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xxxtrouvaillexxx · 3 years

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Let’s Strike a Deal

A/N: This is late, I know. If you have not realized from before, I’m really bad at meeting deadlines. Well, at least deadlines that I’ve created for myself to follow because I like to procrastinate things and frankly… what am I gonna do to myself? Band myself from tea until I’ve written a chapter? I don’t have the self control for that! And life is hectic. But you know, enough with my excuses and onto the story. Hope you enjoy. I always love feedback so please be sure to leave a comment! ALSO I wanted to give a TRY (key word) to first person. If I don’t like it... I might change it, idk. I should never write anything at 3am as per evidence below, especially without editing lmao

Pair: CEO!Tom x Reader

Synopsis: Y/N, the small town of Hawkshead girl trying to make her way in the big city of Westminster, London. Not as easy as she thought. When things start to take a turn for the worst one afternoon and only one man in the crowd of hundreds decides to help her, she does something rather uncharacteristic and gives her savor her number in case he could ever use help of his own. Course, she never expected for him to actually call her out on it.

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My time was limited. There was nothing left that had to be done here or anything left to pack. Everything I’ve ever owned sat in a car on the way to my new apartment and last of the suitcases were in the bed of my brothers pickup at this very moment while I sat on the floor of my room. There wasn’t anything left for me here, I knew that, but it was still difficult to say goodbye to the place that carried so many of my favorite memories and the imprints of my childhood that still were splayed around the surrounding room.

There were two dents in the wall right in front of me from when I was ten and hit my head after tripping on one of my toys, thumbtack holes that littered everywhere above the bed from forts that I would make with my brothers and friends, nail polish that was spilled on the carpet from times when I was too distracted with talking than keeping the bottle up straight, my engraved initials on the windowsill. The memories that I had made in this room were countless and they were all absolutely priceless.

“Y/N!” I heard your mother call from the living room, her voice was slightly hoarse from held back emotion and it broke my heart to hear her like that. “You got to get going, dear! You’ll miss your train if you wait much longer to head out.”

Taking a deep breath and slowly standing from the, now old, bed I made my way toward the door, feet dredging behind me and scuffing the floor as I walked out. “I know, Mama. I’m just-” the words caught in my throat and I was at a loss. “I’m really going to miss you guys so much.”

“Oh stop it, you’re gonna make me cry if you keep on like that,” She said giving a tight hug before pushing me out the front door. “You are going to love it in London so much you’re not even gonna be thinking about us here, so get goin’. Your brothers already waiting for you in the car.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at her antics, “I love you Mama! I’ll call you when I get there!”

Jumping into the passenger seat of the truck, I waved final goodbyes from the window, dramatically blowing kisses as the car started to drive away.

“You better!” She exclaimed, watching as we pulled out and down the road.

“She is going to be a mess when I get back home. I can’t believe you’re going to leave me to deal with that alone!” Christian, stuck driving you to the train station much to his dismay, gave you a mocking glare. “After all the things I’ve done for your, this is how you choose to repay me? I’m pretty sure I’m getting the short end of the stick here,” he laughed humorlessly.

“Ahhh~” I cooed and smiled, “You’re only saying that cause you know you guys’ are going to be missing me so much!”

“Miss you?” He scoffed, “Yeah right. What we’re going to be missing is your baking. It’ll be the greatest blow our family has faced since 1824.”

I gave a scathing look, “And what, if I may ask, happened in 1824?”

“Don’t know, but something bad probably.”

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I have never been so sore getting off of a bus in her life. The cheapest route to get to Westminster from Hawkshead was a train and 8 bus stops, totaling up to 10 or so hours in and out of vehicles. I groaned and stretched when my feet planted on hard asphalt for the first time in what seemed like forever. But, for all the soreness, I had made it to my destination with time to spare.

It was louder than I had imagined, crowded with traffic from all directions and people running any which way to get on with their lives. It was bustling and busy. Lively. Not exactly what I was used to which made me smile.

Wide.

I made it.

I only had a suitcase with me, the rest of her belongings would be delivered in a few days to the new apartment.

My apartment.

I was positively giddy at the thought.

It took a lot of self control to keep from skipping down the side walks while I somehow navigated the new scenery, but I managed to keep my excitement under wraps for the time being. Arriving an hour early gave me a bit of time to take in the bigger sites near by, like the Ferris wheel, the clock tower Big Ben, and my personal favorite- Westminster Palace and abbey. It was a dream of mine since I was little to see it in person, and now here I was standing mere blocks away from the grand building, elated and amazed.

Vibrating caught my attention and I barely managed to turn my eyes away from the sites in front of me to my phone, Kyra’s name popping up on the screen. My best friend and now room mate, Kyra Bardou, who was probably wondering where the hell I was now.

“Hey,” I drawled with an obvious grin I couldn’t even hide in my voice.

“Hey yourself! I’ve been waiting at the stop for 15 minutes with no sign of you only to learn you’re already in town and didn’t even bother to tell me!” She spoke so quickly I was shocked she didn’t run out of breath and laughed.

“I’m site seeing, sue me!” I turned and started making the slow walk back, “I’ll be back in a couple minutes, I promise.”

She only grunted in response and let me walk in a comfortable silence, letting me continue to take everything in while simply enjoying her presence on the line. It was the last few moments I’d get now, the last bits of my old life slipping through my fingers like sand in exchange for a new one.

And the chaos that comes with a big city.

Like robbers.

I couldn’t even let out a cry as I was shoved to the ground, my phone forced from my hand and my suitcase caught up in a strange mans arms. It took me a whole 5 seconds to get my bearings enough to yell at the man and give chase, shouting for help though no one so much as looked our way, just moved out of his.

“Stop!” I screamed, running but quickly losing him as he bobbed and weaved through the crowd skillfully. “Stop! Someone stop him!”

And this time, someone moved to action, running past me at an alarming rate and quickly gaining ground on my assailant before they both rounded a corner and I lost sight of them.

My heart dropped and I picked up speed again, hoping that I didn’t let them get far enough away for me to lose them completely, it would have been easy for them to get away from me here.

But when I turned around the block, I found the man on the ground with the track star of a man on top of him, already on the phone with I assume the police. I finally caught up to them and without thinking, hugged the man on the phone, a silent thank you while he spoke to whoever was on the line, before I gathered my things and hugging them close to me.

He smiled kindly, finishing the call and turning to me properly while still pinning the thief to the ground. “Are you alright miss?”

“Yes! Thank you so much, I’d have been completely lost without this,” I gestured to my luggage. “I can’t thank you enough for helping me get it back. I don’t even know how to get around town yet.”

He laughed and nodded. “So new to town then. It was my pleasure to help, though I was really just doing what anyone in my position would do,” he responded kindly.

Furiously I shook my head, “No, you didn’t. I don’t believe I saw a single soul other than you move to help. Unless you did but beat them to it at the last minute. Not that that it implausible, you are seriously fast on your feet.”

He laughed again and I noticed what a nice laugh he had, it was contagious and I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of my own now that my adrenaline was fading bit by bit. “Yes, well- I do enjoy the sport.”

“Dually noted,” I grinned, jumping a little when my phone started to buzz in my hands. Kyra’s name popping up on the screen again. “Shoot!” I exclaimed and answered. I wasn’t even able to put the phone to my ear before I heard her shouting my name on the line. “Kyra-”

“Oh my god, Y/N! What the heck happened, I heard you shout and then the line went dead! Are you okay? Did something happen? Where are you?” She was speaking so loudly I had to hold the phone away from my ear a safe distance as she spouted one question after another at me without reprieve.

My rescuer across from me chuckled, overhearing my frantic friend. “I’m fine, someone tried to steal my stuff on my way to meet you. Luckily someone came along and helped me catch him, otherwise I’d have lost everything. But everything is okay now, we are-” I looked around and realized I have no idea where we were.

He seemed to catch on to my newest distress and whispered, “Tell them we are on the corner of Tufton and Bennett’s Yard.”

I nodded and mouthed a thank you, “ Tufton and Bennett’s Yard,” I repeated and she said she’d be here in a 10 minutes and to sit and wait before hanging up the phone.

I slouched on the wall of some building, letting myself relax. “Not to be repetitive or anything, but thank you.”

He just shook his head, “No need. You’re friend sounded pretty worried about you, it wouldn’t do well to let her stew in that worry longer than needed.”

“Yeah, it’s been a few years since we last saw each other. She’d be pretty upset if something bad happened before I could even move in,” I laughed, though it didn’t quite sound right even to my ears. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” I introduced and stuck my hand out.

He took it and gave a firm shake, “Tom. It’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N. Even in these less than optimal circumstances.”

“The pleasure is mine, I assure you.”

“Y/N!” Someone yelled, and we both turned our heads to see Kyra sprinting full speed around her car and at me. I stood and braced myself for the collision of her, and fell back against the wall with the force of her body.

“Holy shit, girl! You scared the hell outta me, you could have died! This is why I told you to call me when you first got into town, you always manage to get yourself into trouble like this. What would I have told your parents if something happened, huh? Huh!?”

I grinned and pulled back to get a proper look at her. Her black hair, normally frizzy was sticking out in every direction and her honeyed eyes wide as she scanned me over, running her hands over my arms for injuries. “I’m fine, Kyra. I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner, you’re right.”

“I know I’m right!” She shot back with a glare, “That doesn’t make me feel any better!”

“Well, there is a first for everything after all.”

Tom laughed hard at our back and forth, making us both jump a little and look down at him. Before I could even say anything, Kyra was down on his level with the thieves shirt in her fists and a scowl that would scare the devil himself on her face.

“Is this the bastard that did this?”

“Let go!” I shrieked and pulled her off, albeit with a little effort. “Tom called the cops and they’ll deal with this properly. Not you,” I said sternly. She just let out a huff of a response and pushed herself back enough to look at Tom properly.

She gave him a once over and held her scowl in place, “So you’re the one who saved Y/N/N?”

He gave a small, hesitant nod and gave me a nervous glance. I just laughed and stood back up, as Kyra launched forward to give him a hug. “Thank you,” she murmured a few times and pulled back.

“No worries,” he said, and looked far less distressed now that Kyra didn’t look like she wanted to gut him. “I was there at the right time is all.”

“Yes, well- That doesn’t mean what you did was anything less than amazing. My whole life is in that bag and in that phone at the moment. Seriously, if there is anything I can do for you in return it’s yours. Ice cream, some roller skates, a kidney. Just ask.”

Everyone laughed at that and he nodded with an obviously sarcastic “sure”, just as the police arrived to take the culprit and our statements. Kyra mumbled something about them being slow and went to the car for a few minutes to be out of the way.

15 minutes later, everything was settled and they took the man away. Leaving Tom and I alone on the side walk again while I settled everything in my case to be sure I didn’t miss anything and quickly scribbled on a stray notecard.

“I meant it when I said I owe you one,” I said and handed the card with my name and number to him. “Just give me a ring if I can ever be of any help at all and I’ll come running. Though, probably much slower than you did.”

He tried to decline the offer only once, but after some persistence he took it with another smile, “Thank you, Y/N. Hopefully this will not be our last meeting. And hopefully never again under such pressing circumstances,” he held out his hand, and I took it, returning his earlier shake with a firm one of my own and I agreed.

“Until next time then,” he said and left.

I barely was able to take my seat in the car before Kyra grasped my arm with a devious smile, “Y/N/N- Did you just give that guy your number?” My silence was answer enough and she laughed, “Girl! No way!”

No way was right, I thought with a small smile of my own as we pulled away and started home.

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oogaboogasphincter · 3 years

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Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn (Ezra x f!reader)

Summary: Staying in a hotel on Puggart Bench while in between expeditions has given you and Ezra a lot of time to develop your relationship both emotionally and physically. On your last night before you depart for your next trip together, you decide to try out one of Ezra’s kinks. Your heartstrings aren’t the only things that will be getting tied up this evening.

Word Count: 6.8k+

Rating: E (explicit) 18+ ONLY! because this is like 80% smut

Warnings: mild allusion to a rocky relationship from this oneshot (both partners have made up and are now in an established relationship), smut, soft-ish bondage (f gets tied up), oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (obvi use protection irl please), dirty talk, swearing, a hand on a throat but no choking, one (1) instance of ✨spitting✨, questionable kink shaming??💀(a joke is made about daddy kinks), comma splice, atrocious metaphor and repetitive sentence structure galore. also no beta reader, and reader uses she/her pronouns and is afab.

Author’s Note: this is my first smut fic! i really appreciated all of the positive feedback that i got on my first fic (💚), so i thought i would do a smutty follow-up to it! if you haven’t read it and you’d like to, you can read it here. i tried my best to make this fic readable as a standalone oneshot though, so if you’d like to do that, that’s cool too! :) i think the only things new readers need to know are that Ezra’s nickname for the reader is Goose, and The Blue is a moon, like The Green, that Ezra, Cee and the reader traveled to in my last fic. also i reference the traffic light system a lot more in this fic than i have personally read in other fics, just because i feel like it’s a great way of checking in on your partner during sex. i know it might get a lil annoying after a while, but i think it’s important to keep it up. i also wanted to include it in my first fic bc even though i might not use it explicitly in my next fics, i want it to be understood that I think it’s super important to continue to check on your partner, etc. also i apologize if the smut isn’t “realistic”, as your writer is 100% a virgin skjfskdj💀 i don’t think that means that i don't know/can't learn how to write some smut though! however i would just keep that in mind💀, and i hope you enjoy it! :)🍀💜

p.s. i'd like to say thank you to @martinsmomo one more time for giving me the amazing request for my first fic! 💕

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“Go to the bedroom, strip to your underwear and wait for me.”

The patch job of your relationship with Ezra on The Blue was a success. Spending an equal amount of time with him alone, alone with Cee and as a trio boosted your strength as a group. The awkward silences and argumentative expeditions around The Blue were no more, and were replaced with friendly banter and jovial hikes. You and Ezra had made up so much that you had started to express your affection for one another physically.

On every third day or so, Cee would go out on a trip alone, needing some time to herself. It wasn’t that she couldn’t stand the two of you - although you and Ezra occasionally found joy in pushing her buttons - but she enjoyed doing activities by herself. It made her feel like she was fortifying her transition from teenager to young adult. You and Ezra couldn’t have agreed more and supported her independent decisions.

And on every third day or so, her absence from the pod allowed your courage to physically engage with Ezra to grow. The two of you had kept it to a minimum, not wanting Cee to notice any blushing cheeks or sweaty foreheads or panting chests when she would return. The majority of your time was spent just cuddling in positions that were a little too sexually charged to be considered platonic: a leg wound around a waist here, a hand gripping an ass there. The heaviest moment you had had was during a makeout session.

While lying down in Ezra’s makeshift bed and mingling tastebuds, you had hiked one of your legs up and over his hips. Soon after, you felt the tip of his cock poke the underside of your thigh. He couldn’t have been harder. You dared to relieve some of his pent up arousal while still maintaining some semblance of innocence and released your grip on his hair, slid your hand down his broad chest and slipped it underneath your leg to get to his erection. You held it and ran your fingers over the tip of it, then along its length, hoping to get a good idea of what your pussy would have to take on at some later time. The moment Ezra felt the light weight of your hand, he moaned deeply into your mouth. He had then broken your kiss and warned, “Goose, in all seriousness, you should highly consider concluding your investigation unless you want to throw me into a pit of agonizing embarrassment.”

You teased, his clothed cock still in hand, “Ezra, I think we should stick to swallowing each other’s tongues and not speaking in them.”

He had hummed in delight and grinned at you, then sighed, “Okay then, in your plebeian lingo: if you don’t stop rubbing my cock, I’ll cum in my pants.”

You both erupted in laughter, and you had snaked your hands back up his body and entangled them in his hair, taking his tongue in your mouth once again.

After your departure from The Blue, your gang had decided to stop on Puggart Bench and decompress for a while. Cee wanted to hang out with her friends before they all went their separate ways in their new adult lives, Ezra wanted to repay the loan he had taken out for his prosthetic arm and you wanted a real bed to sleep in. Not a pilot’s chair, not a bundle of blankets on a metal floor, but a real bed. With a mattress, a comforter, a nice set of sheets, a plethora of blankets and pillows. A two bedroom suite in Puggart Bench’s most prestigious hotel was what the three of you had booked for two months before another orbiting moon made its way into the Bakhroma System for the three of you to explore. Your group had engaged in some nice, familial-like activities, nourishing your found family dynamic.

You and Ezra had also spent quite a bit of time getting to know each other physically. While Cee would spend the day with her friends, you and Ezra never left your bed. Well, technically Ezra left the bed when he would stand, pull you to the very edge of it and subsequently use his newfound balance to pound into you with abandon. Your body hadn’t left the sheets, even when you knelt on the floor and took Ezra down your throat; your back pushed against the side of the mattress with every one of his thrusts.

Fast forward to the present day, and it is the last day you are on Puggart Bench before you leave for The Indigo, the new moon in town. Cee is spending the night at her friend’s house, where she will be having one last sleepover with all of the girls she won’t have the chance to connect with for an undetermined period of time. You feel guilty for looking forward to her leaving because you can only imagine what your bedroom will see of you and Ezra tonight.

While he washed your hair after a particularly exertive romp, Ezra had hinted that he had a kink that he wanted to try out with you. Without a definite return date from The Indigo, he offered that the two of you try it before you left for the moon, his desires getting the best of him. He never elaborated on what the kink is, as the both of you got entranced with washing the rest of your bodies. You plan on bringing it up tonight in the hopes of coming to a decision of whether or not you two have the patience to wait to test it out or not.

The two of you are now putting on a facade of patience as Cee packs her things in her room. You sit in between Ezra’s legs on the couch, back to his torso, both of you reading a different book. The text fails to retain your attention, so you place a finger on the page you are on and fold it over. You shift your head against Ezra’s chest to look up at him, pupils dilating immediately as they take him in. Black thick-rimmed reading glasses grace his face, the only indication in his rugged appearance that he would be a bookworm. He glances down from his book to meet your eyes, smiling at you. He brings his right hand down, brushing the back of the dark grey metal against your cheek. You smile back at him, and a naughty thought pops into your brain.

With your free hand, you find Ezra’s cock in an instant and palm it through his pants. His mouth drops in blissful surprise, but he’s quick to sit up and yank your hand away from his now hard dick. He snaps out a whisper, “Patience, Goose,” and places a light kiss to your temple. He gets up and walks away, afraid that you would just try to place your hand right back where it was. He was also afraid that he wouldn’t have the strength to stop you the next time.

Suitcase clips clap from Cee’s bedroom, and moments later she walks into the living room. You look up at her from the back of the couch: still pouting that Ezra shooed you away, and he looks up at her too, standing behind the kitchen counter: hiding his erection. You both fight through your mutual embarrassment and smile at her, noticing her excitement. She beams at the two of you, suitcase in hand, and raises her shoulders, “Well, I’m going to go now.”

She starts to walk to the door and Ezra follows her, putting a hand on her shoulder, “Have a good time, Sparrow. We’ll swing by and scoop you up tomorrow afternoon.”

Cee smiles up at him, “Will do.”

Ezra retracts his hand and puts both in his pockets, “We hate to bar you from seeing your friends and leading a more stable life, but we really do find solace in your company on our travels. It keeps us grounded, as much as one can be on an orbiting moon.”

She turns so that she faces both of you, “No, that’s okay. I really enjoy being with you guys. You’re like a family that I got to pick.”

Tears threaten to run down your cheeks as you get up and rush over to her to give her a tight hug. She returns your embrace and Ezra follows shortly behind, encasing both of you in his arms. He draws giggles from his girls by placing a kiss on each of your heads, and after a moment of relishing in your found family, you all release one another. Cee says her final goodbyes, opens the door and closes it behind her, giving you and Ezra one last final smile of departure.

You feel ashamed by the amount of heat that floods your genitals as soon as you hear the lock of the door click closed. Ezra, ever sensitive to your every mood change, pulls you in close and presses his forehead to yours, “You know we have to wait, Goose.” You nod, all too familiar with your routine once Cee left. You would wait and listen for her to walk down the hallway to the elevators, press the down button, wait for the doors to open, walk inside the chamber once it arrived, wait for the doors to close and finally start to descend to the ground floor. You did so out of respect for her; you and Ezra would never be able to forgive yourselves if she were to, for example, forget something and come back to find the two of you in the middle of some heated relations.

Ezra’s fingers massage your shoulder blades as you anticipate the sound of the elevator opening, fully aware that he was not only dissipating any nerves you have but spurring your arousal on as well. He knows that thoughts of his fingers traveling elsewhere swarm your brain as he alternates the pressure his fingertips give you. With this knowledge, unbeknownst to you, he’s thinking about what his first order for you will be tonight. Would he introduce the kink that he alluded to the other day? Does he just want a night of repeating your default, mind-blowing agenda? How would you feel about reversing roles, and have you be his dominant and him your submissive?

The ping of the elevator down the hall snaps him out of his trance. You eagerly await the whir of the elevator going down, and seconds later your wish is granted. Ezra lets go of you and steps back, eyes raking up and down your body twice before telling you, “Go to the bedroom, strip to your underwear and wait for me.” Such straightforward instructions to come from such an elaborate man. Ezra doesn’t waste a second in giving you seductive orders the moment he hears the elevator descending, his hunger to devour you reaching unbearable levels. With your appetite consisting of the same ferocity, you follow his instructions and go to your bedroom. Plopping onto the bed and laying on your back, you kick your shoes off, shimmy out of your pants and slide your shirt up and over your head, tossing the items to the chair in the corner of the room where you and Ezra kept your clothes. You found it humorous that he, like you, implemented the “chair of discarded clothing” into his life.

Now in just your underwear and socks (Ezra had relayed to you that it is statistically easier to orgasm while wearing socks), you reach over into the nightstand and pull out a necktie. You had been rewarded with such powerful orgasms at the hands of Ezra - literally - that you often couldn’t hold in your cries no matter how hard you tried. The necktie’s usual resting place was in between your teeth, tied around your mouth in an effort to muffle yourself out of courtesy of your neighbors. Ezra’s mouth remained ungagged; the neighbors must’ve thought that he was trying out some new rigorous exercise regime with all of those heaves, grunts and... moans? What sort of move would cause his headboard to repeatedly knock on the wall?

You sit and rub your thumbs on the buttersoft navy silk of the tie, patiently awaiting Ezra’s entrance into the room and later your cunt. A few moments later he comes in and shuts and locks the door behind him, an emergency precaution to protect the eyes of Cee or any intruding employee. He comes over and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. You glide over to him like a magnet and figure out a part of his kink after taking a quick glance into his hands, seeing that he’s holding rope. Black rope, to be exact, of varying lengths. He notices your quizzical brow and asks, “Spill your thoughts, Goose.” You gingerly reach out and touch the rope with your index finger, your vision moving in loops as you trace the coils. You look up and meet his eyes, those warm, curious, assuring windows to his soul that you love ever so dearly. You question, “Do you like to be tied up or do you want to tie me up?”

He displays a faint smile, “I’d find great satisfaction in tying you up. However, I would be a liar if I claimed that the thought of you restraining me and having your way with me never joyfully crossed my mind.”

You sit there in silence, taking in his desires. You are most definitely up for this, you just approach every new romp with hesitation. You hadn’t been a virgin the first time you slept with Ezra, but no one had ever made you feel so good. So open, exposed, on display, in all the right ways. You had been set ablaze by his confident maneuvers, calmed ever so coolly by his doting ministrations. He had drowned you in his passionate love, and you had loved every single fucking second of it. It just got a bit overwhelming at times, which he would take notice of and promptly give you your time and space when you needed it.

The rope intimidates you. It was smooth to the touch on the pad of your finger, but you could already imagine the uncomfortable burns it could give you. The tightness and thickness of the coils add to the fantasy of being completely immovable, but it also plants doubts in your mind. You voice your concerns to Ezra, “I’d love for you to tie me up, but I don’t think I’d like to start with rope.”

He cups your cheek lovingly, “Always one step ahead of me, Goose,” and picks up an end of the necktie in your lap. He rubs it with you, “I don’t want to start with the rope on you, either. I want us to work up to it.” He pats your cheek and holds up the rope in his hands, “I mean, it does look a little scary, doesn’t it?” Your newfound ease lets itself out of your lungs with a giggle, mirrored by Ezra. He turns and puts the rope on the seat at the foot of your bed, and you climb into his lap as he turns back around and cover his mouth with yours. Falling back onto the bed, his arms wrap around you like a snake and constrict you to his body. You grind your pussy onto his clothed torso, desperate for some friction, your soft moans tumbling down his throat.

He has to pull you away from his mouth by the back of your neck, “Let me take my clothes off, sweet girl.” He gives you a chaste kiss before you roll off of him and let him stand to strip. As he gets naked, you remove your panties in a flash, and he quizzes you, “Color system?”

“Green for when I’m enjoying it, yellow for when I’m being pushed to my limits, red for when I’ve reached my limit and need you to stop.”

“Good girl. What’s our safe word?”

“Magpie.”

“Excellent. Are you ready?” he asks as he pulls his underwear down and repeats your earlier action of throwing the discarded clothes onto the chair in the corner.

You nod fervently, “Yes sir.”

He sighs as he walks over to the edge of the bed and kneels, “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, Goose, you don’t have to call me that. I feel fulfilled enough in my domination with the heavenly noises your precious body emits.”

You shrug, “It’s just natural. It’s a good girl formality, Ez. Aren’t I a good girl?”

He raises an eyebrow as he hooks his hands behind your knees and pulls your legs over the bed so you’re sitting on the edge, “I don’t think good girls let their neediness get the best of them and just fondle cocks out in the open.” You let out a devious laugh, noting his reference to your sneak attack on the couch, and he takes the necktie from you. Your fingers run through his hair for a moment before he gently takes your wrists, smiling up at you.

He reaches up to kiss you, and after your lips part he mumbles against them, “I’m just going to tie your hands together now, okay?”

You nod, “Okay.”

He gives you another wholehearted kiss before sitting back on his feet, beginning to tie your wrists to one another. You admit, although it’s incredibly arousing to watch his thick fingers twirl the smooth fabric into a knot, you grow a little bit anxious at the loss of movement. He can read it on your face after he finishes the knot, “I want you to lay back while I eat you out. I tied your hands in front of you so that you can pinch me if you want me to stop but can’t find your words.” You nod, appreciating the simplicity of his instructions.

“I need you to use your words now, Goose.”

“Okay,” you reiterate, “Safe word is magpie. I can pinch you if I can’t say it.”

He nods, “Good girl,” and eases you onto your back. As he’s moving down your body to your core, something dawns on you, “Wait a minute.”

Ezra pauses and looks up at you with a caring expression, “What?”

“How am I supposed to stay quiet with the tie on my wrists and not in my mouth?”

He answers simplistically with a smirk, “Don't.”

You laugh, “What about the neighbors?”

“Fuck them. They should be grateful that tonight they will be an audience to one of the most beautiful symphonies that has ever been composed. And I’m not stepping foot off of this planet until I’ve heard my good girl’s clear, unabashed screams.”

A rush of hot air leaves your mouth, enticing Ezra to come back up and push it back into you with his tongue. A moment of clashing teeth later, he retreats back down to your core and lightly knocks your legs apart. You shift your gaze downward to find him admiring your cunt, his left hand capturing his dick and pumping it a few times. He leans forward, presses a kiss to your inner thigh and then runs his sharp nose over the spot, up your leg, across your hip and back down to your wetness and inhales deeply. You can’t help but laugh at his display of rapture, his sniffing audible. He threatens you in disbelief, “My indulgence amuses you, Goose?”

You meet his eyes with yours, twinkling with mischief, “Yeah, kind of.”

He puts his tongue in his cheek and shakes his head, “Goose, you are being a bit of a brat.” He pushes your knees to your chest, his hands on the backs of your thighs, keeping them in place, “And you should know by now how much I love taming my little brat.”

You are very aware of how much he enjoys brat taming, hence your acting up. His tongue licks a wide stripe up your core and a gasp escapes your mouth. He moans into you, sending vibrations through your cunt and shivers up your spine. He buries his tongue in you, his lips fornicating with your southern set, his fingers gripping your soft flesh tightly. Your anticipation of this moment has made your cunt oversensitive, so every little tickle of Ezra’s facial hair, every small movement of his warm tongue, every faint nudge of his nose and chin against your vulva makes you moan loudly. The pattern that his tongue is following suddenly picks up speed and your body involuntarily adjusts to it. Your hips buck up into his mouth, your clit weeping to be drenched in his saliva. Your tied hands lower until your fingertips are able to find his hair and intertwine with the thick brunette strands. The stability that gripping onto his hair gives you makes you hyperaware of just how close you are to cumming already. You whimper, “Ezra, please.”

This tone of your voice has been permanently ingrained in his mind thanks to your daily fucks over the past couple months. If the tightening of your hamstrings isn’t a large enough hint to him that you are close, your breathlessness is a blatant clue. He releases you from his mouth, lines of spit keeping the two of you connected, “That’s my girl, come on.” His egging on is more than you need to be shoved into your orgasm. As his tongue returns to lap at your clit, your neck arches up and your eyes roll into the back of your head. A groan rips through your throat that drowns out his muffled moans, his mouth working you through your orgasm. Your sharp intakes of air start to stagger out as your heart begins to calm down, your cunt pulsing with aftershocks. Ezra reluctantly removes his mouth from you, wetting your inner thigh with a line of his spit and your slick before pressing a kiss to the same spot he kissed earlier. The blackness of his pupils overtakes his chocolatey irises when he catches your eyes, dopamine flooding his nervous system.

He presents his wrist, does some math on an imaginary watch and jokes, “That must’ve been a record, Goose.” You giggle and pull your hands up to your mouth, trying to hide your embarrassed smile. He reaches up and pulls your hands back down to tangle your fingers in his cowlicks, “But my desire to drink pools of your cum has not yet been satiated.”

You swear under your breath as he dips his head back in between your legs, your voice catching in your throat when his hot breath cascades over your folds. This time, instead of licking stripes and lapping, he opts to draw shapes and trace circles against you. It sounds stupid, but man does it feel fucking good. Before you lose all self control, you give his scalp a massage, the best one you can muster with conjoined hands, as a way of telling him I love you. Simultaneously, he switches his tongue’s clockwise motion to counterclockwise and hooks his hands around the tops of your thighs, pulling you deeper into his mouth so he can devour you even more thoroughly than he already was. You brush his hair off of his sweaty forehead with your knuckles, seeing that his eyes are closed and brows are furrowed in concentration. He’s been moaning this entire time into you, blissfully lost in the heaven that is your pussy, and as his tongue picks up its pace the vocal vibrations boost your toward your release. You beg of him, “Please don’t stop.”

He doesn’t stop. In fact, he heightens your arousal one step further than you thought possible. He notes your utter wetness and decides to fill your wanting hole by snaking his left hand down to your entrance and slipping two fingers inside you. A heated orgasm pumps through your every artery just like Ezra’s fingers are pumping in and out of your cunt, his tongue keeping a delicious pace. After your body is done convulsing with pleasure, he moves up it and stops in front of your face.

“Open.”

You are all too familiar with this command and obey. Ezra spits a combination of your cum and his saliva into your mouth. He presses a hand to the underside of your jaw and you close your mouth.

“Swallow.”

You do as he says while he keeps his hand against your neck, feeling his love concoction make its way down your throat. He groans and gives you a quick kiss before asking, “Color?” You smile and bring your hands up to scratch at his scruff, “Green. You?”

“Green.”

Pulling your body tight against his, he hauls the two of you to the middle of the bed. He sits up and back atop your hips, pulls your hands closer to him and begins to untie your wrists. Your eyes can’t help but fixate on his hard dick, standing erect in front of you, as he speaks, “Now Goose, once you’re untied I want you to get on all fours for me,” he notices your distraction, “and if you try to pull any shenanigans, there will be consequences.” You shift your gaze up to his eyes and you swear that there’s a deep sparkle in them that is daring you, begging you, to disobey him. He liked to punish you as much as you liked to be punished by him. So, once untied, you throw him a curveball and take his orders, flipping over and propping yourself up on your hands and knees. You look over your shoulder at him to see that his face is mangled in baffled confusion, making you laugh, “What?”

He mounts your ass and teases your entrance with his cock, “If you had attempted to grab what your eyes were drooling over, I would’ve spanked you.”

“But I didn’t.”

He leans over your back and places his hands on either side of yours, “I wanted to spank you.”

“I know. But I’m not a naughty girl.”

He raises his eyebrows and chuffs out disbelief, “Maybe if you continue to tell yourself that delusion, you can convince yourself that it’s true. But there’s no fooling me. I know my girl is infatuated with misbehaving in order to spite me,” he stuffs his cock inside your pussy, “Isn't that true?” He lifts his left hand to wrap his fingers around the arched column of your throat, forcing you to look up at him.

You dismantle his lie, “I don’t do it to spite you, I do it to delight you.”

He pulls his hips away from yours in order to prepare for a thrust and hums, “That’s one reason why I love you, Goose. You see right through me.”

The two of you groan in unison as he fucks forward and bottoms out inside you. As he establishes a steady pace, your quivering fingers find purchase on his wrist. Even though you had slept together a countless number of times in the past two months, his girthy penetration still overwhelmed you at first, and you benefitted from at least a few seconds of adjusting. He knew this and was why he untied you; his brutal rhythm coupled with the binding of the tie would be too much for you without a little warming up. While he’s stretching you out, he murmurs encouragements into your hair, “That’s it, just like that... You’re taking my cock so well... Good girl.”

After your muscles relax, he asks, “Color?”

“Couldn’t be greener. You?”

He grins at your response, “Green.”

He gives your cheek a kiss before proposing his next instruction, “Why don’t you be a good girl and lay down and put your arms behind your back?”

He pauses his thrusts as you lean forward and press your cheek against the sheets. You turn to ask him just how he wants you to move, and he reads your mind, “Touch the pits of your elbows.” You twist your forearms behind your back until they are pressed against each other and the tips of one hand’s fingers graze the opposite side’s elbow. He snakes the silky tie in between your spine and wrists, the fabric gliding easily over your sweaty skin. He ties your wrists together again, this time much looser than before. He color checks you when he finishes the knot. You wiggle your arms, the amount of resistance being just right, “Green.” He hums in enjoyment and runs his fingertips down the backs of your arms, sending a pleasant shudder through you.

Lining himself up, he places a steadying right hand on your lower back. The contrast of the cool metal of his prosthetic limb to the fire that barrels through you once he pushes himself back into your hole is divine. Both textures of his hands slip against your skin as they try to find a solid grip on your hips in order to allow him to begin pounding into you. Your whimpering spurs him on, and once he’s able to to lock you into place you both swear under your breath in anticipation. As he embarks on his ferocious rhythm, an orgasm takes you by surprise.

Well, not really by surprise, because Ezra has proven time and time again that he can coax you to cum at a moment’s notice.

Out of courteous instinct, you bury your face into the bed to muffle your cries of ecstasy. Ezra turns your face to the side and tuts, “Uh-uh, Goose, I need to hear you this time, remember?”

You can barely him him, let alone understand him, while an astronomical burst of white oxytocin smothers your poor body. Unable to gain control of your composure to stop yourself, you indulge Ezra and let your screams fill the bedroom. The numbness of your mind fades away, effects of your orgasm bringing feeling back to you: the hot tears that spot your bottom lashline, the sweet soreness that the tensing of your muscles left you, the sweat that gathers in the line of your spine, the aroused slick that coats your inner thighs.

You pant as Ezra unties you, “Good girl. Flip over and face me,” and he tenderly places your forearms to your sides.

You’re exhausted. You can most definitely take more of his loving, but you need him to do the work, “I can’t.”

He rolls you over onto your back, his muscular arms giving you the comfort you need to go on. A frantic, worried expression takes over his face, “You okay? Still green? I didn’t push you too far, did I? Was the tie too tight? Did I-”

You shut him up with a kiss. You reassure him, “Yes, still green. Just fucking tired.”

You both laugh, and he asks, “Do you want to stop?”

You shake your head no, “I’m not sure if the neighbors heard all of that scream. I think they need another one.”

Your dirty talk contorts his mouth into a grin of sly allure as he gets up off the bed, “I concur.” He opens a drawer of the nightstand and takes out another necktie, this one made of black wool. He gets back on the bed and says, “Let’s give them a musical to remember.”

You snicker as he pushes both of you farther up the bed, giving you more room to mess about in. He places the second tie next to the blue one and a hand on each of your ankles, “What this next position requires in flexibility it will pay for infinitely in pleasure for you and I both, okay, Goose?”

Your wariness is excited, “Okay?”

He pulls your legs together and picks up the blue tie. He wraps the fabric around both ankles, beginning to tie them together, but pauses and interjects, meeting your eyes, “You’re okay with me tying you here, right?”

You smile at his concern and mock, “Ezra, you could tie me any way you’d like and I’ll be more than happy.”

His nose crinkles in satisfaction and he resumes tying you up. After he’s done, he pushes your thighs to your chest, bending your knees so your feet are in the air. You can’t stop the laughter that erupts from you, “Ez, what in the Bakhroma System are you scheming?”

He gives you a wickedly teasing laugh back, “A fun time, Goose.”

He momentarily cups your face with his left hand, “If at any point it gets too much, for whatever reason, just say the word and I’ll stop everything.”

You take his hand and kiss his palm, “Okay.”

He smiles, boops your nose with his thumb and pulls your arms so that they rest in the pit of your upside down knees. He picks up the black tie and does a different knot on your arms than he had done previously. He puts the binding on them higher up, which makes you hold your legs up, keeping your cunt on display for him. The wool of the tie scratches where the silk had soothed you, but you savor the friction. Ezra wastes no time in entering you again, plunging his cock deep into your fluttering walls. You brace your forehead against your shins, panting wildly. With every thrust, he hits something deep and sensitive in you, but you know you could make the experience more intense for the both of you.

“Ez?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you look at me?” He angles himself so he can look around your legs and meet your eyes. As you are projected into the depths of his eyes, engulfed by the lust-blown ink of his pupils, enhanced by the dark coffee that surrounds them, an “I love you” slips out of your lips.

He compresses your body further by leaning down and capturing your mouth, “I love you too.”

When he pulls back and his hands find the backs of your thighs, he asks for a color check. You answer green, giving him permission to ravage you. He does just that, putting every ounce of his might behind his thrusts, eliciting growls of the same magnitude from you both. The gradual construction of an orgasm starts to warm your body, your moans getting louder and louder with each passing second. In an effort to put it off, you bite down hard on your lip. Ezra notices, running a thumb across your lipline, “Goose, please, allow me to be privy to your every stuttered breath.”

“Every gasp of delighted surprise.”

“Every involuntary whimper.”

“Every lustful yelp.”

“Every plea for me to keep going.”

“Every unhinged beg.”

“Every feral scream that only I can rouse out of those magnificent lungs. Indulge my deranged wish and let me hear it all, Goose.”

His words whisk you onto an expressive whirlwind of slow-building passion. You close your eyes and watch as your orgasm transforms from a cozy snuggle to a captivating explosion; behind your eyelids, amorous red transitions to a lustful magenta. It lightens to a flirtatious and giggly bubblegum, intensifying to a vibrating, barely-there pink. Then, all at once, buckets of slumberous evergreen, pure Ezra energy, submerge you into your release. Any bit of any other color is eradicated as he pours his soul onto yours. Descending from your chameleonic trance, you open your eyes to meet his. He can see that he has torn you apart in a most satiating way, which catapults him to his peak. He pulls out of you and pumps his cum onto the backside of your thighs, his heart collapsing with joy. He smears his stickiness across both of your hamstrings and then quickly gets to work to release you from his necktie binds. The bind that he has made of your heart to his, though, is infinitely knotted, forever unbreakable.

Your limbs untangle themselves and fall to the bed, every cell in your body pooped from the session. He asks for a final time, “Color?”

You sigh, “Green. You?”

He smiles, “Green.”

He brushes the now cum-stained ties to the side and pats your stomach, stamping a handprint of his seed, “I’ll be right back, Goose.” You nod once and he gets up and exits the room, leaving the door ajar.

You flip onto your stomach, your muscles yearning for a change of position after getting pummeled into the mattress. You bend your arms to lay in front of you, elbows sighing in relief for being contracted instead of stretched. You close your eyes and rest your head on his pillow for what seems like a millisecond, but when you open them back up Ezra has returned with two glasses of water, a washcloth and a juice box.

He folds the cloth into a triangle, dips a corner into a glass and then brings it behind you. The icy water feels good on your overheated skin as he wipes away his cum before it has the chance to dry. Once he cleans you off, he takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to your depleted frame. He sets the cloth down and picks up the other glass of water, “Drink this, sweetheart.” You prop yourself up on your forearms and gulp some much needed fluids down as Ezra holds the glass steady against your mouth. You hold up a weak hand when you’ve had your fill and he finishes off the drink. You never thought you would find sharing a drink like this with someone stomachable, let alone wildly attractive. But Ezra had changed you; you wanted to exchange cells, germs, bodily fluids with him, no matter how nasty it sounded when put into words.

Ezra trades the glass for the juice box and pops the straw into the opening, holding it up to your lips, “Drink some.” You curiously eye the juice box: apple flavored, the carton decorated in bright and childish cartoons. You tease him, “You know, when I said I might have a daddy kink, this is not what I meant.”

You both laugh, and he pokes after a moment, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”

As you take the straw into your mouth and drink, he places a hand on the back of your head and pets your hair, “That’s it, babygirl, do as Daddy says.” An air of laughter blows through your nose and you choke on the liquid as Ezra cackles. You drop the straw and cough, “Stop!”

He continues to laugh at you while you whine, “Why do I have to drink this anyways, can’t I just have water?”

He calms himself down and shakes his head, “No, I want to replenish your blood sugar. Otherwise you might feel faint, and not in a good way.” He shoots you a wink and you take another sip of the juice.

When you’re done, he puts the half-empty box back on the nightstand and lays on top of you. You joke, “You’re crushing me and you told me I have to pee right after.”

Since sleeping together, Ezra had realized how little knowledge of aftercare you had. He had advised you to go to the bathroom as soon as possible after the deed is done in order to avoid urinary tract infections, among other pains. He nuzzles into your shoulder and protests, “In a minute.”

Taking into account the history of his comment and your increasingly heavy eyelids, you rebut, “You know that never happens.” More often than not, when Ezra trapped you in a cage of cuddles directly afterward like this, the two of you would fall asleep and you would skip the trip to the bathroom. He grunts and moves his weight off of you, “Fine, but I’ll only let you go if I can carry you in there.” You barely have time to begin laughing before he’s swooping you up into his arms.

After you both use your respective time in the bathroom, you and Ezra dress in matching pajamas and climb into bed. Coddling you into his broad chest, his fingers dance on the back of your neck and your lower back. You turn your head up to face him and when he returns your gaze you reference the whole night, “Thank you.”

A smile crinkles his tired eyes, “The pleasure was all mine, Goose. Thank you for taking it all so well. Get some sleep, okay?”

“Only if you will too.”

“Sure thing, my love.”

He gives you a kiss before you retreat back into the sanctuary of his embrace. Right as you’re drifting off to sleep, he adds, “I would like to ravage you one more time, in the morning.”

Your smirk pulls at the fabric of his shirt, “Okay. But no daddy kink. We have to save some things to explore when we come back.”

He hums, pressing his cheek into the top of your head before the two of you succumb to the temptation of sleep, “As you wish.”

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Flightless Birds Chapter Three; Where Birds Belong

Chapter One Here

Chapter Two Here

Chapter Four Here

Chapter Five Here

Summary: After visiting Kouten in the hospital, Y/n gets more and more ‘gifts’ from their stalker. But what are they supposed to do when it gets to be too much? Make a huge mistake, that’s what.

Word Count: 2.4K Words

Warnings: cursing, intrusive thoughts, mentions of masturbation, unwanted sexual letters, threats, police officers, implied drugging

Other: the first half of this chapter was meant to be in the previous chapter, but since Tumblr is a bitch I couldn’t do that and it was pushed here.

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Numb.

Was that the right word to describe how you were feeling?

Your heart was hammering away in your chest, and your whole body felt light as a feather.

Your head was foggy, and you felt like the world beneath you was shifting, tumbling around like the tectonic plates of your life were slamming and crashing into each other.

When you arrived at home, there was another ‘gift’ waiting for you. You picked it up and brought it inside. You knew you should probably just ignore all the packages and throw them away, but you just couldn’t.

Why? Why must your curiosity be satiated like this?

Today, it was a teddy bear. A red string was wrapped around its neck. You sighed, setting it on the nightstand with the other ‘gifts.’

More and more gifts started to arrive over the next week and a half. Clothes you’d expressed interest in, small shiny things, key-chains, and a couple more dead animals. You were sick and tired of it, and you were stressed out of your mind.

You hadn’t slept in days, you were hardly eating, your weird stalker had started leaving notes talking about you. They knew things about you that they shouldn’t know, it was getting to be too much. You felt heavy and cotton-headed.

Calls from unknown numbers appeared every day now, and most of them included you just saying ‘hello?’ Into the phone until the caller hung up.

You were so tired, and so freaked out.

Paranoia flooded your mind about your stalker breaking into your house and hurting you.

But you felt so selfish. All your stalker was doing was creeping you out. You hadn’t actually been hurt yet, however Kouten was in the fucking hospital! He had almost been killed and you were worried about a few creepy notes.

How much of a horrible person were you?

You had one comfort; him.

Izanagi.

You’d been spending less and less time at your flat, and more time with Izanagi. You spent every other night at his house, and you’d gotten so used to sleeping in the same bed as him that you felt you couldn’t sleep without his gentle touches and soft breaths.

Everything about him calmed you, his gentle green eyes, the constellation of freckles on his cheeks, that one tooth in his mouth that was twisted to the left, the days when he forgot to do laundry and you had to fold his clothes, you loved it all.

Your feet hit the pavement too hard as you approached your home. The stray tabby cat of your neighborhood dashing away from your front door as you approached.

You looked down, exhausted.

There was a rectangle of white on your welcome mat, your name printed in the fancy kanji of your stalker’s handwriting.

You slowly lifted it off of the ground, entering your home. Everything was quiet…

Too quiet.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, flinching at the sound of the mattress creaking under your weight. Slowly, you peeled open the envelope, unfolding the letter. Your eyes scanned down the words, nervous.

Dear Y/n.

You’ve been getting all my presents, right? Gosh I do hope you enjoy them. I can’t believe I’m finally writing you a letter! It’s so exhilarating, you know?

I’ve never felt like this before, ever. Nothing even came close. God Y/n, I’m so in love with you! Do you know? I’ve been courting you this whole time! We’re birds of a feather, both lazy as fuck but so vulnerable.

I wish I didn’t have to hurt Yuu like I did, but that little bitch had to die. Unfortunately he survived, how tragic.

You stopped reading looking up for a moment. You were right! Your stalker had been connected to Kouten’s attack! That… didn’t feel very nice. You thought you’d feel better about it, but now you just felt sick.

It was your fault Kouten was hurt.

I could understand he was close to you, I hated that. I would have gone for Fujikawa, but he’s surprisingly cautious. You’d think he’d be more reckless, being as fucking stupid as he is, but nooo.

I’ll have mercy on him, I’m sure it’d just make you upset to see him dead anyways. But I swear, go near him again and I’ll kill him.

I don’t wanna talk about that in my first real letter with you, so instead I’ll just talk about you.

How breathtaking you are.

How fucking gorgeous you are.

Y’know, you really are fucking amazing, you think I didn’t see? You really took the time to appreciate yourself yesterday, I think that was your way of saying you loved me back! Touching yourself… oh fuck you looked so hot. Think I didn’t hear? I really wish I was there, fucking you the way you need. I’d give you everything you’ll ever need. You won’t need anything but me.

Baby you’ve just given me my next month’s worth of masturbation material.

Remember, I love you!

-Your future husband

No. Fuck fuck no. Gross get out drop it throw up rip it to shreds hurt smash something scream no no no no no get out get it out get it out find him report him police heroes what the fuck Izanagi-

Izanagi.

Hey siri, call Izanagi.

“Yo, Y/n! What’s up? Miss me already~” Izanagi. His voice relaxed you and you found your brain forming coherent thoughts again. You opened your mouth to confess what was happening, but nothing came out. “Y/n? Are you okay?”

Then you cried.

It felt so good to finally cry, you hadn’t cried in what felt like years, sobbing and looping his name, your only comfort in this chaos.

“Woah, woah, hey what’s going on? Hang on I’m coming over, don’t you fucking dare hang up!”

You sniffed, nodding, continuing to just mutter his name. In Just under five minutes, he was letting himself in with the spare key. You felt the bed shift, and you felt his warmth next to you. You fell against his side, crying harder. He held onto you, rubbing at your sides.

“Hey, hey. Come on, what happened? Tell me!” you could hear the fear in his voice. You still didn’t feel like you could speak so you just shakily handed him the letter you received, hoping he’d understand your reaction once he saw what you’d gotten.

His eyes scanned the paper before widening, and he covered his mouth with his hand. He dropped the paper, standing up and grabbing a suitcase from your closet and starting to fill it with clothes. He moved with haste, and you noticed he was grabbing your favorite clothes.

The sweatshirt he’d gifted you for Valentine’s Day, the Edgeshot t-shirt you wore every other day, the sweatpants you always slept in,

“W-what are you doing?” you whimpered.

“You really think I’d let you stay here when some fucker obviously is watching you? I’m gonna report this to the police. No one is going to hurt you, okay? No one hurts my friends!” he turned back to you, a hard look in his eyes. You had a feeling that if he ever ran into your stalker, it would take multiple top heroes to hold him back from killing the guy.

You were grateful.

Izanagi helped you pack, and you told him all the other details. How it started with the Hawks beanie, how you’d gotten bottle caps and sweatshirts, and even dead animals. How you felt too scared to tell anyone, afraid of getting blown off.

He comforted you, he promised you he’d protect you. You felt safe with him. He would protect you. You thanked him religiously as he helped you bring your things over to his place. He kept telling you that of course he’d be doing this, it was the right thing to do.

This man… this man was your rock. He was your everything. You knew there’d be no way to fully repay him for his kindness towards you, but you promised yourself you’d try.

You sat on his bed again, realizing that for the time being, this was your bed too. He was beside you, holding you tight and comforting you. You relaxed into his touch, before a realization struck you.

“Izanagi- he threatened to kill you. He hurt Kouten too, he- he can probably kill you if he really wants to.” Izanagi shook his head, pressing a finger to your lips.

“Nothing, I swear nothing is going to happen to me. Okay? Now, we’re going to the police station. You will not leave my sight, you will not let go of my hand. You’re not gonna wander off without telling me, etc etc. Clear?”

“Crystal.” you smiled softly, nodding. “Thank you so much Iza.”

“Like I said, of fucking course I’d do this. Come on, let’s get in the car.” he took your hand, putting your stalker’s letter in his pocket and taking you with him back out to his car. You got in the back, and he drove quickly. He glanced back at you repeatedly, double and triple-checking you were there and safe.

Finally, he pulled up at the police station and got out, quickly running around to the back doors as you got out. His hand was instantly on yours, pulling your body close against his and walking in the station with you. He briskly walked up to the police lady behind the counter.

“Oh, hello! Is there something I can do for the two of you?” she asked, it was so sweet and cheerful, so vastly different from the emotions swirling around in your mind.

“Yes, here.” Izanagi pulled the letter from his pocket and handed it to the lady. “My friend has a stalker, and he’s attacked another one of our friends.” the woman looked over the letter, nodding.

“Alright, I’m going to have some officers talk to your friend in private and-”

“Not happening.” Izanagi growled. “I get it, but I’m not leaving my friend.”

“I- I want him in the room.” you added. “Please.” the woman sighed, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry, but unless you are a minor, I can’t have anyone else in the room with you. Even then it would be limited to certain people. It’s a safety precaution.”

“Fuck!” You grabbed Izanagi’s arm, rubbing his bicep to calm him down. He turned to you, offering you a strained smile. “You’ll be okay, right?” he asked, worried. You nodded, a feeble attempt to comfort him.

He gave the officers that came in a hard look, like he expected them to hurt you. You broke away from Izanagi’s comfort and followed them into a questioning room.

There were so many questions.

Every little detail about your life, even things that didn’t seem all that important. You told them everything you told Izanagi, plus a little more. They weren’t very comforting, and when you got scared, they got angry. It wasn’t at all like Izanagi, who softened when you were upset. Any detail that you didn’t have, they seemed to be upset with you about it. As if you were supposed to do your own little investigation illegally. It was… very annoying.

“Alright, we’re going to call a hero in here.” one of the officers told you. “Hawks has been doing a lot more patrols in your area than usual, he might have already seen your stalker and can probably take care of it for you. Is that okay?”

Hawks. You’d just met him one. He was a hero. He was trusted, beloved even.

Call him in. He’s Hawks. He’s the number two. He wasn’t creepy, just do it!

“That’s fine, I’ll talk to Hawks.”

Maybe you should have thought about it more.

Maybe you should have trusted that feeling in your gut telling you ‘no.’

Maybe you shouldn’t have told Izanagi.

Maybe you shouldn’t have involved the police.

Maybe you shouldn’t have spoken with Hawks so casually when you met him.

Maybe you shouldn’t have been a bird.

Maybe then.

You’d be free as you once were.

It took five minutes. Then the door swung open and he walked in. It had been a week or so since you saw him, but when he layed his golden eyes on you, you got the feeling that you’d seen him only yesterday, in a flash of red in the dead of night.

“Hello, Y/n L/n.” He spoke calmly, but you noticed a slight tremor of excitement. Why was he so happy to see you?

You felt chills run down your spine at the way he sat next to you, taking your hand and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. His whole body seemed to vibrate in happiness, his wings fluttering as he locked eyes with you.

You shyed away from him, desperately trying to take your hands back, but his grip was firm. There was no escape.

“I-I changed my mind, officer!” You turned to the policeman, who was just leaving the room, leaving you with him. “I don’t want to talk to a hero, I’m sorry!”

The man turned back to you, a lazy, amused, smirk on his face.

“Don’t worry, he’s a pro. You’ll be fine.” The man waved you off, shutting the door behind him. You felt like screaming, or throwing up, or both.

Something about Hawks seemed off. The way he looked at you, touched you, grinned so wildly at you, he didn’t look like a hero.

He looked like a crazed lunatic.

Click

The officer had locked the door.

“U-um, hi, Hawks.” you whispered, voice quiet. Fuck you wished Izanagi was here to comfort you. Hawks’ gloves were cold, the beaten leather rough against your hands, they were nothing like the gentle warmth that Izanagi’s soft skin emitted.

His grin only grew, and he pulled you close to him, arms reaching around under your wings to grip your back. You squeaked, instinctively grabbing onto his biceps. His body was pressed against yours, and his breathing quickened, his face buried into your shoulder. You could feel him inhaling your scent.

“Fuck.” he growled, and you could feel his talons digging into your skin through his gloves and your shirt. “You have no idea how happy I am to finally see you again.” his voice wavered, and you could practically feel his excitement.

“S-sir, please let me go-” you whimpered. “I’m here to report a crime, not as a fan trying to meet you.” the hero cooed, only holding you tighter.

“I know why you’re here, dear Y/n~” his breath tickled your ear, and you felt tears brimming in your eyes. “And I know who’s been following you. So nice of him to send you all those gifts, right~?”

“So cruel of you to act like he’s a criminal.”

Not like this

“He’s going to take good care of you~”

Not right now

“I love you so much”

Ow.

You felt... foggy.

And warm, really warm.

Tired…

So… tired…

Darkness.

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seiyasabi · 3 years

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Obsessed With Loving You

(Here’s a Yandere Lucid Narancia x Willing Fem Reader fic! I hope ya’ll enjoy :)) Also, this will take place in the early 2000s, so I will make appropropriate references for the time period.

TW: Aged up Narancia!, !Consensual NSFW!, praise kink!, Blowjob!, cum swallowing!, !violence (not against you)!, mafia business!, mostly a soft fic, !obsession, !Possiveness, you’re highkey in denial of his unhinged behaviour!, etc..

I’m sorry if this is too OOC)

Zipping up your cropped Juicy Couture jumper, you look at yourself in your vanity mirror. Your (size) breasts look amazing with your low cut tank top and partially unzipped jumper, and your (thin/thick) thighs look ravishing in your Dior mini skirt.

Smiling at your cute appearance, you swipe a thin layer of (colour) lipgloss on your (thin/full) lips, before spreading the product out evenly.

Today, Nara is supposed to take you out, and you’re very excited.

Plopping down on your vanity’s bench, you buckle a pair of open-toed high heels onto your pedicured feet. Smoothing down any wrinkles on your expensive skirt, you bring out your navy-coloured Nokia, and text your boyfriend that you’re ready to go. Grabbing your cross-bodied purse, you slip it on, and toss your cellphone into its large pocket.

Within moments of your text, you hear your bedroom door’s locks disengage. Your silly boyfriend is so worried about you, that he put those three high security locks on your door. He says he’s afraid of a rival mafia hurting you, but you always reassure him that you know that he’d save you. After all, he’d brought you to his home so that he’s almost always near you!

Your eyes land on your curly haired man, his usual attire strapped on tighter than normal, bringing out his lithe, muscular form.

“Ready to go, beautiful?” You smile and nod, standing to your feet. His purple eyes are glued to your form, taking in how beautiful you look in the clothing he bought you.

“Mmhmm! I’m so excited to go out with you today,” You hurry up to him, hugging him in a tight embrace, all whilst grinning up at him lovingly. His heart practically combusts at the sight of your cute face.

“Me too! I have so much planned for us today,” His giddy smile and eager words spur the two of you into motion, his arm tightly wound around your waist and your head leaning against his bony shoulder.

Once outside your apartment building, he calls over a taxi, getting one with ease. Nara opens the door for you, batting his eyelashes at you playfully. You giggle at his silly actions, and step inside the yellow car. Sitting on the plush seat, you wait for your man to take a seat next to you. Those few moments feel like forever, but when you hear the opposite door open, and you feel his hot hand place itself on your bare thigh, you feel at ease.

The dark haired man speaks to the taxi driver in Italian, and even though you try to follow their conversation, they speak too quickly for you to understand. That’s the price you pay for living in a foreign country.

Once the driver knows where Narancia wishes to go, your boyfriend sends you a happy smile, “Today is going to be a good day, beautiful. I’ll make sure of it.”

The day did, in fact, start out great.

When the two of you reached Via Toledo, Nara immediately directed you to a plethora of high end stores. He’d picked out multiple cute outfits he thought you’d look cute in, and practically dragged you into the fitting room. The only problem is that you looked good in everything he put you in! He almost allowed himself to become bankrupt by buying you everything, but you quickly stopped him.

He was upset at first, but when you meekly told him that you didn’t want him to spend all his money on you, his resolve broke. The both of you came to an agreement; you pick out one or two outfits that you like the most, and he’ll buy only the things you chose. This pleased him greatly, because he was still able to spoil you, but you felt too bad to choose anything very expensive.

So, this ended up with Narancia carrying about ten bags at the end of the day.

“Are you sure you want to carry all of them, Nara? I can carry something! I don’t want you to accidentally hurt yourself-”

“Don’t worry about me, beautiful. I can carry everything, and if you want, I can even carry you,” This draws a laugh from you. You hold onto his arm, trying to keep up with his long strides.

“Thank you for today, I had a lot of fun,” You kiss him on the cheek, making him flush a deep maroon. His russet coloured skin practically glows in the setting sun, making you gawk at him in awe. Your boyfriend is so beautiful. Hearing a love sick giggle come from the curly haired man, you realise that you said your thoughts out loud.

“It is no problem, (Nickname), all I want is for you to be happy,” He kisses your cheek in return, making you flush as well, “Are you hungry? Fugo told me that there’s a good place-”

“Narancia Ghirga, I’m going to kill you!” A haggard looking man runs towards the both of you, and for some reason, he looks familiar, “Give me (Your Name) back! I know that you’ve brainwashed her!” The man’s outburst causes a lot of bystanders to look in your direction, thus causing a small crowd to form.

Your boyfriend quickly pushes you behind him, shielding you from the man with his own body, “What the fuck do you want? I don’t know who the hell you are, but you better stay away from my girlfriend,” You have never seen the normally happy go-lucky man this angry, which scares you.

“You know what you did, and you know who I am! I am Christian Viccio, (Your Name)’s real boyfriend! I’m here to take her back home, where she belongs,” He whips out a pistol, drawing loud yells and gasps from the crowd around you.

“You’re fucking crazy! Put the fucking gun away,” Narancia quickly calls upon Aerosmith, preparing to kill the man that’s currently threatening your relationship and your life. Nara knows who this man is, of course he does! He’s the man that had stolen you away from him, the man that tried to steal your heart. The dark haired man is kicking himself for not just killing him when he had the chance. But, here is his second chance.

When the haggard man moves to shoot your boyfriend, he allows Aerosmith to shit him in the head, killing him instantly. The crowd runs and screams after the shot is fired, causing mass panic. You can’t move, you’re in shock at what just happened. It’s as if a sniper just took the guy out in mere seconds.

Realising your paralysing fear, Nara scoops you into his arms, bags digging painfully into his flesh, and runs in the direction of your shared apartment.

“-You’re alright, beautiful. That horrible man can’t hurt you,” The purple eyed man soothes, rubbing your sides reassuringly, “I’m sorry that I kept this away from you, but I was scared. I was scared that that obsessed man was going to hurt you and steal you away from me.” You cuddle into your boyfriend’s warm chest, eating his words up without much thought.

“It’s okay Nara, thank you for saving me. Without you, I surely would’ve been hurt,” He squeezes your body close to his, relishing how soft you feel under his large palms.

“I’d do anything for you, (Your Name). I’d kill for you, because I love you, just remember that, okay?” You nod, forehead bumping his exposed collar bones.

“I love you too. Is there anything I can do to repay you?” You smooch the underside of his jaw, making butterflies flutter in his stomach.

“Just you loving me is enough,” He kisses your forehead, his hands squeezing the fat of your hips. You smile up at him, your hands running through his hick locks, tugging lightly on certain spots. A small moan escapes his lips, showing that he’s enjoying your actions.

“Please let me do something for you, Nara. Please let me make you feel good,” Who is he to deny your request? Especially when you look at him with so much love and warmth.

“O-okay,” His voice breaks slightly, causing him to clear his throat, “-I mean, yes, of course,” Giving him one last kiss on the lips, you then push him lightly onto his back, leaving him vulnerable below you. You sit on his legs, trapping him below you.

“I love you so much,” Your fingers grasp the fabric of his top, signaling you wanting him to take it off. He does so without fault, showing his well chiseled abdomen, “I meant what I said earlier, you’re very pretty, Nara. My pretty, kind, amazing boyfriend,” His cheeks flush, and you can’t help but kiss them in response.

Your hands ghost over his trouser clad cock, feeling it jump under your soft touch. You shuck the skirt overlaying trousers, before removing them as well, leaving him in his tightening boxers. His purple undergarment shows the outline of his dick very nicely, making your mouth water.

“I wanna make you feel good, will you let me suck your beautiful cock?” He nods down at you shyly, making you grin in happiness.

Pulling his boxers off of him causes his hardening cock to smack against his v-line, splattering a small amount of precum on his tan skin. His tip is a dark maroon, whilst his shaft is a little darker than the rest of his skin. The area around his cock and sack is smooth and hairless, all thanks to a waxing salon he visits monthly. All in all, his prick is the prettiest one you’ve ever seen.

Moving off of him for a moment, you guide him to the edge of your bed, kneeling between his parted legs. His heavy sack hangs below him, but his thick cock bobs straight up. Looking up at his shy face, you take his cock in your dominant hand, and kiss his sensitive tip lovingly.

He lets out a small, high pitched moan, earning him a second kiss. Narancia lays a heavy hand on the back of your head, signaling that he wants you to continue. You do so willingly.

Your other hand cups his heavy balls, kneading them softly, whilst your mouth suckles his tip, and your other hand stroked him tenderly. He keens at your treatment, hips bucking slightly.

“That-that feels so good. I love you so much,” At his words, your hand leaves his shaft, in favour of you taking him deep into your mouth, practically deep throating him. Moaning at full volume, he tries to stay as still as possible, as you suck and fondle him. Squirts of precum shoot down your throat, spurring you to bob your head faster.

“Fu-fu-fuck! You treat me so well, (Your Name), you suck my cock so-” He cuts himself off with a series of moans.

You continue to suck and fondle his cock, the back of your throat massaging his thick cockhead. Tears sting your eyes as you hum around him, trying not to gag.

With every swallow around him, you can feel him swell, showing that he’s about to cum. With one last hard suck, and a particularly hard squeeze of his sack, he creams the back of your throat.

Narancia falls backwards, his orgasm wracking his entire body. His hips almost jerk away from your mouth, but you dutifully follow, trying to swallow down everything that he’s giving you. Your throat helps milk him of his cum, causing him to become oversensitive very quickly.

Once you hear his pitiful keen, you release him, licking your lips of any of his escaped cum. Sliding up his legs, you lay your (size) chest against his, smiling down at his fucked out face.

“I love you, Nara. I’m so happy that you’re the ones who saved me,” Your words are sweet, honest, and innocent, and in his post-nut clarity, Narancia can’t help but feel guilt for lying to you.

But, since he can see that his brainwashing hasn’t come undone, he says nothing.

Capturing your lips with his, he holds you close, relishing your weight against his lithe form.

Nothing can take you from him, no, he’ll make sure of it.

#yandere narancia #narancia ghirga #yandere narancia x reader #narancia x reader #n/s/f/w #yandere jjba #jjba x reader

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woodchoc-magnum · 3 years

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L0ne St@r 2x12 Hate Watch

DO NOT REBLOG THIS ONE - thanks, I’m trying to fly under the radar with my negative opinions here

Usual disclaimer, and I mean it this time: If you watch and love this show, that’s great and I hope you continue to enjoy it. Please don’t read this - simply go about having a lovely day.

If you do love this show and T*rlos and are braving this anyway - do not come in here. I mean it. This is not a T*rlos friendly zone. I do not ship it. Please enjoy your ship in peace and harmony. I have no intention of getting into arguments with anyone, I will simply ignore you.

I have done everything I can to avoid this showing up in the tags, whatever the LS tags are. Don’t send me hate on anon because I’ll delete them; I don’t care if you think I should stop watching the show, I’m not gonna. I like to suffer.

Eddie Diaz for calm and strength and to centre ourselves:

Hate, as always, under the cut:

Let's do this fucking thing, I've heard bad things about this episode

And I already know I'm wrong about the arsonist which is ANNOYING but maybe also too obvious so that's okay, I also know who the arsonist is and all the main plot points but I’ve still got to watch it to really appreciate the subtle nuances of the episode:

Oooh Billy

I ship it

Billwen for the win

This show is so dumb

Billy is smarter than Owen, maybe he should be the captain of the 126

I miss his lightning scars though

He's TWO HOURS LATER FOR DINNER

TK is looking as bland as always

They seriously waited for two fucking hours for this guy

Maybe should've put some deodorant on before going to dinner there Owen

You know I can't imagine the OG doing a storyline as dumb as this

So Carlos' dad thinks it's someone who works at the 126 or just a firefighter in general?

Well gosh darn it, it looks like Owen fits that profile exactly!

At least we get some Judd early in the episode and I love him

Angela Bassett is executive producer on this show as well? I hope she gets paid cash money for this

Billy is the red herring and I fell right into their trap

I just really wanted it to be him

Ooh Grace was listening

Oh it's 100% the arson investigator and Billy is 100% turning Owen in, I love him

Billy is amazing

He's my favourite character on this show

I hope he's not working with Owen to get the arson investigator? I hope he's actually this devious

I want him to be THIS DEVIOUS

Why the fuck does Owen wear that hoodie everywhere

TK is now having a little bitch fit

"they can't do that, can they?" he asks in a monotone, his face blank and devoid of expression

TK's real real dumb

Oh ho ho is this the shoving scene

IT IS

God Ronen CANNOT ACT

Okay so while I think it is wildly unbelievable that they would send TK's boyfriend to tell him that his father had been arrested by HIS father – it seems like a conflict – I would like to say that Carlos is being calm and reasonable

And TK is acting like a little BITCH

This is escalating quickly

Oh TK you so dumb

THE SHOVING

Wow

FOUR TIMES

Wow

Your fave is problematic, yo

Carlos deserves better than this whiny little piece of shit

And now, an interlude while I rant:

Let's talk about how Eddie Diaz yelled at Buck once in a supermarket and the fandom has never forgotten it; how his character has been villainised despite everything else going on in the show at the time, for that one fucking scene – let's talk about all the fics where Eddie hits Buck, or punches him, or rapes him – because you know those fics exist – let's talk about the "Eddie is violent" narrative that parts of this fandom like to push because Eddie yelled at Buck, one time, once, in a supermarket

Totally ignoring the fact that at no point at all, in any other episode he’s been in, has he been violent towards Buck, at all - let’s talk about how the street fighting arc was out of character for Eddie, because he was struggling to cope and looking for an outlet - let’s talk about how Buck and Eddie moved past that whole storyline and strengthened their relationship; how they built a family together, how they’re a team and they have each other’s backs no matter what, and how, not once in the entire show, have they ever been violent towards each other or pushed each other around in anger - NOT ONCE.

And let's talk about this scene, where TK, ya boy, ya sweet tender boy, just shoved the man he says he loved four times, violently, in front of people at the firehouse.

I betcha any money he doesn’t get tarnished with the Eddie-Diaz-is-violent brush, because he can do no wrong. He’s the fan favourite, and this is totally glossed over by the end of the episode and nothing will ever be said about it ever again.

Because wow, you guys. Wow. If this was my ship, I’d be pissed.

Back to the hate watch:

And I know that whole fight is for nothing because I know the plot twist – I know that the dads are working together in order to reveal the real arsonist, the investigator – so they've basically turned their children, who are in a relationship, against each other?

Also why is Billy allowed to be watching the interview?

Goddamn do we really have to show the gruesome burn victim photos

I really want Billy to be devious by the way, and not in on the plan

Oh here comes TK, looking like the little bitch he is

God he's a fucking awful actor

This is the dumbest plotline ever

Equating OWEN STRAND WITH THOR? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

BLASPHEMY

THOR IS THE GOD OF THUNDER

OWEN IS A DUMBASS

THE TWO ARE NOT EQUAL

Uh oh here comes the evil investigator

Do either of these men – Owen and Carlos' dad – stop to consider that what they're doing has kind of an impact on their children, who are currently in a relationship? No? Okay

Because this is one hell of an awkward situation

Does Owen genuinely think that Billy is the arsonist?

Interesting that the arson investigator wants any info Owen didn't give Carlos' dad, and he turned off the cameras/mics etc

This show is stupid

Arson investigator also knows that the sons are dating, interesting

"And you can pound sand!" oooh great comeback Owen

This episode is so BORING OMG

Why the fuck am I watching a shitty Law & Order knock-off when I should be watching a bonkers 911 episode

Oh no Judd's at Billy's

I really do think Billy Burke is good looking and it is a flaw of mine, I don't know what it is about him and he really doesn't look that good in this show but I really love Billy Burke okay

And I WANT HIM TO BE DEVIOUS

Oh Judd

Oh Judd thinks Billy is the arsonist

See this is why YOU DON'T LIE TO THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU

Oh he punched him

God damn everyone is violent in this show

Judddddddddddddd

Uh oh here comes trouble to the "vagrant's" hospital room

Oh it's the arson investigator, their little bluff worked, incredible, amazing, flawless etc

Wow how amazing

It was the ol' switcheroo

Judd punched Billy for nothing

TK and Carlos nearly came to blows for nothing

Now Owen is allowed to watch the interrogation? They'll just let anyone watch those things these days

OH MAN ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT BILLY WAS IN ON IT WITH OWEN THE WHOLE TIME?

Damn it I wanted DEVIOUS god damn it

Fucking cowards

"I assumed it was probably a trap at the hospital which is why I went there anywhere"

But why is he lighting fires

A FEW MONTHS?

A man is dead

Pure theatre

So annoyed that Billy isn't devious

But the Billwen ship sails on, clowns 🤡

Do we think the arsonist has the hots for Owen? 100% yes, right?

He's very happy to see him wink wonk

This doesn't even feel like an episode of 911, it's so goddamn dumb

"I knew you had darkness in you too" – that dude definitely wants to fuck him

Why is he lighting the fires?

They're so dumb

"And now I'm going to repay the favour" – he's talking about YOUR SONS

WHO HE KNOWS ARE TOGETHER

Wow these two dumbasses really have no fucking idea do they

OH HE'S BURNING HIMSELF ALIVE

Wow this is graphic

What the fuck is up with this show and the horribly graphic scenes lately?

That dude is dead yo

"Take away everything that's important to me" AND HE CALLS THE FIREHOUSE FIRST

THE FIREHOUSE IS THE FIRST FUCKING CALL???

Oh okay it did blow up and TK was there so I'll allow it

But hey look on the bright side – Owen gets to remodel again!

And isn't that what he's the best at?

Yo your firehouse is on fire dudes, better call the fire department

Does Judd apologise to Billy or no

Oh here we have TK and Carlos and their perfect love

And Carlos is the one apologising?

No.

Please tell me no

Carlos you are allowed to be pissed at him – ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

"nobody has to apologise?"

YOUR BOYFRIEND PUSHED YOU AROUND

Oh my god

Wow

Okay.

Look I'm just saying that to me this would be a GIGANTIC RED FLAG but wtf do I know

I'm just saying because I have to – if Carlos was a woman and TK did that? Whole different story gang

Whole completely different mother-fucking story

This show, wow

Wow.

Wow. This is bad.

Domestic violence happens to men too, just saying.

Wow I'm so annoyed that I've paused it to type furiously and rant that wow, they're just not acknowledging that TK was totally out of line? Okay. Wow.

And everyone's just fine with it?

Oh they're just figuring out that he set more than one fire

Maybe there's something else you care about other than the firehouse, Owen

Maybe?

BILLY IS THE ONE WHO FIGURES IT OUT

See this is why Billy is the best

Oh no TK and Carlos are in danger

Oh it's so romantic isn't it? They're gonna fuck now that everything is okay

Wow he left a lot of bombs in Carlos' house

Damn Carlos is hot

No smoke alarms?

That fire has really taken ahold there guys

I'm gonna assume you do have smoke alarms and he disconnected them

Wow he really covered all bases didn't he

Put the bombs in the bedroom as well

RIP Carlos' nice house

"I love you too" after I violently shoved you around today

Oh who needs a fucking fire department when you've got Owen fucking Strand right?

"Carlos" he says flatly. "How are you doing?" he asks in a monotone

"I should've had an extinguisher in the bedroom" DUDE NO ONE DOES

And if TK wanted one in there, he's the fucking firefighter, he should've checked when he moved in instead of assuming like a dumbass

God this show is dumb as fuck and I hate it so much

Billwen for the win

"just a couple of crap magnets" fucking a-men Judd

This show sucks

Oh no TOMMY OH NO

WHAT'S HAPPENING

OH MY GOD

WHAT THE FUCK

What the fuck

Is he dead?

TAKE OWEN AND TK INSTEAD

I’m going to say one more thing about this T*rlos storyline - if they’d done this to Buck & Eddie in the OG, I’d be fucking devastated. Like... if Buck or Eddie pushed the other around the way TK pushed Carlos around, I’d be absolutely gutted. It’s really horrible that they went down that path - whether it’s OOC or not, and you can probably argue that it is - they shouldn’t have included the scene like that in the show.

It just raises a whole slew of questions, like... is TK violent? Is Carlos used to being pushed around in relationships? Is the show saying that it’s okay that they got a little physical because they’re both men? Domestic violence is never okay, and this is kind of... saying that it is, in certain circumstances?

That is problematic as fuck and such bad writing.

These two are in a relationship where they are living together and supposedly love each other, and this is how the writers choose to portray it? If you’re a T*rlos shipper and you’re upset about this episode, I get it. It’s really fucking terrible that they included that scene - and I would bet cold hard cash it’ll never be addressed again.

This is why LS is a bad show. It’s shitty writing. Shitty storylines. Characters who are interesting are shoved into the background and glossed over in favour of the male white characters. The OG doesn’t have this problem - for everyone complaining that Eddie hasn’t been featured as much this season (and yeah, I hate it too) - you can’t complain that the characters of colour don’t get equal screentime.

With LS - it’s the Rob Lowe show, and everyone else is just in the background. And that’s why it’s so frustrating to watch - they have a great cast, and this could be a really good show, but it’s just not.

Do you think the LS writers patted themselves on the back after this arc and were like, "yeah we nailed it, we're amazing?"

This episode is -1,000000/10. This show should be cancelled.

Two god awful miserable fucking episodes to go.

Diaz to cleanse:

#DO NOT REBLOG #lone star hate watch #enter at your own risk

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thorne93 · 3 years

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History Repeats (Part 8)

Prompt: Life’s hard, right? Well throw in a not so great job, a broken heart, and chasing a pipe dream in LA. But could someone come along to make all the bad shit disappear? Or is he just another heartbreak waiting around the bend?

Warnings: language, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, angst/heartbreak, adult themes (??)

Word Count: 1874

Note: Aesthetic made by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo because she’s absolutely amazing Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo . Brainstorming from @carryonmyswansong

**Song Inspiration: Wanna Be by Betty Who

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Living with Hayden proved to be nowhere near as daunting and scary as you thought it would be. At first, yes, there were a few bumps in the road. The laundry situation got a little confusing, the chores got a little mixed around, the groceries were nearly a catastrophe, but after a few weeks, the two of you finally had everything all sorted out.

Once the small discrepancies were sorted, he was a delight to have. Nothing changed about your friendship, in fact, it made it a little easier. Rather than figuring out whose place you would head to to hang out, or worrying about someone needing to get back somewhere in time for bed...None of that existed any more. You went to work, and reconvened at night when you got home.

Sometimes he was still up, waiting for you with a leftover plate of dinner ready so you didn’t have to cook. Other times, he kept a plate set aside with a note telling you how exhausted he was and he was in bed. To you, the notes were sweet. A lot of guys would just text something like “going to bed. Dinner on the counter. Night” or “didn’t make dinner. You may need to grab something.” But not Hayden, he always put thought into it.

His notes usually consisted of a wishful note on hoping your day went nicely, a comment or two on his own day, and a description of what he made for dinner. One night you came home to a bottle of wine and a piece of chocolate cake he set aside for you, after a particularly bad shift. The gesture had made your heart melt. Another night, you’d mentioned craving cheese so he made extra cheesy garlic bread with spaghetti. Another night, he surprised you with a few chocolate truffles and a can of coke since your head hurt, along with the aspirin already set out. If you weren’t careful, he was going to make you gain weight.

But you didn’t care. Hayden was so caring and sweet and attentive. You tried to repay the favor on days you were off by making him meals, surprising him with his favorite candy, or queuing up the next episode of whatever show you two were currently in the middle of. If he wasn’t feeling up for any of that, you’d freshen his sheets and room.

And if you two weren’t trying to outdo each other on the level of kindness, you would sit and play cards or a board game. Sometimes you worked on your writing and he worked on lines. Sometimes you even helped each other. You read lines with him and he helped you come up with smoother choruses.

Life couldn’t get much better for you. Jason was pretty much completely gone from your mind, your work seemed to be getting better and if it wasn’t, you always had Hayden to light it up for you. Hayden’s rent was already helping and he seemed happy to have a space to call his own.

Now, you were out getting groceries for the week and Hayden was just getting off work. He sent you a text to ask for a couple more things and you made your way to getting them. You grabbed the last bit of stuff that he wanted, the stuff on your list, you checked out, and made your way home.

When you got there, you were surprised by what you found.

“Hey, there’s...a little person here,” you noted as you got in the door with some of the bags of groceries.

You stepped inside and you saw Hayden crouched on the floor, talking to a two or three year old blonde little girl, playing with her hands and smiling at her.

“Oh hey, you’re home!” Hayden noted as he looked up at you and grinned widely, taking your breath away as it always did. “And your arms are full of groceries. Let me help.”

“Oh, no, you’re fine. Keep playing.”

He just rolled his eyes and walked past you out to the car to finish bringing in the bags. You sat them down and went over to the little girl, kneeling in front of her.

“Hey there,” you greeted softly as she smiled at you and put her fingers in her mouth. “I’m Y/N. What’s your name?”

Hayden just stepped in and put the bags down before joining you two.

“This is Briar Rose,” he informed proudly as he gazed at her, then looked back at you.

His introduction triggered in your head and the realization hit you. His daughter. This is the Briar Rose you two had spent so much time talking about.

“Oh! Oh my god! This is Briar!” you gasped. “It’s so lovely to meet you,” you said as you took her hand and shook it and she grinned and giggled.

“Briar, this is my good friend, Y/N. She owns this big house that we’re playing in and she’s nice enough to let Daddy stay here,” he said, pretending to press a button on her stomach, making her giggle. “Isn’t that nice?”

“Yeah,” she concurred, nodding, a happy grin on her face.

“When did she get here?” you asked, surprised and excited.

“An hour ago. Rachel dropped her off,” he informed, thrusting his head over his shoulder.

“Ah, gotcha,” you said, nodding, her name bringing up a bit of jealousy. “Well I’m gonna put the groceries up. I’ll make your dinner and get out of your way,” you said.

“Get out of our way?” he asked as you stood up and walked into the kitchen.

“Well, yeah? Don’t you want some bonding time with Briar? I don’t want to impose. I’ll just go to my room and chill or sing or something,” you responded, shrugging him off with a wave.

“What? No. I want you out here with us. I’d love for you to meet her and get to know her. I’m sure she’d really enjoy it too,” he assured.

“You sure?”

“Absolutely. Go ahead and make lunch and I’ll get her changed so we can go to the park after.”

“Oh! Or I could make up a picnic lunch and we could take it with us!” you offered, excited beyond belief to be able to spend the day with a child, let alone Hayden’s little angel.

“That’s perfect. I’ll meet you back out here in fifteen minutes?” he asked as he hoisted her up onto his hip.

“Yep!”

At that, he took off to his room to get her changed and probably get a to-go pack ready for her, meanwhile you set to work on a nutritious lunch a toddler could eat, as well as filling items for an adult.

As soon as you were all set up, the food, plates, and utensils ready, you met Hayden back near the front door, Briar on his lap.

“I’ll drive, so you can have time with her,” you said with a gentle smile at his beautiful daughter.

“Really?” he asked, astonished, his blue eyes searching yours.

“Yeah, of course,” you assured, smiling up at him.

“Thank you. Let me just grab the car seat from my car and we’ll get going.”

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The three of you shared a wonderful day at the park. It was in the high sixties, warm, with a low breeze. Briar played on just about everything and Hayden joined her ninety-percent of the time, pushing her on the swings, helping her on the jungle gym, putting her on the teeter-totter. You looked on with such awe. Hayden possessed every facet of a father to you - caring, nurturing, fun, involved. So long as he was with Briar, he was smiling and happy it seemed, and it warmed your soul.

He joined you back on the blanket you’d brought.

“Why don’t you join us?” he asked, excited anticipation in his face and voice as he grabbed a cracker and cheese.

“Nah, this is for you and Briar. I’m just here to watch.”

“Nonsense, come here,” he said, grabbing your hand and hoisting you up.

“Hayden, no! No, Hayden!” you said, laughing and pulling away from him. “I’m fine. Really!” you said, chuckling so hard your argument was futile. He eventually let go of your hand and grabbed you around the waist and pulled you over to the swings, sitting you down right beside Briar.

“You gonna swing wiff me, Y/N?” Briar asked with a happy grin on her face as her little hands gripped the chains of the swings.

“I suppose I am. Your dad seems to insist,” you said, laughing up at him as he pushed you once on the swing.

“You need to learn to let go, a little,” he said as he walked over to Briar.

“Oh? Just a little?” you asked with heavy sarcasm.

“Yeah, just a little,” he repeated with a wink.

“Push, Daddy! Push! Higher!” Briar squealed and you reveled in watching the two of them before you suddenly got an idea and hopped up from the swing.

You stood in front of Briar and caught her swing as she was coming forward.

“What happening?” Briar said as she seemed curious, scared, and delighted all in one.

“I’m the tickle monster, and I’ve caught you in a trap. The only way to get out of it, is to give me the secret code word,” you said with a fake, silly, sinister look and voice.

“No!” she squealed and laughed.

You slowly acted as if you were gonna tickle her, letting go of the swing with one arm, the other slowly going towards her side.

“No!” she cried out again.

“You gotta give me the password, then!”

“Pwease?!” she said, giggling.

“Nope!” you said, your hand inching forward. “Guess again!”

“Pwetty pwease!”

“Almost,” you teased as your hand was almost to her pink jacket.

“Pwetty pwease with sprinkles!”

“Yep!” you cheered. “Now hold on tight!” You waited to make sure she had a hold of the swing before letting it fall back to her father. She squealed and giggled the entire way back before he pushed her to you again, where you would grab her and pretend to drop her a few times, before actually letting her go. She seemed to love the thrill of the idea of falling.

The three of you continued to play, and run, and chase, and laugh all over the park. By the end of it, Briar was asleep in her carseat on the way home, and it was already growing dark.

Quietly, on the drive, you told Hayden, “I’m gonna make you dinner, but then I’m gonna go work on writing.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“No, I want to. I had a blast today. It was amazing. But I think you need time with your daughter.” You glanced back at her in the mirror. “I know how much you miss her, I don’t blame you. So you need to have some time with her though.”

“Yeah, we need to have our traditional night of watching Trolls together,” he mentioned fondly.

“Dinner in bed, then,” you corrected lightly as you glanced to him and smiled, him returning it with a warm grin, melting your insides.

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spice-chan · 4 years

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Runaway Omega -Chapter 3

The runaways made their way back from the beach to the house. You promised Shoto you’d teach him how to cook.

Now here you are, teaching him how to peel potatoes.

It was cute. Seeing a 6 foot Alpha staring at the potato with so much concentration, his eyebrows bunched together as he attempts to mimic the movements she demonstrated.

Eventually, he succeeded, and moved on to help you with other tasks that you had to walk him through.

After blood, sweat and tears, the final product made the pain all worth it.

Shoto never enjoyed a vegetable stew so much.

Maybe it was the combined effort, the good vegetables or the recipe, but Shoto could swear, this is the best fucking vegetable stew he tasted, maybe in the history of mankind.

“How is it Sho ? “ you called out, Shoto enjoying hearing the self given nickname coming from your lips.

“Amazing”

.....

After about a month of living with Sho, your bump was now evident, no longer can one blame it on over indulging during dinner.

Shoto, after having fully recovered, insisted that you share the bed.

“The bed is big and your pregnant, what if the pup gets hurt ? “

After Shoto insisted needlessly, showing a stubborn side to him you never even knew, you relented.

Your back will thank you for this, you guessed.

You can still remember the awkwardness of the first night. The stillness of the air melted throughout the night, giving way to a restful sleep.

But Shoto didn’t know how you two ended up in each others arms in the morning. He woke up to you bundled against his chest, the spooning position seemingly very natural, like you were meant to be there. Your arm, so much smaller then his, was wrapped over him as be had his own arm close to him but behind your head, keeping your head pressed loosely against him.

Shoto was confused by the redness covering his face. He was sure he didn’t eat any spicy.

.....

“Ok Sho, do you have the list with you ? “ you asked.

“Alright, wear a coat though, its cold outside” you warned him, moving to put your own coat on and hearing him say a quite ‘ok’.

You and Shoto had slipped into a little routine. He was fully recovered now, and his recovered strength was proving quite useful.

You can still remember when you walked into the living room and found his doing sit ups with his shirtless glory, droplets of perspiration going down his pecs. Some of those rippling muscles must have softened during his stay in bed and recovery, but if this is the softened version, what was his peak shape ?

The sight made you feel things, but you shook your head before your thoughts can leak into your scent. He still caught your stare though .

“( y/ n) , sorry I didn’t ask before doing workouts in your living room, its just that, the weather outside is too cold” he apologized, mistaking your stare to one of displeasure.

“I can still move outside though, I don’t mind”

“What ? No no Sho , you’ll catch a cold !”

“Are you sure ?” He asked one more time to make certain.

“Yup, I’m going to make some soup !”

Shoto insisted on helping you with, well, everything.

Now its a Tuesday, grocery shopping day.

You and Shoto set on your journey to town, people staring at the Alpha who had his hood up covering his hair and shielding his face. You asked him why he does that, he said he doesn’t like peoples stares.

He usually stands close to you, which makes your Omega feel quite safe, so you didn’t complain, and he makes sure to carry all the bags. Your bump had gotten noticeable now, the women in town stopping to congratulate you. You were fairly distant with them, given that you live in a place a bit secluded from the rest of the houses, but you didn’t mind, you were never the biggest social butterfly. You appreciated their sentiment nonetheless.

You didn’t appreciate it much when they assumed Shoto was the father though.

You were never the one for gossip, but part of remaining low key, is sadly not correcting those assumptions. Its also partly beneficial for the pup too, having an Alpha around increases the pups security, especially one as capable as Shoto, it shows he’s capable of providing.

But you still need to remember that he isn’t your mate. So after the butchers wife again, made that assumption, your mood soured for the rest of the journey.

You had been together for a while now, somehow, you’re going to have to get used to being on your own again. Shoto probably feels that he needs to repay you.

You continued your trip with a little sourness permeating your scent.

If Sho noticed, he didn’t let on.

While you were making your way back home with Sho carrying the bags in tow, you found a boy standing at a secluded spot, bawling his eyes out.

Before you knew it, your legs took you to him. Crouching down to his eye level, you patted his head soothingly.

“Come on little guy, whats wrong ?”

The boy looked at you, his blue eyes glimmering with tears. He hiccuped, unable to get the words out. I continued rubbing his back soothingly.

“Mummy...she’s dying” he finally managed to get out, the revelation bringing a fresh onslaught of tears.

“Why?! What happened?” I asked urgently.

“Shes sick !” The little boy screamed in anguish.

“The doctor said today is her last day “ he said with his lips quivering. He could barely squeeze words out through his pain.

I paused at that. I could help her but...

If the word got out that a healer lives her, it could bring unwarranted attention. You didn’t need him to catch wind of it, even if the chance of him looking for you is slim.

That could be bad for you and your pup.

And Sho told you that most healers resided in King Enji’s castle to insure his odds are good in case he decides to war.

But as you looked at the little boy, trembling wailing for the coming loss of his mother, you were suddenly filled with shame.

That little boy could have been your own, crying die to your untimely death, and if you were in that position, you’d want nothing more then to take his pain away.

“What’s your name ?” I asked him softly.

“Haru” he sniffed out.

“Well Haru, take me to your mummy, I can help her.”

He suddenly stopped and looked at me with a star filled gaze.

“Really?!” He asked in hope and disbelief.

“Really”

He jumped up and clutched my hand, the red rimmed eyes and damp cheeks the only remaining evidence of the crying that just occurred. He took me and ran as fast as his tiny legs could carry him, blue eyes shining like the wondrous skies, just as they should.

He stopped in front of a little house, weeds littered the porch, leading to a wooden door that looked to be barely standing on its hinges.

You walked inside and finished the job in no time, but swore the mother to secrecy. Her son was blooming with happiness, and soon, you hope, their home would bloom again too.

You were filled with contentment, knowing that you brought the smile back to their little family, that they no longer needed to part ways. You didn’t know what this little endeavor is going to bring upon your doorstep, and you decided not to think about it.

“You’re finally happy again” Sho observed.

Your heart palpitated for a second. So he noticed.

“How...?”

“You seemed tense somehow, and your scent gave it away” Sho explained.

Your scent barely changed, was he that attuned to it ?

Your heart was suddenly filled with something other then contentment, a feeling so foresight yet familiar, like warm honey pouring down and sweetening every inch.

You were standing in the ocean near your house, where you first met him.

Back then, the ocean only softly rippled, now it was raging, emotions spurring on vicious tides.

“Sho, are going to leave soon, aren’t you ?” I took the plunge. The conversation we were avoiding for a while now. It’s time to have it.

“I’m going to have to” he relented.

We both knew it deep down, but hearing it filled me with immeasurable sadness.

“But I don’t want to”

The air stilled.

“ (y/n), you might not be aware of this but... I don’t really have a home other then here, when I think of home, I think of you”

“And when I think of him, I can’t imagine it without you in it Sho” I reciprocated. And it was true. I can’t imagine living without this poker faced Alpha keeping me company. Without him trailing behind me during grocery shopping, and admiring the beach for all its beauty with me.

But the exchange was filled with unspoken secrets.

“But Sho, there’s something I have to tell you if you are going to stay.

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forever-rogue · 4 years

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Step Into the Daylight - Part 3

Summary: While fighting for your own survival, you somehow ended up in the care of one stoic Mandalorian…and his adopted child. (that’s it for now! don’t want to give away too much!)

A/N: Thank you guys so much for the all love and support on part one of this series, it was seriously overwhelming and amazing, and I hope you continue to enjoy this little series. Taglists are open, and as always feedback is welcome! xx

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin x Reader)

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: mild violence, language

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You studied yourself in the old warped mirror in the bathroom. It was the only one on the Razor Crest, the only one you’d seen in ages; you’d only caught glimpses of yourself here and there since you’d been on your own. It had been so long you’d almost forgotten what you looked like. You wiped away some of the fog that had built up on it, looking at your face, almost surprised to see who staring back you at you. You hair was longer than it had been in a long time, but otherwise it was the same face that you had always known, sans for the dark circles that were under your eyes. There were still some faint bruising along your jawline, but the soreness was gone. You had healed well and fairly rapidly, having received nothing but the best care from your savoir.

The wounds that had been sprinkled over your body were gone, only one new small scar had been added to your collection. The rest, the ones that wrapped around your back and shoulders were ancient history by now, faded, almost gone but not quite. They would forever serve as a reminder of your past of who you were, who had been forced to be, much like the faded numbering on your arm.

Grabbing the towel that from the rack, you dried your hair as best as you could, detangling it with your fingers before following with suit with drying your body. You reached for your clothes, new clothes courtesy of the Mandalorian and his latest visit to the market place, and touched the soft fabric. The fabric was a tan, accented by a few splashes of red. It was a color you had always fancied, and it had caught you by surprise that he’d chosen that particular one. It was almost like he knew, but he hadn’t; when he’d seen the colors something in him told him those were the ones.

These were by far the finest garments you had ever owned and you almost wanted to reject them, thinking they were far too fine for you, but you couldn’t say no. The delicate way he had handed them to you, telling you he hoped you would find the colors suitable, how he hoped it would be practical for your needs warmed your heart more than words could describe. The Child had even been in on it, dragging a new pair of boots towards as best as he could, despite the fact that they were almost bigger than him. So you had gratefully taken them, asking if you could somehow repay him. But he had just shaken his head now, signaling to you that it was the end of the conversation before slightly stalking away.

Slipping the garments on, you followed up with tying your hair in a loose bun before deciding that you looked suitable, maybe better than you ever had. You stepped out of the bathroom and into the chilly hallway, and found yourself instantly greeted by your small friend. He looked up at you and squeaked with joy, reaching for you with one hand.

“Hi there,” you said softly as you picked him up, looking him over before hugging him tightly. You stood there like that for a few moments, taking it all in as you realized this was probably the last time you’d get to hold him. The thought alone was almost enough to cause tears to flood down your face, “I’m going to miss you, you know. I’m going to miss you more than anyone else in the entire galaxy.”

He looked up at you, giving you a concerned look as you just gave him a misty eyed smile. He reached out and touched your cheek, much like your first encounter with him, delicately wiping at the few tears. How one little soul cared for you so much, you had no one idea, but you could just tell he was more than he appeared to be, “you are so special, buddy. I’ll think of you every day, I promise. Maybe sometimes you’ll think of me too. Can you promise me one thing?”

He looked at you and seemed to nod, his eyes wide with curiosity. You gave his ears some scratches before softly saying, “take care of him. He won’t admit it, but you’re special to him too. You need each other to survive, okay? He takes care of us, so we take care of him. But I’ve got to go. My place isn’t here, but yours is. Promise me?”

He made a small sound, somewhere between understanding and distress. He may have been a child, one who couldn’t properly communicate with you yet, but he understood. He knew what this meant, he knew that you were leaving and this was goodbye. Kissing the top of his head, you set him back down slowly and he plopped onto his small backside, too distressed to get up again and waddle after you.

“I’ll miss you,” you said quietly as swallowed the lump in your throat, “but this is for the best. This is the right thing to do.”

You picked up the small bag you had packed, mostly filled with the items that the Mandalorian had acquired for you. It had almost hurt, taking all the things from him, knowing that your new friend was going out of your life as quickly as he had entered it. You wanted to refuse everything he gave you, but he insisted on at least the necessities. How are you going to survive? You need at least a few basics. You knew he was correct, so you had let him fill the small rucksack for you.

Swinging it over your shoulder, you headed up to the front of the ship to where you could leave. Every step required too much effort, and you suddenly felt lethargic; you really didn’t want to leave, your heart was weighing heavy on you, but your head told you needed to. You had survived on your own since you were a child, learning to survive and adapt, and having had him taking care of you for the last several weeks had made you soft; vulnerable. You needed to learn to toughen up again, not to depend on another. If you remembered that then you would be safe, you would continue to survive. But don’t forget to live too the Mandalorian had reminded you one of the last nights when he was changing your bandages, life can’t be all about survival.

“Were you really going to leave without telling me?” you turned on your heel at the sound of the now all too familiar voice. It had become a welcome sound, and it often caused a jolt of electricity to run through your bones. You found him watching you closely, some fabric wrapped up in his hands as he awaited a response. You felt nervous under his keen gaze suddenly, wishing he hadn’t caught you. It would have been simpler without having to face him, so much less heartbreaking.

“I figured it was easier this way,” you lied. It would have been easier not to see him in person, to have to say an actual goodbye to him. The only goodbyes you’d really experienced were ones involving death, either around you or at your own hands. Those had been hard, they always were, but this felt about ten times as hard, “and you’d be able to put two and two together. I said goodbye to the Child already.”

“I guess this is it. This is goodbye then,” he said as he came closer, each step slow and calculated. He unrolled the fabric he was clutching tightly in his hand, displaying it to you. It was a deep crimson, one that matched the accents on your new clothes, and you immediately knew it was all done deliberately. He held it up and showed you that it was a beautiful cape, similar to his own, “this will help keep you warm.”

“You shouldn’t have...you didn’t have to,” you said quietly as he held it up to drape it gently around your shoulders. For someone so large, he was ever so delicate with how he moved your hair out of the away and tied to the fabric at the hollow of your throat. You looked up to meet his eyes, hoping he was meeting yours even under the helmet. You put your hand gently on his, giving his wrist a gentle squeeze, “thank you. For everything. I owe you my life, I owe you everything.”

“You owe me nothing,” he insisted, a small smile on his face that you couldn’t see, dark misty eyes that threatened to spill over with tears. That pang in the pit of his stomach was strong right now, and he was inclined to not let you leave, preferring if you stayed. The feelings that become so strong over the last few days, and it was slowly dawning on him what they were, even if he wasn’t ready to admit them out loud, “just stay safe out there. The world is yours now.”

“Thank you,” you said softly, avoiding his gaze as you tried not to cry in front of him, “maybe one day our paths will cross again. Until then, stay safe and take care of yourself. You’ve been so busy taking care of everyone else, you need to make sure you’re taking care of yourself too.”

“I will,” he promised quietly before slowly, almost reluctantly, removing his hands from yours. You took a step back from him and gave him a weak smile; you never, not in probably a million years thought you’d get like this over another person. The last time you had, your indiscretion and weakness (or so they called it) had led to their death. But you weren’t worried about this time, you were more worried about how hard it was going to be to get him out of your mind.

“Goodbye,” you said as you started to walk out of the ship and into the early light of day. It was beautiful here, and while you hadn’t explored every single place, you were sure you’d like it all, that you’d be able to make a home there.

“W-wait,” he reached for your hand and grabbed it for a moment, “where will you go?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, “but it’ll be fine. I’ll find some place. The people here have been kind so far, I’m sure I can ask someone for guidance if I need to.”

“Okay,” he said as he let go, watching you walk down and plant yourself firmly on the lush green ground. He wrestled with himself, but held back, standing at the top and watching you start to walk. It was hard and it took every fiber of his being not to run after you. Instead he quietly said, so softly you almost didn’t hear it, “Din. My name is Din.”

You stopped for a moment, surprised that he told you, surprised that he trusted you enough to provide you with such an intimate detail of who he was. Turning around you gave him a grin, “Din. I like it, it’s perfect.”

“Din Djarin.”

“I hope our paths cross again, Din Djarin,” you said sincerely, “May the force be with you.”

Before he could even say anything else, you gave him a small wave and walked away, leaving him mulling over your last words. He hadn’t heard those words in some time, even after the fall of the Empire, those words were still only spoken in secret. How strange that those would be your parting words; perhaps there was more to you, much more than he had expected or learned so far.

The Child had worked up the energy and found his way to his adopted father, tugging on his pants legs as he made a small cooing sound. Din gently picked him up and held him in his arms as he nodded in agreement, “I know. I shouldn’t have let her go.”

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Six Months Later

You’d adapted to your new life more quickly and effortlessly than you had expected. Once you’d left Din and the Child, you’d spent several days gathering your bearings, adjusting to not having to hide all the time and allowing yourself to relax. The first couple of nights were the hardest, the ones you cried the most over the loss of our friends, but you kept repeating to yourself that it was for the best.

Once you’d allowed yourself to properly wallow, you wasted no time in going around and looking for suitable work. The community you had settled into was a mix of all sorts of people from all sorts of places that somehow had ended up there, just like you. It was nice to be around other people that didn’t belong anywhere because you all belonged there now, together as a beautiful melting pot of cultures. You’d been lucky enough to find a place to live, staying with a small family and helping them out around their gardens and fields, spending your off days working with a weapons maker, one that actually dealt in honest work and focused on making quality heirloom pieces, not just things that would do harmful, lasting damage to people.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Barto smiled as at you as you entered his shop, ready to assist with whatever he needed for the day, “how are you on this lovely morning?”

“Well,” you grinned at him, taking off the crimson cloak from around your shoulders, touching it fondly before hanging it up, “for someone who was up late last night. Children have so much energy, and with these summer long days, they love staying up late.”

“As do we all,” he laughed and you nodded. It had been hard to deny the positive mood in the community, as the everything was in full bloom and the weather was the most lovely it had been, “I’m afraid I haven’t got anything exciting for you to do. Would you mind terribly cleaning up around the back today?”

“Not at all Barto,” you smiled at him before heading towards the back door, “whatever you need is my pleasure.”

You stepped outside in the small garden area, taking a deep breath as you let the fresh air enter your lungs. It was a beautiful day, and for some reason you had an extra spring your step. You didn’t know why, but something told you today was going to bring something good. That today was going to be different than your others had been.

Soon enough, you were in the midst of clean and tidying up, wiping some of the sweat from your brow when you heard someone running down the dirt pathway leading to the shop. They were breathless, clearly on some kind of mission and you perked up, your interest undeniably piqued. You listened as the door to the shop slammed open, and a young voice started speaking rapidly. You almost instantly recognized it as Gretta, the young girl you lived with, “Barto! Barto! Come quick, we need help.”

“Slow down little one. What’s going on?” he asked as you stepped into the shop, and her eyes flitted to you, wide and wild.

“There’s some kind of fight happening,” she said quietly, “at the market. One of the men, he’s getting hurt, and I didn’t know who else to ask. Please come quick we have to save him!”

Barto looked at you and you didn’t even hesitate for a moment before grabbing a few blasters, strapping them onto your person before running out of the shop, Gretta following hot on your heels. No one else knew your sordid history, or how you’d ended up there, like Barto did. He was your closest confidant, and he trusted you, just liked you trusted him. And he knew you could handle this.

As you neared the market, you could hear screaming and the sounds of blaster fire loud and clear. You put your hand on the small girl’s shoulder, “Gretta, go home right now. Make sure everyone’s at home and stay there, okay? You need to say safe.”

“Y/N, will you be-”

“Yes,” you promised her, pulling her into a quick hug, “just go and I’ll see you soon, I promise.”

She gave you a quick nod before turning and running away, ready to follow your instructions. You let out a long breath before deciding to just go in and see what was happening. There was no time for hesitation now, and you were sure you’d be able to know who to side with.

“Come on assholes,” you shouted, trying to get the attention drawn to you. It was then that you noticed the man in question was outnumbered three to one. Three very large looking brutes to one man, “why don’t you pick one someone your own size? Three to one? You must not be very good if it’s taking that many of you to bring down one man.”

The attention was quickly turned to you as you watched the man who had come to rescue try to scurry away limping as he clutched his side. One of the men smirked, a dangerous look in his eye as your hand immediately went to the trigger of the blaster, “you’ve got a big mouth, little lady.”

“That may be true,” you agreed, giving him a small shrug, “but I’m no lady.”

He thought he’d have you distracted, but you were quick, your skills and instincts stronger than ever as you blasted one of the men. He wasn’t about to get a leg up on you. The first man smirked at you as he took a step closer, “well, well, the little lady knows how to fight.”

“Want to find out how well? Try me,” your old swagger and bravado was slowly coming back as you tried to indicate to the people around that they needed to leave with a few subtle hand motions. They seemed to understand what you were saying as they all ducked away as you strode past them, walking closer and closer to the man.

“I’m already tired of your big mouth,” he sighed and you gave him a smirk. He held up his blaster and tried to get a few shots at you, but you were able to quickly dodge them, “just give up now.”

“I don’t think so,” you said as you quickly formed a plan, scaling the wall of the building and making to the rooftop. It wasn’t a tall building by any means, but just tall enough for you to loom above the man. You made a sound to get his attention, before throwing all caution to the wind and jumping off to get the drop on him, “surprise.”

You’d caught him so off guard that he didn’t have to react before you blasted him and kicked his body away. You hated doing it, you always did, but you were reassured by the fact that he was bad, probably the sort of person that wouldn’t have hesitated to kill you first if he’d had the chance. It was just the one left now and you looked around wildly, trying to find the thug and the man you were attempting to save.

You found them squaring off at the end of the marketplace, the thug at a clear advantage. It was then that you noticed the armor of the lying on the ground. It was silver, polished to a shine that put almost every other piece of armor to shame. Beskar. There was only one man in the galaxy that had a whole suit of beskar. It was him, you had no doubt about it, your stomach falling when you realized what was happening.

“Din,” you shouted as you ran over to him, almost tripping over your own feet. He didn’t respond to his name, and you realized he must have been badly hurt already. The thug with the upper hand raised a rock and got ready to slam it down on Din’s body and all you could do was watch in horror, almost frozen with fear. But something inside snapped, you weren’t sure what it was but you used both hands to push at the thug letting out a loud, “no!”

Before your eyes you watched as the man was sent flying back, smashing against a nearby stall before slumping to the ground. You looked at your hands, examining every inch, watching as they trembled and shook. You weren’t what had happened, what you had done, but something had happened, something in you felt like it was awakened. But you didn’t have time to think about it or process any of it, running over to Din. You instantly dropped to your knees at his side, relieved to see his chest still rising and falling in a steady pattern.

“Din,” you said as put your hands on shoulders, shaking him lightly, “Din, it’s me, it’s me. Y/N. I’m here. Please tell me you’re okay, please be okay. Please be with me.”

Without even thinking about it, he reached up gently and put his hand on your cheek. You cupped it with yours, letting out a sigh of relief as you realized he was still with you. You leaned down and rested your forehead against his helmet, “Y/N. I had to come back.”

“Why?” you asked quietly wondering what in the galaxy could have made him decide to want to come back. It was a beautiful place you were living in now, but it didn’t attract much attention, or bounty hunters for that matter, “what possibly could have possessed you and make you want to come back.”

“You.”

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You were humming a soft song under your breath, quietly tending to the wounds that were strewn along Din’s side. He was stripped to his under garments, devoid of the beskar that you’d seen him typically sport. You were reluctant to take it off, but knew you had to do so in order to properly aid him; so you had gently taken each piece off, making sure to clean them all before stowing them away for the time being. You’d left the helmet on, and although he’d never explicitly told you it needed to remain on, you were familiar with the Mandalorian Creed. You were from Mandalore after all.

His skin, surprisingly soft and supple was beautifully tan and warm under your touch. You’d had to swallow the lump in your throat several times as you tried not to fixate on it too much, but there was no denying the feelings seeing it sparked. It was like you were seeing a special part of him, a part no one else generally got to see. But you reminded yourself that you needed to help him, to take care of him, just as he had done to you. And so you did.

You tended to his wounds gently, making sure they were bandaged properly so they would heal without too much permanent damage. When his shirt was pushed up, your eyes landed on the scars and marks that littered his torso. You wondered how he had acquired them, if they each a story behind them. How long they had taken to heal, how much they had hurt him. You traced your fingers gently over them, humming softly under your breath. It was a little lullaby you remembered from your childhood, one of the few memories that were still ingrained in your mind, crystal clear.

At some point you were so engrossed in what you were doing you hadn’t noticed that he was awake; focused on his wounds only you as made sure he was okay. A few times he thought about opening his mouth to speak, to say something, almost anything, but he wasn’t able to. Din was much too enthralled in your work, how his whole body warmed up under your every touch, each caress making the pang in his heart increase. So he remained silent, watching your every move, memorizing every expression that crossed your face, how soft your hands on his body, especially when you stopped intermittently and checked his pulse to make sure it was still going. How you didn’t notice the rapid beating of his heart was beyond on him, but he was thankful that you seemed oblivious to it.

But when you pulled up a chair next to the makeshift cot he was laying on, he almost completely lost his cool. When you gently reached for his hand and held it in yours for what seemed like hours until you fell asleep, he thought he died and had gone to some sort of proverbial heaven. He never once would have thought that the simple act of someone holding his hand would have caused such feelings to stir within him; not until you anyway. Your head slumped on your shoulders as light snores escaped your lips, you looked so peaceful that all he could was to lace his fingers through yours and give your hand a squeeze, promising you that he wouldn’t let go. Eventually at some point, from pain or exhaustion, he fell asleep, the most comfortable sleep he had in the six months since you’d been gone.

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The next time he woke up it was to hushed, upset sounding whispers. You were no longer by his side, and he found himself reaching for your hands, only to find emptiness until he scanned the room and found you speaking to a woman he did not recognize.

“Y/N,” she said softly as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind your hair. There was an upset look on her face as you left your stomach drop, “I hate to do this, I really do. You’ve become a part of our family, we love you, we all do, but you cannot stay here anymore. You must leave as soon as it is safe.”

“What? Why?” you immediately pulled out of her touch and looked at her with wild eyes as the words crashed over you. Part of you had expected this for a long time; not because they made you feel unwelcome, just because you’d never had a permanent home. All good things had to come to end some way or another, and that feeling had always remained in the back of your mind, “I-I don’t understand. Have I done something wrong?”

“It’s not safe for you here and in turn it’s not safe for our family. You must understand, I just want to keep everyone safe...the children have to come first,” she explained and you wondered what she meant. You’d kept your head down for months and never rocked the boat. None of them even knew about your true past besides Barto and he had never made a big deal out of it, he had accepted you as just another person.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” you admitted as you dabbed at the stinging in your eyes. Don’t let them see you cry; don’t let them see you weak, you reminded yourself, “I haven’t done anything. Nothing’s changed...”

“You never told us that you were a Jedi,” she said quickly, the last word barely audible, and your mouth dropped open in confusion as your brows knitted together. Din was intently listening, unsure of what he was hearing, if it was all some sort of weird fever dream or actually happening. Surely he didn’t hear correctly. Jedi is not a word people used openly, he hadn’t even heard it uttered since the fall of the remaining Jedi.

“What are you...Jedi? I have no clue what you’re talking about,” you finally managed to say, running your hands through your hair in exasperation. It had seen so long since you’d heard that word, but never once had you been accused of being one yourself, “I’m not...no. Surely, you must be mistaken.”

“People saw you, sweetheart. Back there when you saved that man,” she looked at Din for a moment, their eyes locking even if she didn’t know it, “it’s not going to be safe for you anymore. They will come looking for you if you’re here-”

“The Empire is gone…no more. Surely they’re not still hunting…”

“They will continue to look for people like you. It’s not safe for you yet, and no one knows when it will be,” she said quietly as you just tried to process what she was saying. You had no clue where she had gotten the notion that somehow you possessed some of the powers you had only imagined being capable of, “when your friend is well, you have to go. Please know that we don’t want to do this, but it’s for the sake of the community, we have to try and keep it safe.”

“Of course,” you said as you blinked back the hot tears that threatened to spill over and run down your cheeks. There was no sincerity in your declaration, but you didn’t care at that point. Your time had run out and for whatever reason, you needed to go, to find a new place to make a home. You should have known better than to let yourself get comfortable, “I’ll leave as soon as he’s well. His wounds aren’t too bad and he should be good to go after some rest tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” she said gently as you just gave her a curt nod, “you should make sure to lie low for a while. People will be watching closely.”

“I’m not sure what they’re going to be watching,” you sighed as you rubbed your temples; your mind was already hurting from trying to process everything, “but I guess they’re welcome to watch.”

“That man,” she asked as she looked back over at Din, who was wide awake now and listening intently. He stilled for a moment, sure that his jig was up and she could tell he had been listening. But instead she just looked at him, regarding him with interest, “he’s a Mandalorian.”

“Yes.”

“Who is he to you?”

You turned to looked back at Din, a small smile crossed your features. Part of you thought he was awake, almost like you could sense it, but didn’t want to comment on it. Your heart had missed him more than you could have imagined, that must was evident as you looked over his figure; today had reminded you just how strong your connection with him had been, “he’s a friend.”

“Must be an important friend for you to risk everything for him.”

“Yes,” you answered quietly, feeling warmth creeping into your cheeks, “the best of all.”

She gave you a soft look before giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. She was trying her best, you knew she was, but it didn’t make it the situation any easier. Most people in her situation would have done the same; honestly, you probably would have done the same if you were trying to protect your family, if you had any.

Turning away from her as she left you to attend to the Mandalorian, your shoulders slumped with exhaustion. You were tired suddenly, so tired from the events of the day and your conversation and praying to the maker that Din was alright. Making your way over to him, you trailed a hand over his torso, making sure he wasn’t running too hot before flopping back down into the chair beside him.

Din contemplated turning to you and letting you know that he had heard everything, but he remained silent, observing you instead. His heart broke a little when he realized that there were a few silent tears streaming down your face. Even when you had beaten and broken, he’d had seen you like this; this was much worse. You let yourself have a few moments of crying before using the sleeve of your sweater and wiping at your damp eyes, and collecting yourself. You didn’t have time to cry and be weak, you needed a plan - and quick.

You stretched your legs out and rested them on the edge of the bed, mind spinning as you conjured up various plans to escape and remain safe. Eventually, exhaustion took over and your eyes closed against your best efforts, and sleep pulled you in as your head lulled to the side.

Din had remained silent as he had watched you, wishing there was something he could comfort you, to reassure you and remind you that it would be alright and if you were willing he would help you. He knew you were stubborn though, that it would probably take some convincing; but if he had it his way, you would come with him and he have by his sound. There was something that drew him to you, that told him he needed to come back to you, whether it was the force or something else, he wasn’t going to leave your side again.

Once he was sure you were sleeping soundly, he reached over and took one of your hands in his and laced his fingers through yours. He wasn’t sure if you were aware of what was going on or if you could somehow feel what he was doing in your sleep, but a part of him hoped you could. He wished you could feel how much he cared for you, the depth of which he almost couldn’t even explain.

After a while he succumbed to sleep as well, his body most definitely needing the rest. So, he feel asleep holding your hand, faintly humming a tune under his breath, but he had been so out of it he didn’t even realize what was he was doing. It was enough for now, but tomorrow, when you were both awake, he would tell you all the things he had felt you were gone and ask you to come back. And maybe you’d tell him more about your mysterious past; his interest was piqued and he knew he wanted to know everything about you. There was something about you that was just undeniable.

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overlordofawesomeness · 3 years

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A Man for Himself (Norton x Eli)

Genre: Romance, Thriller, Horror, Fantasy

Rating: R-18

Pairing: Norton x Eli | Prospector x Seer

Chapter Trigger Warning/s: N/A

Chapter 2

"Good job on your first match!" A tall, dark-skinned man gave Norton's shoulder a smack. "I heard you contained the hunter all throughout the match. And it's not just any hunter. It's the Ripper! Bloody Jack the Ripper! It's never easy to go against him. But you, my friend, managed to buy time for your teammates and get a four man escape! Truly amazing."

It was dinner time. Most of the survivors had gathered around the long table to feast on the variety of delicacies served by the owner of the manor. It's a small reward for winning most of the matches for the day.

Norton was sandwiched between a burly man named William and a buck-toothed lawyer named Freddy. He preferred talking to the former despite the smacks that he's constantly receiving from the big guy. From what he'd learned, William was a rugby player, and it showed. He had the built, the energy and the charisma. He seemed like the type that could guarantee the victory of his team—a real team player. Norton needed a man like William on his side.

"I honestly had no idea what I was doing back there," Norton responded in an almost timid manner and shrugged. "It's mostly thanks to Eli. If it wasn't for him, I would've been caught by the hunter."

"Ah, yes, Eli." William nodded, picking up a glass of wine and taking a sip from it. "He's the best. I may sound like I'm exaggerating, but words can't describe how good he is as a teammate. You've witnessed it yourself, haven't you?"

Norton picked up an apple from the bowl of fruits at the center of the table and bit a chunk off of it. "I have."

He had to admit that the stunt Eli had pulled was outstanding, although he's still slightly pissed about the time he'd missed a calibration because of the owl.

"So how's your stay in the manor so far?" William continued, picking up a grape and popping it into his mouth.

How was it? Norton let his eyes wander around the room. He saw different faces and personalities. He hadn't yet spoken to most of the survivors, barely interacted with them. This was merely his second night after all. It's too early for him to tell whether he would get along with everyone or not, whether the challenges would become harder or not. But, of course, he would make it so things would work in his favor. He's in a game, but he wouldn't let the game play him.

"So far so good," Norton replied, taking another bite off of his apple. "It's challenging, but I have amazing teammates; and I'm sure I'll get to know more incredible people like you in my future matches."

"You're flattering me." William laughed and stood up from his seat. "Anyway, nice meeting you, Mr. Campbell, but I have got to go now. Enjoy your stay, and I hope to be on the same team with you soon. Have a nice evening."

"You have a nice evening as well." Norton grinned. "But I'm not flattering you. I know an exceptional person when I see one."

"Thanks."

Waving a hand, the rugby player made his way out of the dining chamber, leaving Norton with the company of the people whom he barely knew. These people chose to live in the moment despite having full knowledge of the situation they're in. They laughed as though their lives wouldn't be taken from them any moment. Norton wished he could be like them, but all he could see was the overwhelming false camaraderie. These people were like him, and it's sickening.

After gulping down the remaining wine in his glass, Norton got up from his seat and left the room. He hadn't explored the rest of the estate yet, so he decided to go and visit the garden, which he figured would be at the back of the manor.

The garden could be considered a tranquil place. There was a fountain at the center of it and a few wooden benches where one could sit on to admire the view of the sky while being surrounded by a collection of various shrubs. It was a perfect place for Norton to contemplate on his next moves. However, as he was making his way to the fountain, he spotted two people at the far left side of the garden. He quickly took a few steps back and hid behind a column so as not to let his presence be known.

One of the men was crouched over a shrub as if examining its flowers while the other was standing with a cigarette in hand. They seemed to be having a little argument. They were Eli and the guy with the elbow pads. Norton hadn't had the chance to ask the latter's name yet. Not like he's planning to do so.

"You don't have to like him," Eli sighed. "I think he's pretty good. He'll be a great addition to our team."

His buddy didn't seem to agree with him as he clicked his tongue, took a drag off of his cigarette and huffed. "I'm not saving your sorry bottom if you get in trouble because of him."

"Naib, please." Eli's tone dropped. "We're done with this. Just go and check on Emily. See if she can make it tomorrow. If not, we might need to ask Fiona to come with us instead."

Naib clicked his tongue yet again, but he obliged with his partner's request and turned to leave after flicking the cigarette butt into the bushes. Seeing as the male was coming his way, Norton put on a straight face and acted as though he'd recently entered the garden and hadn't heard anything. A look of surprise crossed Naib's face upon seeing Norton, but he didn't say anything and continued on his way out of the garden. He got dismissed again by that punk.

"Good evening, Mr. Campbell."

Norton turned to see that Eli was already sitting on a bench by the fountain. It was hard not to notice the absence of the blindfolded man's owl. It must have been badly injured from the last match that they'd had.

"I'm sorry about Naib," Eli continued in an apologetic tone. "He's always been like that to newcomers."

Norton froze. He didn't think Eli would know that he was eavesdropping earlier. Feeling a little tinge of embarrassment, he waved his hand and laughed it off as he made his way to sit by the fountain. Denying it wouldn't make him look good either.

"It's fine. I don't blame him," he replied, lightly rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm new after all. It's not easy to trust someone you just met. But enough about me, I'd like to know about your owl." He'd rather not talk about himself. "Is it badly hurt?"

"She's recovering. Thanks for asking." Eli gave a polite smile, probably appreciating Norton's concern for his owl. "She should be fine for tomorrow's match. How about you? How are you?"

Why were people so curious about him?

Norton took a deep breath and leaned back a bit, turning his gaze to the canopy of vines above him. "I think I'm doing great. Still adjusting. But I'm sure I'll get used to it in no time."

Silence fell between them. Norton had nothing more to say, but Eli's stare was still trained on him as if he was expecting more answers. Or, at least, he looked like he was staring at Norton. This made him a little uncomfortable. He was so used to getting a lot of attention, but this was different. It felt like he was being silently judged.

"How can you see when you have a blindfold on?" Norton heard himself ask. It didn't come out as smoothly as he thought it would. Honestly, he wasn't even expecting himself to ask at all.

Eli was quiet for a moment as if wondering if Norton was serious about his question. Then he laughed, a soft laugh that didn't sound condescending. Just out of pure amusement.

"I don't," he answered once he's finally settled. "At least, I don't see what's in front of me." He stood up and started to pace around the garden. "I only see what my owl sees. Unbelievable, right? It's like choosing to be blind in order to see beyond what normal eyes can see. Does that make sense?"

Norton nodded. It was indeed unbelievable. After all, one doesn't normally get granted with vision like of Eli's. It's something out of fantasy.

"I thought you sent that owl to distract me, to be honest," he admitted. Yet another statement that he didn't expect to disclose.

Eli stopped pacing and looked at him. "Sorry about that," he said. "It's just my owl's way of marking your locations."

"I see." Norton dipped his head in understanding. "Thanks again. I owe you one." As if.

Eli smiled. "Like I said, no one gets left behind. It's a teamwork. But if you insist..." He turned around and started to walk off. Then he looked over his shoulder. "Repay me by surviving."

By that time, he was already at the door, ready to get back inside; but Norton stood up fast and ran after him.

"Hey, Eli!" he called out.

Eli paused. "Hm?"

Norton took a deep breath, catching the one he'd lost from running. "I'll do my best when we get teamed up again."

The blindfolded man smiled yet again. Norton wished it was Eli's way of mocking him, but it looked so genuine.

"You'll be fine," Eli spoke in a reassuring tone. "And it won't be long. We'll meet again soon."

With that, he turned and continued on his way back inside. Norton stood there and watched him leave until he's finally out of sight.

He's an eyesore.

Eli's great, but his ideals sounded ridiculous. They could pretend to look out for each other; but in the end, the only thing that mattered was escaping on one's own.

As soon as Eli's gone, Norton began to find his way back to his room. He's sharing it with someone, but he'd never met his roommate since he moved in. Until now.

When Norton opened the door to his room, he was welcomed by a gray-haired male who was wearing a white surgical mask. Probably due to surprise, they both stared at each other in silence for a moment.

"You..." the man muttered behind his mask, his brows furrowing as he stared at Norton. "You smell of death."

Then, as if nothing happened, he walked past Norton and disappeared down the hallway. It wasn't the best first impression that he was expecting from his roommate.

What a weirdo.

Shaking it off, Norton continued into his room and plopped down in his bed. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, thinking how he would make a progress in his mission. The game was interesting, yes; but the treasure wouldn't wait for him forever. He had to make a move.

Taking off his boots, he decided to call it a day.

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anika-ann · 4 years

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Errare Humanum Est - Pt.7

Of Monsters and Men

Type: series, soulmate AU series (part 1, part 2) x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (past?) Word count: 2490

Summary: ‘Nat’ and the boys are still on the road and to kill the time more than anything, they talk monsters and most importantly, witches.

You know what they say: speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Warnings: mentions of violence, monsters, supernatural elements, mentions of amnesia and interesting dreams and swearing (always)

Story masterlist

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“Hold onto me tight. Can’t have you falling off, doll…”

“You’re such a troublemaker-“

“I want to see you come undone first. Can I, doll?”

“Do I look unwilling, doll? I’m actually pretty eager to find out how long do you need to recover…”

“Eyes on me, darling-”

You jolted awake with a gasp for air, your eyes snapping open into sharp midday sun. It took you a second to realize where you were, what the low purr under your body meant, music on low volume and a male voice softly humming along.

You blinked, meeting Sam’s gaze as he turned his head to face you.

“Hey. You alright?” he asked, concern furrowing his features.

You took a deep breath, trying to ignore the blood rushing to your cheeks at the memory of the dream. They were bits and pieces, sweet and hot, yet leaving dull ache in your chest in their wake. You were absolutely sure this was your consciousness recalling moments with your soulmate, but you were unable to make anything useful of them. It was like chasing ghosts – eh, actually, did ghosts exist? What was it like, chasing them? Never mind-

You were supposed to be a ghost, because apparently you had died.

Alright. Shake it. Snap out of those messy thoughts.

The more awake your body got, the more you realized your chest wasn’t the only thing that was tense and it wasn’t only your neck that nearly cramped.

“Yeah,” you muttered finally, while Sam’s eyes managed to get really worried, still on you. “Just… call of nature.”

In more than one ways. Your bladder might actually burst soon, but you couldn’t deny your arousal either. Gee. Why did it have to be that kind of dream you had? Why couldn’t you see your soulmate’s face clearly instead? Nope scratch that, his ID would be better, complete with his freaking address.

“Hold on for about half an hour, Nat. I’d like to stretch my legs anyway and Garth should be waiting for us.”

You smiled at Dean despite him being unable to see it, his eyes focused on the road. It was sweet of him. You might as well be sweet back.

“Thanks, Dean. And you can turn the volume up, if it was low just because of me,” you hummed, holding back a chuckle when his hand immediately moved to the radio.

“Thanks, Nat. Wanna tell us what that dream of yours was about? You seem a bit shaky,” he nudged, surprisingly gentle. You would expect such approach from Sam, but he only glanced at you, apparently wanting to know as well.

You sighed, wondering how to put it without sounding like a horny teenager.

“It’s… I think they’re like memories? But they don’t make any sense,” you said in the end, casting your glance down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt, fingers interlacing and disjointing again. “It’s my soulmate, I know as much. Or, you know, I’m pretty sure. It’s nothing useful though.”

“I’m sorry,” Sam soothed, his voice genuinely regretful. You just shook your head, sending a sad smile his way.

“The only pattern is a… a pet-name, I guess.” Well, until now, it was just one. ‘Darling’ was new. “He keeps calling me ‘doll’.”

You didn’t know why you told them, you weren’t planning on it. Except they were so genuinely nice to you it hurt and you felt like honesty was the least you could give in return. Now, you could practically touch their surprise.

It was Dean who commented on it, but not in a malicious way, which you were eternally grateful for.

“Doll, huh? Maybe he’s a mafioso. Sounds like something from an old movie. Heh, maybe you time-travelled too!” he speculated out loud and you only gulped, not as amused as you should be. Was that a thing? Time-travel?

“God, I hope not,” Sam whined, effectively startling you. So it was possible?

“Nah, I bet it’s just him being a gentleman, ya know, the old-fashioned kind of guy. After all, how could he not, having such a… swell dame for a soulmate?”

Both you and Sam eyes Dean with wary and confusion.

“Since when you’re an expert on war era slang?” Sam demanded, amused surprise lacing his voice.

“Simpler times, Sam. Simpler times. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

Sam just chuckled, shaking his head. You laughed as well despite not quite understanding what it meant. You simply enjoyed the banter and teasing that was strengthening their brotherly love; you already caught up that much, that they loved each other greatly. How could they not? They were both absolutely amazing despite their differences.

People might find it strange for them to be so close at their age – not that you knew theirs precisely, or yours for that matter – but you thought it was endearing. If they killed monsters for living, their lives couldn’t be normal and conventional, could they? It spiked your interest once more.

“Alright. What can you tell me about what you do and how you get your money?”

“Not sure you wanna hear that, d-- now I have the nickname stuck in my head, dammit. It’s not a pretty chat, Nat. You sure?”

You nodded, but agreed out loud for the god measure. After all, Dean was still driving.

“Your choice. We hunt monsters. But let me tell you, humans are actually the worst… well, humans and witches…”

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Dean and Sam hadn’t even told half about the monsters that lurked in the shadows and you already felt overwhelmed, grateful when you reached Bedford and the older brother called his ID maker.

Garth was a nice guy, if a little overexcited and goofy.

He called you a madam, gave Sam a newest book by George R. R. Martin (who?), which seemed to excite the hunter greatly and Dean received a piece of apple pie. You couldn’t remember your life, but if you had, you were sure it still would have been Dean’s smile that was the brightest you had ever seen. Note to yourself; when repaying Sam and Dean, a pie and a book were necessities.

Your trio didn’t stop to chat with the man for long though – you needed to be on your way. Garth was apparently in the business of hunting, because he made a face way too similar to Sam’s at a mention of witches. You weren’t sure if you looked forward hearing about those; you guessed they weren’t wearing pointy hats and befriending cats.

The remaining hours to your destination flied; the brothers continued to educate you in monster food chain (people were usually the food, which you did not enjoy learning), briefing you on existence of things you could barely imagine. Also, they weren’t only friends with an angel, apparently – they were also on rather good terms with king of Hell.

“King of Hell?” you parroted, bewildered. What the h— heaven?!

“Yeah. Dean used to be bestie with him, too,” Sam quipped, half delighted at his brother’s annoyed face when sharing this fact, half bitter for pretty obvious reasons.

“Dude.”

“You keep the weirdest company,” you stated, your head buzzing with all the info you got. You grimaced when you realized that the company included you.

“We know,” Sam sighed, turning his tablet on. “But it’s not all bad. I mean, Garth, the guy you just met… he’s a werewolf and-“

“He’s a WEREWOLF?!” you yelped, causing the brothers jump in their seats and Dean jerk the steering wheel aside, throwing you all of balance.

“Christ, woman! Keep the volume low!” the driver spitted out as he returned to the correct lane, ignoring the honks of other cars. “I know, I know, shut up, I’m not drunk…”

“Sorry,” you blurted out on autopilot, your mind pre-occupied with the fact that the sweet dorky guy you had just met was a fucking werewolf.

It was Sam’s turn to apologize or he thought so. “My bad. I shouldn’t have just dropped that on you.”

“But he was so nice!”

“If you say so,” Dean assented reluctantly, voice dripping with doubt. You weren’t trying to figure out why he questioned such an obvious thing. It wasn’t your place. Not to mention you were still too astonished by the announcement.

Sam cleared his throat. “Anyway. We have two victims so far. Both are young women, Alicia Peters, 16 years old and Helen Sanders, 16 as well. They were apparently classmates, rather good students, but not friends. One of them was found three days ago, the other yesterday. They both sneaked away in secret, some other classmates claimed to them being… eh, giggly. They thought they had new boyfriends,” Sam summed up, while Dean nodded every now and then. “Why do you think witches? Could be dragons… which would be probably even worse.”

“…dragons? You’re joking.”

Dragons were real now?!

Dean ignored your incredulous remark. “Virgins, right? That’s what I thought. But check this out – according to the coroner, they had a puncture wound over their heart like from some very thin needle – or, more likely, a very thin straw, because their hearts were completely drained of blood.”

Your head was definitely spinning now, your stomach flipping over. You had been getting hungry before, but not so much anymore. You wanted to tune the conversation out, but it was inevitable to hear it. Your ears wouldn’t listen; it was like watching a train-wreck happen and being unable to draw your gaze away. Morbid curiosity played a part too.

God, you really were weird company.

“That’s disgusting,” Sam stated, his fingers moving swiftly over the screen.

You only hummed in agreement, trying to get the visual from your brain. Soulmate. Think of your soulmate and his sultry voice calling you doll. You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, shocked that it actually worked. His voice washed over you, cocooning you in a soft blanket.

“Tell me about it,” Dean agreed darkly, but Sam held out his hand all of sudden, causing both you and Dean freeze.

“What?”

“They found two young men this morning. John Doe One and Two for now. They were…” Sam wavered, eyeing you in the rear-view mirror. Now he was checking with you? You guessed your face was pale as a sheet of paper, but hey, it wasn’t like you couldn’t just try and cover your ears. You nodded at him encouragingly and he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “…found in one bed, stabbed in the heart and… ugh, with their… tools ripped off.”

Dean winced, while you just blinked. Did he mean like… wow. Oh, wow. You weren’t sure how to react to that.

“There was a note. We apologize for ruining such pure lives of the sweetest kind and as a prove of our remorse, we present their families with-“ Sam faltered in his speech, gagging. “Yeah, alright. Apparently, the missing part of their bodies was found with the… note. No need to go into details.”

“Yeah, Sammy, I’d be pretty grateful if we stopped talking about that. What now, though? Do we believe this crap?”

“You could have an ally,” you quipped shyly, receiving Sam’s sigh in reply.

“Brutal one, but yes. We need to at least check it out.”

“Yeah, but we get a lunch before that. I need something to comfort me. You traumatized my love muscle, Sam. Do you have any-“

“Yeah, alright, just… stop right there,” Sam stopped his brother, as if shielding himself from TMI by holding out his palm against Dean. “Got it. We need to stop for a bite.”

You giggled, the sound interrupted by your stomach growling. When had you got your appetite back?

“I guess lady in the back agrees,” Dean hummed, grinning in Sam’s direction. You laughed when you came to conclusion that he enjoyed making his younger brother uncomfortable, Sam making a face back at him as he realized the same.

They seemed like a greater pair of siblings the longer you spent with them.

It only took several minutes to get to the town and find a place to eat; Dean seemed to have a talent for finding food, which you appreciated immensely. You hadn’t been eating much, ashamed of using the brothers like that, so you were hungrier than you would be willing to admit. You had a sneaking suspicion that Sam was beginning to notice, because his eyes were narrowed as you picked the cheapest thing on the menu that appeared edible.

“You’re not eating,” he pointed out bluntly the moment the waitress left.

You just gaped at being caught and so shamelessly called out. Dean’s gaze shifted to you and now you had two men glaring at you keeping you company in the boot.

“I’m… not hungry.”

“Your stomach said differently,” Dean reminded you with his eyebrow arched in challenge. You opened your mouth uselessly, the protest dying in your throat at the intensity of his bright green eyes. “If this is about money, get your head out of your ass, Nat. You need to eat.”

“But-“

“But nothing. We’re having a desert,” he shut you up effectively, not permitting any objections.

You sighed, guiltily merging with your seat. A menu was placed in front of you, Dean’s fingers pointing at it.

“Actually, you’re picking one right now.”

You wordlessly obeyed, defeated. “I don’t mean to be difficult,” you whispered apologetically and Sam just shook his head with a smile.

“We know. And I get it, you don’t want to impose and use us, but… we chose to help you. Try to accept it, alright?”

You only nodded, determined to at least find the best dessert. The corners of your lips quirked when you found it.

“Looks like we’re in for an apple pie,” you decided, smirking in Dean’s direction. His eyes lit up and you couldn’t but feel the warmth around your heart at that. You actually did that, made him smile. Maybe you weren’t the worst company in the world after all. “Unless you’re sick of it after-“

Dean’s hand snatched the menu away, shutting it close. “Shut you piehole, Nat.”

Sam laughed as they brought your food.

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You were just finishing your infamous dessert, when the brothers stiffened at the voice coming from behind their back, the other side of the boot.

You frowned, not finding anything strange about the female voice with British accent.

“Thank you, darling. It will be all,” the woman said politely.

The moment the waitress left, Sam and Dean stumbled from their seats and towards the other boot. The tension in their shoulders only grew and they let out a ridiculously synched irritated sigh, multiple emotions playing on their face; you caught annoyance and a bit of anger for sure.

“Rowena,” Sam greeted her in pretended politeness and you couldn’t but check the situation out. They didn’t seem to be happy about running into their acquaintance.

You got a glimpse of a redhead sipping at her tea delicately, her pinkie raised as she held her cup.

“Hello, boys.”

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Part 8

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I adore that woman, I swear. She’s so classy and sassy.

Also, for those who haven’t seen SPN, I extended the guide at the end of chapter one - you’ll find ‘Chuck’ and ‘Rowena’ there ;)

Thank you for reading!

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producingtrashycontent · 4 years

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Can I request a Nozel x Vanessa fanfic?🙈

Yes you can my anon friend! I have to say though, since my main ship for Nozel is Nozel x Dorothy and for Vanessa it's Vanessa x Finral, this was definitely a challenge to write, but I enjoyed it. I had to do research using some fics on Ao3. I made it a little dramatic at the end, but I hope you enjoy!

I Missed You

Nozel always put his Magic Knight duties before anything else. Sometimes he pushed people away, but it was always for the good of the country. Recently, it had become harder and hard for him to put his duties before anything, or someone, else.

As Nozel finally returned from a month-long mission on the border of the Diamond Kingdom, he felt his aching heart heal itself. He could finally see her again. Nozel remembered the day they met and all the days they spent together like it was yesterday.

•~•~•~•

Nozel had been patrolling the streets of the royal capital. There was some noise coming from an alleyway near by. Turning into the alleyway, Nozel came across four large men that had a woman pinned between them. The woman had a gag on her mouth and ropes connecting her arms and legs to prevent her from running. One of the men had her grimoire wrapped in vines. It was obvious that these men planned to kidnap the woman and rape her. Nozel wouldn't let that happen.

"I'll advise you four to let her go."

The men turned around at the sound of Nozel's voice. One of them smirked and stepped close to Nozel.

"Whatcha gonna do about it, braidface?"

Another one of the men stepped forward to stop the first man. "Dude, I think that's the captain of the Silver Eagles."

"I don't care his he's the captain of my asshole! I need my dick inside a woman, and I need it now!"

Nozel closed his eyes and shook his head. If a man couldn't control his sexual desires, he had no business calling himself a man.

"Since you won't let her go peacefully, I'll have to teach you a lesson." Nozel whipped out his grimoire and used a spell that stopped the men instantaneously.

"AAAAHH! The mercury burns!!!!" One the men shouted.

"You should've thought about that before trying to rape a woman."

Nozel gently led the woman away from the alleyway and into the main street. He cut the ropes off her limbs and removed the gag from her mouth. The two walked in silence for a while until the woman finally spoke.

"Thanks, handsome. I appreciate it. How about I repay you with some drinks?"

"That's not necessary. I was simply performing my duties as a Magic Knight."

The woman grabbed onto Nozel's arm. "Oh come on. Just let me repay you with some drinks. Please?"

Nozel simply huffed and continued walking. The woman smiled.

"You sure are quiet for being so strong." The woman commented. "I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Vanessa Enoteca. I'm a member of the Black Bulls."

Nozel's eyes widened for a moment. "A Black Bull?"

"Yep. Got a problem with that, Silver Birdie?"

"Of course not..." Nozel muttered. What was that feeling? Vanessa was absolutely beautiful, but Nozel wasn't usually affected by women's beauty. Why was this one so different? Was the universe telling him she would be an important part of his life? Should he chance a round of drinks with her?

"I'll take you up on that offer. For the drinks."

Vanessa smiled. "Great! I know this amazing bar that has the best drinks in the capital. It would suit the tastes of someone like you."

Nozel didn't expect to find the liquor decent. He didn't expect to enjoy himself, and he certainly didn't expect to find himself wanting to spend more time with Vanessa. After Vanessa convinced him to go on a date with her, he found himself thinking about her more and more.

Eventually, Nozel asked Vanessa out on a date. He wasn't sure he could've gone another day without speaking to her. She was too alluring. After that date, they kissed the first time. Nozel didn't know how, but he ended up falling for a witch from the Black Bulls. It was a few dates later when Nozel finally worked up the courage to ask her to be his girlfriend. They had been on several dates, but they never officially proclaimed they would be together. Nozel wanted to make sure he didn't make a mistake.

"Ooh, a nice, romantic picnic on a hill. Thanks Nozel."

"I wish I could claim that I made all this, but alas, I had to enlist the help of my servants once again." Nozel muttered.

Vanessa chuckled. "I appreciate your honesty and that you tried."

Nozel smiled a little but said nothing. The two sat in silence for a while before Vanessa spoke again.

"What's on your mind, Nozel? You seem like you have something to share."

Nozel was taken aback. Was he really that obvious? He might as well ask her what he came here for. "Um, I know we've been spending more time with each other, and I want us to move past being friends."

Vanessa smirked. "Oh?"

"Um, yes." Nozel glanced off to the side as he coughed. "What I'm asking is this: Will you-will you be my girlfriend?"

There was a moment of silence before Vanessa burst out laughing. Nozel was not happy. "If you wanted to reject me, a simple 'no' would have sufficed."

"No! I'm not laughing at you, Nozel." Vanessa chuckled as she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. "You're just so nervous and cute, I can't help but laugh. Come, sit."

As Nozel sat down beside her, he thought about her words. Did she really think he was cute? Cute? Really? Nozel was so engrossed in thought that he wasn't prepared for the kiss Vanessa planted on his cheek. Vanessa moved closer to Nozel and wrapped her arm around his waist, while he was frozen in place. This woman really was something. There was never a dull moment with her.

"Hey, Nozel?"

Nozel snapped out of his trance. "Y-yes?"

Vanessa cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. "Did a handsome guy such as you have to ask me that? I thought we already established that?"

"Did we? I don't recall that..."

Smiling, Vanessa shook her head. "To answer your question, yes, I will be your girlfriend."

The two spent the rest of that day together. Nozel's vice captain may have been upset that he stayed out all day, but he didn't care. Vanessa made him happy; that wasn't really something he had felt since before his mother passed away. As Nozel spent more time with her, he felt himself falling for her even more.

•~•~•~•

Reminiscing was making Nozel feel warm and fuzzy inside, but he needed to focus on getting home first; he had something important to do.

After the long journey home, Nozel finally made it to the royal capital. His siblings immediately began pestering him with questions.

"Hey Nozel. How was the Diamond Kingdom? Were they all assholes like you thought they would be?" Nebra chuckled.

Solid shoved Nebra aside to ask his own set of questions. "How was the Diamond Kingdom? Were there a ton of people there with very little magic?"

Nozel sighed. "If you'll excuse me, I have some things to take care of before I can make idle chatter with anyone."

After taking care of some of the duties he missed while he was away, Nozel made his way over to the Black Bulls base. He only ever went there to speak with Noelle and Vanessa. He never enjoyed spending time there, but he never said anything to his sister or Vanessa out of courtesy. This time, he was here to whisk Vanessa away from the terrors of that haunted mansion.

On his mercury eagle, Nozel floated up to a window of the base and knocked on it. Vanessa opened it and stuck her head out. When her eyes landed on Nozel, she smiled and all but leapt out the window into his arms. Nozel held her hand and placed a kiss on the back of it.

"I'm back."

Vanessa had tears in the corners of her eyes. "You are. I was so worried you wouldn't make it back."

"Never. Now, where's that characteristic Vanessa I know and love?" Nozel smirked.

Vanessa wrapped an arm around his waist and ran a finger down his chest. "I think she's right here, handsome."

Nozel finally felt at peace. His aching heart had finally healed. Holding onto Vanessa's hand, Nozel took them to the top of a hill. A small picnic basket sat beside Nozel. He opened up the basket and pulled a blanket out. After setting everything up, Vanessa gasped.

"This-this is just like the date you asked me to be your girlfriend."

Nozel smiled. "It's nice that you noticed."

Vanessa was so absorbed in the excitement of having Nozel back that she missed how nervous Nozel was. Nozel was definitely excited that he was back, but there was something bothering him. It was the one thing stopping him from enjoying himself completely. Eventually, sunset rolled around. Nozel was still bothered. He has to tell Vanessa.

Vanessa had stood to get a good view of the land below her in the setting sun. "Look Nozel! The view is spectacular!"

Nozel stood and walked to Vanessa's side. He had a worried look on his face.

"Nozel? What's wrong?" Vanessa asked him.

"Um, I-we need to break up."

Vanessa's entire world crumbled around her. "What?"

"If I stay as your boyfriend, then I can't move to the next step in my life."

Vanessa stayed silent. Tears ran down her cheeks. Nozel felt very guilty.

"I have only one request of you, Vanessa."

"What do you need, jackass?" Vanessa snapped back.

Nozel swallowed. This wasn't the best approach to this problem, but this would be better for both of them in the end. Getting down on one knee, Nozel pulled a box out of his pocket.

"Will you be my wife?"

Vanessa gasped and placed her hands over her mouth. She thought Nozel brought her here only to break up with her. Boy was she wrong. Falling to her knees, Vanessa embraced Nozel.

"Y-yes." Vanessa whispered into his ear. A ring was placed on her finger, signifying their new life together. After some time, Vanessa finally pulled away.

"I love you, Nozel."

"I love you too, Vanessa."

#black clover #black clover nozel #nozel silva #vanessa enoteca #nozel x vanessa #this is a bit dramatic in my opinion #but enjoy

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pars-ley · 4 years

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Until Tomorrow | Part one

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Romance / friendship/ comedy

Rating: M (mentions of sex)

Word Count: 7158

Summary: You’re a happily single magazine editor in London, that is, until you’re set up with a handsome musician, who’s not exactly forthcoming about being in the biggest boy group in the world. But with your days together numbered, will this blossom into something more or crash land, leaving your heart broken.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Are you OK?” I ask mortified, eyes raking over him to assess any damage I might have caused from shoving into him. I put my hand out to help him up, he takes it; jumping quickly from the ground and putting a hand out stopping his friends from interfering, both of them fussing over him. “I’m fine, I'm fine, honestly, no harm done.” He says smiling, dimples appearing in both his cheeks as he dusts himself off.

I open my mouth to speak but no sound comes out; I suddenly notice how handsome he is and I'm slightly taken aback by it. And not the usual type of handsome either; when you see a good looking guy and once he’s walked past you turn to sneak another look at him. No, this is much more than that. He is almost ‘break your neck to turn and stare until he’s completely out of your sight’ handsome. For a moment I wonder if perhaps he’s a model.

“Are you OK?” He asks snapping me out of my train of thought.

“Yes, sorry.” I reply, shaking my head. “That guy walked straight into me and I just couldn’t steady myself in time.” The man in question was half way down the street, almost out of sight, no apology or even a glance in our direction after bowling me over and into this guy.

He puts his hands up towards me. “Hey, don’t worry. I saw what happened, I know it wasn’t your fault, you don’t have to explain.”

I breathe out relieved. Smoothing down my trouser suit and gaining my composure back, I have a thought. “Please, can I buy you guys coffee to apologise? They do pretty good ones here.” I point to the shop this had all happened outside.

He shakes his head. “No, no that’s not necessary.” He pauses for a moment. “How about I buy you a coffee to apologise on behalf of that rude man.”

I frown, that didn’t seem fair. “Oh no, I couldn’t.”

“Please, I insist.” He pushes with a gentle smile.

For some reason I found myself too polite to turn him down again. Even though I only asked out of being polite and genuinely wanting to do something by way of an apology. But there were worse ways to spend the morning than having a drink with a handsome stranger. I return his smile and nod. “If you insist, i’ll have tea please.”

To my surprise his two friends don’t join us; sitting at a separate table, which then has me worrying they all believe this to be a date. I hadn’t thought of it that way at all, but am now wondering if that’s how I came across.

“So, you don’t sound like you’re local to here?” I ask, taking a sip of my strong tea. “Your accent is slightly American, no?”

He laughs, dimples deepening. “No, I’m from South Korea but I taught myself English by watching American TV shows.”

“Seriously?” I chuckle, leaning back in my chair with surprise.. “That’s quite impressive, any I might know?”

“Thank you. Um, friends?”

I nod enthusiastically. “I love that show, could it be any funnier.” I quote Chandler's character, hoping he gets the reference. He does thankfully and laughs.

“Chandlers the best.”

I agree. “So, what’s it like in South Korea? I’ve heard some parts are beautiful. It’s on my list of places to travel to.”

He nods, swallowing a gulp of his coffee. “You should definitely go. I mean, I think it’s pretty amazing but I’m biased.”

“True. Are you on holiday over here then?”

“No, I’m here for work actually.” He doesn’t elaborate and so I'm intrigued what this handsome stranger could do for work.

“And what is work exactly, if you don’t mind my asking?”

He hesitates for a moment and stares at me, searching my face for something. “I’m a musician.”

“Ah,” It all makes sense, someone as good looking as him would of course be in the entertainment industry. “That must be exciting.”

He gives me a one sided smile. “It’s a lot of hard work but it’s very rewarding, the travelling is a plus too. What do you do for work?”

“I’m an Editor at a magazine. Not as glamorous as your job, but i enjoy it.” I take another long sip of my tea.

“That must be interesting, do you get to see lots of celebrities?”

I shrug. “Not really, I’m more behind the scenes, telling people what to do. I’m mainly in charge of what goes in the magazine and making sure my team has done their part. Occasionally, I might get to attend a photo shoot or an interview but it’s rare.”

“Is that the job you always wanted to do?” He asks curiously.

I smile. “No. When I was little I wanted to be a singer actually,” I laugh, “but unfortunately I wasn’t blessed with that talent. Then I actually wanted to be an artist.”

“Oh really?” He perks up, eyes on me, focused on my answers. “That’s interesting. So how did you end up being an Editor?”

“I couldn’t afford art school and I needed a job. I had an English degree and I started off as an assistant straight out of college. I proofread my way up to Editor, so to speak. Luckily, I still get to be quite creative so it keeps me satisfied.”

He nods, understanding. He studies me with avid interest.

“So are you sightseeing at the moment?” I ask, looking away from his curious gaze.

He nods, “Yes, we were just exploring. It’s not the first time we’ve been here but there’s so much to see in London.”

“That is so true. I’ve lived here my whole life but there’s always new things to be discovered. Museums, galleries, art exhibitions, if you’re into that kind of stuff.”

He sits up a little straighter, eyes eager. “Actually I am. Is there anywhere you could recommend?”

I think for a moment before inspiration strikes me; slightly unsure if this is a good idea but willing to give it a shot. “There’s an art exhibition happening, it starts this evening actually and it goes on for two weeks. I have a membership to the gallery so I get in regardless and two of my friends were supposed to come tonight, they can’t make it unfortunately but they gave me their tickets to try and find someone else to take their place... if you’re interested that is?” I offer.

Doubt creeps into my mind when I see his impassive expression and after staring at me blankly for a few moments, he then says, “Interested in what?”

I smile, amused. “Coming to the art exhibition?”

He laughs and shakes his head, as if at his own stupidity. “Oh, of course! I would love to and I have just the friend that would appreciate it also. Please, let us know how much to give you for the tickets.”

“Nothing. My friends got a deal on the tickets and they weren’t expensive so they don’t want anything, don’t worry.”

He looks at me quizzically and then raises an eyebrow. “I’m sure I’ll think of some way to repay you.”

“Why don’t we just call it even for me bumping into you and knocking you over. And then you buying me coffee.” I laugh. “Sound fair?”

He thinks about it, pursing his lips, then nods.

“Good.” I give him a run down of where the exhibition is so we can meet up there later. “If you give me your number, that way I can let you know when I’m on my way and where to meet me?”

He nods and types it into my phone as well as his name. Realising only then that I hadn’t even asked for it.

I read it from my phone. “Kim Namjoon?” I ask, making sure I've pronounced it correctly.

He smiles and nods. “Namjoon is fine.”

“I’m Y/N.” I say standing up and pulling my handbag over my shoulder. We shake hands; my grip much firmer than his.”I’ll see you there later, nice to meet you.”

He smiles and bows to me. “You too, Y/N. And thank you again, you’ve been very kind.”

We gave each other one last wave as I left, continuing on my journey to work.

Luckily, I only had a late morning meeting to attend, getting to leave work early on a Monday is a reason to get up and face the day if ever I heard one.

After two hours of sitting there listening, making notes and nodding, the meeting was done and so was I. I head out to the local shops uptown, running a few errands like picking up two new trouser suits for work. I opt for a pale blue one and concrete grey, cooler tones or black have always been my preference. I then pick up a new pair of black heeled sandals which I saw advertised in our own magazine and instantly loved. I grab some more of my face wash, moisturiser and some shampoo; everything running out at once and my shopping spree is done. As I stroll down the streets of Central London, I look around at the tall buildings, the lines of shops and the crowds of busy people and a feeling of appreciation swells inside me, living in such a thriving city. There’s so much beauty to see whether it be in the buildings, or the views, or the entertainment that scattered the streets. There’s nowhere like London and I couldn't imagine living anywhere else. I walk past a young woman busking, playing her guitar and singing, I pause and listen to her for a moment. Her voice is pretty incredible; she had a very soothing tone. I watch the emotion in her eyes as the song she’s singing about love and loss clearly resonates and means something to her. For a moment it resonates with me too but I push it away, not delving into the memories. I take what change I have in my purse and place it in her guitar case, she smiles at me and nods thanks, i return it before continuing on my travels.

Freedom on a Monday, just who did i think i am; gallivanting around town instead of being at work. If I’m being honest, my workload is so huge I probably should have stayed in my office, or at least been heading home to attempt to do some work. But the idea of being swamped for the next couple of weeks while my colleague, Amy, is away on bereavement leave, had me wanting to enjoy it the best I could. I felt awful for Amy; losing a parent is devastating but I hate instead of getting someone to temporarily replace her, it’s split between myself and Chris, an assistant Editor. It must be harder for him however as he typically has a lot of work bumped down to him from more senior members. Who knows, maybe there’ll be a promotion in it for him.

I’d missed lunch so I decided to pop into my friend's Japanese restaurant which is only a couple of tube stations away. He’s the head chef in the small, family run business and always accommodating. He greeted me with his usual warm smile as I entered. I head over towards the stools at the counter where he’s cooking in plain view.

“Y/n! And to what do I owe the pleasure of the most beautiful girl in town?” He calls loud enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear.

I wink. “Lunch, with the biggest flirt and the best chef in town, obviously Yoshi.” I beam at him taking a seat directly in front of him.

I’d met Yoshi at college; I was studying Art and English and he had been studying hospitality and catering. We hung out nearly everyday on campus and with one of the most wicked sense of humours he had quickly become my best friend. There was a time, at the start of our friendship, where he had tried his luck like a typical teenage boy and asked me out on a date but thankfully, my refusal had not affected our blossoming camaraderie, thankfully and he’s flirted with me for laughs ever since.

Since starting work we’d seen less of each other but still made sure to talk frequently.

“I sincerely hope you’re not using and abusing me?” He asks feigning shock. “On second thoughts, I sincerely hope you will.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as he leans over the counter, making me chuckle.

“In your dreams lover boy.” I slap him playfully on the arm.

“You’re usual, petal?” He asks, preparing ingredients to cook my favourite dish.

I nod. “Yes please. So how have things been?” I ask glancing over the menu anyway.

“Pretty good. We’re getting steady customers, busy afternoons and evenings and we’re making all our payments on time, things are improving and looking up.” He hesitates. “...And did i mention i’m seeing someone?”

My head snaps up at this information. “As in a singular person? Just one?”

He pulls a face at me. “Yes just one, it’s not a big deal y/n.”

“On the contrary.” I cut him off. “This is huge news. My little slut of a friend actually liking someone and becoming...dare i even say it...monogamous.” I gasp, placing the back of my hand across my forehead, mock fainting.

He grimaces. “Alright, I wouldn’t go that far, we’re just taking it slow and seeing how things go. But yes...i do like her...at the moment.”

I laugh at that. “And how long have you been seeing her?”

He shrugs, “About a month.”

My mouth pops open and makes a silent ‘wow’. “How is she? You know....in the sack?” I tease.

His cheeks blush. “What’s with all the questions, am i under interrogation?”

He is and he knew full well this was our usual back and forth when one of us mentioned a date. The fact he’s dodging my question completely means this is a lot more than he’s letting on. My jaw practically hit the counter. “You haven’t slept with her yet!? In a month? That’s very uncharacteristic of you.”

“Yea well, it just hasn't happened yet, OK?” He sighs giving into my questioning.

“Hey Yoyo, stop being so steely.”I give him a playful glare. “It’s OK to have feelings for someone, it’s bloody normal. So don’t be embarrassed, at least not with me.”

“You’re right.” He relents, sighing. “I just really like her and I don’t want to mess it up. I’m in uncharted territory right now, some advice would be appreciated.”

I look up at him. “My advice? It’s not complicated, just be yourself, who wouldn’t love you.”

He rolls his eyes at me and laughs.

“Hey, I'm being serious. Just be honest, women appreciate that. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with who you are, so don’t pretend to be someone you’re not. I know you do that a lot.”

He nods slowly, agreeing. “That I do, OK you got me there. Be myself, OK. I can do that.”

“Does this mystical lady have a name?” I ask.

He smiles to himself. “Jenna.”

I nod. “And...is there a picture?”

He looks up at me and pauses, I raise my eyebrows expectantly. He sighs again, relenting, shoulders slumping as he takes his phone from behind the counter. He places it down in front of me, taps a few buttons then turns it round to face me. He washes his hands and continues cooking my meal whilst I look at the illuminated picture on the screen. She is gorgeous; tanned, freckles, with shoulder length, dark curls and perfect soft features. She had a nose stud and what looked like no makeup, she’s a natural beauty.

“She’s beautiful, Yoyo.”

He grins proudly. “She’s fun too. You’d really like her.”

“Well then I hope to meet her soon.” I reply as he hands me a glass of water. “And I can give her the best friend ‘don’t you hurt him’ chat.” I put my fist up in warning and he laughs.

“God, please no. So what about you? Seeing anybody?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

I roll my eyes. “No. Next question please.”

He shakes his head at me but doesn’t argue, as he hands over the steaming bowl of Pad Thai. “Fine. How’s work?”

I shrug, tucking into my perfectly presented meal. “Same as usual, except busier. I’m covering for Amy for the next two weeks, so I have double the workload. “I pull a face. “So my social life is going to take an immediate dive.”

He laughs. “What social life?” He steals a bit of chicken off my plate and throws it into his mouth. I glare at him, unamused.

“That exhibition tonight is going to be my last bit of fun for a couple of weeks.”

“And not everyone would call that fun. Interesting, definitely. Educational, for sure. Compelling even...but fun? No.” He retorts.

I stick my tongue out at him.

“Oh speaking of,” he says, grabbing another piece of chicken while I swat him away with my chopsticks. “Did you find someone to have those tickets?”

“Actually I did, this morning as a matter of fact.” I chew what’s in my mouth and swallow. “I met a guy, quite literally bumped into him and we got chatting over coffee. He’s a tourist and asked about any recommendations for museums and art so I offered the tickets to him.”

Yoshi looks at me, suspiciously. “That sounds a lot like a date y/n.” Raising an eyebrow at me, he leans his elbow on the counter, resting his face in his palm.

“I can assure you, it wasn’t. We just had a friendly chat, over a friendly beverage, that’s all. Nothing more to it. He’s bringing a mate with him tonight, so it’s just going to be a very friendly evening.” I accentuate the words on purpose hoping he’ll back off.

He raises his hands in surrender. “OK, if you say so, let's just hope mystery man is on the same page you are.”

I roll my eyes. We continue catching up for a little while after I finish my meal. We make plans for the coming weekend to hang out at his place for a movie night, to give me a break from my work. We say goodbye and I'm off home thinking about what to wear tonight.

I remove my jacket as soon as I'm on the tube, the summer heat sweltering underground. I stand by the window at the back of the carriage, welcoming the slight breeze I feel. I truly hated being on the underground, the hot sweaty bodies packed tight in each compartment, it was unbearable sometimes and we weren’t even at the height of summer yet. Luckily, I only had a few stops to go before exiting as quickly as I could, back on the streets.

It’s only a short walk from the station before I’m climbing up the steps to my apartment, wiping the sweat from the back of my neck. The summer evening air is muggy making wearing work attire quite uncomfortable. As soon as I’m in and the door shuts behind me, I strip out of my trouser suit completely.

I turn on my laptop to check my emails before starting some of the workload. Once I’d sent a few urgent emails and documents off, I opt for a nice, cool shower, hating to admit the nerves that were creeping in at the idea of meeting two strangers tonight. My stomach was in knots. I was mostly a confident, friendly person; engaging with people is something I had no problem with, especially in a work environment but in this kind of meeting it was easy for me to get nervous and clam up. I can sometimes struggle to keep conversation flowing with new people which was the main reason I hated dating so much. I just find it all so awkward; the conversation, getting to know each other, asking the same mundane questions. Let alone the first kisses, first time you have sex, first time meeting the parents, it was all just a little overwhelming for me nowadays.

I quickly dry myself off, the cool air on my damp skin feels welcoming but I don't have time this evening to relax and enjoy it. I dress in a thin, black maxi dress; something light and comfortable. I add my silver moon necklace and my little silver studs that decorate my numerous ear piercings. I quickly brush my teeth, add a touch of mascara and a sweep of lip gloss. I pull on my converse, chuck my phone in my handbag and grab my denim jacket and keys before heading out the door. I double check I still have the tickets in my bag and I decide to send a quick text to Namjoon just to check if they’re still coming.

Unknown [18.34]: Hey Namjoon, just checking we’re still OK to meet tonight at the museum?

Realising I didn't give him my number, I quickly type out another message.

Unknown [18.34]: It’s Y/n btw. In case anyone else is giving away free tickets to a museum today

I cringe at myself and how not smooth I am, then remember this isn’t a date so i shouldn’t be worried. As I walk toward the tube station I feel my phone vibrate in my bag, my stomach turns as I pull it out and read the message.

Namjoon [18.37]: LOL! Of course, we are on our way. See you soon

I breathe a sigh of relief that they are coming, then my shoulders get tense and my stomach knots again. I’m meeting up with two strangers in a museum...this won’t be awkward at all.

I walk along the back streets I know so well to get to the museum. When I’m around the corner from it, I take a few gulps of water from the bottle I brought with me and return it to my bag. I use these few moments to take a breather, wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. Taking a few deep breaths I head to the entrance of the museum and scan the small crowd outside. I spot Namjoon a mile off. He stands out slightly, not only because he’s handsome but also because he’s so tall. One might even use the word gangly; all limbs but in an endearing sort of way.

I start to head over as my eyes sweep the faces of the men he’s with. The two men I saw him with outside the coffee shop this morning are here and I wonder how they’re expecting to get into the exhibition. I start replaying the conversation I had with Namjoon about the tickets. I did say I only had two, right? I’m sure I did. Just like I was sure he had only mentioned bringing one friend with him tonight. I can see he has someone else with him, a third person with dark, slightly dishevelled hair and wearing a long brown coat but he has his back to me.

Namjoon spots me and waves me over. As I begin to close the distance between us his friend turns to face me and it takes everything I have not to stumble as I walk. I thought Namjoon was handsome but his friend...his friend looks like an Adonis. He had the type of face that should be carved into a statue. His features; smooth, straight and perfect. When he looks away from me and back at Namjoon I feel slight heat in my cheeks as I approach them. He turns around and stands next to Namjoon, watching me as I approach.

“Glad you guys could make it.” I say, surprised my voice actually works. My mouth feels so dry suddenly, it’s hard to swallow.

“Glad you invited us.” Namjoon replies.

I look at the two friends who were with him this morning and give them a polite wave. They smile and nod.

“Don’t worry, they’re not joining us, they’re just our ride home.” Namjoon says as if he’s reading my mind, or perhaps my worried expression. “Y/n this is my friend Taehyung.” He looks at his friend. “This is Y/n.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” I say, the back of my neck prickling with heat and not just from the weather.

He stares at me long enough for me to start to feel embarrassed, until Namjoon nudges him in his side. That seems to snap him out of it, as he quickly bows, spluttering an apology. “It’s nice to meet you.” He says softly with a deeper voice than i was expecting.

I smile but look away as I feel a flush of crimson creep up my cheeks. I could feel his gaze on me which didn’t help. Never had I seen a man who’s looks and aura alone could hold my interest.

“Thank you for inviting us.” He spoke slowly.

I meet his gaze again. “You’re welcome, it’s actually nice to be able to share this place with someone for a change.” I instantly want to tell myself to shut up and stop rambling.

Taehyung’s eyebrows rise, seeming surprised. “It would be a great place to bring a date, no?”

I chew my bottom lip. “I don’t really date much to be honest.”

“Why not?” He frowns. His cheeks flush slightly as Namjoon nudges him in his side and he averts his eyes away from mine.

I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to sound any more pathetic than I feel. “I...I just don’t find that many people interesting. So many men I meet seem to be the same.” I shrug and play with the fabric on the skirt of my dress.

He nods, processing my words. “I understand.” He continues to stare at me, making my heart race a mile a minute.

“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong places.” Namjoon cuts in. I tear my gaze away from Taehyung to meet Namjoon’s amused expression. He raises an eyebrow at me, then darts his eyes between me and Taehyung, being about as subtle as a machine gun. I instantly feel hot at his implication, as I realise why he was so interested in bringing his friend here. I hate blind dates, hell, I hated dates so this was going to be nothing short of disaster.

“Shall we?” Namjoon gestures his palm towards the museum. I nod and lead the way. The two drivers stay where they are, as we walk up the large stone steps to the glass doors.

I show my membership card to the receptionist; Judy, and give her the pair of tickets. After our usual pleasantries she waves us in and we turn into the exhibition. Every wall had at least one piece of art whether it be paintings, photos, projectors. There are statues in the centre of the rooms, people surrounding them and studying them intently. I hang back a bit, letting Taehyung go ahead, ensuring he was out of ear shot as I slow my pace to meet Namjoon’s.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to set me up with your friend.” I ask side eyeing him.

He smirks. “See, pretty and smart.” He jokes, walking with both his hands held behind his back. “Go easy on him, he doesn’t date much either nowadays and he’s a little shy around women.”

“Wait,” I cut him off. “What makes you think he’s even going to be interested in me?” I wonder out loud.

He stops in front of me, his face serious. “One, I can’t see any reason why most men wouldn’t be interested, you've already caught the attention of quite a few men in here.”

I glance around, suddenly feeling self conscious, feeling as though all eyes in the room are on me.

“Two, I’ve known Taehyung for a long time, I know his type and I know what he likes and you are it. And three, you seem like a genuinely nice woman and I think you’ll be kind to him.” He shrugs.

I could feel my ears pink with embarrassment at everything he just said and I’m not sure what to say or do in response.

“I don’t know much about you or your type,” He continues, “but I can already tell that you are attracted to him, so I’m checking that off the list. What I can tell you about him is even though he’s a little shy at first, once he opens up, he’s kind, gentle, funny, caring, fun, artistic and pure hearted. Any of those qualities unappealing to you?”

I shake my head unable to say anything; my mouth so dry from nerves I could hardly swallow, let alone speak.

“Good, so you should go and talk to him and i’m going to look at this painting right over there.” He quickly disappears, walking backwards off through the crowd with a dimpled smile on his face.

What on earth just happened? Was I just part of a drive by set up? I glance at Taehyung over by a set of photos, our eyes meet for a moment before he quickly looks away and focuses back on the portraits. Feeling awkward just standing here, I take a few deep breaths and stroll over to him. I fix my attention to the images in front of me, letting my eyes roam over each of them, before glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.

We stand there quietly before I’m the one to break the silence. “So, have you also been to London before?” I roll my eyes at my own mundane question.

He nods. “Yes, this is my second time here.”

“Are you enjoying it so far?”

“Yes,I love London. I love the fashion, the art and the architecture. There’s so much to see.”

“Yea, that’s true.” I fiddle with the hem of my dress. “Are you here for work also?”

He nods. “Yes, we don’t get much time to enjoy it though. I want to come back as a proper tourist someday.”

“Good idea, you probably still wouldn’t get to see everything you want; I’m still finding things all the time.” I smile and he mirrors it.

“Yes I can imagine, it’s a big place.” He leads me to another piece of artwork, a sculpture of a female face this time.

“Are you a musician like Namjoon?”

I see him tense up slightly from the corner of my eye. “Yes I am.”

“That’s pretty cool.” I can tell, like Namjoon, it’s something he doesn’t wish to divulge any more about.

“Yea it is, I guess. Namjoon tells me you work for a magazine?” He asks as we wander over to a projector piece, hundreds of images of faces flashing in a story like a flip book.

“Yes, I’m an editor. Not as exciting as your profession but i enjoy it.”

He turns his attention to me more. “That must be a lot of hard work?”

I nod slowly. “Yes, it can be very stressful at times but there’s something quite satisfying in it. Knowing that i’m putting together a form of entertainment and knowledge for people, I like that.”

He looks off thoughtful for a moment, “I’ve never thought of a magazine like that before but that’s a nice way to look at it.”

“Let me guess, you usually think of the celebrity tabloid gossip mags?” I ask, raising a questioning eyebrow.

He smirks, “OK you got me there, i was.”

I laugh and tut at him. “I’m offended.” I mock, clutching my chest. He laughs at me, the breathy sound pleasing to the ear, distracting me to the way the veins in his neck bulge slightly as he does.

“OK, my apologies.” He bows, teasing.

“You’re forgiven, you may rise.” I laugh at his serious expression, unable to stop myself.

We continue to stroll around the exhibition, Namjoon trailing behind, allowing us to talk. The conversation flowed easily, mostly random chat and art talk. I learned that like me he’s quite interested in art, he enjoys photography and Van Gogh’s starry night is his favourite painting.

“Have you been to the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam? That was my favourite part of my trip there.” I recap.

He nods eagerly. “Yes! I went last year, it was my favourite part too. I did a lot of photography in Amsterdam actually, the views and structure of the place make it very easy to get good shots.”

“I’d love to see some of them sometime.” I say, my cheeks feeling warm as I fiddle with one of my fingernails

He turns to me, surprised and hopeful. “Does that mean you’d like to see me again?”

I thought about making a joke and teasing him but didn’t know him well enough to know how he could react, so i decided against it.

“I would, yes.”

He has a boxy grin that spreads across his face and I can't help but let my gaze rake over him, taking in every detail. The way his dark, hooded eyes shrunk when he laughs, or how they looked around with so much awe and innocence any other time. The way his nose was perfectly straight and just a little bit shiny. The moles on the end of his nose and one on the edge of his bottom lip; the thought of kissing that mole on those flawless, angular lips crosses my mind but I push it away. I needed some air...and some holy water.

Once we’d looked at all the pieces, we make our way to the exit.

“I really enjoyed this exhibition, this museum is nice too.” Taehyung says as he rakes a hand through his dishevelled brown locks.

“Yea, I come here a lot. It’s where I come to think. Looking at the art helps me to clear my head. Helps me figure out my next move.”

“Next move to what?”

I shrug. “Just in life, you know, what i’m going to do next.”

“So what is your next move?” He raises an eyebrow at me and my stomach clenches at the sight. How can he make something so simple look so sexy?

“That was supposed to be my task for tonight.” I say unable to stop myself from smiling.

“And I'm distracting you from that?” He asks, smirking clearly knowing the answer.

I swallow nervously before saying. “You’re a welcome distraction.” I can hardly hear myself over my thundering heartbeat. I can’t believe I just said that. I’m about ready to run to the bathroom and flush my head down the toilet out of sheer embarrassment when I can feel his gaze on my face and I catch a glimpse of a smile and flushed cheeks as he turns his face away from me.

Once outside the cooler air hits and I slip on my jacket whilst we wait for Namjoon.

“It’s a nice night.” Taehyung says as he leans on the wall, looking up at the now inky sky that mirrors in the river stretching out in front of us.

“Yes, it is lovely.” I sigh after taking a deep breath of the cool night air. I hear a shutter sound in the silence, my eyes flicker over to him as I see his phone aimed at me.

He smiles, looking bashful. “I’m sorry, do you mind?”

I shake my head, feeling my cheeks turn crimson and look back out over the still waters.

A few more shutter sounds as he continues to take pictures of me. I’ve never been a model for anyone, in any way, shape or form so this concept is hard for me to grasp and not feel like a complete idiot.

“The light is so perfect here, and you look very beautiful. I couldn’t not take the opportunity.” He says quietly as he leans across showing me his phone screen. His arm touches mine, the scent of him swirls around me, woody and yet floral. I focus back on the phone. I have to double take, the photo is breathtaking, it looks like it was from a professional photo shoot. The way the lighting touches my face, the reflection of the sky and the buildings in the river, it was the perfect portrait and something I'd gladly have hanging on my wall.

“Wow, that looks incredible.” I gasp. “You’ve made me look gorgeous.”

“No, you do that on your own. Nothing to do with me I promise you. I just wish I had my proper camera with me.” He says quietly to me, only inches away from my face. I stare up at him, our eyes lock and I feel myself getting lost in his ebony pools. His fingers reach up and tuck a stray strand of my hair, blowing in the gentle breeze, behind my ear. I almost mechanically reach into his touch but manage to stop myself. What is it about him that makes me feel like I’m losing control over myself? I could feel the walls I've spent years building, falling down around me. What is it about this stranger?

“Can i see you tomorrow?” He says almost a whisper. His eyes still not leaving mine and his face still within reaching distance of my lips.

It takes me a moment to realise what he’s said and as I think about his question, I can already feel like tomorrow is too long to wait. “Yes.” I let out a breathy reply, my heart pounding from his proximity.

“Would you like to go out for dinner?” He asks hesitantly.

My stomach flutters with excitement. “Yes I would.” Unable to stop the smile spreading across my face I force my eyes away from his and down to the ground. He takes a step back, giving me a little more clarity.

Namjoon comes bouncing down the steps outside the museum and over to us. “That was incredible. Thank you, y/n. You must let us do something to repay your kindness.”

I shake my head. “Absolutely not. It was my apology for knocking into you this morning. You agreed we were even.”

“Namjoon, I’m going to make sure Y/n gets home safe.” Taehyung cuts in.

“OK, sure, let’s go.” He replies looking over at they’re two escorts.

My heart drops, as lovely as Namjoon is, I was looking forward to the alone time with Taehyung. The two of them look out over the river, there seems to be a quiet exchange between them both, then Namjoon says into the silence, “You know, I'm actually feeling really tired.” He does an incredibly obvious fake yawn. “I’m just going to go back to the hotel, you guys go on. I’m really jet lagged.” He does a big noisy stretch; definitely over acting.

“Rest up Namjoon.” Taehyung says patting him on the shoulder.

“What about the car?” He asks.

“You take it. Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” He replies and Namjoon nods, worry creasing his brow.

“Lovely to see you again, Namjoon. Maybe I’ll see you soon.” I say my goodbye.

“Yes, I hope so. Get home safe.” He smiles, dimples deepening.

“Sure thing.” I wave as I turn to Taehyung, who seems eager to get moving; his eyes wide and glistening. We head off to the main road and hail a cab. Once we’re in I give the driver my address and we set off.

“So where would you like to go tomorrow?” I ask.

He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m not well versed in food over here. Is there anywhere you’d recommend?”

One place instantly comes to mind. Could I bring myself to take a date there knowing the embarrassment I would suffer? I thought of Yoshi and his delicious food, I thought of his annoying flirtatious personality and knew his cooking talent would outweigh anything negative about the experience.

“Yea, I know a place.”

He smiles. “OK good. Shall I meet you there or come and pick you up?”

I think about the route from work and it would definitely be quicker for me to go from there. “I’ll send you the address later and meet you there, if that’s OK?”

He nods. “Sure. I...don’t have any way of reaching you though.”

I smirk at his hesitant way of asking for my number. We exchange numbers and before I know it, we’re pulling up outside my apartment all too soon. He asks the driver to wait as he gets out and escorts me up the stone steps.

“Thank you for tonight, I had a really lovely time.” He says into the quiet, his eyes burning into mine.

“So did I, thank you for coming.” I reply slowly, unable to hold his intense gaze for long.

A large part of me was hoping that he’d kiss me but I had to remind myself that this was only a first meeting, could I even call it a date? It felt like a date but we weren’t the only ones on it. A small part of me wanted to invite him inside and see where the night took us but I scowled at that and ignored that part.

“Until tomorrow.” He says as he takes my hand in his and slowly brings it up to his mouth, eyes never once leaving mine. He gently presses his soft lips firmly onto the back of my fingers. My heart hammers in my chest and I have to control my breathing so not to embarrass myself and reveal the effect he has on me.

With that, he turns and he walks back to the cab and climbs in, as I stand there watching until the car is completely out of sight. I could still feel the heat from his lips on my hand, the breeze highlighting the slight wet mark that was left behind. I couldn’t stop the grin plastered on my face as I walk into my apartment, locking up behind me. In a daze, I hang up my coat and bag, taking out my phone and bringing it with me to where I collapse onto the sofa, clutching it to my chest.

I already couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow, the thought of seeing him again bubbled in my stomach. I felt like a silly teenager. It had certainly been a long time since I had felt anything like this for anyone and did not intend for it to pass me by. Who knows how long he was over here for, it was a question I had avoided purposefully, but I planned to make the most of it, however long it may be.

Note: I do not own the photos. Credit: BTS Twitter and visitlondon.com

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interview: DRIPPIN sets off their journey with [Boyager]

DRIPPIN has finally made their debut with 1st Mini Album [Boyager]

Let’s get to know more about the seven talented boys!

1. First of all, please introduce yourself.

Cha Jun Ho: Hello, I’m DRIPPIN’s Cha Jun Ho.

Hwang Yun Seong: I’m DRIPPIN’s leader and main dancer, Hwang Yun Seong.

Kim Dong Yun: Hello, I’m DRIPPIN’s all-rounder, Dong Yun.

Lee Hyeop: Hello, I’m DRIPPIN’s main vocal, Lee Hyeop.

Joo Chang Uk: Hello, I’m DRIPPIN’s third member, Chang Uk.

Alex: Hello, I’m yellow haired Alex who escaped from mullet.

Kim Min Seo: Hello I’m Min Seo, fresh high school senior in charge of bright snowdrops and innocence in DRIPPIN.

2. Can you share with us about your debut album?

Hwang Yun Seong: Boyager is a combination of word ‘boy’ means boy and ‘voyager’ which means long-distance traveller. It's also the name of an American unmanned space probe. It (Boyager) means to overcome the fear of a new world and start a new journey with curiosity and determination for dreams.

Cha Jun Ho: Our debut album Boyager is a combination of ‘boy’ meaning boy and ‘voyager’ meaning long-distance traveller. It means that we are going on a new journey with curiosity and determination of our dreams.

Cha Jun Ho

3. Are there other group names being considered before DRIPPIN is chosen as the official name?

Cha Jun Ho: Actually, I couldn't come up with a different name. I thought about it for a long time but it didn't come out. So, as soon as I heard the cool name DRIPPIN, I got hooked.

Hwang Yun Seong: I’ve considered it, we have been thinking among us and I also put a lot of thoughts on it personally. The CEO also asked me if there’s any names that I thought of, but it’s not easy. Even when we shared our ideas, only strange things came out and it wasn’t easy. But when the name DRIPPIN came out, I was very satisfied.

Kim Dong Yun: The name DRIPPIN is the name that our CEO gave us. Before it was decided, we thought about it among ourselves but coming up with a name is harder that we thought.

Lee Hyeop: The CEO once asked me if I had any ideas on it before, but at that time no matter how much I thought about it, nothing come to my mind.

Joo Chang Uk: The members had gathered to think of a team name before, but it wasn't easy!

Alex: I have never considered a name other than DRIPPIN.

Kim Min Seo: Among us, we have thought of the names as beetles and butane gas as a joke.

Hwang Yun Seong

4. What kind of music you wish to pursue as DRIPPIN?

Cha Jun Ho: I want to do music that will make me think it's trendy and sophisticated even when I listen to it in the future.

Hwang Yun Seong: Rather than any kind of music, I think I’ll sing variety of new and different songs that will lead the trend in the future.

Kim Dong Yun: I want to do music that can give people joy and happiness.

Lee Hyeop: I want to be a group that shows good music and performance through our own interpretation of various topics and experiences.

Joo Chang Uk: I want to try various music so that we can be a team that is able to pull off variety of music.

Alex: Just like the name of our album, we will pursue music that will give people happiness and explore and discover the novelty of music.

Kim Min Seo: Just like our group name, I want to pursue DRIPPIN-like song with our own colour.

Kim Dong Yun

5. Who is the artist that you look up to while preparing to debut?

Cha Jun Ho: As we worked together, I felt that our company’s Golden Child who showed us great performances even though there are a lot of people, is amazing.

Hwang Yun Seong: Seventeen’s Hoshi and Shinee’s Taemin.

Kim Dong Yun: I always look up to BTS since I was a student.

Lee Hyeop: I like and admire EXO’s Baekhyun.

Joo Chang Uk: I didn't think much about it while preparing for my debut. But after I made my debut, I was so proud of all the idols.

Alex: Stray Kids’ Felix, Han and Bang Chan.

6. Your first impression of each other?

Cha Jun Ho: At first, I thought everyone was shy because everyone was introverts.

Hwang Yun Seong: I wonder if I was in the position to lead when I first saw them. But throughout all the years I was able to be the leader as they were all so innocent. I was a baby too, but everyone else had more baby-like side so they were shy around strangers. Now we are all playing tricks on each other.

Kim Dong Yun: I thought everyone was handsome. If you look now, we sort of resemble each other.

Lee Hyeop: Most of the members were difficult to get close kind of person, timid. So, at first everyone seems to quietly adapt themselves.

Joo Chang Uk: My first impression was that the members were all gentle and considerate of each other.

Kim Min Seo: Everyone looked at me and thought I was amazing. I‘ve never seen anyone like this, but what does this mean…?

Lee Hyeop

7. If you are a superhero, what kind of superpower would you have?

Cha Jun Ho: Ability to stop the time.

Hwang Yun Seong: I'm greedy, so superpower like Superman.

Kim Dong Yun: I want to have mind control ability.

Lee Hyeop: Superpower to manipulate time.

Joo Chang Uk: I want to have the teleportation ability, to move comfortably from place to place.

Alex: Teleportation ability.

Kim Min Seo: The ability to feel 12 hours of sleep even after an hour of sleep.

8. What do you usually do during your free time?

Cha Jun Ho: Usually I go for practice or cleaning.

Hwang Yun Seong: I watch dance videos or sleep. I enjoy visiting good restaurants and watch movies when I have the energy.

Kim Dong Yun: I often play cell phone games or watch YouTube while lying on the bed.

Lee Hyeop: I feel like I’m resting when cooking or doing small chores at home.

Joo Chang Uk: I practice singing or just lying down watching movies.

Alex: I usually spend time with my family or enjoy playing video games.

Kim Min Seo: I usually go for practice.

Joo Chang Uk

9. Which colour suits your personality the most?

Cha Jun Ho: Sky blue?

Hwang Yun Seong: White.

Kim Dong Yun: Orange, not very bright and it's a comfortable colour. So, I think it goes well with me.

Lee Hyeop: Yellow, mild and warm on the outside, but full of passion like the sun on the inside.

Joo Chang Uk: Indigo, not just dark, but a little calm!

Alex: Mint and white.

Kim Min Seo: Red, blue and yellow.

10. One thing that you must do every single day.

Cha Jun Ho: Make sure to put on lotion.

Hwang Yun Seong: Dance practice.

Kim Dong Yun: Look in the mirror and check if my face is swollen.

Lee Hyeop: I must eat one meal well.

Joo Chang Uk: I must shower before I go to bed no matter what.

Alex: Wash my face with foam cleanser.

Kim Min Seo: Brush my teeth.

Alex

11. Will "We Are DRIPPIN!" continue after debut?

Cha Jun Ho: I don't know yet, but I really want to continue it!

Hwang Yun Seong: I want to continue it! Or I'll be a little sad!

Kim Dong Yun: I'd like to keep shooting every season.

Lee Hyeop: I'm not sure, but I'd like to continue it.

Joo Chang Uk: Even if it's not We Are DRIPPIN!, I want to do more reality shows like that.

Alex: Of course I want to continue it! I really hope there will be another season!

Kim Min Seo: I want to do it! I want to shoot We Are DRIPPIN! again.

12. Your goal as DRIPPIN member?

Cha Jun Ho: I want to give more positive impact on the team!

Hwang Yun Seong: To be at the top of K-Pop.

Kim Dong Yun: I want to be a member who brings life to the team and a member that comes to mind when you think of DRIPPIN.

Lee Hyeop: I want to be the older brother whom the younger brothers can lean on comfortably.

Joo Chang Uk: I want to develop my personal skills so that our team can advance to Billboard.

Alex: My goal is to stay healthy while doing all the activities and enjoy the stage with my fans.

Kim Min Seo: I want all the members to be healthy and be as close and happy as we are now.

Kim Min Seo

13. Lastly, can you say a few words to your fans in Malaysia?

Cha Jun Ho: Thank you for your support from afar! I’ll work hard so I hope we can meet often!!

Hwang Yun Seong: We finally debut!! Now is only the beginning, I hope we can repay you as much as your love and support and walk on flowery paths with you. I’ll lead DRIPPIN trend in the future, so please look forward to it. I’ll go to Malaysia and meet with you if I have the chance in the future. I love you so much.

Kim Dong Yun: Hello Malaysia fans!! They say it's not easy to like us from afar so thank you so much!! I’ll never forget your support and will work hard to repay you!! See you in Malaysia!!! Bye!!

Lee Hyeop: Thank you so much for waiting for us for such a long time and we will repay you with great songs and performances! I love you ❤️

Joo Chang Uk: Hello Malaysia fans, I'm Chang Uk and I finally debut as DRIPPIN. Thank you so much for waiting so long. I'll always do my best to repay the fans for all the time that they've been waiting for!!

Alex: Hello Malaysia!! Although we can't meet you face-to-face now because of the epidemic, we will try our best to meet you guys as soon as possible! Take care of your health and hwaiting!!

Kim Min Seo: Malaysia fans~ You’ve been waiting for a long time haven't you..? Thank you so much for your patience. We finally made our debut. We have prepared as much as you expected, so please look forward to it. I love you 😍😍

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Warnings: noncon sex (masturbation, voyeuristic elements, oral, intercourse).

This is dark!Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: The reader becomes a camgirl to ease her financial woes but money is soon the least of her problems.

Your stomach was doing somersaults. Your chest filled with fire. You couldn’t keep your leg from shaking as you waited for Megan. You glanced around her apartment enviously. She had upgraded in the last year. It was a mansion compared to your tiny city bachelor which was little better than a closet. She interrupted your covetous inner monologue as she entered in an ivory silk robe trimmed with black lace.

“Hey, sorry. Session went a bit long today,” Her cheeks were still flush as she swept around the couch. She dropped onto the cushion next to you, her arm draped over the back as she sat at an angle to face you. “But five hundred in an hour isn’t something to complain about.”

“Is it really that much?” You asked, your finger dancing along your throat nervously.

“On a good day. A bad day, I still make at least half that. You just gotta know how to keep them interested,” She chuckled. “These lonely men aren’t too hard to string along.”

You glanced away nervously and cleared your throat. This was more awkward than you expected. You were never this uptight around Megan. She usually brought out the freak in you. “Oh…” You leaned your chin in your hand. “They cut back my hours at work again.”

“Bastards,” She bent forward and turned on the cushion as she reached under the polished coffee table. She pulled out a joint and leaned back, “Want some?”

“You know I don’t do that,” You peeked over to watch her light up. “It makes me paranoid.”

“You? Paranoid? Ha,” She scoffed playfully before puffing deeply.

“Meg,” You said in a low tone, “Please.”

“So, you looking for another job?” She asked as the smoke seeped from her lips.

“I’m always looking for another job,” You grumbled, “But no one’s biting.”

She nodded and thought as she took another drag. Her eyes narrowed and she tilted her head. “Spit it out.”

“I...I dunno, I was thinking…” You clasped your hands together and shifted on the cushion, “How does all of it work?”

“Oh my god,” She sat forward sharply and tossed her lighter on the table, the joint disposed of in the square ashtray. “You’re kidding me, Y/N?”

“I’m just wondering,” You put your hands up defensively, “I’ve got rent in two weeks and my next check isn’t going to cut it. I’m kinda up shit’s creek here. I gotta consider my options.”

“Well, it’s quite simple. You set your own hours; you have control over everything. Money’s up front,” She snapped her fingers, “They pay before you even touch yourself just to see you. From there, they can give more as things progress but there’s a paywall to each tier; rubbing, fingering, toy play. The more they pay, the further they get.”

Your cheeks were burning. “Hmm,” You bit your lip as you thought, “I...I don’t think I could. I mean…” You sighed, “I still haven’t, you know…”

“I thought you and Jordan?” She lifted a brow.

“No, he was too pushy about it,” You leaned back and crossed your arms, “It’s kinda why things didn’t work out.”

“Well, you don’t need to be sexually active. You just need to know how to work with yourself,” She smirked, “And don’t tell me you don’t get lonely in your cloister.”

“Hey!” You laughed despite yourself. “Well,” You let out a deep breath, “I guess it would be worth a try?”

“Girl, it would be amazing,” She trilled, “You know, if you put in your description that your a virgin, you could ask for twice the standard rate. Hell, you’d have rent in a single session. Even two months’.”

You nodded and uncrossed your arms. You stretched out your fingers and examined the wrinkles along your knuckles. Three rejection emails this morning; they always decided to go with another candidate. Even if you did get something new in the next week, your first pay wouldn’t be in until after rent day. You gulped, accepting that one day you would look back on this dark time and laugh. Well, hopefully.

“Can you help me get set up?” You asked quietly.

“Babe, I gonna do more than that,” Megan flipped her long hair over her shoulder. “I’m gonna do your nails and we’re going to buy you some cute lingerie. Oooh, and I’ll show you how to contour...but, if we’re going for the pure look, the less, the better. And we’ll have to do something about your apartment.”

“Okay, okay,” You poked her shoulder, “One thing at a time. Let’s get the account started first and then I can embrace the crippling dread of what I’m about to do.”

This was it. A little less pathetic than your usual Saturday night. Your bed was draped in a pale pink comforter, the frilly pillows added to the facade. A tripod held the webcam aimed at the perky bed, your computer on a folding table nearby. Megan had covered the expenses of your new gig and you would repay her directly after with the money made from it. Well, if you made anything. You still weren’t sure this was going to work.

You stared in the mirror at yourself. A white baby doll hid little of your figure and you looked the dreamlike innocent. Well, that’s what you were, really. None of your boyfriends had gotten past using their mouths or even fingers. Often you stopped them from the latter as they were never very skilled and it was more uncomfortable that pleasing. You shook out your arms as you glanced at the time. Just do it. The sooner you began, the sooner you’d be done.

You climbed onto the bed, positioning yourself on your knees just as Megan had shown you. Of course she hadn’t given you a real show, merely a fully-clothed walk through. The test screen came on and reflected you perfectly. The mic showed that it was working and you took one last shuddered breath to brace yourself. You forced a smile and hit ‘start’.

You waited, preening yourself as Megan had demonstrated. One viewer popped up with a bloop. Then a second. Then ten! You began to rub your hands up and down your torso, pulling apart the baby doll for a peak of your stomach and the lace panties below. When it reached twenty, you began the real show. You wiggled out of your panties, turning to display your ass as you did. You sat back and spread your legs, vaguely following the little comments on the text feed and typing back here and there. A little post-it of suggested responses by Megan stuck to the frame of the screen.

Your nerves were rattling but you just pretended you were alone; that this was all for you. Not them. You thought of the money and your rent; even at the first paywall you had enough to cover what you didn’t have. As the next was approaching, a peculiar beep sounded and a private chat request popped up. You kept your fingers on your clit as you leaned over to read the attached message and green letters highlighting the offer.

‘Hey, baby girl, how about a private show?’ Viewer has offered $1000

Your lips fell open and your motion stuttered, your fingers slipping between your folds carelessly. Holy shit! It was a lot of money and well, it saved you from pleasuring yourself in front of all these viewers. Just one; that was easy. You looked to the counter in the session; already fifty. You accepted the offer and the screen went black; a message in the chat alerting all that you had gone private for the rest of the show.

A new screen popped up, similar to the first. You were there, looking back, legs splayed, your hand on your pussy. Another notification blipped requesting that the private viewer be allowed voice chat. You accepted again. The thousand dollars was already in your wallet and it would be a lot easier than typing and reading.

“Hello?” You called to the camera curiously.

“Hey, baby girl,” The deep voice was oddly alluring. Not the expected gristly voice of a middle-aged pervert. “Shall we continue?”

“Of course, honey,” You mimicked Megan’s example as best you could, “Do you like this?” You set to drawing circles around your clit again. An audible purr came from the speakers. You leaned back as the heat started to build. You hadn’t really expected to enjoy it. “Mmmm,” You let out a moan, louder than intended.

“Can you go inside, baby?” The viewer asked, and you hesitated. You fingered yourself sometimes but not often. You took a breath and coated your fingers in your arousal as you felt along to your entrance. “Are you really a virgin?” The question had your mouth agape. Your eyes widened as you weren’t quite ready to discuss that with a stranger. Even as you were about to fuck yourself for one. “You are,” He hummed contentedly.

“Y-yes,” You rasped out.

“You’re so precious, baby, how is that possible?” His voice was too much, it was driving you wild. He actually sounded attractive; it would be better if you clung to that fantasy.

“I...I’m saving it for someone special,” You lied. A rush ran through you at the words.

“Mm-hmm,” You could hear his smirk. You pushed your fingers inside and his sigh was audible. Your own was unintentional. It actually felt nice. You dropped your head back, almost forgetting that you were being watched as your palm brushed against your bud. “Yeah, baby, are you going to cum for me? Already?”

You whimpered and your thighs tingled. You fought to keep your legs apart as the rapture mounted. Your chest rose and fell as you felt the orgasm rising. You had thought it would be much harder than this. Hell, it usually took you a lot longer to cum. Something about his voice, about him watching, maybe even the money, had given you an unnatural high. You cried out as you reached the peak all so suddenly. Your legs shot out straight and you heard a grunt from your laptop. “That’s it, baby girl.”

As you stilled your hand, you shivered, you fingers still inside of you. “Can you take the rest off for me, baby girl?” You kinda liked the nickname, it helped you dissociate.

You slowly removed your hand, your fingers soaked. You sat up and nodded, speechless as the after waves shook you. You reached back and unclasped the babydoll and slid the straps down your shoulders. You tits fell free and you heard the man breathing heavily. You slipped out of the sheer lingerie and tossed it aside, once more on your knees as you tried to figure out what to do next.

“What kind of toys do you have, baby?” You blinked and stared down at the line of devices behind you. Megan had bought an array of beginner’s toy. Nothing too big. Mostly just vibes, some nipple clamps. You hadn’t wanted anything going inside of you really. You held up the small purple vibe. “That’s good, baby girl. I wanna see you cum again.”

You sat back on your ass and opened your legs, bending them to display your pussy to him. “Just like that, yeah.” He purred. You leaned back on one hand and clicked the vibe on. You reached down and pressed the buzzing toy to your overwrought clit. “You’ve got beautiful tits, baby.”

You giggled into a moan as the sensations began to radiate from your bud. Your feet arched as your muscles tightened. Sparks trickled along your flesh and you were panting once more. You barely noticed the other heavy breaths coming from the laptop. You could guess what the man was doing on the other end. What else would he do? You squeaked as you came, biting down on your lip as you pushed your head forward and held the vibe against yourself.

You fell back without thinking and rolled onto your side, the vibe still on and pressed to your clit. You could hear the groans from the speaker. “Such a nice ass,” He muttered, his voice curtailed by a sudden grunt and hiss. You didn’t need to see him to know he had cum, too. But it didn’t feel gross like you thought it would; it was intoxicating.

“Will you be mine, baby girl?” He asked after a airy silence; the two of you trapped in a rush of adrenaline.

“What?” You slowly pushed yourself up to face the camera.

“Just mine. Private shows only. Same rate as tonight.” His voice was smokey, “Gratuities every time you cum for me. “

“I...are you sure?” You crossed your legs in front of you. You weren’t exactly planning on do this again.

“A girl like you shouldn’t be shared,” He said. “So?”

“Um, okay,” You smiled, “I think I could do that…”

“Call me ‘Captain’, baby doll,” He offered in a dusky lilt.

“Captain,” You uttered with a pout, “Do you want more?”

You should just delete the app. Your phone hadn’t stopped for the last hour. You were with Megan enjoying a drink and a new life of financial stability but the cost was starting to wear on you. ‘Captain’ as he called himself, wouldn’t stop messaging you. It had been over a month since you had began this little online foray into scandal. It was exciting to be admired but as of late, it was growing quite irritating. Still, you couldn’t really complain as your savings account had grown exponentially.

At first, it was twice a week but now it was almost every other night. You were quite honestly exhausted. You had even fallen asleep on camera last night. And now he was nagging you like your mother during that trip you had taken to Spain in college. You silenced your phone and drained your cocktail as you smiled at Megan. You signaled to the waiter for a refill.

“So, how’s it going? Great?” She asked emphatically.

“Pretty good, I guess,” You shrugged, “You?”

“The usual. I made almost twenty-five hundred last night,” She giggled, “First time I’ve ever done anything anally.”

“Jesus,” You yelped, “Meg, you can’t just say shit like that.” The waiter set down another electric blue drink in front of you and you thanked him.

“Well, you know, it was kinda fun,” She grinned, “You making out okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” You ran your finger around the rim of your glass, “This one guy, he pays a thousand per private show but I don’t know if I can keep up.”

“Shit, Y/N, do we need to get you fucked?” She laughed, “I mean, maybe if you really loosened up--”

“Ugh, don’t,” You sipped from your cocktail. “It’s like every other night. I was late for work this morning.”

“Do you really need to keep working? A thousand per show, three times a week?” She sang, “Sound better than minimum wage at the electronics shop.”

“I don’t plan on this being my career,” You shook your head, “Get a nice nest egg going until I can find something better than retail.”

“The money, it can be addicting. Moreso the feeling,” She breathed, “It might just be creeps on the internet, but I’ve never felt more appreciated.”

“Hmm, yeah,” You picked up your phone and checked the endless queue of notifications. “Definitely feel needed.”

You swiped open your phone and opened the app. ‘Sorry, I’m just having some drinks with a friend. Can I message you later?’ You hoped the acknowledgement would placate him for the time being.

‘Okay, baby girl.’ The single message floated before you shortly before another popped up. ‘Later then.’

You tucked away your phone, content that you could enjoy your night. You took another drink and leaned your elbow on the table.

“Well, maybe it is a bit addicting,” You joked as Megan was glued to her own phone.

She laughed and showed you the dick pic she had just been sent. You covered her screen and you both fell into a fit of laughter. A girls’ night was a great relief from your new normal.

Another tedious day in retail. As none of your co-workers knew the meaning of work ethic, you were spending a whole hour of your shift re-organizing and pricing the headsets. It was simple enough work and gave you a reason to not be standing at your till doing nothing. You’re life had grown monotonous again as you had found the Captain mysteriously silent. The last session you had together had been a whole week ago. You hadn’t yet gone back for another public show.

Tearing your worries away from your extracurricular work, you finished re-arranging the hooks. You ran to print out new tags and returned to the section to find a customer staring at your newly tidied display.

“Did you need some help?” You asked the man. His blue eyes squinted as he looked along the hooks of nearly identical headsets. His dirty blonde hair and beard framed his chiseled face handsomely as he turned to glance at you. He didn’t resemble your typical gamer.

“Actually, I might just,” He smiled and you tried not to blanch. His voice sounded so familiar. Very familiar. “I don’t really know what I’m looking for. My buddy bought me one of these video game systems and he can’t hear me.”

“Well, when it comes to headsets, you get what you pay for.” You tried to hide your discomfort; your inner dialogue running wild. It couldn’t be. He said he lived in New York and you had only admitted to living up north. He couldn’t possibly be in the same city as you. Couldn’t possibly know where you worked. And besides, he didn’t seem to recognize you. “If you want something decent, you should start around the eighty dollar mark. I’d suggest Astro as a brand, but Turtle Beach is good enough if you’re just a beginner.”

He nodded and looked back to the headsets. You turned your attention to the price tags in your hand and began switching them out with the old ones. You glanced over as you felt an unusual warmth hovering over you and found the man watching you as you went about your work.

“I can’t decide. Which one’s would you suggest?” Again, his voice was so terrifyingly familiar.

“Um,” You turned to the shelf and pulled of the basic Astro’s. They were your default choice for the clueless. “These one. If you don’t mind the price tag, it’s worth it.”

“Thanks,” He took them from you, his fingers brushing against you. “I’ll give them a try.”

He nodded and you clung to your customer service tone. You wished him a good day as he walked away and turned to finish up your task. It was just a coincidence. You were imagining things. Besides, you could barely remember exactly was the Captain’s voice sounded like.

Coincidentally, you had a message waiting from the Captain when you got out of work. As you changed into your street shoes you read the single line; ‘can I see you tonight?’ You replied with ‘sure’ a surge of relief washing over you. He was still just a faceless man thousands of miles away. You slipped on your jacket and hooked your purse over your shoulder. You were already getting excited.

Back at your apartment, you set up your bed for a show. You plain grey bedding replaced with the dainty pink sheets and frilly duvet. The tripod at the end of the bed, the light you had bought angled towards you to give a better view. You opened your laptop and typed a message to the Captain. ‘Hey, where are you?’ You stared at his icon, waiting for it to turn green, but it remained grey and lifeless. Your shoulders dropped and you sighed. Maybe something had come up.

You felt stupid in the new lingerie. The white corset, see-through bra and panties, thigh-high stocks and a pair of platform heels. A whole thirty minutes and you shut your laptop. You moved it aside and were about to start stripping the bed when a knock came at the door. Who the fuck? You grabbed the plain terry cloth robe slung over the back of the chair and covered yourself. You approached the door down the narrow hallway and unlocked it, opening it just a crack.

You gasped and slammed it back shut as you saw the recognized the unexpected guest. You were too slow and weak to keep him from entering. It was the same man from the store. He swiftly pinned you against the opposite wall and kicked the door closed behind him, dropping a bag at his feet as he seized you.

“Sorry I’m late,” He said in a low tone.

“It--it is you,” You gaped up at him, his hands firm on your shoulders. “How did you…?”

“Shhh,” He raised a hand to press a finger to your lips. “You’re still gonna put on a show for me, baby girl,” He licked his lips as he leaned in, “Rather with me. Same rate as usual.”

“Get out,” You shoved his hand away from your mouth, “You’re crazy. Get off of me! Go!”

“Baby girl, I thought you wanted some fun tonight,” He forced you away from the wall and pushed you towards the main room of you apartment. Your bedroom, living room, and kitchen conjoined in an affordable open concept. You heard the door lock before he followed behind you, his hand on your back as he guided you forward.

“Please, don’t do this,” You whined as you turned to face him, “I’ll give the money back...as much as I have left.”

“I don’t want the money,” He chuckled, “I want what you’ve been saving for me, baby girl.”

You gulped. His broad figure blocked the hallway as he crossed his arms. You glanced over to the folding table where your laptop sat and seized your cell phone from beside it. He was on you in a moment, easily ripping the device from your hand. He released you sharply and smashed it on the corner of the table, nearly tipping it. He tossed it across the room and huffed.

“Why don’t you do it, hmm? Try to get past me and see what happens.” He challenged as he pushed his shoulders back. “You think you’re fast enough?”

You stared at him as your teeth chattered. You hung your head in an act of submission but quickly dove around him. You couldn’t even get past him before he had his arm around your stomach, your legs kicking out desperately. His other hand went to the knot of your robe and easily untied it. He grabbed onto the robe as you struggled and tore it from your body as you stumbled to your knees.

“One more try, baby girl,” He teased and you stood, reaching for the door frame of the hall as you teetered in the platforms. He had you in an instant, lifting you off your feet as he pulled you back into the room. “You’re cute.” He praised, “Feisty.”

“Let me go!” You yelped as you clawed at his thick arms.

“Let you go? You’re mine, baby girl,” His hot breath glossed over your hair, “I paid for you, fair and square.”

He twisted and shoved you towards the bed. You stumbled onto it as you wobbled in your heels. As you righted yourself, you heard him walk back down the hall. He returned with the bag he had brought in with him. His bright eyes burned you as he watched you rise to your feet.

“Sit,” He pointed to you, “Or I’ll make you.” You did as he said, the fear crawling up your spine. “Now, this can be easy or hard...and baby girl, I want you to enjoy your first time. You’ve waited so long.”

You dug your fingers into the duvet as you watched him set the bag down in the only chair. He unzipped it and pulled out a camcorder. He crossed to the tripod and removed your webcam, replacing it with his own camera. He clicked it on and you watched the light flash signaling that it was recording. He adjusted the angle and stepped back, looking over it to where you sat on the bed.

“We can start as usual,” He said, gesturing to the bed. “Go on. We gotta get you warmed up, baby doll.” You swallowed and stared at him. Then into the camera. You glanced to the door once more and you heard his sigh. “Y/N, really, let’s stop with the games?”

You turned back to him in shock. “How do you know my name?” Your voice cracked.

“I’ve seen so much of you, baby girl, a name hardly matters,” He smirked and moved the bag off the chair. He sat down and once more waved you over to the bed. “Go on. I like the little outfit but a body like yours doesn’t need any decoration.” You slowly brought your foot up on your knee and slipped out of the platform heel. You pulled the other off and stood, fingers under the top of your stocking. “Look at me, baby, come closer.” He flicked his fingers, “Smile for the camera.”

You bit down and set to rolling down your stockings one at a time. As you bent down, you heard a low growl. Your tits threatened to spill from your bra, though it offered little coverage as it was. You stood straight and slowly untied the laces of the corset until it went slack. You shimmied out of it, your vision blurred as you stared at the far wall. You couldn’t look at him. You just couldn’t.

As you unclasped your bra, he hissed and you let the straps fall down your arms and the cups folded onto the floor. You hooked your thumbs in your panties and he tutted. “Turn around,” He urged, “Let me see that ass of yours.” You obeyed, your movement jagged, and slowly pushed the lace down your thighs. You bent until they were past your knees and they slid to your feet. You stepped out of them and spun back. “On the bed,” He ordered.

You sat back and slowly pushed yourself back on the bed until you were in the middle. He nodded, a simple but overt command. You knew what he wanted. And as much as the situation frightened you, you wanted it too. You were wet and wanting. You needed release if only to quell the suffocating wave of fear.

You laid back as you spread your legs. “I wanna see your face, baby doll,” He warned and you cursed silently. You sat back up, bending your legs as you leaned on one arm. You slowly slid your hand down your stomach and hovered over your pussy. You pushed your fingers down, grazing your clit as you delved between your folds. You trembled at the sensation. How were you so wet?

You began to rub yourself, biting down on your tongue as you held your breath. Even so you couldn’t hold back the rush of nerves. The stirring of the tide as it wrapped you up. Your back arched as you exhaled, unable to hold back as your heart raced. You could almost forget that you weren’t alone. You whined as your body got the best of you and you came. Your head lolled back and you gasped, rubbing yourself through your climax.

You fell back as you panted heavily. You could hear him moving but he was upon you before you could react. The bed shifted as his hands ran the length of your legs. He gripped your thighs and you felt his nose tickle along your pelvis. You lifted your head as he nuzzled you, your hands fluttering down as you tried to wave him away. He easily ignored you as his hot breath crept lower. You squeak as his lips brushed your pussy.

“It’s okay, baby doll,” His blue eyes flashed up to your face, “Just relax.”

He bent his head and his tongue flicked over your clit. You mewled and arched into him. You couldn’t help it. You could barely thinking as your overly sensitive bud thrummed. As his tongue went deeper your voice caught in your throat. He pushed your legs apart as he dove into you, lulling your body with only his mouth. It wasn’t long before you entire being was spasming as an orgasm rattled you.

He slowly raised himself up, sitting back on his knees as he pressed his fingers along your pussy. You bucked in surprise, still recovering from the surge of pleasure. He poked around your entrance and slowly pushed a finger inside. You felt your walls contract around him and he shoved another finger in. You moaned in a mixture of pain and bliss.

“Oh, you really are a virgin, baby girl.” You closed your eyes in shame as he felt around, “Your so tight.”

He removed his hand and licked your juices from his fingers as he stood. He began to undress as you laid prone before him. Your head fell to the side and you stared at the door. Even if you could leave, you weren’t sure you had the strength left in you. Completely naked, he approached the bed and turned your body. You offered no resistance as he moved you, retreating to the camera to check the angle. You were shaking; in ecstasy and fear. This was it. It was going to be taken from you and there was nothing you could do.

You watched him approach. His cock was huge. The most you had ever done was a blow job and you weren’t even sure you could get him in your mouth. You pushed yourself up on your elbows as he climbed up on the side of the bed, parting your legs to get in between. You were suddenly frantic, the adrenaline filling you with a second wind. He caught your legs behind the knees and pulled you closer.

He draped your thighs on top of his as he bent his legs beneath himself. You tried to pull away but he kept you in place. He held your hip with one hand and his other went to your pussy. He played with you again, dipping his finger inside once more. You squirmed, reaching out to the duvet above your head. There was nothing there to save you.

“Shhh, baby doll, it’s okay,” He continued to explore your walls, “We’ll go slow.”

He pulled out his finger and ran his fingers along your pussy. He grabbed his cock and spread your juices along his length. He pressed his tip to your folds and rubbed it back and forth, from clit to your entrance. He lined himself up at last and shifted a little closer. You brought your hands up to shove him away, his torso a wall of muscle.

“Please, I’m not ready.”

“You feel ready to me,” He purred and you felt his head stretching you as he pressed inside slowly.

You hissed and he went deeper, a little at a time. He pulled your body to him as he pushed further, your pelvis tilted as he entered you. Your nails dug into his abs and tears filled your eyes as you felt him reach the thin barrier. You took a breath and he sighed as you felt it break. You let out a withdrawn whimper and he continued on without pause. You sniffed as he stretched you painfully, reaching his limit as he forced himself inside.

He stayed at his hilt and bent over you, placing a breathy kiss on your lips. “Baby girl, it’s okay,” He whispered, “You’re doing so good.” He pressed his pelvis to you, “You’re taking all of me. You feel that. You’re made for me.”

You were shaking, the tears streaming down your temples. He pulled back and you exhaled at the relief but he pushed back in and you gasped. He kept his thrusts careful at first, easing himself in and out as you whimpered beneath him. He sat back and gazed down at you as your face and body contorted against him. The more his cock filled you, the better it felt, the agony fading to fervor.

“That’s it,” He sped up just a touch, his thumb pressing down on your clit as his hand stretched over your pelvis. “Is that better, baby girl?”

You pressed your thighs around him as he rocked into you. Your eyes rolled back as a shock flowed up your spine. You bit your lip as you tried to resist it. You could barely feel the pain anymore as fire licked at your flesh. “M-m-m…” You stuttered, your hands kneading mindlessly at your chest, “M-more.”

You were surprised by the very word but it had risen so naturally. He groaned deliciously and his motion picked up. He plunged into you without restraint. You were like a ragdoll, your body at his mercy. His thumb sent chills through you as he kept rubbing your bud, an orgasm melding into the endless euphoria. The noises escaping you were inhuman; rabid.

“Ah, baby doll, you’re so good,” He breathed.

His thrusts grew even more rapacious as he hammered into you. You clenched your jaw as you dared to glance down at him. The sight of his cock entering you had you once more crying out in delight. Another orgasm took hold of you. Not even the hint of blood along his pelvis could deter you.

He bent forward once more and slid his arms under you, drawing you up so that your chest was against his. He moved your body up and down his cock. His blue eyes found yours and you couldn’t look away. His irises were on fire as he grunted. You hugged him with your legs, clinging to his shoulders as you came again. You were starting to lose count.

“I’m going to cum, baby girl,” He mumbled through his excess, “I can’t--”

He threw his head back and you felt a spurt of warmth within you. He let his head hang back for a moment before he looked to you and slowly lowered you to the bed. He stayed inside of you, looking down at your vulnerable body. His hand glided over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their stead.

“Don’t worry, baby doll,” He cupped your breasts and bowed his head between them, “We’ve got all night.”

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You and I

A/N: And here is a fluffy smut of Dick Grayson! Um…I actually had fun with this one and I hope you all enjoy it!

Warnings: Smut. Language. Fluffiness. And Dick being Dick Grayson.

He’s late again. I suppose it’s going to happen at times when you’re dating a masked vigilante, who also happens to be police officer in Bludhaven, which according to Time Magazine, happens to be the most horrible, dangerous capital in our world.

Gotham happens to fall closely behind.

And my boyfriend, Dick Grayson, happens to be the protector of Bludhaven. As Nightwing, and Officer Grayson.

Between watching the news and reading articles about the crime rates going sky high, I have become almost insomniac. It’s not easy when I have bad anxiety, and OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder), and with the violent environment I live in, I’ve become a mess.

Physically and mentally.

Dating Dick Grayson for over two and a half years has brought me so much joy, but the baggage of excessive worrying hasn’t ceased.

With my insecurities of his past girlfriends Barbara Gordon and Koriand'r, and how Dick’s always felt like he has to prove himself to me with his perfectionism.

Maybe we have finally moved on from all of that.

And sleeping is something I haven’t been able to do for a long time now. Because let’s face it, while Dick is out there saving the city, I’m here alone in our big bed because I can’t sleep without Dick beside me.

The window opens, and a soft, chilling breeze enters the bedroom; sending shivers down my spine. He sneaks quietly around the bedroom, until I hear him removing his Nightwing costume off in the dark; a habit he’s mastered since he was just a kid.

Within seconds, a warm body is moved behind me; strong arms wrap around my waist and his face is pushed into my neck. A cuddling position we have excelled at with times and times of practice.

I slowly turn my body around to face his. My face makes contact with his bare chest.

“You’re late,” I whisper, inhaling his irresistible smell of his cologne and clean body wash.

“I know. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Dick whispers back. The guilt and sadness evident in his tone.

“No, you don’t need to apologize for saving the city. W-what I meant was, you’re late for snuggling...” my voice is muffled.

“Snuggling?”

“Yes, our snuggling time,” I reply. Of course, I blame myself for even feeling the way I feel. What I want is Dick around more, but his true calling is him being a hero.

I fell in love with Dick Grayson. The guy who happened to be the big brother of my best friend, Tim. We met at one of Bruce’s galas, and I happened to be Tim’s friendly-date, and Dick approached me to flirt, and obviously one thing led to another.

From just one encounter changed our lives into a serious relationship.

“What you meant was, I’m late to be here with you, right?” Dick asks, interrupting my thoughts. He knows when I’m lying and being secretive. Damn his detective skills! “When you feel like you need someone to hold you down, you need me here, right?”

“Consider me a sinking ship because the world can be too much for me,” I say quietly. Dick knows I’m too fucked up.

“Then I guess I’m your anchor,” Dick says, before he sits up and pulls me on top of him. As I straddle him, the t-shirt of his I wear to bed rides up my stomach; revealing my panties to him. Dick’s fingers delicately rub my pussy through the fabric. “I’ll be the one who can hold you, steady you, guide you, and be the one you need to hang on to when things get bad. You know that right, babe?”

The tears I’ve been bottling up for so long burst like a balloon. I feel absolutely ridiculous! How could I feel so weak when this sort of problem is nothing compared to real world problems?

“Hey babe...please don’t cry,” Dick says softly. He wipes the tears from my eyes and rubs my lower back. “It’s okay. It’s okay to feel the way you do. You can’t help it and I know you can’t. But there is something you need to know. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much and your anxiety won’t change that.”

“But you can’t always be here for me,” I cry quietly.

Dick sighs and sits up, so I’m placed in his lap. With one hand on my waist, the other holds my face to look into his ocean blue eyes. “Maybe I can’t be here all the time, but when I can be...I’ll show you how much I love you, show you how much you mean to me, show you I’m always going to come home to you, and show you you’re never going to be alone.”

“Do you mean it, Richard?” I ask him. Just hearing Dick’s promise might put the demons in my head to sleep for the night. He chuckles at how I call him his real name.

“I swear it. Y/N, I love you so fucking much. You’re the woman I want to be with forever. I want to marry you, have kids with you, get old and maybe run our own orphanage or something. But the point is, you and me are forever, and if forever scares you then you need to suck it up. Or better yet...” Dick whispers against my lips and kisses me hard. One hand reaches to the back of my head and tangles in my hair as our mouths open and tongues dance along each other. He pulls away just to see our salvia stringing our lips together. “Maybe I just need to prove to you how much you’ll always have me under your control...show you how much I’ll always need you.”

The warmth radiating off him soaks into me. I realize in this moment of how much I’ll always need Dick, too.

I kiss Dick back, with every ounce of fear, pain, and desire I have within me. I become hungry for his love, and soon I regain the strength to push the covers off us, and I quickly wrap my arms around his neck. The contact isn’t enough. Just feeling his bulge through his boxers isn’t enough. My pussy aches for friction, and I end up grinding against him; anything to spread the heat throughout my body.

Dick groans into the kiss, and soon holds my waist tightly with his nails digging into my hips which will surely leave bruises. He breaks the kiss and throws his head back and grinds against me harder.

I run my fingers down his bare chest. Massaging his muscular arms, pectorals, and hard stomach until I gently rub a new wound below his abs. Dick hisses in pain.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper into the kiss.

“It’s okay, just keep touching me.”

We’ve been through the awkward and foreign grounds of sex. Sure, we had tried to make every intimate moment as good as the first time, but no matter what, sex has become less of a ‘sexy time’ and more of ‘does this feel good’ and ‘I’m almost there’. It’s about reaching our highs and helping each other achieve sexual pleasure.

Sure, some moments are spicy and full of fire. But other times it’s full of comfort and enjoying each other’s pleasure and company.

Dick sucks a bruise onto my neck, and I repay the gesture by biting his bottom lip.

“Fuck...sweetheart. Do you see what you do to me?” Dick chokes out.

“I think I need more evidence before I can believe you,” I say seductively. I tug on his boxers for his cock to spring out.

Dick’s cock has always been big and thick. I stroke him and jerk him off. Dick’s gasps are short and deep, and he begins panting. Until his pre-cum is spread all over his cock for lubricant.

“So, should I call you Nightwing or Officer Grayson?” I tease.

“How about just Dick because I’m all yours no matter what?”

“So, present your case to me, Dick.”

Dick’s eyes widen, and he grins. “Good thing I was trained by the best to provide evidence to back up my case,” he whispers.

In one swift movement, Dick pulls off my panties. While holding me in his lap, he lines his cock up to my dripping pussy, and pushes himself in and moves my hips down to take him all in. He stretches me, which is a mixture between pain and pleasure, but it soon becomes delicious and we’re both already panting as we move our hips to match each thrust.

I know I must look like a mess. My hair is messy, I’m sweaty, my t-shirt is bunched up because we had been too busy to remove it, and my eyes still feel sore and puffy from crying. One of Dick’s hands leaves my waist and reaches under my shirt to massage and pinch my nipples.

Now I’m a whining mess.

“Fuck-” Dick pants. His dark hair is messy like mine, and sticks to his forehead from the sweat. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. You’re so good to me. You’re so good baby.”

He shifts me onto his lap where his cock is massaging my g-spot. The sensation alone is bringing me to the edge. His thrusts are hard and deep.

“Uh!!! Fuck! Right there!” I cry out. I grip his shoulders tightly; nails piercing into his skin.

Dick loves it when I do that. It’s like, marking my territory in a way. With the us being closed in this position, his pelvic bone rubs against my clit.

I’m about to explode.

“I-I’m going to cum!” I gasp out.

“Cum then. Cum all over my cock, Y/N. I want to feel you cumming,” Dick demands.

With a few more thrusts and rubs against my clit, I moan out his name and gush all over his cock. My juices leak all over and spill against his abs and thighs. I squeeze him; clenching his cock as much as I can during my high.

Dick continues to thrust into me hard and fast. He glances down and smiles with pride at the mess I made.

“I love it when I do that to you. Only I can do that to you, sweetheart,” Dick moans out.

He spanks my ass and with a few more thrusts, Dick pulls out and cums upwards onto my stomach. Inhaling and exhaling, we manage to get our breathing under control. He carefully lifts me and lies me down while he reaches for some tissues to clean us up.

“Wait!” I stop him.

“What? What’s wrong?” Dick asks, slightly panicking.

“I didn’t get a chance to taste your delicious cum,” I say. Using two fingers, I swipe some of his cum off my stomach and I lick it up; swallowing every bit of it. I moan and show him my clean fingers.

Dick’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs open in complete shock and amazement.

“Delicious as always,” I say with a small smile.

“Damn sweetheart, you’re too sexy for your own good. You’re too perfect for me,” Dick says softly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“No, if anything I don’t deserve you,” I whisper sadly.

“No! J-just listen to me babe. You really are too perfect. How can someone as beautiful, kind, funny, and loving like you want to be with someone who doesn’t necessarily have the best reputation with women? I mean, I haven’t exactly been a saint. I’ve done things I’m not exactly proud of, and here you are. You’re an angel who has been given to me to love and protect, and at the end of the day...I really feel like I don’t deserve you,” Dick confesses. “Sometimes I feel like...I’m not enough for you. I feel like you could do better than me.” He cries, and he doesn’t hide it from me. He breaks out into sobs, and it shows how much this has been eating at him for a long time.

I lift his head up to look at me. “Then I guess we feel the same way. Maybe we’re just two idiots and even after everything that’s happened, we’re just too stupid to see that we do deserve each other. There’s no one else I want but you, Dick. I feel loved by you, more than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. I love you and I don’t want to imagine life without you. I’m actually...afraid of losing you,” I admit. I cry as well.

“Then I guess we’re stuck together forever. Because I’m afraid of losing you, too. I love you so much Y/N, and if you need me to show you how much I love you more then I’ll do it. I promise,” Dick vows seriously.

“And if you need me, I’ll show you you’re the best for me and that you’re perfect to me then I will, too,” I promise him.

Dick grabs my face in both hands and kisses me. A kiss of promises. A kiss to try to end our fears.

“I love you, Y/N,” Dick whispers.

“I love you too, Dick.”

We lie back down, and Dick pulls the blankets up to cover us. As we rest in comfortable silence, I can listen to his heartbeat beating against my ear. My eyes close and I can feel myself falling asleep.

“You hear that, sweetheart? My heart beats for you,” Dick whispers as he slowly falls asleep. “And only you.”

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