to unmatch with you

Instead, he sends you a meme back

Which quickly escalates into a full-on meme off

Until you run out of memes and admit defeat

Then he starts asking you questions about yourself

And you forget to be nervous

You talk for a few days pretty consistently

He then confesses that his phone doesn’t alert him to notifications and he keeps worrying that he’s going to miss your message

So you give him your number

You talk daily for weeks

He doesn’t ask about meeting you in real life

You don’t think anything of it until you tell a friend who thinks it’s weird

So you ask if he wants to meet for a coffee sometime

‘But I like talking to you like this’

You feel your heart sink

‘It’s like you’re trying to avoid meeting me in real life. Just tell me you’re a catfish so I can move on’

He facetime’s you immediately

He’s even more beautiful with his bed head and easy smile

You end up talking to him for a couple hours

Then calling each other becomes a part of your nightly routine

Eventually, you gather the courage to ask

‘Why don’t you want to meet in person?’

He’s uncomfortable

You don’t think he’s going to answer you

Then

‘I don’t really... date’

He apologises for leading you on

He just likes getting to know new people

But it’s okay

Because you enjoy talking to him

But you tell him that you’re going to start seeing other guys

Taehyung nods, not really bothered

He doesn’t own you

Until you tell him about your date a few weeks later

Your successful date

He finds himself getting annoyed at you

He doesn’t tell you, obviously

It’s only when you hang up for the night that he reflects

Because maybe he did want to go on a date with you

And hold your hand

And stare into your beautiful eyes

He calls you back 5 minutes later and asks you to go on a date with him

You’re lost for words as you try to ask what changed his mind

And he replies

‘I don’t want to lose my sunshine’

So you agree to meet for coffee a few days later

Your first date

What starts off as an early morning coffee date turns into an all-day adventure

You quickly fall into a comfortable rhythm with Taehyung

Maybe it’s because of how long you’ve been talking

But you want to believe that its because you’re in sync with each other

In your head, you already know that you’re in love with him

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of your chest every time he smiles at you

Or when he does his little dance when he’s excited

Or when his hand grazes yours

You know you’re in too deep

That he doesn’t date

Yet you can’t help but hope he’ll kiss you when he walks you home

But he doesn’t

You try to tell yourself that it’s okay

That you and Taehyung are friends

But then he doesn’t call you for a few days

Or respond to your texts

You wonder what you did wrong...

You replay your date constantly, trying to figure out what weird thing you did

But you realise how big of an idiot you are when you stop by the same coffee shop and see him

Sitting at the same coffee table you had the week before

With a new date

He catches your eye and has the decency to at least look sheepish

But he doesn’t walk over to you to explain

You leave without buying your coffee and delete his number

You knew it was too good to be true

Your first argument

You’re already drunk when you see him at your friend Jimin’s party

You’d never been to one of his parties before, but this time you had felt like you needed some fun

So, of course, you weren’t aware that he was also friends with Taehyung

You do your best to avoid him

Especially when you realise that he’s trying to talk to you

But when you step out onto the balcony to get some fresh air

Taehyungs already there

He doesn’t say anything when he faces you

Just smiles before turning to lean against the rail

Maybe it’s the alcohol, but suddenly you’re angry

‘If you weren’t interested in me, why did you insist we go on a date?’

Taehyung tenses, closing his eyes because he knows

Knows that he has to tell you the truth

‘I like first dates’

He explains that he enjoys the thrill of meeting someone new for the first time, but that feeling often disappears after the second date

So he doesn’t go on second dates

He won’t meet your eyes as he talks

Which frustrates you more than his words

You thought you were at least friends

‘Then why did you lead me on?’

Your voice cracks

You’re already crying

God damn it

Why do you have to be so emotional when you drink?

But all the pain you’ve been suppressing since that day in the coffee shop resurfaces

What you don’t see is the tears Taehyung sheds

Because he doesn’t know how to tell you

Tell you that he didn’t mean to lead you on

That he planned to take you on a second date

And a third

All the dates really

Because he had never been happier than he was whenever you smiled at him

But he was scared

Scared of it all going wrong

Of you breaking his heart

Because he’d only just put it back together again

Instead, he tells you that he didn’t enjoy the date

You know that’s a lie

But it doesn’t stop you from feeling like he stabbed you

You’re about to call him an ass and leave

Then you notice the way his shoulders shudder

The hand pressed to his face

And you realise that he’s crying

‘Tell me the truth, Taehyung,’ you say softly

You place a hand on his shoulder

That’s when the damn breaks

He lets the sound of his sobs fill the silence between you

He explains everything that went down

Everything that he’s bottled up

Jimin told him that Tinder was great for building confidence

For meeting women who expected nothing more than a one night stand

And you were the first woman he spoke to

And you floored him with a fucking meme

He got scared of meeting you

Of seeing your smile in person

Because he was already pretty certain that he liked you

Like, a lot

You’re quiet as you listen to him

His cries slowly disappear until it’s just silence between you

He watches you, waiting for your rejection

Instead, you cup his face

And you call him stupid

He goes to step away from you, thinking that he really had blown his chance

When...

Your first kiss

You kiss him

Maybe it’s the alcohol coursing through your veins

Because you don’t overthink it

You press your lips to his for a moment

Then move away when you realise what you’ve done

Taehyung’s shocked

You start stuttering your apology

But Taehyung shuts you up with another kiss

Which quickly becomes a heated make-out session

Your hands exploring each other’s bodies

You’re pretty sure you could have spent the rest of the night outside in his arms

But Jimin steps outside and you spring apart like two naughty children

Jimin says nothing as he steps back inside

But his face says everything

Taehyung asks if he can have a second chance

And you tell him not to break your heart

‘Only if you promise not to break mine’

Your first time

Taehyung ends up walking you home

It’s late and you don’t feel comfortable with him being out alone

So you make him come up

He tells you he’s okay with the couch

But you take his hand and lead him to your bedroom

Normally you wouldn’t be so straight forward

But you’re still hot and bothered

You don’t set out to do anything other than cuddle

But then you’re in his arms

His chest pressed against your back

Kissing your neck softly

Hands caressing your hip

The saying ‘less is more’ comes to mind

Because he’s barely touching you and you’re wet

The moment you turn to face him, he kisses you

There’s no Jimin to interrupt this time

And things escalate real quick

One minute you’re fully clothed and kissing innocently

The next, he’s pulling down your underwear and devouring you

You’re moaning his name so loudly

You don’t care if you’re neighbours hear

You can’t think further than his tongue licking you out

He’ll make you cum and continue to lavish your clit with attention

He wouldn’t stop until you beg him to

He’d be so hard when he finally enters you

All your moaning going straight to his cock

And he thinks he’ll blow the moment he’s inside

Because you feel so good around him

He’ll rest his head on your shoulder as he tries to collect himself

You don’t help when you start wiggling beneath him wanting to feel him pound into you

He’ll growl at you, biting your neck gently

But he’ll get the hint and he’ll mercilessly start fucking you

You’re almost crying when you cum again

Because he feels so good

And hearing you moan his name

So quiet

So gentle

Is enough for Taehyung to reach his climax

He’ll stay inside you as he calms down

Not wanting to lose your warmth

Eventually, he’ll have to pull out

But he’ll kisses you continuously

He’ll even go grab a towel from your bathroom to clean you up

And kiss you as he climbs back in bed beside you

You’ll lie face to face

Arms around each other

Just staring

You don’t remember falling asleep

But your dreams are filled with him

Saying ‘I love you’

You have been together for a little while

You thought about saying it

But every time it’s on the tip of your tongue, you stop yourself

It’s too embarrassing

So you wait until you go away for a few days

You won’t see him whilst visiting your parents

So you slip it in whilst texting him

‘Hey, I got something to say to you’

‘What?’

‘I love you’

He calls you immediately to complain that you texted it to him

‘Nah, not good enough’

He wants to hear you say it

Shyly you do

Of course, he overreacts; acting like you just shot him through the heart

You can almost imagine him falling back in his seat, clutching his heart

The image makes you laugh

‘Hey,’ he says seriously

‘What?’

‘I love you’

You smile and tell him you can’t wait to come home and say it to his face

And he tells you he can’t wait to spank you for texting it first

When he proposes

It’s no secret that Taehyung loves kids

But having children never really crossed your mind until your sister gives birth

You take Taehyung with you to go meet your nephew

Just the sight of the baby in his arms makes your heart swell

Especially when he starts cooing at the baby

When you get home that night, you climb into bed first and watch him as he gets ready to join you

He stops when he notices you staring, frowning at you as he takes off his shirt

You just smile

Until he asks you what’s wrong

It’s one thing to admit you love a guy, quite another to tell him you want his babies

So you tell him ‘nothing’ and sink further into the bed

But Taehyung knows you better than that

So he climbs on top of you

Peppering your face with kisses until you laugh and tell him to stop

Then he asks again

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing’

But Taehyung won’t stop until he knows

So you sigh as you try to think of the best way to say it without frightening him off

‘I was just... thinking’

‘About what?’ He lies down beside you, so you turn on your side to face him

‘The future’

You don’t expect his smile

But it makes your heart stop when he does

‘I’ve been thinking about it too,’ he confesses

‘Oh yeah?’

He turns to lie on his back, smiling dreamily up at the ceiling

‘Yeah. You, me, our four kids and our little farm in Daegu’

You move closer to him, propping your head up with one hand whilst the other gently grazes the skin of his chest.

‘Four kids, huh?’

He looks at you and for the first time you see the worry in his eyes

‘Does that... scare you?’

‘No,’ you admit immediately with a smile

You feel him relax with a sigh

‘I did imagine being married first, though’

You lie your head on his chest

You’re only there for a second before Taehyung’s loudly groaning, rolling you off him as he climbs out of bed

You stare at him in concern as he walks over to the wardrobe

You turn to climb out of bed but stop when he comes back out

With a little red box

‘Ah, jagi, you couldn’t wait a week, could you?’

He’s smiling playfully as he sits down beside you and opens the box

It’s beautiful

Amethyst cut onto a simple silver band

He offers it to you but you shake your head

‘I want to hear you say it’

He gets down on both knees in front of you

‘Will you make me the happiest man in the world?’

You pretend to consider it before smiling

‘Only because you make me the happiest woman in the world’

He places the ring on your finger before kissing you

You end up falling backwards with Taehyung straddling your thighs

‘So about those children?’ you enquire when he starts kissing your neck. ‘Tell me more’

He pulls away to smile down at you

‘It’d be better if I showed you’

You laugh as he continues to shower you with nips and kisses

It shouldn’t be this easy to love

But it always is with Taehyung

#bts #bts dating series #bts v #bts taehung #bts au #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts imagines #bts reactions #taehyung #kim taehyung #v #v x reader #v x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you

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1soos · 6 years

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The Country Witch

Chapter One: New Beginnings or A Bit of Luck

genre: romance, magic!au

pairing: taehyung x reader

warnings/things to look for: witch!reader, magical elements, eventual smut

length: 3.1k

summary: You move to a house in the country and are met by a golem on your first night.

a/n: look at this gorgeous edit that @6v6tmn did of Taehyung for this story! I’m honestly still on the floor.

The dirt squelches under your determined steps. You are waterlogged, wet to the bone, and the rain shows no signs of letting up any time soon. As a general rule, you don’t go outside in storms, in this aspect you are like most people. Normally, you would be inside right now, warm in your home or taking shelter in a shop in town until the storm passes, especially one of this magnitude that seemingly came from nowhere, but “normal” hasn’t been a part of your playbook for a long time. You try not to feel personally attacked by nature’s impromptu deluge. The National Weather Service was scrambling to make sense of it, but the weather alert that had popped up on your phone nearly an hour ago now, said that the storm clouds had settled over your neck of the woods literally and specifically, the heart of the small country town curiously safe from the sepia toned curtain falling in front of the sun.

You’re not exactly Filled with Foreboding, you know what that feels like, paralyzing and ominous, but you’re on edge. You’d been overly cautious all day which had slowly pissed off the movers through the day. You’re positive they were talking shit about you being a micro-managing asshole on the hour drive back to the other side of town, and in a way, it’s totally justified because nothing had come of the uncomfortable hollow feeling in the bottom of your stomach and you’d made their job all the harder for your hovering.

It’s your first day in your new house, and you haven’t believed in coincidence since you were 13 years old, so whatever, or whoever, is channeling the sky is clearly doing it to mess with you. Weather can be tracked and studied, patterns giving people time to plan their lives around nature. This, whatever this is, has a distinctly unnatural feel to it. Like someone conjured storm clouds over your new house to send a message.

Everything had made it inside before the clouds rolled in and you’d waved the movers off before the rain dumped out of them. You’d hoped for a blessing, but this is slightly more aggressive than anything you’ve seen in the past. You’d been expecting an animal blessing. Sort of like the whole bird poo thing that people decided was good luck but was really just shit. (Storks are the only flying creature that deal in luck and they definitely do not roost in the Pacific Northwest.) Rain though, rain means frogs and you’d take a frog over a bird anytime. If the rain brings frogs, then you absolutely know that you chose the right place to practice.

You’d walked through the house after the movers left, getting a feel for it, noting the space and imagining everything in it’s proper place. You ended your self-guided tour in the attic. There are a lot of reasons, good and bad, that you decided to buy this house, but a main one was this attic. It’s big and open; the whole length and width of the two floors below without walls and doors bisecting the house’s inherent energy. A massive window facing the backyard and following along the edges and angles where the pointed roof meets the floor makes you think that the architect added this with the light of the sun and moon pouring through in mind. You’d walked over and fiddled with one of the latches, making sure that it won’t come open with the force of the storm, a faint buzz from the bottom left corner let you know that you don’t have to worry about any damage to the house from outside forces, which is certainly a handy bit of craft.

As if to emphasize that point, a jolt of lightning illuminated the backyard followed closely by a cracking boom of thunder that shook the house. Despite knowing that you were safe inside, your heart picked up speed as a streak light cut across the sky, hitting the fence that borders your property. The wood of the fence didn’t catch fire, rather it crackled to blackness and splintered apart, but that’s not what caught your eye.

An exaggerated bump had developed under the branches of the white oak in the west corner of your yard sometime between the last time you’d looked out some 30 minutes before and that moment. Your fingertips tingled like all the blood ran out of them. A sourness spread through your gut and you know you shouldn’t have, but you headed down the steps pooling your energy, hot and vibrating, into your hands. You opened the door and immediately feel the pull of the wind and the rain, the smell of wet dirt filling your nose as you step away from the fortress that is your house.

There’s a voice in your head telling you to go back inside and another railing over the ruination of your shoes, but louder than all that, was the need to investigate. Playing detective has gotten you in trouble before. “Special circumstances,” you explain to no one, teeth rattling around your skull and sputtering to keep water out of your mouth. The temperature had dropped dramatically since the afternoon and you find yourself wishing that heat were one of your talents.

It’s gotten so dark that you don’t notice the miniature hill that’s taken up residence isn’t covered in grass. Like someone had dumped a load of new dirt, now turned into a black pile of mud. Or, you think, pacing the length of the protrusion, like someone buried something roughly the size of a human. The wind steals the “Fuck,” right out of your mouth.

The wind picks up and changes the angle of the rain so that it’s pelting you from the side. A bright slash of lightning cracks somewhere above you and the pile…it’s writhing. Slowly, torturously, as if it were alive and in pain. Setting your hands on it, you push out of yourself and down into the dirt, feeling for black or blood magic. Instead, you find life, but it’s small and steady, inconsistent with human life and not thrumming with the kind of massive energy it would take to move like this. You help it find its way to the surface anyway and snort when a rather large frog fixes it’s eyes on you.

“Thought one of you might show up,” you sigh in relief, and it croaks in response. The pile is still. One of your eyebrows travels up your forehead and you point a skeptical look at your new friend. It shrugs, an interesting thing for a frog to do to say the least, and launches itself off its perch squelching down into the grass, bunches it’s muscles up again and hops through the air. You don’t think anyone has referred to a frog as majestic before, but the word begs to be used as it glides through the rain, only stopping at your back door to turn its whole body and look at you expectantly.

“Okay, definitely not your garden variety luck frog then.” Thunder booms overhead, reminding you of its presence. You cast one look back at the stationary pile, uneasy with leaving it as is. The frog bellows impatiently. Hesitating, looking from the annoyed amphibian to the pile of dirt, you sigh and head toward the house.

You hold open the door for your first guest, its heavy, wet body slapping against the kitchen tile leaving a trail of mushy chunks of mud.

“Make yourself at home,” you call out to its back as it heads up the back stairs, “I’ll just clean this, I guess.” Trying very hard not to be too sulky about the mess and the fact that cleaning and housework in general are things that must be done manually.

You grab the box that has cleaning supplies in it and fish out paper towels. The sharp, quick noise of the towel tearing along the perforated edge is immensely satisfying. As is the crinkle of the plastic shopping bag you’re using as an on-the-go trash bag to throw the used towels in. You love noise. Not the noise of a city, metal grinding together and people yelling over each other in a crisscross pattern, but personal noise. It’s up to you how quiet or how loud your home will be because it’s your home and you decide what to fill it up with.

You follow the mud trail the frog left to the attic, wiping with less enthusiasm than you started with. It’s sitting in the center of the floor, in fact, you’d say the exact center which is a strange choice. Though, it’s probably good to know. You call for a piece of chalk and draw a circle around the frog.

“Thank you,” you say, and the chalk goes back to whichever box it came from. “Thank you, as well, Frog.” It nods once regally and hops out of the center easily.

“I grant you roam of the house, but I’m for bed,” you say grandly, but Frog stares at you even as you leave the room making you feel ridiculous.

It’s barely 9 o’clock when you flop onto the blow-up mattress in your room, the storm has dissipated to a drizzle. Your thoughts float from Frog and the mysterious unit of dirt currently occupying your backyard to decorating the house. It’s been an eventful evening even for you. You thought that by deciding to move clear across country, basically out in the woods, that life would settle in around you. That by leaving everything, the bad and the good, behind there would be nothing left for you but peace. Perhaps that is a tad too optimistic for the life you lead. Yes, you would have control of your space and only you would dictate how you live but being lonely doesn’t suit you. It’s part of why you let Frog in, aside from the risk of being given bad luck by an ultimate luck dealer if you didn’t, just knowing that Frog is wandering around the rest of the house, full of boxes and the buzzing undercurrent of energy, is a great comfort.

You must have picked a good place if a luck frog is staying with you on your first night; a comforting thought to have as you slip into sleep.

…

You sit straight up in bed, the deepest dark of night surrounding you, wakened by a crash on the floor below. You grab your phone and blind yourself with the screen’s brightness to check the time, knowing before you even look what it is. Three in the morning on the dot. Your stomach twists.

Your fingers tingle, electric pricks of power readying for use.

Barely marking the steps, you fly down the stairs, opting for speed instead of stealth, to confront the perpetrator of the crash.

And there, naked, though covered in clumps of dirt and various bits of nature, stands a man, looking as panicked as you feel.

He takes a step forward, fear overwhelms you, and your hands come up in front of you on instinct, but you’re too late. You feel sluggish, power draining and consciousness slipping. You crumple to your knees, hardly feeling the harsh impact, only being able to tell it was rough by the scrunched concern on the intruder’s face, which is now very close to yours. His mud slicked arms wrap around you for support. A tear falls out of the corner of your eye. He reaches to wipe it only to realize how dirty he is and yank his hand back.

No. No, no, no. How could he have found you already? Your heart thuds, hard and painful inside your chest.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry! You’ll be fine!” His voice is deep. It rattles in his chest, you feel the vibrations against your arm. It’s oddly comforting, considering the danger you’re in. His words and actions are strange considering he just drained your energy like it was nothing.

Your eyelids are getting heavier, harder to force open. His muscles tense under and around you and when you open your eyes again, you understand why. He’s carrying you. A steady rising motion as he carries you directly back to your room. A faint croak comes from directly in front of the both of you; Frog leading the way.

“Traitor,” you croak back, and the man stiffens around you, picking up speed.

He could have dropped you straight from his arms to the mattress, he could do a great many more horrifying things, but he lays you down with utmost care. The moment his arms aren’t around you, the cold creeps in alongside the fear and you try to roll away from your perceived attacker.

“I’m so sorry, but you have to rest now.” He puts a hand on your shoulder, warmth spreads through your body. Your muscles relax, and you drift.

The last thing you see is Frog with its full attention on Tall, Dark, and Muddy.

…

You wake, this time, to a smell. Pancakes. The scent so thick, you can almost taste them on the air.

The sun is shining brightly through the windows, you groan and make a mental note to put the curtains up first. You fight your way out of the deflated middle of the air mattress and sitting cross-legged on the wood floor, test your magic. You cradle your energy inside of yourself and push it out into your hands. It’s there. It’s still there. He didn’t take it.

And then another thought.

He didn’t take your magic and he’s still here.

Idiot. Doesn’t he know what you can do to him?

You fumble down the stairs, head and body aching like the worst hangover you’ve ever had, making as much noise as you like in your own house. You may not be back to one-hundred percent, but you’re damn sure that you won’t be caught off-guard again.

You tread heavily into the kitchen, feet slapping against the tile not unlike Frog last night, hands ready.

You know that he knows you’re there, but he’s pointedly staring a hole into the floor. He’d bathed in the hours since you saw him last and commandeered one of your flat bed sheets, knotted and twisted around him in some places and barely covering anything in others. There’s an involuntary thump of something fragile under your ribs as you watch him avoid your gaze, focus entirely on the rapidly cooking pancake in the hefty cast iron skillet your mother had given you years ago to “help ward off evil.” Which is certainly interesting in this context.

You clear your throat and when he jumps, you raise your fisted hands and flick your fingers out in his direction, freezing him and everything else in the room. Not a witch then or he would still be moving. You must move quickly. Your ability to stop time, while helpful in a number of situations, is brief and confined to the room you’re in.

You cross the kitchen to him and place your hands on his arm, reaching down into him like you’d done with the pile of mud last evening, but all you feel is warmth, but not human heat caused by cells and a metabolism and mitochondria because there is no heartbeat, no trace of blood in him anywhere. Not a warlock or any other human variation. Something made into the form of a human, able to perform human tasks.

A creation of Malachi’s would have had orders to kill you once your powers were harvested, but here you stand, in your kitchen, in a home that’s barely yours with your hands on someone’s creation.

Time unfreezes much faster than you’re used to, an unfortunate side effect of last night, not that you notice. The sound of the cooking pancake barely registering as you’re lost in thought, combing through years of magic lessons to classify the strangely polite, and possibly dangerous, creature in your home. Though, you think, if he’d wanted you dead or to take your powers, he would have done so when he had the upper hand.

A low hum catches your attention and you look up into the face of the creature.

He stares at you, unstartled by your seemingly split-second closeness, with deep brown, almost black, eyes. His equally dark brown hair falls over his forehead, dusting his thick eyebrows, and then, so small that you’re not sure if it’s there, a crack on the outside crease of his right eye.

“Oh,” you drop your hands to your sides and take a step back and fight the urge to apologize.

The corners of his mouth turn up in a small tight smile and he goes back to watching the pancake, waiting a few moments before flipping it carefully.

“I have questions.”

“Okay,” he says and gestures with the spatula to go ahead.

“I guess I’ll go for the obvious one first: who are you?”

“I feel like a Taehyung,” he says thoughtfully, “I know that I’m not human, but that I look like one. I’m not sure what I am though.”

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“Yes!” He looks so pleased to know something and that fragile feeling is back in your chest. “I’m here to protect you.”

“If that’s true, then why did you attack me?”

Discomfort floods his face and he fidgets. “I was scared. I could feel all this energy coming at me and I just knew I would die if I didn’t defend myself, but it was you. I’m supposed to protect you, that’s like, my only job and I’ve already messed up. But the house wouldn’t have let me in if I wanted to do you harm!” He finishes quickly.

“You drained me, took all of my energy, my power. How?”

He whines a ‘sorry’ and shrugs his shoulders.

“Did someone send you?”

Another shrug. “I clawed my way out of the mud in the yard last night. That is my first moment. I don’t know how I know the things I know or how to begin to know the things I don’t. All I know is that I’m here for you. I have to keep you safe.”

The mud. Fuck, you’re so stupid. Of course, he came from the mud.

And of course, he could be only one thing.

You look at him, eyes wide with discovery. “Taehyung, you’re a golem.”

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sunshinechii-scenarios · 6 years

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Rainy Night

I felt really soft after watching their Grow Up M/V. Those lyrics hit me deep and I started crying omg im a looossseeerrr but seriously guys please take your time with what you’re doing. Don’t let your negative thought cloud over your positive ones and remember there’s always people to talk to! I’m always available to talk to anyone! - Chii

✿ Stray Kids’ Jisung x Female!Reader ✿ Fluff ✿ College!AU ✿ 2k words ✿ Not requested ✿ Written by Chii

Background info: Jisung and you have been in a relationship since sophomore year of high school. You both are in your 3rd year of college and you both go to the same one! You are a full-time college student and part-time worker at retail. Jisung is also a full-time college student and does music gigs with his band SK (wow what could that mean)

I made the following divider so please don't take it or use in your own posts, thank you .- Chii

It was just your luck when the RA of your dorm taped up the 'OUT OF SERVICE' paper on the elevator as soon as you walked through the front doors. He apologized to you and went back to his office, leaving you there. You took out your phone to text Jisung.

Y/N: I’ll be up in a bit. I keep the spare key at the bottom of the mailbox.

Jisung: Okay 😊 I’ll see you soon!!! 😚

You sighed as you walked up the flights of stairs to the 9th floor. Your shoes felt like they were made out of lead but in reality, they were waterlogged. The clanking of the contents inside your bag echoed in the hallway. The yellowish lights tainted the cream walls. At one point, you had to hold onto the green railing to catch your breath. Eventually, you got to your room. You come to a stop when you stood outside the dark wood door. Looking down at your rain soaked shoes, you made an effort to get as much rain as you could off of them before you walked in. You lightly stomp your feet on the Welcome Mat and shook them off. There was a green post it on your door.

“I won’t be coming back until tomorrow in the afternoon, overnight study group! I’ll see you in class.”

Your roommate’s note sparked your memory of the final in your English class tomorrow that you completely forgot to study for. The things in your bag moved around some more as you pulled out the silver keys from your damp pocket to unlock the door. You sigh at the warmth of your dorm as you stepped inside. Jisung probably turned the heat on for you seeing that it was pouring outside. You let your bag slide off your back and hit the floor. This got Jisung’s attention that you were finally home from working at the on-campus bakery.

"Welcome back." He said as he made a midnight snack of Oreos that he took from your hidden stash in your desk.

You made a soft hum to let him know you heard him. You took off your shoes and haphazardly hung the wet jacket on the coat rack behind the door. You watched the drops of rain hit the floor. You left it alone, it was going to dry anyway and no one was going to enter or leave the dorm after you came back. Jisung peeked out his head from the mini fridge in search of milk to catch sight of you fully. Your face was dull and down while your body looked like it was about to fall at any moment. He set down the blue and white packaged box as his eyes followed you to your bed.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he stood by the small coffee table he had just put the Oreos on. You didn't turn on the lamp that was on top of the nightstand that was sandwiched in between your roommate’s bed and yours.

"Mh." You mumble out. Not wanting to talk about it, you took off your wet socks and threw them in the laundry basket that was next to your desk. You pulled your shirt over your head causing Jisung to quickly look away and find sudden interest at the time on the clock. It was 1:33 AM.

"Why are you back so late? I was getting impatient, the bed was getting cold." He said jokingly and smiled but the dark room made it impossible to make out from your sight.

"The overnight shift girl was late and that made me late for the bus back here." You spit at him. Your words were unknowingly cold and harsh. You were irritated and annoyed. Jisung immediately knew something was off and got worried. Anyone would be annoyed at walking almost 20 minutes from the bakery to the dorm in the pouring rain but there was more than that.

"Hey, wait. Are you okay?" His voice was full of concern for you but you just needed to hop into the shower right now and talking to him was pushing it back.

"Obviously not! Does it look like I'm okay?" You turned to him and shouted. He was shocked. You realized how you sounded and turned away from him.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm going to go take a shower. Don't wait up for me." You gather your things while Jisung's eyes were still on you up until you closed the door to the bathroom.

You let yourself strip down from your underwear that stuck to your body uncomfortably. The rain really soaked through everything. You wasted no time in turning the hot water on and letting your tense muscles loosen. Jisung, on the other hand, was digging in duffle bag he bought for the night for something specific. Once he found it, he took off his sleeping shirt and threw on the sweater. He went to look for the thermos he prepared before he left his shared dorm with Seungmin. It was some calming tea that he knew you liked to drink on rainy days. You mentioned that you ran out of it and hadn’t been able to go to the store to buy some more. He decided to pick it up after his band practice with the boys before it started raining heavily that day. He gripped his hand around the silver bottle to see if it was warm and then opened the top to let some of the heat out. He left the bottle to cool on the coffee table while he went to your bed and fluffed up the pillows just in time for you to walk out. Your eyes landed on Jisung's pose on the bed. His body was parallel to the metal bed frame while his elbow was up and supporting his head. His knee was up while the other was rested straight.

"Hey there, cutie." Jisung saw you in one of his oversized shirts he gave you and sleeping shorts. He had to hold himself back with how cute you looked.

"Jisung, not tonight." After that hot shower you just wanted to sleep the night away until you had to go to class the next morning.

"Come on, I bought out your favorite sweatshirt of mine." You observed the gray fabric on his body and looked for the Champion® logo.

"I'll get it wet." You said as you frowned, you bought the sweater for him as a gift and the last thing you wanted to do was get it wet.

"Wow, my arms sure do feel empty right now." Jisung said as he grabbed a pillow and held it in his arms. He closed his eyes and gripped onto it. One eye opened when he heard your giggling.

"I'm coming you loser hold on." Jisung smiled happily as you tried to get as much water as you could out of your hair before draping the towel on a rack behind the bathroom door. You happily jumped into the bed and sat on your knees by Jisung’s side.

“Oh! Hold on!” His cheeks raised as he went to get the thermos from the coffee table. The weight on the bed shift as the springs creaked. He walked back and sat at the edge of the bed. You felt the weight shift again. The scent of its contents filled your senses.

“Jisung, is that what I think it is?” You said a little too excitedly. Jisung laughed at your overly excited attitude. His light laughter filled the room.

“Yeah! I picked it up today! It’s still pretty hot and I wouldn’t want you burning your tongue.” He said as he set it down on the nightstand on your roommates side. You waited for him to turn back around to you. You threw your arms around his shoulders and rested your head at the base of his neck.

“You’re too good for me. I’m sorry about earlier.” You said as you stayed in the position. Jisung sighed and bought his arms around your waist.

"Talk to me Y/N. You’ll feel a lot better once you get it all out.” He said as he moved around so you two could be in a more comfortable position to talk.

“You really are the best.” You said after you had placed a quick kiss on his chubby cheek. You sighed and got ready to unleash all your emotions and events throughout the day. Jisung reached his arm over to grab the thermos and fully unscrew the cap.

“I was about to leave since my shift ended but the manager said the night shift employee wasn’t here yet. I stupidly agreed to stay until she came but it’s not like I couldn’t say no, she's my boss.” You took the cap from Jisung and took a sip of the tea before setting it back on the table.

“That was also the last bus. While walking home bus my shoes got wet! You would think that people would be more cautious while driving in the rain and go slower but no! That was the last thing I needed today.” The bus you usually took back to the dorm already left by the time you stepped foot outside the bakery. You went on to continue talking about the second half of your day. Your classes were fine, lessons went well and you had a really good lunch. Everything turned bad when you stepped into the bakery.

“There was a bunch of rude students who demanded their orders even though their food cards had a balance of $0.00! It makes sense of check your card before ordering and trying to pay with it right?” You finished your sentence to look up at him. He smiled and kissed your temple softly.

“Mh-mh.” Jisung hummed to agree while he kept you in his arms. His thumb running across the knuckles on your hand that he was holding.

“Then the manager ended up blaming me for being rude to the customer even though she didn’t listen that they were broke as a college student could be. They got their free meal and I got an annoying earful.” You took another sip of tea, it was cooler now so you ended up gulping it down. When you coughed, Jisung got startled and grabbed the tissue box on the nightstand and took some out for you.

“Thanks, I think I need to stop drinking tea like that.” You wiped your mouth and chin area before balling it up and tossing it into the waste bin.

“Great shot babe!” Jisung let go of your hand to hi-five and then immediately went back to holding your hand.

“Were you able to take any breaks?” Jisung said. You sighed and nodded left to right.

“No. I didn’t get to eat dinner either because the food stand in school already closed.”

“I wish I knew, I would have picked something up.”

“It's alright, I'll wake up early and get something to eat before my morning class starts,” you paused and then groaned.

“Speaking of class, there was a wonderful exam in the afternoon.

”“You'll do well on it, trust me. English isn't as bad as you think it is! Just don't over think the questions and you'll do great like you always do.”

“Thanks,” Jisung waited for you to say something but you pressed your head against the sweater. Your head was to his heart and hearing the rhythmical beating of it.

"Why is it so hard for me?" You desperately didn’t want to wet it with your tears but you couldn’t help it.

"Hey, listen to me." You felt his hand cup your face to look up at him.

"You did really well today. You're doing good. If it gets hard, don't worry. It's alright. You had a bad day and everyone has those. I'll be by your side, Kay?” You hummed and let yourself enjoy his home-like warmth. You two laughed soon after his stomach growled, “oh my gosh. Moment ruined.”

“You know, Felix found a 24/7 Asian fusion restaurant that delivers right to the dorm door.” Jisung said as he fished his phone out from his sweatpant pocket.

“Then what are we waiting for?” You two smiled and giggled at the hour of 2 am.

Bruh Ive had this as a wip for like 2 weeks. I finished this the April 16th but bc I schedule my stuff you'll see this much later. I WAS EDITING THIS AND I JUST REALIZED!!! NO JISUNG DIDN'T WANNA DO THE DO™ HE WANTED TO CUDDLE IDK IF SOME OF Y'ALL MIGHT GET THE WRONG IDEA BUT NO HE'S A SOFT BOI and underaged ya nasty. A gentle reminder to not sexualize minors. Legit felix was like “I’m still a minor” soooooo chill yourselves. No shade bc idk anyone who writes like SK nasty stuff but thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

Please don’t claim this as your own and please don’t do anything with it without my permission. If you don’t want it happening to you, don’t do it to others.

#stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #jisung scenarios #jisung imagines #jisung fluff #han scenarios #han imagines #han fluff #chii

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dj-yukio · 6 years

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Clothes

She had been expecting this for a while, she told herself.

Ever since the number of her clothes started dwindling, Hanten had already prepared herself for something similar. She had a few hidden stashes throughout her room, just in case she completely ran out at the last minute. And yet...

Somehow, her wardrobe was completely empty.

Not even her basic clothes and usual jackets hung on the hanger.

Hanten groaned, pulling off the sticky blood-stained shirt off of her skin.

Really? Was this what it had come to?

She walked out of her room, peering down from the second floor to find the person she was looking for at the table having a snack.

“Hey! Kuro!”

Kurotsuno looked up from her phone, plopping a piece of chocolate in her mouth, clearly displeased by the interruption. “Hmm?”

“Can I have my clothes back? I’m ran out of them.” She pointed at the clearly oversized clothes that Kurotsuno was wearing. Honestly, she got that they were comfortable, but she needed them more than her.

She stared at her, eyes unblinking before she turned back to the plate of chocolate. “No.”

“What do you mean, no?” She leaped off the railing, landing smoothly next to her. “They’re my clothes!”

The dummy only shrugged. “It’s my house, my rules. Anything I want in the house is mine.”

“You literally stole my school uniform, my jackets, my tops and my bottoms.”

“So?”

“They’re my clothes! This is the only set I have left!” She pointed at her soiled clothes, which only led to a slight raise of the brow from Kurotuno.

“...Buy more.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose, knowing what her real intention was. “My pocket money is only coming next week.”

“Then go borrow some.”

She slammed her elbows into the table, grabbing onto her face in frustration before getting up and gesturing to herself. “I’m the tallest in the house, none of your

clothes can fit me.”

“Then go nude for all I care.” Kurotsuno waved her away as she munched on another piece.

“Oh, come on! Not even a jacket?”

“Not even a jacket. Now go away. I’m busy.”

The air of finality convinced her to give up. Kurotsuno was pretty stubborn when she wanted to be, after all. She groaned before marching out of the house to take out her frustration.

“She sure has a determined mind to keep what’s hers, huh?” He slithered up to her neck, curling around it as he faced her.

She shooed him off, punching one of the trees in exasperation, leading to many surprised squawks from above. “Geez, those are my clothes. What, does she think I can somehow magic clothes from thin air?”

Anten tsked, his grin barely containing the laughter from the fun he was having. “I pity you. You’re just going to have to live with this.” Then he sobered up, using his tail to poke her side, making her remember of that incident. “Are you really going to go nude?”

She shoved him away as she sparked a flame in her other hand, ignoring his cry of pain when he landed on the ground. “I’ll do it later after they all sleep. Besides, even if she does see it, she’s gotta have a bigger one.”

“Ha! Ah, the lives of teenage girls are just full of interesting things. Makes me wish I had spent more time with the girls in my class when I was your age.”

Rolling her eyes at his statement, she sighed as she slid her hand down across her face before realisation struck her. “Hey, can I borrow your clothes?”

“Haha. No.”

“Wha-why?!” She turned to face him, flabbergasted. “You don’t even need them, you stingy stinking snake!”

“Hey!”

“Stingy slimy stinking snake!”

“Why you- I’m not slimy nor do I stink!”

...maybe she should have stayed on his good side, she thought as she ended up nursing a bite wound.

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The sound of creaking floorboards woke her up.

Kurotsuno yawned, getting up as she rubbed her eyes. Of course. Of course she had to be hungry now of all times. And she had to be loud while she was at it.

Leaning against the table for some support to help, she pushed herself onto the floor, dragging herself towards the door. Oh, she was so going to-

She hesitated before she even managed to finish that thought, an unnatural chill making her shiver as she twisted the knob open. There was just that something in the air that made her feel like something had gone very wrong.

Oh, and the feeling that it was partially her fault that it had even happened. That was rather strong in the air as well. Kurotsuno fully intended to ignore that, pushing it off as simply paranoia as she walked down the steps. The sound of crinkling metal got louder the nearer she got to the kitchen, signifying that a particular friend of hers was awake as well.

Honestly, who wakes up at three in the morning just to raid the kitchen? She sighed as she reminded herself of the answer. Only Hanten.

“Hanten, do you have to be so lo-“ She started, wanting to give her a piece of her mind before her eyes widened. She blinked. And she blinked again.

This could not possibly be happening, right?

Hanten waved at her, her back still thankfully turned towards her as she opened the cabinets around in the kitchen. “Yo. Morning.”

It felt like it was just a normal night, where she would chide and nag at her for being too loud in the early morning hours. Yet, it felt like a dream from how potentially lewd and unrealistic the entire scene in front of her was.

Just to check if she was dreaming, she walked up to the demon before her and pinched hard on the pink flesh at her stomach area.

The loud yowl that followed informed her that she was not.

Kurotsuno could feel her face heat up the more she looked, and despite her trying to cover her eyes, she couldn’t keep them off of her. Especially not with that waving tail of hers, which was awfully close to- she pushed her head away to face the other direction. “What the...what are you doing?”

Hanten rolled her eyes, pulling the refrigerator door open as she scoured for food. “Oh you know, just wanted to garner some support for naturalist demons, I was just going to bring myself to Lord Satanick to get him to sign the petition- what does it look like I’m doing, sunbathing naked in the moonlight?”

She whacked her head as hard as she could, earning a quiet ‘ow’ before whisper shouting her next question. “Where the hell are your clothes, you moron!”

“In the washing machine.” Her tail nonchalantly pointed to the whirring machine at the corner, her back bent as she moved some things in the fridge, giving herself a clear view of- Kurotsuno shielded her eyes to avoid any more lewd thoughts going through her mind. “Why?”

“Don’t you have any more clothes?!” She knew that perhaps she should have gone easy on her recently developed habit of stealing clothes, but surely it hadn’t gone that awry?

The shake of her head made her sigh as she realised her assumption was wrong.

“Don’t you-“ she swore internally as she could barely get a sentence out while keeping her face straight. “Don’t you- Where’s your- don’t you have a sense of decency?! What about a towel? Or something?”

“Too troublesome.” She stood upright, the fridge door fortunately protecting her parts of her body below her shoulder level as she raised a brow at her. “It’s three in the morning. No one ‘cept us is here.”

“Still-“

“Besides,” she closed the door, giving Kurotsuno an unfortunate full view of herself as she walked past her with a bottle, “You did say I could go nude for all you cared. So what’s the problem?”

“I- you-” she groaned as she followed suit, trying to find a way to explain the situation to the clearly shameless girl in front of her. “I was joking, you dumba-” She paused as she started to notice that patches of her skin were of different shades of color, with pink shininess practically dotting her. And along her side, there was a rather large mark, clearly having a distinctly different cause to result in it. “Why do you-”

“And we’re both girls.” She was startled as Hanten interrupted her, pulling off the tab on the bottle as she sat down on the sofa, taking a large gulp before gesturing to Kurotsuno to sit next to her. “What’s your point? Plus, it’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen me like this.”

If she thought her jaw couldn’t drop any further, she was wrong. She didn’t even know which part of that statement she should address in the first place: the part which implied she had actually seen the other nude, or the part where she had no memory of such an incident occurring. Then she shook her head before pointing at the mark, trying to keep her focus. “Why do you have a huge mark on your side?”

Hanten shifted uncomfortably at that. “I mean, I get into a lot of fights-“

“Yes, but that definitely did not just come from a fight.”

Hanten raised a brow in confusion. “I-” Then she scrunched up her brows in deep thought before looking back at Kurotsuno. “Don’t you have one too?”

She was taken aback, trying to rack her memory for any incident that would have given her a scar that huge before giving up as she couldn’t remember. The last few times she had checked, she never had that sort of marking on her. “What the- why would I have one?”

“Because-” She paused, seemingly considering her options before she sighed, glanced back at her momentarily before looking down. “Eh, it doesn’t matter anymore.”

She narrowed her eyes, her thoughts running wildly. Had she lost a fight and didn’t want to admit it? What sort of dangerous things was she even doing? “What do you mean it doesn’t matter? There’s a huge scar right at your side!”

Hanten waved her hands and shifted herself such that the sofa covered up most of the mark. “It’s really not important anymore, it happened along time ago.”

Kurotsuno huffed, pulling her waist to have a better view of the scar. “Fine, don’t tell me what happened to you that got you that. What did you mean by I should have one too?”

“...You shouldn’t bother yourself with remembering it.”

“Don’t tell me what to do and what not to do.” She glanced back down at the mark before continuing to push. Now that she had a better look at it, the markings reminded her off crow glyphs. Did she do this? She didn’t remember anything about that. “At least give me a hint.”

Hanten looked away. “Let’s just say... we both got hit with some magical stuff. And that happened to stick to me. Ya, basically.”

Some magical stuff? They got hit? She thought hard and long, considering instances where both of them had gotten hit. It couldn’t have been recent, since it was clearly something she didn’t want her to remember.

Then it clicked.

“Oh.” The look of sudden understanding and realisation must have appeared on her face from how the other demon was nodding. That blast all those years ago. She had taken it straight to the chest. Now she remembered. Her face scrunched up, deep in thought. No wonder she assumed that she would have had a one. For some reason, it hadn’t made its mark on her skin unlike hers.

“Yeah, that’s why I said it didn’t matter.” She twirled the empty bottle within her fingers before laying it flat on the table.

She hesitated before asking her next question. “Do you think it’ll ever go away?”

Hanten raised a brow at the strange question before grinning. “Nah, it’s probably staying.” Then she stretched her leg out. “But it makes for a pretty cool tattoo, no?”

Kurotsuno snorted and rolled her eyes in response at that. Trust her to be able to spin the whole thing around like her namesake.

Maybe it was a good thing she had taken all those clothes then.

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I think my mood changed halfway from the originally funny piece to whatever that was at then end

Oh right, the reason Kurotsuno doesn’t have such a mark is because her horn absorbed that shtuff

Bonus:

She was about to leave their conversation at that when she heard the dryer’s signal when a sudden thought cane to her.

“Hey, about the thing where I saw you nude before, was that true?”

Hanten’s grin froze just as her form did against her, as if in some sort of shock before she hesitantly answered. “Uh... sort of.” Taking a deep breath, she scratched the back of her head. “You know how we used to shower together?”

Kurotsuno nodded, looking at Hanten to get her to continue. Finally. That was something she remembered fully. “Didn’t we agree that we’d keep our eyes shut?”

“Well,” she scratched her neck, nervously laughing, “someone had to see where the shower head was...” She hesitated as she heard a growl beside her ear, grinning a bit as she felt the sense of danger getting closer. “So ...maybe I did sneak a peek...?”

“Why you-“ Kurotsuno grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down against the sofa. “You fucking perv-“

“What are you two doing?”

Both demons froze at the new voice, slowly facing the ghost who was sleepily floating in the air, eyes still half shut.

“I heard shouting and lots of talking.” Met yawned and rubbed her eyes before her eyes widened. Then her eyes darted between the two of them, and Kurotsuno became painfully aware of how the entire scenario must have looked like. Her face started heating up, and before she knew it, she had thrown Hanten upwards onto the ceiling, leaving a hole in the ceiling as the other screeched in surprise. “It’s not what it looks like!” She screamed as she started summoning her knives to keep the Met’s mouth shut before either of the yokais would join them.

From the pool of blood that was forming on the floor, it didn’t seem like the red haired girl believed her one bit. “I’ll... just leave you to your private things...”

“It’s really not what it looks like!”

#kurotsuno #hanten (mogeko)

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forlornmelody · 6 years

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Sudden Downpour

Rating: T

Ship: FemShep/Kaidan Alenko

Summary: The good news is Kaidan Alenko is finally attracted to someone. The bad news is that someone happens to be his commanding officer.

Notes:@commanderduckling requested some rain and warm blankets for fshenko. I went ahead and wrote it for Jane Shep and Demi!Kaidan. Hope you don’t mind. :) Also, this is way longer than a ficlet. I uh...I got carried away. e_e;

Also, my finances took a turn for the better, so I’m officially closing requests/commissions. I need to discuss some things with PayPal, anyway.

After a brisk, and rather bittersweet mission on Noveria, Shepard had Joker set a course for Earth. Liara needed time to grieve, Shepard needed a goddamn break, the crew needed some shore leave, and well, Kaidan Alenko needed to pick up his sweater.

Kaidan set his wake up call on his omni-tool extra early, just before dawn. No need to face any more of Wrex’s or Ashley’s jibes, and Kaidan needed to feel the crisp Canadian air. He set out in jeans and a long sleeve shirt, and a pair of sneakers. Pulling up his omnit tool as he stepped into the airlock, Kaidan didn’t see the woman already standing inside.

“Oh, hey, Kaidan.” Shepard stood there in a pair of sweats and N7 t-shirt. No surprise.

“Hey. Going for a run?”

“Mmhm.” Shepard chewed her lip for a second, eyeing him. “You know, I could use a jogging partner.”

Kaidan grinned. “Sure. Let me change my clothes real quick.”

The sun had just nudged above the horizon when they left the spaceport. Jane stretched her legs, reaching down to touch her toes. “So….last one across the bridge buys brunch.”

“You’re on.”

Jane Shepard took off.

“Hey!” Kaidan chased after her, laughing with her.

“Too slow, Alenko!” Jane sure moved fast. Kaidan had just managed to catch up with her when they neared the other side of the water, only to be knocked aside with a biotic throw.

“Cheater!” Kaidan balanced himself by pulling towards the opposite rail.

Jane paused a few meters ahead, catching her breath. “Couldn’t let you win, now could I?”

Kaidan pulled up beside her, wiping his brow. “I demand a rematch.”

“You’re on--Hey!” She looked up just in time to see him take off without her.

“Taste your own medicine, Shepard!”

They ran like that for several blocks, until they nearly collapsed. Together they hung off a park bench, wheezing, when the a drop of water landed on Kaidan’s nose. “Uh oh.”

“Shit.” Shepard looked to the west, noticing the dark clouds for the first time. “Storm’s rolled in.”

Kaidan pulled up his omni-tool, making a face. “We’re a good 20 minute run from the Normandy.”

As if the clouds heard him, they unleashed a torrent of rain.

Shepard grabbed Kaidan’s arm, pulling him towards the nearest hotel, and booked a room with a washer and dryer inside. They pulled off their sopping wet clothes as simple as stripping off their armor in the shuttle bay. With both sets of clothes in the dryer, Kaidan handed Shepard one towel and took one for himself.

Toweling her hair, Shepard sighed. “Much better.”

“Totally worth the credits.” Kaidan dried off his arms and legs, running the towel down his chest. Wait a second, was Shepard staring? By the time he looked, Shepard had already shifted to drying off her feet. He must have been imagining things. Shepard would never do something so unprofessional, no matter how badly some of the crew wished otherwise.

“I promise I’ll pay you back.” Shepard wrapped herself in a third towel, laying down on the bed.

“Don’t worry about it, Shepard.” Kaidan tucked his towel around his waist, settling in next to her.

“At least let me buy your next round of drinks.”

“Fine, fine.” Kaidan activated the television with his omni tool, scrolling through tv guide. “Any suggestions?”

Shepard wrapped her arms around her middle. “Could you turn the heat up?”

Kaidan saw goosebumps on her arms. “Sure thing.” Or not. “There’s some glitch with the thermostat. I could call the front desk and--”

“--Don’t worry about it.” Shepard pulled up the covers, deftly sliding underneath. How she managed with a towel around her middle, Kaidan had no idea.

Now that she mentioned it, it was getting a little cold. “Mind if I join you?”

Shepard smiled, though she had trouble meeting his eyes. “Not at all.”

Kaidan maneuvered his way under the blanket, re-wrapping his towel to be on the safe side. All settled, he started scrolling through the program options.

“This is nice.” Shepard murmured softly.

“Definitely beats jogging our soggy asses all the way back the Normandy.”

She broke out laughing. “Sure does.” Kaidan looked over to see Jane Shepard, Sole Survivor of Akuze, chewing her lip. “I mean, the company.” He barely heard the next part. “A lot better than the people I shared hotel rooms back on Earth.”

That stopped him short. “You mean…?”

Jane swallowed hard, fingering a piece of lint on the blanket. “Yeah. I used to turn tricks.” She added quietly. “Before the Alliance, I mean.”

Kaidan thought over his next question carefully. He didn’t want to hurt her, but something about learning about her secrets thrilled him. “But I thought you joined up the moment you left the Reds.”

“And the Reds don’t sell sex.” Jane eyed him, nearly smiling. “Someone’s done their homework.”

Kaidan shrugged. “They were pretty active in Vancouver.”

Jane nodded. “Yeah they were. And you’re right...I don’t usually tell people this, but I didn’t enlist right away after leaving.” She took a deliberate breath. “I didn’t really want to. I hate taking orders.”

“I can see that.” They both laughed.

“I lasted about a week on my own.” Shepard stared through the television screen. “I’d book one session to pay for the hotel room for the night, so I could sleep in the few hours til checkout. I’d turn another to pay for dinner. Anything beyond that I saved for a ticket off planet.”

“What happened?”

Jane shrugged. “Nothing bad. I mean, it wasn’t glamorous.” She cleared her throat. “Most people paying for sex….aren’t the kind you’d want to sleep with.” Casting the piece of lint off the side of the bed, she added. “I guess I didn’t like being on my own. Say what you want about the Reds, but I could at least count on them to watch my back. Until I ran away, that is.”

“And so could the Alliance.”

“Yeah.” Jane grimaced. “Sorry. This wasn’t supposed to turn into another therapy session.”

“I don’t mind.” Kaidan smoothed his hand over the blanket, the television long since forgotten. “I feel like I’m seeing a side of you that no one else does.”

Shepard laughed softly. “You got that right.” She looked up at him, her warm brown eyes glimmering in the low light. “What I meant to say...is you’re a great guy to share a bed with, Kaidan.”

He chuckled. “Not often I’m bed with my commanding officer.”

Jane quirked an eyebrow, leaning devilishly close to his face. “Oh? Have you done this before, Alenko?”

Something about the way she said it--the drop in her voice, the stir off her biotics against his own in such close proximity, the heat of her body next to his, sent a pulse straight down his spine.

Holy shit. He was attracted to her.

Kaidan hadn’t felt this way about anyone, man, woman, or otherwise, in years. He had forgotten what it felt like. Clearing his throat, he answered, “No, this is a first.”

The woman next to him faltered. “Am I being inappropriate?”

Kaidan’s words are out of his mouth before he can stop himself. “Not at all.”

Shit. He was attracted to her.

Why did it have to happen with the last person he should be falling in love with? And Kaidan knew it was love, not just lust. He didn’t know how to feel one without the other.

Shepard smiled, and it made his mind race just that much faster. “Good. I’m far too comfortable to move.” She nestled closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

Shit. He was in so much trouble.

#mass effect #fshenko #jane shep #Kaidan Alenko is a biromantic demisexual and you can pry that headcanon from my COLD DEAD HANDS #fluff?#what is this madness?#melody writes

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normansollors · 4 years

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mjsmum · 7 years

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Does a beautiful birth experience even exist?

It might seem as if I've opened the blogging flood gates, but I'm very aware that baby challenges change as quickly as the direction of the wind, and I want to get my feelings in order about some of the early topics before they fade to make way for new parenting dilemmas.

Matilda will be two weeks old tomorrow, and I feel like I'm finally ready to talk about my labour experience. In fact, I may have left it a little too late, as I would contemplate having another baby now - whereas at the time I strongly declared to Jim that we were getting a cat next time!

The naivety of going natural

Like many women, I had a strong desire for a natural, holistic birth experience. I'd like to consider myself a tough cookie when it comes to pain management, and I told myself that the discomfort would only be temporary, and that I could feel empowered by the act of bringing new life into the world with minimal medical assistance.

To support this goal, I started arming myself with tools to help me prepare for a painkiller-free birth. I attended prenatal yoga classes to learn controlled breaths; I consulted a herbalist to learn about natural remedies; I rented a tens machine, and wrote a birthing plan that was all about a water birth and absolutely no pethidine or epidural under any circumstance.

When reality starts getting in the way

The first sign that my birth experience wouldn't be all it was cracked up to be came in week 28 of pregnancy, when I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. After struggling to control it with dietary changes I was put onto metformin tablets with my evening meal, and nightly insulin injections. This meant two things:

1 - I would be induced around my due date if baby didn't make an early appearance

2 - the likelihood of needing extra monitoring was such that a water birth would be highly unlikely

I could write a whole separate blog post on the impact of GD on my pregnancy experience, but the overwhelming effect on my labour plan was one of panic . That my choices were being taken away from me. And it's hard to remain empowered when the things you wanted for your birth experience are being taken off the table one by one.

However, as my due date drew nearer and Matilda's weight and measurements began to shoot off the chart, I was secretly glad not to be enduring the agonising two-week countdown of being overdue, and one day before her due date we decamped to hospital to be induced.

The long wait for labour to begin

In the middle of my labour, my midwife (who was incredible - more on that later) declared that unless it's for medical reasons, she doesn't know why anyone has an induction, and I can understand why. Turns out it involves a whole lot of waiting around - two days in my case - for something to happen.

You're stuck in a side room while women in natural labour filter past you to the delivery suite, with someone poking their head round the door every few hours to take your blood pressure or shove a finger up your hoo-ha just in case anything has kicked off.

The best thing I did during this time was send Jim home for some proper sleep, as we had no idea how gruelling the first few days of parenthood would be. The worst thing I did was to let my mixture of fear and excitement keep me awake at night, as I could've used the energy for labour when it finally happened. However, it did give me the chance to binge watch my way through series 6 of ER on DVD!

Eventually, after a pessary, two gels and a sweep, I began to feel period-like pains in my stomach, and requested some light pain relief from the midwife. A dose of paracetamol and codeine later I got back into bed, and felt something start to trickle down my leg. By the time I got to the bathroom my waters gave way fully, and after a dramatic gush all over the floor I realised I was standing there with soaking wet pyjama bottoms. Things were finally kicking off!

Thank god for a hot shower

I don't actually remember much about early labour - it lasted around 5.5 hours, and Jim came back to the hospital as soon as my waters went - other than the fact I felt very alone. I was only checked by medical staff once or twice during this time, and it was hours before they would internally examine me to see how I was progressing.

It was a LOT more painful than I had imagined, and my yoga breathing went straight out of the window. My cries for more codeine were never answered, but one kind midwife did run me a bath. The water helped but I felt trapped in the restrictive porcelain tub, so got out after a handful of minutes.

Not being able to get comfortable basically summed up the early part of my labour. Standing was too much; sitting on the ball only worked between contractions; hanging off jim's shoulders worked temporarily, but didn't anchor me the way I needed. In the end, my absolute saviour was the en suite shower in my room. I turned it to maximum heat, grabbed hold of the hand rails in the cubicle and swayed from side to side for literally two and a half hours until someone came to check on my progress.

Everything...and then nothing

The good news on examination was that I was 9cm dilated and ready to go to the delivery suite. I'd lost the will to put clothes on by that point, so the midwife wheeled me up there in a towel and blanket with soaking wet hair - oh the glamour!

For me, the first hour in the delivery suite was the only moment of clarity and control in the whole labour experience. My midwife, Toni, was very calm, soothing and experienced. My contractions slowed to a manageable level, and I felt happy enough to proceed with my plan of as natural birth as possible, with just gas and air to see me through.

Had I known what was about to come, I would have taken the epidural offered to me at that point, but for some reason I was still hell bent on this badge of honour of pushing a baby out with minimal pain relief. Next time, I'm taking the drugs!

What should've been the beginning of the end was actually the start of 6 of the most tiring, painful and frustrating hours I've ever experienced in my life. And by the time Matilda arrived, I was so delusional and exhausted I felt like I was having some kind of out of body experience.

The slowing down of my contractions was the first of many things that started to go awry in those last few hours. They had to put me on a hormone drip to artificially stimulate me to contract three times every 10 minutes, and they also gave me IV fluid as Matilda was showing signs of dehydration.

I still wasn't dilated enough to push, so had to put up with a couple more hours of intense pain before being given the green light to start trying to pop my baby out.

Throughout those couple of hours I pleaded and begged to start pushing, but had I known what real pushing meant, I would've shut up and made the most of the gas and air! The physical effort involved with each push was so intense that I was physically sweating, and I definitely shit myself on more than one occasion, but by that point I no longer cared.

Time for intervention

What started to become apparent at the pushing stage was that Matilda just wasn't coming out. As much as I pushed her forward, she started to slip back, and after 90 minutes of body-wrenching squeezes, the midwife made the decision to call a doctor for assistance.

What I didn't know at the time was that doctor intervention had been discussed more than once during those final hours because of my 'failure to progress', but that my midwife fought tooth and nail at every stage to buy me more time. It was this determination that meant I didn't end up having a c-section, and I will be eternally grateful to her for being so persistent.

I don't think I'd really thought about what the end of my labour would be like in advance, but I never got that glorious moment of doing a final push to feel a slippery baby slide into the midwife's arms with a triumphant first cry. Matilda's heart rate began to drop, so the decision was taken to use forceps, and suddenly the room was filled with a team of doctors and nurses.

By this point I was basically hallucinating with adrenaline, pain and tiredness, so the final part felt slightly disembodied. I saw what I could only describe as a giant pair of salad tongs on the side, not realising that they were what was about to help deliver my baby, and then I was being dropped down and tilted backwards on the bed ready for the big moment.

The midwife explained to me that I needed to push hard with the next contraction, as the forceps were there to assist - they couldn't do the job for me. It was this next contraction where I basically had a total meltdown; the pain and discomfort of the forceps was like nothing I'd ever experienced, and instead of pushing I started screaming and begging for them to make it stop.

Here, the midwife stepped in with a bit of tough love and shouted at me to pull it together for the sake of my baby. It obviously did the trick as I gave it one final push and heard the staff telling me excitedly that my baby had arrived!

The eye of the storm - and the calm that followed

Because of the way Matilda was dragged into the world, we didn't get that idyllic moment where she went straight onto my bare chest for skin to skin. I didn't know at the time but her shoulders had got stuck so they'd had to rotate her to get her out. The cord was wrapped around her neck, and her apgar score was only 5, so they rushed her over to the side of the room to give her some inflationary breaths.

I remember everyone being calm but not hearing my baby crying, and repeatedly asking Jim and the staff if everything was ok. Then she let out the first of many wails we have since heard, and they briefly put her on a towel on my stomach to say hello.

At this point I was still lying flat on my back, legs akimbo in stirrups, unaware that I'd suffered a third degree tear and lost 800ml of blood. They explained to me that I needed to go straight into theatre for repair, so no sooner had I met my baby I was wheeled away, given a spinal block, and laid back down for repair.

Strangely, that moment in theatre was the beginning of the post-birth calm. I was so tired and overstimulated that I couldn't really think about the baby I'd left behind in the delivery suite - it almost felt as if it hadn't happened - and I zonked out into a deep sleep during the hour it took them to stitch me back together.

The next thing I remember is being transferred onto a different trolley and wheeled back to the now cleaned-up delivery room. I felt nothing but tingles from the waist down, and waiting for me was a plate of pie and mash and a peacefully sleeping baby, who was placed onto my bare chest. It still didn't quite feel real at that moment, but I wasn't in pain; all I felt was complete contentment.

Processing the reality of giving birth

The first couple of nights after Matilda was born I couldn't close my eyes without getting forcep flashbacks. To be honest, I felt haunted by the whole labour experience, but gradually the horror moments started to fade.

Over the next few days I began to fully process MJ’s birth, and realised that while it had been far from the holistic experience I had imagined, it had taught me some important lessons:

- Why do we put so much pressure on ourselves to make life even harder and have a natural birth? Real empowerment comes from making the best decision for you personally, and if we ever decide to go through it again, I will confidently ask for an epidural and feel no sense of shame

- Any woman who delivers a baby is a fucking superhero. Whether you deliver naturally in water or have an elective caesarean, you birthed a baby. That deserves a massive amount of respect

- Nothing that hurts that much can ever be empowering at the time, but you can definitely give yourself a massive pat on the back afterwards for getting through it. You are a female warrior!

- Never underestimate the power of a good birthing partner. I crushed every bone in Jim's hands during my contractions, and yelled at him every time our birthing soundtrack came to an end and needed rebooting, but he will never fully realise how just being there with that support in those moments got me through

- It's OK to come away from hospital with the opinion that labour sucks, and lament the gruelling process your body has been through, and continues to go though afterwards. Because when you're having a 'woe is me' moment you can pick up your perfect, tiny little baby and give her a tight cuddle, and realise all that pain and fear was completely and totally worth it

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