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spooky-loopy · 8 months

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~Hard dayz~

(No Warnings! Pure fluff <3)

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[You have had a hard week and it all came to a peak today, Simon had heard your soft sobs from behind your door and wanted to check up on you,]

You had a hard day, like a really hard day. When you got to your room and finally had a chance to relax; you just let lose.

Apon entering your room you don't even bother to turn on the light or remove your shoes. You just drag yourself to your bed and plop down. the days weight sinking more into the bed then your own as you lie face-down.

You think of all the events of today and you feel like a weight has crushed your chest. You sit up and like your back against the head board, you rest your arms on your knees and your face in your arms.

Tears roll down your cheeks, as you slightly tremble trying to not be to loud for the sake of everyone else. Small choked sobs escape your mouth as you cry,

Suddenly theres a light nocking on the door and you let out a small gasp and wipe your tears "are you okay in there?" You hear a deep british voice ask gently from the other side of the door.

You feel your cheeks heaten up with embarrassmant knowing that Simon heard you cring. you clear your throat "Yeah," you say trying to sound as awake and comfident as possible. Thank god for that door, with out it this would obviously be a facde.

He doesn't say anything for a second but sighs quietly "...Can I come in?"

Your stomach drops hearing that question but you can't say no. So you slide off your bed and slowly open the door. Light pours into the room from the hallway and now you feel hyper-aware of how messy it is in the presence of someone else.

He looks a bit comfused to see the light off and swints at you for a second seeingly trying to make out your fetures. You notice this and quickly turn on the lamp next to the door as you turn your head down slightly hoping he can't study your face too carefully.

He steps in his heavy boots thuding on the floor and closes the door softly behind him. He slowly reaches his hand up to you face and turns it up to him, he reaches up with his other hand and brushes your stray hairs out of your face

"Are you okay..?" He asks again his brows drawing together slightly with a look of consern,

You nod and wave him off with a small gesture of your hand "Yeah, just been a though day," you respond finding peices of a smile and lining them up into a slight smile slight grimise,

Your lying your not okay, and you can tell by the look on his face he knows it too. But he just nods and takes note of your smile-grimise keeping his hand on your chin. He looks at the couch "are you comftable with me staying tonight?" He says turning his attention back to where he holds you.

You nod "yeah, if I may ask why?" You ask carefully.

"I like you," he says simply "and you need someone," he says looking into your eyes your heart flutters and you break eye contact. He didn't seem to notice your reaction, if he did he didn't say anything about it.

This is truefully the first time someones touched you like this in months and it felt nice. It felt nice to see someone cared enough to stay in your room with you when his room was just down the hall. With that you feel some of that weight lift off your chest,

You look around at your room, it's a mess. Dishes are pileing up in the sink, the trash is overflowing and there is a full bag siting on the floor waiting to be taken out. The couch has a couple shirts and pants on hangers laying on it with a full landry basket next to it. There was wrapers and a few plates left on your nightstand with a glass of water and a few pill bottles.

He follows your eyes around the room. But dosnt mention or say anything about the mess, you look at him embarrassed "I'm sorry my rooms so dirty, I wasn't expecting company," you say with a nervous laugh as you begin you clean up some of the things strewn about and he just watches you silently.

You finish cleaning off the couch and turn towards him "you don't have to stay here," you say with another nervous laugh

He shakes his head "no, but I want to," he says calmly, you look a bit suprised, his room could not be worse then this.

"But why?"

"I've already told you," he says with a smirk "do you want help cleaning up?"

"Cleaning up?" You repeat quietly "no I'm okay" you say louder

He looks around and looks back at you with a raised eyebrow " 'your okay'?" He says "let me help you, it'll go by faster and you can go to bed earlier,"

Shit, you forgot about the time you quickly glance at the clock to see it's around 10:30. You nod aggreing with what he said "Okay," you say feeling defeated in some way; but he just nods and cracks a small smile like he would rather be here then anywere else.

Simon takes the lead and helps you figure out what to do, normally while cleaning you'd always feel so frazaled. With him there it felt clearer and easier. You guys finished cleaning the room at 11:15 sat on the couch and turned on some cable tv.

You lean into him and he wraps his arm over your shoulders, you can feel his body heat radiating off of him and it feels so nice to have one of his arms wrapped around you. You slowly scoot closer to him and he takes notice and turns his attention away from the tv to you.

You stop moving but don't say anything and he lets out a soft chuckle under his breath "if you want to cuddle, just say so," he says with a smirk

He moves his hand from your shoulder to you waist pulling you into his lap. He losely wraps his arms around you his hand resting on you thigh, and his other hand still on you waist. Now you rest completely against his chest absorbing his warmth, watching and feeling the slow rise and fall, listening to his hartbeat.

"Do you want to talk about your day?" He asks slowly and softly; he obviously didn't want make you talk about anything.

You shake your head "No, I don't think I'd even know where to start. This whole week has been building up to today, all of the little things pileing up to make one big thing,"

He nods and silently listens to you talk while running his fingers gently through your hair, "if you ever need help, I'm here," he says genuinely looking slightly conserned "whatever you need help with, whenever. I want to help those things not bild up,"

You nod and can't help but smile at his words "Yeah, I really appreciate it. I don't think the room would be this clean if it wasn't for you," you say as you cuddle into him somemore, his presence is like a warm blanket and you feel sleep cloud the back of your mind.

He lightly laughs "that it wouldn't be," he seems to notice you slowly falling asleep because he rubs your back "how about we get you to bed? You seem tired," he says standing up with you in his arms and walking over to your bed,

You feel his body move away slightly as he moved to put you down on the bed but you held onto him, a soft chuckle escapes his mouth

"Your gonna have to let me go to lay down," he says it like your a child and you look up at him

"Do you really want to sleep on the couch?"

He laughs fully this time and shakes his head "No I guess not," he says with a small smile as he lays down still cradleing you in his arms. He moves one hand up and brushes your hair in your face behind your ear.

"Figured as much," you say with your eyes closed and a slight smile on your face as you feel yourself drift off to sleep in Simons arms

"Sleep well," he whispers while lightly strokeing your face,

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sunflowergyeomie · 3 years

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can you handle it?

sypnosis: jeonghan is a real pain in the ass, we all know that. he always seems to get you to do things you never agreed on doing, you try not to fall for them though. what if one day you accidentally fall into his trap and give in, without knowing at all?

pairing: yoon jeonghan x gn!reader (vagina bearing)

genre: established relationship, fashion design student!au, architect!au, smut (18+ only)

word count: 2.9k

warnings: profanity, m!dom, degradation, lots of cum play, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, pet names, size kink?? if you squint

a/n: bcos the irl girl version of jeonghan (aka my devil angel twin) @shuajeong told me "there aren't any fics of jeonghan lately", thus ✨this is written purely for you and your pain 😘 i have to say though, this isn't my best work :( i kept going back and forth and i rewrote and changed things at least three times so 😖😖 (i'm lowkey done with it so i'm sorry i tried, i really did) please forgive me.

Challenge?

Oh, it’s a challenge, alright.

Annoyed is what it is, lips pressed tightly together as you sink in the indescribable feeling. That’s what was currently happening seeing how there is a huge load of cum in your panties – an ignorant aftermath of your quickie with Jeonghan this morning before he drove you to class.

He even had the nerve to question how long you could stay like that for the entire day. You took that as him asking for a challenge and having been with you for a while now, Jeonghan knew you were never one to back down from them. Having basked in the afterglow of sex sure made you think anything was possible – or more accurately speaking his dick just made you dumb.

Now that it’s almost noon, you’re absolutely starting to regret the choice you’ve made, especially when you’re sitting halfway through your second lecture for the day, simply feeling that load threatening to spill out from the cotton panel, onto your inner thighs and slowly ooze down your legs.

Multiple calls of your name put a halt to your thoughts. A hand waves across your face while your eyes focus and refocus as the silhouettes come into sight. Your friends, Mingyu and Minghao are both staring at you, confusion etched across their faces, anticipating an answer from a question one of them probably asked. But in all honesty, you couldn’t recall the subject matter, nor did you give a shit about their issues because your main concern at this time is to get the hell out of there. “Oh, huh? Oh yes, sorry, yes, I’ll absolutely do that.”

A little laugh escapes from Mingyu’s lips while Minghao frowns. “I said.. What are you thinking about?” Mingyu asks, “You have a weird look on your face.”

“Are you not feeling well?” Minghao chimes in. “We can take n-“

“I’m fine, guys. Just a little tired,” You brush off, not wanting to go too deep into whatever you were currently feeling. It’s not that the guys weren’t close to you. In fact, they grew to be one of the closest ever since freshman year when all three of you showed up in the same pattern drafting class, wary looks on everybody’s faces in a new environment. Since the fashion department itself is small with only a few hundred students enrolled, it also meant that classes were taken with familiar faces, rarely is there a fashion student you haven’t seen before. Not to mention you were always being grouped in numerous projects and that’s how the three of you came to be. Both of them knew of your relationship with Jeonghan, of course, but there’s just some things that are better off left unsaid even if they are your best friends.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the both of them stealing glances at you every now and then. Even though they didn’t buy your excuse, Mingyu and Minghao knew better than not to bug you about it so throughout the whole three-hour lecture, you could just sense their concern emanating off their bodies. Adding on to your growing anxiety, making you more on edge, terrified that at any moment they would catch a glimpse of whatever dirty secret you were holding in – quite literally. Pulling out your phone, you quickly sent a text.

[12:03 PM]

you: I can’t take this anymore.

hannie: what’s wrong, princess?

You groaned, exasperation coating your breath. Was he playing dumb?

you: you know what I mean, han.

hannie: and what about it?

hannie: if I recall correctly, weren’t you the one who practically begged me to cum inside of you? Was just doing what you asked me to, princess :)

Scoffing in disbelief, you ignore his message, tossing the device straight into your bag, now furious at yourself for agreeing to it.

Stupid dick.

You weren’t even that horny this morning.

The cement walkways on campus greet the three of you as you step through the warm breeze. The sun shining through every leaf on the tall oak trees above you signal the firsts of many beautiful days now that summer is just around the corner. The bright weather is a big contrast to your dampening mood as your feet slowly drag along the blocks, leaving a gap between you and your friends while you try to keep up. You weren’t too keen on walking too fast right now. One wrong shift and you could be at risk of having Jeonghan’s gooey, semi-translucent, and not-so-warm release pooling down from underneath your mound. The two paid no attention to you though, they’re happily chatting about lunch options and the next possible location for studying afterwards. Not that you were going to join them anyways, not until you get the mess in between your legs situated.

“How about donkkaseu?” Mingyu turns around to ask, head whipping back mid-sentence to look at you, only to turn around and see that you’re already gone. His head turns left and right, trying to find you in the crowd of students, squinting his eyes for even a glimpse of your backpack but you’re nowhere to be seen.

“Where’d she go?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Minghao gives him a pointed look. “Jeonghan.” He says bluntly.

Jeonghan works downtown, a full hour away from your university. He was a busy man, well-equipped with knowledge and never failed to take pride in his work, no matter what it was. Your boyfriend was a well-wanted individual – not only with people who desperately wanted to be in his inner circle but also in his field of work with the numerous clients fighting for a slot in his schedule. Jeonghan has never-ending project proposals, spending most of his hours reviewing alterations and redevelopments on his building designs – a perfectionist, you often say or an obsession as others might call it. Knowing how serious his job was to him, you made sure not to meddle in with his profession, seeing how much it irritated him whenever he couldn’t concentrate, but this time was different – and you couldn’t hold yourself back from making the journey. You bow as you greet the secretary at the front desk. She takes one look up from her screen and already knows who you’re here for, immediately telling you of your boyfriend’s whereabouts while you nod back in thankfulness.

Pushing the heavy doors to Jeonghan’s office, the first thing you notice were his eyebrows deeply furrowed upon his face, a definite telltale to the attentiveness of the task in front of him. A few coworkers were surrounding him, each hovered over what seemed to be like another one of his drawing plans. At the click of the doorknob, Jeonghan’s head perked up when he saw you enter. A smile threatens to pull at his lips, but he bites them to prevent the joy from appearing. He’s been waiting for you all day. Having expected you to cave in earlier so he could have an excuse to take a long break. The current deal he was working on was getting to his head even though he’s gone over it a couple times already. He just needs a reset, a breather of some sort, … a release. Jeonghan fakes innocence however when he asks why you’re here. Simultaneously, his brain has already got his fingers wrapped around the string – pulling once, twice, three times, officially starting the internal mischievousness in him. A devious idea accelerating right before your very own eyes.

You furiously start making your way towards him, hair flying in all directions, nostrils flared in annoyance, your cheeks flamed red from built-up anger since the early morning you got to school, and the wrinkle between your eyebrows. You were a hot-tempered mess, you knew that but god, all he could think about was how beautiful you look. The way your eyes are rounded with the curvature of your nose bridge, adding on to the natural tint to your soft lips. Your lips that pout ever so slightly whenever you want something, your lips that taste like a mixture of yourself and that artificial strawberry-flavoured chapstick you apply every morning, your lips he so badly wants to feel against his own.

Your voice cuts through, interrupting his trance. “Excuse me, can I speak to you privately for one second?”

“Of course.” Jeonghan grins, dropping the pen as his hands start pushing his body up from the plush chair, quickly dismissing his staff with a wave of the hand. They take a hint as one by one, each of them starts leaving. He stands up, arms already going around your waist to pull you close, “Hi baby, how was your day?” He asks, head tilting as his hands are already reaching up to run his fingers through your hair.

You open your mouth to spew words, anger bubbling in letters as they boil up to the back of your throat but all of which dies down when the fire is turned off. Blocked off after the door is shut behind the last person when his demeanour takes a turn and switches a whole 180 degrees. His plan finally comes into action as his acting skills gear up. Licking his lips, his hands drop as he takes a step closer to you, hovering over your tiny figure. He’s finally got you where he wanted you in the first place. His eyes peer down from the lenses of his wired glasses, “Don’t you know better than not to interrupt me while I’m working?” He pauses. “What do you think my staff will think if you’re here for too long?” The back of his fingers gently trails down your face, almost feather-like as you try to press your face against his palm, leaning more into his touch.

“Guess you couldn’t keep it in, huh? I always knew you were a little slut.” Jeonghan tsked, “Was my cock not enough that you needed a second filling? It’s only been a few hours, darling.”

He starts walking back to his desk, hands going into his pockets as he leans against the edge. It shouldn’t have intimidated you, the way his eyes bore into yours but you gulped anyways, a feeling of excitement stirring in your lower abdomen as you clenched around nothing. You opened your mouth to retaliate, only for it to be shaped like what seems like a silent ‘o’. One of his eyebrows raise, a silent gesture for you to come.

Out of habit, your legs start moving obediently on their own until they reach the fronts of Jeonghan’s dress shoes. Tracing the outline of his long, toned legs hidden underneath the carob brown material of his trousers, you couldn’t help catching onto the small details of the garment. The modern leg-lines seamed in to elongate his legs, waistband wrapped around his torso showcasing his slim but strong build, the button with its holes as imaginary eyes and a crossed thread disguised as lips silently screaming ‘open me, open me!’.

He grabs your jaw, forcing you to tear your eyes away from his lower half to look at him. “I thought you came here to say something, but I can practically see the drool coming out of your pretty little mouth, staring at my cock.”

“I-“, He spins you around, positions changed now that you’re the one leaning against the desk. Jeonghan dives his head to capture your lips with his. You’re taken by surprise as a gasp escapes from your mouth while he takes that as a chance to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past your bottom lip; full of need and desire, desperate to let out his frustrations. All your effort is focused on keeping up, molding your mouths together. Your anger is now replaced with lust. His hands are moving down to grip your ass.

Your breath hitches when his lips start trailing down your jaw, gently nibbling the soft skin on your neck before travelling down the valley of your breasts. He doesn’t bother trying to take off your top, opting to unbutton the first few, just enough to expose your lacy bra. Slipping underneath one cup to carefully knead your honey soft skin before latching his mouth onto your nipple, sucking gently but firmly. You whine as he hoists you up and places you on the surface, his face never detaching from your soft and full chest as he quickly pulls your pants off, leaving you in just your soaked panties.

“Maybe it was a good idea to leave my cum in you,” Jeonghan’s fingers hook onto the waistband. He smirks before pulling them down completely, stopping mid-thigh. “Easier to prepare.”

A trail of your slick follows as his digits spread your pussy, using his middle finger to slowly drag up your wet slit. His other hand is gripping your thigh when he reaches down in between, scooping the leftover cum from the previous session and forcing it back into your pussy. You watch with wide eyes only to have them roll back completely when he finishes by stuffing them all the way into you, resulting in a loud moan.

“P-please”

Jeonghan chuckles, satisfied by your reaction. He had you beckoning at his every move yet you were sure the satisfaction still wasn’t enough for him, not just yet. He pulls his fingers out to strip himself of his own pants, popping his member out. The hand with the fingers that were just inside of you is now rubbing all over his cock, using the little beads of precum along with a bit of your slick to pump himself.

Jeonghan’s cock is pretty, like the boy himself. He’s not too big or too small but he knows his angles and he knows how to use them right. Every time the two of you get intimate, which is quite often, his thrusts are sharp, clean and reach to the most inner parts of you – something that leaves soreness inside of you for days. But that doesn’t seem to matter whenever the two of you are having hot and steamy sex five days out of the seven weekly.

“You better stay fucking quiet.”

One hand is gripping your waist for extra support while the other is slowly guiding his length into you. The growl in his voice sends another wave of arousal between your legs, the wetness starting to spill and gather down your thighs. His eyes diverted down to pay attention to the way his length was disappearing inside of you. Each stroke covering his manhood with even more of your juices.

“F-ffuck, baby.” He curses under his breath. “You’re still so tight.”

His voice was breathy, almost like a whine before he picks up his speed, splitting your folds with a sloppy rhythm, expecting to chase both your highs before his coworkers come barging back in. Although the thought of getting caught in such a compromising position arouses him, Jeonghan couldn’t risk letting anyone seeing you in your most vulnerable state. Not when you have all the right curves, exclusive only for his viewing.

At some point, his hands start pulling you into him to meet his every thrust, your tits bouncing as you start feeling the delicious new angle he’s ruining you from. The tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix with every stretch. The familiar feeling of tension starts to build as your eyes squeeze tighter, your orgasm is approaching faster and faster. You’ve never wanted to scream his name out loud so badly when he slams once, no, twice into you, releasing the coil sending intensifying waves of pleasure throughout your whole body. Your tight heat clenching and unclenching around him causing Jeonghan to groan, “Shit.”

“Cum in me.” You insisted weakly. He gives in as he presses himself balls deep, cock twitching as he unloads inside of you, cum shooting in spurts coating your walls in white. The groan emerging from the back of his throat muffled as he quickly smashes his lips onto yours to conceal it. Your muscles move on your own, hiding your own whimper as your lips move together in unison. His body slumps over yours while he rests his head against your shoulder, pressing a light kiss as a way to say thank you.

In the intimacy of the moment, your arms are thrown around his broad shoulders, subconsciously pulling him closer as the two of you try to catch your breaths. When he lifts his head up, his doll eyes are already staring into your glossy ones. A tender smile spreading across his face, pecking your lips one more time before he slowly pulls out. Straight away, the emptiness is evident as his warmth disappears, your hole gaping while he looks down to appreciate the work done on your ruined pussy.

You feel your panties being pulled back up, now snug on your hips as he lets go of the elastic waistband to hear it snap back on your skin.

“Guess you have two loads to keep in now.” A devilish look covering every inch of his handsome face.

“Jeonghan!” you lunged at him. He cackles maniacally, successfully dodging while you attempt to jump on his back. The blood in your veins starts boiling again, both hands reaching up to cover your face when you realize your mistake for the second time today.

Jeonghan’s dick really did make you dumb.

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angellesword · 4 years

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (02)

➭ You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively;

“A future without you is a world without color.”

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, unrequited love, heavy angst, fluff, lawyer au.

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

SERIES: CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 3

"Please, Joon. I just need to know if he's okay..."

Namjoon scratched the back of his head while looking at Red. The latter was practically begging him to spill things he's been forbidden to utter. He was sure he's just seconds away from telling her what she wanted to know, but then he's abruptly reminded of how heartbroken Jungkook was.

"Don't tell her I'm here," tears painted Jungkook's cheeks. "I don't want to see her. Not now." Or ever...

"He's not here, Red. I'm sorry," Namjoon sighed, trying to close the front door of his small apartment; regrettably, Red stopped him before the door shut in her sad face."I know he doesn't want to see me." She said with a shaky voice—causing Namjoon to purse his lips into a thin line.

"Right." He couldn't help but say. She deserved the snarky remark for hurting Jungkook beyond repair.

"But I'm worried about him. H-He was...so mad when he left."

'Who wouldn't?' Namjoon wanted to say, yet he kept his lips glued together. He needed to remind himself that although she hurt Jungkook, Red was still his friend.

"I'm sure he'll be fine wherever he is." Namjoon's caught Red's eyes. "Jungkook is strong, you know."

"I know." She looked at her feet; this caused the man inside the house to also look down. Namjoon was so busy shooing Red away that he didn't notice a big box on the ground. Judging by the looks of it, he deduced that this box belonged to Jungkook. The tower of sketchpads and other art materials was already a giveaway.

"Can you give this to him, though? I'm not sure when I'll get to see him again, and I know he can't live without this stuff, so..." Red picked up the box. "Please, Joonie..." She added when the older boy didn't say anything.

"Fine."

In the end, Namjoon gave in. He didn't have a choice. This was the only way to make her leave; however, he instantly regretted his decision when he spotted Jungkook sitting on the couch."What did she say?" Jungkook inquired eagerly; his eyes flew on the box that's juggling in Namjoon's arms. Jungkook saw his friend trip over a non-existent stone.

Namjoon was really clumsy.

"She wants me to give this to you." The older boy handed the box to Jungkook in exchange for his precious daughter.

"Ji-eun..." Namjoon cooed, bopping the nose of his three-year-old child. Ji-eun chuckled; her little finger was poking her father's deep dimple.

"Appa!" Ji-eun's eyes twinkled. She missed being in her father's embrace even though it hadn't been long since Namjoon left her with Jungkook.

Ji-eun couldn't help it. Jungkook used to be the fun uncle, but all he did now was cry and snort. Admittedly, she's getting tired of wiping his tears every second.

She wondered who made uncle Jungkook cry.

"Huh." Jungkook huffed as he examined what was inside the box. Namjoon was right. It's full of the younger boy's stuff.

"Is she really so eager to kick me out of the house that she personally brought my things here!?"Jungkook was seeing red. Profanities left his lips as acid dripped down his stomach. He's so mad at his ex.

"Language, Jeon," Namjoon warned, turning away from Jungkook. He couldn't let Ji-eun listen to the younger boy's dirty mouth. "Besides, you're the one who left."

Jungkook didn't know how to respond to that, mainly because Namjoon was correct. He was the one who left in the middle of the fight. In his defense, he was hurt. What Red was saying was too much for him—it was painful, the kind of pain he knew would forever haunt him.

"I love him, Kook."

Red's confession echoed in Jungkook's mind again. Red told him she loved her soulmate. Jungkook didn't want to believe her because how? How could she fall in love with another man just by looking at him in the eyes?

"We've been seeing each other for months now."

His question had been answered. Red was a cheater, and it's the last straw for Jungkook. He couldn't take it anymore, so he stood up.

"I hate you, bitch!"

The pain that crossed Red's face indicated that Jungkook had gone too far. He didn't mean it, but he's hurt, and this was the only way he could hurt her back.

Before Red could say anything, Jungkook was already out of the door.

It's two am in the morning. Jungkook was certain that the only awake person that he could bother right now was none other than Namjoon, his brother-in-law.

Thankfully, Namjoon's apartment was just a few blocks away from Red's home.

"Kook?" Namjoon squinted his eyes after opening the door. He's been awake for straight twenty-seven hours to the point that he couldn't tell if Jungkook was really in front of him or if he's just hallucinating.

"Hyung..." Jungkook broke into tears upon seeing his only family.

Namjoon let the crying boy inside his house.

"I ran out of tea..." This was Namjoon's excuse when he handed Jungkook Ji-eun's milk. Namjoon didn't even have time to buy his groceries since his daughter occupied most of his time.

Fortunately, it looked like Jungkook didn't give two fucks as he was already halfway finished drinking the warm milk.

It's been exactly fifteen minutes since the younger boy came knocking on Namjoon's humble abode. Jungkook had stopped crying, though he still looked a little shaken.

"Red found her soulmate..." Jungkook spoke right before Namjoon could ask what happened. Suddenly, the older boy found himself biting his bottom lip. He didn't want to pry about Jungkook's life, but then he's reminded of the wish of Hye-Jin, his late wife.

"Take care of my brother, Joon..."

"D-Do you wanna talk about it?" Namjoon asked before he changed his mind. This was the only thing he could do for Hye-Jin.

"What's there to talk about?" Jungkook hissed even though he's the one who started telling Namjoon things. The latter kept his head low. In times like this, he wasn't sure what to say.

It's not like he's better than Red. Namjoon also broke up with the woman he was dating right after meeting Hye-Jin. The only difference was that Namjoon's ex perfectly understood the situation. She knew that they weren't destined to be together.

"She cheated on me. She said she's in love with her soulmate." The bitter taste in Jungkook's mouth was still there. It only strengthened as soon as the word 'soulmate' left his lips. Jungkook continued pouring his heart out to Namjoon despite saying he didn't want to talk about it.

"She's going to regret leaving me. No one can love her the way I do!" Jungkook swore, but Namjoon's almost 100% sure he's wrong.

Seeing colors were different. It felt like everything was perfect. Namjoon couldn't deny that one of the many reasons he fell in love with Hye-Jin was because she helped him see the wonderful hues.

It's like the more he fell in love with her, the brighter the colors became. Even now that she's dead, Namjoon could still see colors. Granted that it kind of faded, it's still the best thing Namjoon was proud to experience.

The rule of the world was simple. As long as your soulmate was in love with you, the colors would always be visible in your very eyes. It would only become less bright if your soulmate died. However, the case of a one-sided love was different. People wouldn't be able to see colors if their soulmates didn't give them their hearts.

Some said that there were cases wherein people went blind when their soulmates started to hate them. Namjoon and Jungkook didn't know if it was true or just a myth. After all, they hadn't encountered people who apparently 'went' blind because of the mentioned reason."I'm telling you, hyung. She'll come to see me soon."

Jungkook was right. Two weeks after their fight, Red showed up. Unfortunately, it's not to beg her ex to come back. She only returned a box full of his stuff, a clear sign that she's officially kicking him out of their shared apartment.

"How can she do this to me? It's my house too!" Said Jungkook nine days after Red's appearance in front of Namjoon's apartment, it finally dawned to him that his ex was no longer a part of his life.

It's really over.

Jungkook realized this while staring dumbly at his ruined sketchpads. Ji-eun accidentally spilled a glass of water on her uncle's drawing.

The mixture of pain, anger, and frustration caused Jungkook to scream. He couldn't possibly be mad at a three-year-old kid; that's why he just directed his negative emotions to the fact that Red practically kicked him out of their home—his home.

He was aware that Red's name was written in the lease contract, but Jungkook paid this year's rental fee. He's broke at the moment. This being the case, Jungkook swallowed his pride to come to live with his brother-in-law. The thing was, it's getting hard for him to stay there. Namjoon had only one room, so Jungkook slept on the couch—wait, this wasn't about right. Jungkook didn't even get to sleep. Ji-eun's cries wouldn't allow him to do so. Aside from this, the little kid had also ruined her uncle's drawings countless times now.

"Seriously, Kook. You need to move out of your brother-in-law's house." Taehyung pouted his lips.

Jungkook couldn't decide if he could take his friend's advice seriously, at least not when Taehyung's tongue was basically down Jimin's throat.

"I can't afford to lease a new place." Jungkook scrunched his nose, eyes still focused on the disgusting public display of affection in front of him. "I only have forty dollars in my bank account."

"Oh, you poor thing." Jimin slightly pushed his boyfriend's chest to dodge his kisses and to be able to look at Jungkook.

Jungkook snorted. He didn't want to be babied, especially not by Park Jimin, who he met just a few months back.

Park Jimin was Taehyung's real soulmate. It was still weird seeing them together. All his life, Jungkook believed that Taehyung, his childhood best friend, was a straight man. Taehyung dated a lot of women before; he also seemed to enjoy being with them.

This was one of the reasons why Jungkook hated the idea of a soulmate. It was a complete bull. It was unfair to let fate decide who you'll end up with. Jungkook witnessed Taehyung's struggle after meeting Jimin. He was happy that he could finally see colors and that it didn't take him long to like Jimin, but Taehyung was so confused.

Like Jungkook, Taehyung also thought he was straight, but then his world suddenly turned upside down. Before he knew it, Taehyung was crying. He was too overwhelmed with what was happening, and Jungkook hated it. The latter didn't care about genders; he supported those who didn't identify themselves as heterosexual. Jungkook hated that people had to limit what they thought their gender was just because of the concept of soulmate. Again, it was not fair.

"But I can help you..." Jimin added as he took a bite of his frozen yogurt. They were currently inside of an ice cream shop. Jungkook had to get out of Namjoon's home since it was getting hard to look at his ruined works. He called his best friend to help him destress. Jungkook just had to let his frustrations out. Luckily, Taehyung and Jimin were more than happy to treat their younger friend some frozen yogurts. Jungkook ordered three of the said dessert.

"No, Jimin." Taehyung said as if he'd read his boyfriend's mind. "Jungkookie isn't going to suck your dick for money."

"Aw." Jimin's lips protruded into a sulky pout, making Jungkook roll his eyes. Sometimes he couldn't believe the couple's relationship. Jungkook knew that Jimin was only joking, but Jungkook thought he couldn't let the love of his life think about someone else's body. He was pretty possessive.

"We can call Yoongi-hyung, though. I think he's in the mood for some dicks—"

"Guys!" Jungkook groaned, cutting them off. His eyes were widening too. "Can we stop talking about dicks for five seconds? I have a serious problem here."

"Oh, right!" Jimin's eyes lit up. He also cleared his throat—an action that made Jungkook sigh in relief; at least he's getting serious now. "You need to find a roommate, Kook. Lucky for you, I have a friend who's looking for a housemate. I think she could cut you off some slack."

The younger boy's scoff was almost instant. "Cut me off some slack?" He narrowed his eyes at Jimin. "I don't want to owe anything to anyone. You know that."

Jimin shrugged his shoulders, taking another bite of his frozen yogurt. "It's not like that. You'll actually be the one doing her a favor. She's in dire need of a roommate, Kook. She wouldn't mind if you couldn't pay rent right now, as long as you're willing to keep the house clean and look after her cat. You can do that, right?"

Of course, Jungkook could. He was an artist; he spent most of his time inside his home, silently drawing whatever came into his mind.

"Huh." Jungkook was still skeptical. "Can't she just hire a maid?"

"Wish it was that easy. She's a mess. Not even her maids can tolerate her shit. Besides, her cat is a total bitch. She scratches anyone that's not her owner."

"I'm not sure..." Jungkook scowled. He wasn't sure if he could live with a stranger. Jungkook was a shy boy; it actually took him a long time to even say 'hello' to Jimin.

"Just think about it, Jungkook..." Jimin smiled warmly at the younger boy. "I swear she's a decent person. Yes, she's messy, but aside from that, she's fine. She doesn't pry on anyone's life; she's quiet, just like you, and oh! She likes banana milk too! I swear, Kook. You'll like her!"

For some reason, Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. He knew Jimin was kind, he's the type of person who always talked about the good qualities of a certain someone, but this was the first time he spoke about someone with such passion.

Jimin continued to talk about you, his lovely best friend. If you could hear him right now, you were sure you'd end up crying. Jimin was indeed the best friend you could ask. He's fiercely loyal.

"It's true, Kook. You'll love her." Taehyung talked about you with the same intensity. He had met you, and he instantly fell in love with you. You were smart and witty.

The couple continued sharing things they loved about you. Jungkook swore he's not easy to convince. The only acceptable reason why he's standing in front of your apartment was that Taehyung and his boyfriend knew the magic of words. They had done an excellent job convincing him.

Jungkook let out an exasperated breath when you still didn't answer the door after his ninth attempt to knock. Truthfully, he was getting pissed off.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.

Just as when he was about to leave, the door suddenly opened with so much force. Jungkook was startled.

"I'm sorry, I was in the shower. I swear I heard you the first time you knocked, but I was panicking, so I slipped down the floor, and I..." You ran your hand through your wet hair, eyes widening when you saw your fingers covered in soap suds.

"Oh, my God!" You were panicking again. This time, you finally looked at Jungkook to see his reaction.

You were rambling about how this whole situation was so embarrassing, but Jungkook wasn't listening anymore. How could he focus on anything when his heart was beating this fast? Jungkook was pissed before he met your eyes, right now; the irritation he felt was rapidly boiling down to panic when he realized what was happening.

Colors.

Jungkook was used to seeing black and white, so imagine his confusion when the colors suddenly became visible in his eyes.

Nothing made sense to him, but one thing's for sure.

Jungkook had found his soulmate.

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rattyoakenbitch · 3 years

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❝𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞❞ ─ 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨

hey, it's not like you ever tried to stay . .

❥ content ; gn reader, angst, dark themes, yandere themes, toxic relationship

❥ warnings ; sxlf hxrm & mxtilation, swearing, verbal abuse, manipulation, slight nxdity lol

❥ synopsis ; all you wanted was his attention. and by the gods, you were going to get his attention by any means.

❥ a/n ; first mello fic (: i've been wanting to write something dark for a while and ig i finally got the opportunity lol. i thought i got out of my death note stage but i'm back, so please don't be afraid to send requests or ask to be added to my nonexistent taglist! alsoo while this oneshot does include s/h, i am in no way glorifying or romanticizing it!!! but i do tend to write angsty and dark fics. again, this is a work of fiction and i don't intend for anyone to take this too seriously and let this influence them.

The loud crash of a glass echoed throughout the room as a vase went flying through the air and collided with the wall, just a few feet from where you were standing.

You didn't flinch. Didn't scream. Didn't cry. Didn't react. You were used to Mello's fits of rage by now, months into your relationship. If you could even call it that, at this point.

You knew Mello wouldn't dare lay a finger on you; if he did, he'd cut off his own hands and have live with the guilt forever, knowing he brought you harm. Which is why you didn't react.

However, he didn't seem to have a problem when it was only verbal.

"I don't fucking get you!" Mello spat harshly and continued to rant, "Why did you think that was okay?! Did you once consider how I felt?! I was worried sick that some asshole hurt you but you come back a day later and tell me you were at some boy's house!"

You only scoff, leaning against the wall in a relaxed manner, eyeing the remaining shards of the vase carefully. Just like Mello, you were incredibly stubborn.

"Answer me, Y/N!"

"Okay, Mihael," you state cooly, using Mello's legal name and causing him to listen more intently. "First of all, I don't know what you expected me to do when you invited your weird mafia 'friends' over while I was trying to sleep. Second, he's not 'some boy', his name is Y/F/N and he's one of a few people I can trust. I don't know what you think of me."

"You could've gotten a hotel room, that's what!"

"With what money, Mihael?! What fucking money? You forced me to quit my job and then practically lock me up in this hell hole that I can't even call 'home' anymore!"

Mello huffed. "Pfft, you should be grateful. I've kept you safe all this time, away from the dangers of the world. You're alive because of me. Me. You're mine."

"Yeah, some fucking life, right?"

"I provide for you, I protect you from the monsters out in the world, but you still decide to go and whore yourself out to your little 'friend'," Mello sneered, his sharp voice dripping with venom.

You stared at your boyfriend in disbelief. All words, all arguments and nasty retorts expiring on your lips.

"I.." You start, but laugh pitifully. "I don't even know what you're saying. I don't know if you even know what you're saying. Honestly, Mello, just when I thought you couldn't surprise me anymore, you start spewing complete and utter bullshit out of your mouth." Mello's silence only egged you on. "It's no wonder Near always came in first place." Aaand there it was. You snapped.

If looks could kill, you'd be dead. Mello's eyes widened in anger at the mention of Near, reminding him of his inferiority.

In a completely different situation where he wasn't on the receiving end, Mello would be smiling proudly, listening to your clever retorts and comebacks. You've always been as stubborn and hot headed as him, and he really liked that about you, fuck that "opposites attract" bullshit. (I ACC LOVE THAT TROPE LOL IM SORRY) However, considering you were both extremely toxic people, it was far from entertaining when it was you who got in a fight with the other.

You didn't stop, though. If he was gonna play that who-could-be-more-toxic game, you weren't gonna back down.

"I don't know if it was the explosion or you've really always been that stupid, but you need to get the fuck over yourself and stop throwing tantrums when you find out that I have a life, too, and I have friends. Friends who actually give a damn."

You stare down each other in silence, a heavy tension hanging in the air. Still, after a few moments, Mello didn't make any effort to speak or react, other than walking out of the room.

Days, weeks went by. Mello hasn't spoken a word to you. Hasn't even looked in your direction when you passed each other or walked into the same room. You didn't exist anymore, and it worried you.

Mello was never like this. Within a few days or even hours after an argument, you would easily kiss and make up. Had you gone too far this time?

Besides the fact that Mello was intentionally giving you the cold shoulder, he was also busy with work, and was out of the house from midnight to early afternoon. During that time, you would stay at home and carry out your every day mundane tasks and chores.

Even now, you didn't seek comfort in your family or friends. You were either busy keeping the house clean, sleeping, or entertaining yourself on social media. But it was all a sad attempt to keep your mind occupied on anything else other than Mello.

And one day like any other where Mello was out doing whatever the hell mafia dudes do, you snapped. You decided you were sick of the silent treatment.

If Mello was gonna play dirty and ignore you, you were gonna give him something to react to.

Mello came home some time after sunset. Kicking off his boots as he walked in the front door, he immediately knew something was off. It was quiet - too quiet. Despite the fact that you were practically taking some sort of forced break after the argument, you acted the same. You went about your day and didn't bother acting shy or timid around Mello. You still hummed earworm pop songs to yourself or put on a podcast to fill the tense air. But now there was nothing. Just Mello, the walls, and the silence.

Mello cautiously walked around the house and searched for any signs of you, fearing the worst.

As he frantically looked around, he stopped abruptly at the sight of blood smeared onto the hallway wall.

Blood.

His heartbeat began to thump loudly in his ears.

Then he noticed more blood. And more, smeared up on the wall, and eventually a trail picked up. He followed the bloody trail as it lead him through the hallway and stopped outside of your shared bedroom that he hasn't been inside for weeks.

Mello shakily inhaled and braced himself for whatever gruesome scene he would walk into.

He reached for the doorknob, twisting it and letting himself in.

Soon as he did, he ceased all motions, his breath caught in his throat as he tried to process what his eyes were showing him.

There, you sat on the bed, nothing on but your underwear and one of Mello's shirts. On one hand, you loosely held a pocket knife. On the other, you had your sleeve rolled up, your inner arm facing Mello's direction.

Your doe eyes looked up from the floor and met Mello's panicked ones. He was finally looking at you again. Despite the gorey setting and the stinging in your arm, you smiled. You were real to him again.

Multiple cuts oozed blood and trickled down your arm, onto your now dirtied clothes and the once satin white sheets below you.

As Mello got closer, silently freaking out, he could now see that these weren't just cuts - you carved out words. Sentences, onto your arm.

Among the many bloody 'I love you's' and pleads, one word stuck out to him.

It was his name.

He felt sick. Distraught. Guilty. Afraid.

"Y/N," he choked out shakily.

His gaze trailed up your arm, your body, and fixated onto your seemingly innocent face. Your face was rested and gentle, your eyes still staring up at him with adoration and desperation. If it weren't for the blood that painted your whole body and surroundings red, he would have found comfort in your presence.

"I did this.." You ran your fingers along your fresh wounds, not once wincing or drawing back in discomfort. "For you."

You continued, a sick sweetness in your voice. "Jus' wanted to show you how much I love you.. You've been leaving me so lonely, Mello." You frowned. "It was only a matter of time before I had to do something. And now you're finally here.. And you won't leave me again."

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devildom-tyrant · 4 years

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Hi, sorry to bother you if you've done this already, but I've read your drabble where MC is comforted after a nightmare by the brothers (Mammon, Beel, and Satan) and it just makes me so soft I love it so much I keep rereading it. So I was wondering if you could do another with Asmo and Levi (and possibly Lucifer)? Obviously no pressure or anything, I'm a writer myself and understand that inspiration can be fleeting at times. Anyways, thank you, have a nice day/night!! 💖

You wake up yet again, jolting from your rest with your heart pounding in your throat. It takes you several panicked breaths to realize that you’re in your room, safe in your bed, and it was just another nightmare that jarred you from your slumber.

The details are foggy, but you can still remember the laughter, and the feeling of someone hating you with every fiber of their being to the point that they wanted you dead, that they were thrilled that you were dying.

Your bed sheets are a tangled mess around your legs, and you hastily kick them off, sitting upright and rubbing the sleep from your eyes with one hand, while you blindly reach for your D.D.D. with the other. The screen lights up, showing that it’s past 3AM, and you fight back a groan. You’re exhausted, but you know you won’t be able to go back to sleep like this. And if you show up to class half-asleep again, everyone’s just going to worry about you.

You switch on your bedside lamp and weigh your options, your gaze riveted to your D.D.D.

Lucifer

Automatically, you scroll to Lucifer’s name. At this hour, he’s likely to be asleep, though you know that his work usually keeps him up rather late. If you texted him, he would likely be worried... After all, you rarely reach out to him for help, not wanting to burden him when he has enough on his plate with Diavolo.

Several minutes pass with your screen pulled up to your text messages with Lucifer, before you finally suck in a deep breath and hastily type out: “Are you awake?” Before your mind talks you out of it, you hit Send and then immediately panic. You really don’t want to tell Lucifer about the nature of the nightmares, nor do you want to admit to them in the first place and skew his view of you.

An R for Read pops up next to the text, followed by three dots to indicate his typing, and you mentally flip your shit.

“I am now. Why are you awake?”

Shit, did you wake him up? You chew on your bottom lip, and carefully type out your response.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I was just having trouble sleeping and wondered if you might be up, that’s all.”

You follow that text with a sticker that’s sweat-dropping and smiling apologetically to keep it light-hearted. Lucifer texts back immediately:

“Oh?”

“Come to my room then.”

You hesitate at that, your heart pounding in your chest. Did he just--? Is he asking you to--?

“We can talk or listen to one of my records if that might help you. Or I may have some tea that could help.”

Oh. Your panic eases a bit, and you acquiescence, typing out an All right before rising to your feet and making your way to his bedroom. You feel as if you’re sneaking through the house, and it almost makes you feel guilty; it’s too quiet when everyone’s asleep. However, you make it to Lucifer’s room without incident, and he opens the door before you even knock. His expression is neutral, until he catches a glimpse of your tired, haggard appearance, which brings a light frown to his features.

“You look like hell,” he bluntly states, moving aside to let you in.

“I’m in hell,” you shoot back, to which he chuckles.

“Essentially. But that’s never stopped you from sleeping before.”

His tone is pointed, and you feel as if he knows exactly why you can’t sleep. He’s always been sharp, usually one step ahead -- or so it seemed until recently. Now, you know he’s not infallible, and he doesn’t know your every move. He’s fishing, hoping you’ll take the bait and talk to him about it. But as much as you’d like to, you’re also stubborn -- and so very tired. It’s a talk for another time.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up. I thought you might be working late or something,” you admit, skirting the issue and taking a seat on the edge of his bed. He quirks an eyebrow, but moves to sit at his desk.

“Not this late on a school night.”

You can’t help but laugh, your thoughts a little more uncensored thanks to your lack of sleep. “Sorry. That sounded weird coming from you.”

“What? It’s the truth. Our little sleep study proved the importance of rest before classes, didn’t it?” A smile plays at his lips at the thought of that, and the memory makes your cheeks heat up. Suddenly, his bed feels huge, yet this room feels so small, drawing the two of you together. You shouldn’t have come up here this late.

“I--” Part of you knows you should say that you can sleep now, that you’re fine, but you’re not. “I wish I could sleep, but I’ve been... having nightmares, and they’re stupid, but I just...”

Your voice trails, and Lucifer moves from the chair to the bed in an instant, all traces of his teasing smile gone as he pulls you against his chest. He doesn’t have to ask what they’re about; he knows.

He holds you in silence for a moment, while your heart hammers so hard, you know he can feels it. Finally, his deep baritone murmurs, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Your name comes out on his lips, and you feel your eyes watering, but you blink it away and shake your head. “I’m okay. I’m okay now. Can we... lie down for a bit?”

The request comes out small, fearful of rejection, yet afraid of the acceptance as well. Wordlessly, Lucifer lies back on the bed with you, his arms wound around you tight, one hand lightly trailing along your back. You curl into him, burying your face in his chest (his heart’s beating quickly, too, some part of you registers), and slowly begin to drift asleep.

In your semi-consciousness, you realize Lucifer’s humming a melody you’ve never heard before, yet it makes you feel so safe.

Asmo

You know Asmo isn’t awake at this hour; he’s always told you that he needs plenty of beauty rest for his skin. Still, you can’t help but click on his name, wishing that he was up so he could comfort you. He’s so light-hearted, smiling and looping his arm through yours, and that casual intimacy has always put you at ease when you’re around him. It makes it feel like you’ve known him forever.

It’s that feeling that makes you type candidly, your thumb flying across the buttons.

“I can’t sleep.”

If he doesn’t respond, then that’s fine; he’ll likely ask you about it tomorrow or give your tips to combat the bags that will surely be beneath your eyes. To your surprise, however, an R pops up next to the message, followed closely by Asmo typing.

“Then sleep with me, darling.”

That’s a dangerous double-meaning coming from the Avatar of Lust, but with your anxiety ramped up to an 11, you’re definitely not in the mood for that kind of distraction. As you make your way out into the corridor and toward his room, you type out a clarification.

“Just sleep, okay? I had a nightmare.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take your mind off it.”

When Asmo opens his door, you give him a lop-sided grin. “You perv.”

“On the contrary, darling, what I said was completely innocent. Check the chat log. If you took it wrong, well... then, I must be rubbing off on you.” Asmo smirks, automatically looping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. To his credit, he’s never groped you (without implicit permission), so you’ve always felt at complete ease with his physical affection.

“You’ve definitely been a bad influence,” you joke, not that your mind wasn’t dirty before you came to the Devildom. “But I’m really tired. I wanna be able to sleep.”

“Of course. But you’re so tense! Here, lie down on the bed and let me loosen you up.” There’s a dirty joke on both of your tongues, but you’re too drained to make it, and he’s trying to be on his best behavior. You comply, however, plopping down face-first onto his luxurious bed, while he sits beside you and begins rubbing the tension from your shoulders. Asmo knows what he’s doing when it comes to massages, and his bed has a heavy floral scent, likely from the lotions and perfumes he uses often. It’s so relaxing.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks, surprisingly energized for this time of night. It’s obvious that you woke him up, but strangely enough, he isn’t complaining about the interruption to his beauty sleep.

“Not really.” You’re starting to feel guilty about keeping him up. “Hey, I think I’m good on the massage. Do you mind... cuddling?”

His hands still on your shoulder blades. “You don’t have to ask me twice. I always want to cuddle with you!” Grinning excitedly, he climbs beneath the covers beside you, and wraps you up in his arms. He’s so warm, and you feel so at ease, surrounded by his soothing scent. You wind your arms around his slender frame, and he grins, pulling you in tighter, facing one another.

“You’re such a cute human. You sounded embarrassed to ask just then.”

Your face flushes. “Shuddup. I just want you to get your beauty sleep,” you mutter, which only causes him to hug you tighter.

“Aww, you were worried about me? You’re so sweet! I’m supposed to be the one comforting you, silly.” His hand trails along your back, just barely beneath your shirt so you can feel his skin on yours. He tucks your head beneath his chin, but you can tell from his voice that he’s still grinning broadly. “Just relax and fall asleep with me. You won’t have a nightmare as long as I’m holding you.”

Asmo rocks you gently, until your abashment fades and you feel yourself succumbing to sleep at last.

He’s right.

You don’t have another nightmare that night.

Levi

If there’s someone you know is going to be awake and gaming at 3AM, it’s definitely Levi. You click on his name, and type out a quick text: “I can’t sleep. Do you wanna come to my room and binge something?”

He reads the text within seconds and starts typing, just as you anticipated.

“Raiding. Come to my room instead?”

Even if you can’t sleep, you want to. You want the company, a distraction, some comfort. You would go to his room -- you’ve pulled plenty of all-nighters there, but... that’s what they were. All-nighters. His bed is literally a bathtub, and the one time you decided to take a nap in it, your neck had a wicked cramp in it for days.

“I’m tired, though. I was hoping we could watch it in bed and maybe fall asleep halfway through?”

This time, he reads it and doesn’t reply right away. You see the three dots start and stop, and you’re not sure if he’s at a pivotal point in the raid, or if he’s too flustered by your invitation to properly respond. Levi’s stayed in your room plenty of times, but he’s usually camped out with pillows in the floor, and if you happen to drift off, he keeps telling you random trivia about the show and shaking your leg until you make a noise that you heard him. You’ve never fallen asleep with him.

Your D.D.D. finally chimes with a notification.

“Did you send this to the right person??”

“Yes, Levi.”

“Oh. Then you meant you want me to stay until you fall asleep. For a second, I thought you meant sleep with you in your bed lolol.

Okay, after the raid.”

You know it’s just Levi being Levi and assuming you don’t feel that way about him, but with all the nervous energy you still have over the nightmare, you can’t help but feel your eyes water. As childish as it sounds, you just want him to hold you so you can feel like everything’s okay. You know you need to spell it out, but you leave his message on Read and pull the covers up to your chin, closing your eyes.

... It’s too restrictive. You kick at the covers and pick up your phone again, but... you can’t bring yourself to send another text, begging him to hurry. You can always go to his room; the invitation stands. Instead, you waste your time weighing your options, becoming more anxious, and ultimately, getting up to pace around your room.

About fifteen minutes pass before you hear a knock at your door, but it feels as if it’s been an eternity. “It’s open,” you say, loud enough for him to hear, and Levi steps inside with a box set tucked beneath his arm.

“Okay, I brought I Accidentally Became a Magical Girl, but the Transformation Sequence Takes So Long that the Villains Keep Attacking Me Halfway Through, and I Keep Losing but at Least I Get a Rose for Trying. It got really good reviews, and I know you said you wanted to see more comedy anime.” He smiles with such sincerity that you can’t help but feel guilty over tearing up a little earlier. Just being around him makes you feel more at ease.

“Thanks Levi, that sounds great. Pop it in, and let’s give it a go.” You smile doesn’t quite meet your gaze, and even though he’s a shut-in, it doesn’t go unnoticed that you’re acting different. He pauses, but then shakes it off and starts setting it up, while you sit down on your bed. As the first episode starts, he sits down beside you on the edge of the bed, while you’re sitting with your back against your pillows. He starts telling you trivia about the animation studio and apparently, how the manga is actually more ecchi than the anime. “OHHH, but I didn’t mean that I brought an ecchi anime for us to watch! I mean, it’s sure to have some fanservice, but... but that’s just to be expected, right? I wasn’t trying to be -- to be an Asmo or anything, I just thought you’d like it because it’s, uh, it’s supposed to be funny, and I--”

You lean forward and rest your forehead against his shoulder, cutting off his flustered explanation. “You know I don’t mind that, Levi,” you assure him, before reaching out and grasping his sleeve. He’s tense; even though you can’t see his face, you know it’s bright red, and you can feel the weight of his stare. “I’d love to watch it with you. I just... Will you lie down with me while we watch it?”

“L-l-lie down with you?! Just-- just like that?! Is this a joke? Is this some kind of weird normie--?”

He breaks off as you finally raise your head to meet his gaze. Levi can tell something’s amiss; he isn’t oblivious, he just lacks self-confidence. He softly says your name. “Why can’t you sleep?”

“I had a nightmare. About, well... what happened back then. In the foyer. When... Belphie, uh...”

“Oh.” He slides an arm around you, pulling you closer against his shoulder. You feel so weak admitting that, but Levi isn’t judgmental; he just offers you the comfort you so desperately wanted from him. “I didn’t know. I thought you were just awake because you drank too much coffee or were bored or something. If... If it’ll make you feel better, ye-yeah, I... I’ll lie down with you. If you really want me to!”

He’s still flustered, but he doesn’t think you’re joking anymore, so you smile and nod against his shoulder. “I’d really like that, Levi. Thank you.”

His face turns even brighter. “Y-yeah, no problem!”

Levi slides under the covers after you straighten them out, and you settle in beside him. His back’s up against the pillows now, so you snuggle into his side until he lifts his arm and gingerly puts it around you. Your cheek settles on his chest, and he audibly gulps, but doesn’t move.

Halfway into the episode, he starts pointing out the manga differences again, and you both laugh along with the gags and tropes throughout the show. Levi becomes more comfortable and trails his fingers along your back, and you throw one of your legs over his, cuddling closer. He keeps talking, this eccentric, passionate part of his personality being something you absolutely love about him, and the low murmur of his voice lulls you into a peaceful sleep.

#obey me imagine #obey me drabble #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me shall we date #omspoilers #kinda #nightmare #turns out that i had this half-finished in my drafts for months #Queued post

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ikassienatics · 4 years

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𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐞 ↬ 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐡.

sypnosis: you were hired as paddy's tutor in golf by the royal family and you're confident that nothing could go wrong. except for the fact that the oldest prince of the hollands, prince tom took a liking on you.

the bed squeaks whenever he will thrust himself inside of her, the headboard slapping the wall and the sound of pleasure is evaporating inside the oldest prince’s chambers. maria, magdalena, or madelyn. whatever her name was is lying on her stomach as her body is getting ravished by the handsome prince, eyes rolling on the back of her head, back arching and an almost pornographic moan coming out of her mouth, she fisted the covers of the mattress, nails digging on the soft fabric while prince tom continued on using her body for pleasure, fucking her at a rapid pace from behind.

"fuck, cum for me darling." he whispered breathlessly, pleasured erupted in her stomach, the pace is too fast for her to even let out a word, the feeling is too strong to the point that she could see the galaxy with her eyes closed

a loud knock from his chamber didn't stop the prince from pounding into her heat, heavy and hot breathing, the sound of skin slapping gets louder and louder whenever his balls will hit her flesh

"tom!" harry called out from the other side of the door, the scene inside the room is oblivious since the sound of pleasure can be heard from the hallway, the younger twin only rolled his eyes as he tried to remove the picture of his brother fucking a girl inside his head. he expected a response but didn't get any, letting out a loud groan, he knocked for the second time so his presence can be known

his voice is deeper and louder this time "thomas!" clearly, tom heard his brother but he's too busy running after his climax to even bother answering, he reached out for the woman's hair before pulling it making her muffled noises be heard inside the quarter, letting his hand drop on her neck as he slowly choked her and at the same time, pulled her closer to his body. her back facing his front "you're so fucking tight, bet no one in your life fucked you this good." he dirty talked the poor girl

"tom open the fuck up!" harry called out for the third time "shut the fuck up harry, i don't want to picture your face as i come." slowly feeling pissed off at his brother's unhealthy behavior, he barged in just in time when his juices exploded inside the condom he's wearing. with a loud groan, he slowly pulled away from her, taking off the condom before shoving it on the nearest trashcan. the girl layed flatly on his bed trying to calm herself after experiencing the best climax she ever had.

"mother and father has been requesting your presence in the dining room." harry said while trying to keep his eyes on tom's face. even though they're brothers and they have seen each other naked a couple of times, harry didn't find it reasonable for him to stare down at his rooster after witnessing him having sex

standing up from the bed, the oldest son of king dominic grabbed a glass of water from his bed side "what for?" he asked, clearly unaware of the event.

"we'll be meeting paddy's tutor today, did you forgot? mother has been blabbering about it since last week." from tom, harry let his eyes move down to the female body laying on the mattress, almost looking like her body just survived a storm. he figured that she must be one of the servants or gardener, since tom never really fucked a woman from outside of the castle’s tall gates, as for the people responsible for cooking, harry is sure that she can’t be a cook since most of them are males. the hickeys and marks are very visible on her body. he can't help but pity her, not just her but every women who entered his brother's chambers only to be fucked senseless and to be left just like that. like they're some sort of toys and an object you can use for a quick fuck.

drinking from the glass, he nodded his head "didn't know it was today." he muttered, placing the water back on the table before letting his hand wonder in his hair, pulling it back then eyeing the person laying on his bed.

the curly haired boy take a step back before calling out a name "milagros!" and within a seconds, a middle aged woman came running inside the room holding a bath robe. clearly she already know the reason why one of the prince called upon her, she's been doing this for almost a few years for tom, helping the ladies that tom slept with and guiding them outside of the palace, telling them to never come back just like what she was ordered to do.

"please take her out, thank you." harry ordered softly

milagros, the name of the helper did what she was asked to do, helping the female stand up on her feet and covering her naked glory with a bathrobe while leading her out of the room, the twin took a step aside to give them the space they needed. "and you! hurry up and get your ass in the dining room."

he was about to leave but remembered to warn his older brother "and do us a favour please? don't try to get under her pants." he playfully stated but you can hear the seriousness in his tone. thomas is known in the whole nation as the prince who slept around, he fucked women who wanted to be fucked, flirt with ladies he wanted to bed. it doesn't matter where you came from or if you came from a low life family, as long as you're a walking individual with a huge tits, nice ass and a pretty face. and let's just say that his mindset and the way he wanted things to be done causes the heartaches of many women, not to mention, aside from causing heartache he also causes headache in the family because of his lifestyle.

tom chuckled before shaking his head, walking towards his closet as he find a formal attire to wear "is she cute?" she asked

harry shook his head "she's hot so back off for the sake of paddy." and with that, harry closed the door leaving the oldest prince to wander what the mysterious golf tutor of paddy would look like, and maybe. just maybe he can keep his hand inside his pants.

ミ★

"so lady y/n, what does your parents do?" king dominic asked from his chair. prince sam, who's sitting not far from you gave his father a warned his father "dad." to not make the lunch awkward for all of you

"what? i'm just trying to make a conversation." the king defended himself. you seriously didn't know why you're nervous about this awhile ago. everything seemed to be going alright, paddy is an easy learner and already learned a few technique in golfing, soon enough he will be a pro and it will be your cue to leave and let him be, the king and queen is also pretty chill. far from your first impressions on them, the twins are comfortable to be with and always making sure they're not over stepping the line.

"it's quite okay, your grace." you said, referring to prince sam himself that king dominic is not stepping a line you did not even draw "my father work as a fisherman while my mother sells the fish he caught." you said to answer his question, the king seemes to be pleased with it.

"you play golf often?" he asked once again

you nodded your head "i take golf lessons when i was younger then decided to tutor people who wants to learn or be better with the sport, i do that to help my parents."

"well, if you needed help with anything or a place to stay. our door is always open for you." queen nikki stated, you gave her a simple smile.

"thank you, my queen." the married royals gave each other a look before giggling as if you said something funny, you didn't quite get the reason for their actions but the king made it clear with his words "drop the formality, lady y/n."

"you can call us by our names, we don't mind." the queen added, your eyes widen in response clearly not agreeing with them. being prince paddy's tutor did not give you a free pass to disrespect the royalties. before you can even protest, the door inside the dining room burst open revealing the oldest son of the king and queen, prince thomas holland. or tom as he likes to be called

"mother, father sorry i'm late." he voice out just after entering the room, king dominic doesn't seems to be pleased by his son's late arrival while the queen mother gave you a forced smile.

all are complete inside the room not long ago, the foods, the maids who will help just in case you all needed something more, the guards who's standing on the side alert just in case something happened. the whole holland royalties except tom, you did not know what cause him to come late in the gathering. not that you should care since it's not your business but by the looks of the king and how he ordered one of his sons, prince harry to pick up prince tom from his chambers. you imagined he did what he mostly do which is sleep with girls.

the young prince has a reputation in the castle, not just in the castle but in the whole city. how he slept with girls that wants to sleep with him, how he wanted to get under every woman's pants except his mother of course. and let's just say that you're not quite impressed, you found it disgusting that he poke his dick inside every women's hole whenever he can. that's very low of him

"tom, meet lady y/n. paddy's tutor." queen nikki introduced, you were slightly taken a back before quickly standing up from your sit once you realized what she's trying to do, looking up at the prince in front of you who's about to take a sit, you throw him a smile

"nice to meet you, your grace."

to say that tom is shocked at your beauty is an understatement, you're a goddess in his eyes, and the prince also can't help but to ask where have you been all this time? and how come he never seen your pretty face before? your hair is done and the dress you're wearing also didn't leave anything in his imagination, the front is too tight and hugs your breast making them look rounder than usual, not to mention. how soft your voice is, he can't help but wonder how your voice will sound if your squirming under him as he pound into you relentlessly.

he quickly shook the thought away before smiling back at the tutor in front of him "i could say the same, my lady." offering his hands, you gladly gave it to him then he kisses the back of your hand, your once again taken a back by his action since none of the prince's inside the room did that kind of courtesy, exchange of smiles and shake hands are alright but it seemed like tom took it too far, not that he's embarrass or regretting anything. he actually love the feeling of your flesh against his lips, wondering how better it would feel if his lips are in the lower part of your body

"tom." harry warned, reminding him the words he let out not long ago. the both of you sat down, tom taking the sit in front of you while you remained where you are before fixing your dress. probably that's the thing you hate about this. wearing a dress that reached the ground, it made it even more harder for you to walk properly but you can't do anything about it considering how you should look formal and presentable in front of the royals.

"pardon my son for arriving late... he did..." the queen looks at his husband for help while thinking of a scripted reason they can tell you "we asked him to run some errands." the king continued although that's not really what happened, base on the look of him he looked like he just finished having sex. the messy bed hair and the hickey displayed on his neck, his flush cheeks and to add it up. his brown eyes

the married couple nodded their head and you did the same "it's quite alright, your grace." to be honest, you didn't expect to eat a lunch with all the royals, if you did then you would have put a lot of effort in your appearance. you and paddy just happened to finish your session earlier than what you all expected and the queen invited you to eat lunch with them which you gladly take, saying no would be a disgrace knowing that the queen insisted.

queen nikki turned to you before holding your hand that was placed flatly on the table "it's good to have a woman in this house, finally." she told you

paddy murmured under his breath which you all heard "there's always a woman in this castle, mother."

"what i mean is, a woman who will eat with us. and like that, i really hate being the only lady in the family. we all are waiting for tom to finally come up on his right age so we can marry him off with a princess." with that, tom throw a glare at his mother because of the subject, getting married for politics is not what he wanted, besides, he's enjoying his life and is contented with it "or perhaps i've been waiting for all my sons to finally find that girl, since not of them haven't introduced anyone to us just yet." from the corner of your eyes, you saw how prince sam stiffen from his seat.

let's just say that the lunch almost go well, almost. you talk here and there, ask questions, answered all of them, then they told you a funny story about the royal family. you laugh, you eat, it doesn't felt like you're just paddy's tutor for a moment, you felt safe, welcomed, happy and accepted even though you're family is considered a low level in the city, you were treated fairly like you're one of them. you're too overwhelmed and comfortable

but then, you felt tom's foot slightly touched yours from beneath the table, at first you shrug it off thinking that maybe he just happened to accidentaly put his feet on top of yours, you continued conversating with the hollands, and then you felt his feet starting riding up to your ankle in the most seductive way, you jolted from the touch before making eye contact with the prince in front of you who's already staring back at you. he didn't seem to be embarrass that he's just caught staring at the tutor of his brother or the oblivious action he's doing under the table.

the queen noticed you jolted and she asked you "are you alright, y/n? do you need anything?" she asked concern. by the hours pass by, you and the hollands decided to come in an agreement to drop the formalities and be in the first name basis which you turned down at first but then the king looks at you with that eye, so you just agree afraid that he will take your head if you disagree once more

"i'm fine, just. . . i'm just. . . i'm okay." you nervously told her before retreating your legs closer to you, not wanting to have any contact with prince tom.

tom is actually fascinated by your actions, he thought you will give in or maybe already giving in just like those other girls because you didn't move your feet during the first time, but then ended up backing off after realizing what he's trying to do. he smirked from his seat before eyeing your flushed face, red from embarrassment or some other reasons he already know, he thought that maybe this coming days will be more interesting than he tought it would be. considering that he's taken a quite liking on lady y/n, golf tutor of paddy holland.

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bangtancentricsblog · 3 years

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myg/qw: 2

↳ this was supposed to be something dirty but it turned out to be way longer and softer.

❒ pairing: min yoongi x reader

❒ genre: fluff, smut

❒ alternative universe: none

❒ rating: 18+

❒ word count: 1.3k

warnings/disclosures: established relationship, I’m bad at smut please be kind!, I guess hints of daddy kink, rip kitten pet name, hello bunny pet name 💖, soft yoongi, loved up yoongi, I can’t just make porn without plot, it has to have some kind of plot and love, hinted emotional trauma, unedited as always

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You’re trying in vain to muffle the whine that slips past your kiss bitten lips, fingers knotted in the silky softness that is Yoongi’s hair. The grip he has on your trembling thighs is firm, strong fingers dimpling the flesh as they continue to tremble with every kiss he presses to your cunt. He relishes every twitch and every whiny keen he pulls from you as he teases you with the tip of his tongue, dipping every so often into your opening slowly dragging his way through your folds to swirl around your aching bud. You’d be embarrassed if it weren’t for the fog that clung to your consciousness, and the way he moves to suckle at your clit. Your legs twitch again, knees nearly knocking into one another as he continues to tighten his grip on your thighs.

“Y’okay bunny?” he asks, voice thick, drawl a few octaves deeper, one your body has unconsciously come to recognize. The one that only comes when he’s drunk on you and taken his fill of the sweetness between your thighs. When he doesn't get an answer he sinks his teeth into the meat of your thigh humming his displeasure as you hiccup, fingers tightening their hold on his hair.

“I asked you a question.” he growls, loosening his hold on your thighs to crawl up your body. Your eyes have fallen shut, face turned away from his as a shuddered breath leaves your lips. His hand finds yours, fingers slotting together as he cups your face with the other. “Hey, hey, shh, hey it’s okay. You’re okay, look at me bunny.” he whispers letting his weight blanket you, waiting patiently, watching as your eyelids flutter open and your beautiful eyes meet his.

“I’m okay.” you sigh when he presses his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his tongue as he moves to deepen it. Yoongi’s always been patient with you, even when after nearly three years of dating you were still painfully shy when it came to being intimate.

“Y’sure, we can always stop.” he reminds softly, squeezing the hand he’s yet to let go. You do, because with Yoongi it wasn’t only your want but your need to be with him. He made everything seem so simple, like loving you was always this easy, when to him it was. There wasn't a time when he wasn't in love with you, from the moment you had awkwardly stumbled through a confession to now. He can’t say that it’s always been perfect, it’d taken some time for you to grow accustomed to his touch, his taste but more so his love. The emotional trauma you’d carried with you had been the biggest obstacle, one that had proven to be his greatest foe.

It’d taken him months to find his way through that maze of locked up emotions, but eventually he did. You still smiled at the floor instead of up at him, but you’d opened your heart enough to let him make himself comfy. Enough to make sure his residence was permanent, but more so that you knew that he was there to stay. It’s moments like this that remind you of it, they help settle your racing heart and calm your nerves. You can feel his cock twitch against your thigh, a reminder that he wants you just as much as you want him.

“Want you Yoon, wanna feel you.” You breathe, freeing your hand to cup his face and pull him into another kiss. Your heart aches at the way he licks into your mouth tasting you, savoring the feel of you as he swallows every sigh until your gasping when he teases your opening with the tip of his cock.

“Deep breath bunny.” He grunts as he slowly pushes into you, the moan you let out is broken and breathy. You hiccup as he bottoms out, clenching around him and relishing just how full you feel. He bucks his hips, bumping against your clit as you cry out hands scrambling for something to hold onto, he catches them easily slotting your fingers together again. Your vision is blurred as he cants his hips, his pace is slow but he makes sure to press in deep. He wants you to really feel him as he brushes all the places that make your toes curl and your skin tingle. It’s not rushed, has never been with Yoongi, he doesn’t fuck, he makes love. His breath mingles with yours as he grinds his hips into yours and you buck your hips to match his pace.

“N-need more.” you keen as he releases your hands, dragging them down your sides to hook under your knees. There's tears in your eyes as he rises to his knees, pressing your knees to your chest. The ache you feel from the stretch causes you to whine, hands knotting in the bedding. The sheets are damp beneath you, though your gaze has fallen to the bead of sweat that clings to Yoongi’s temple. His skin is slick glistening in the low light that comes through the windows, he looks ethereal much too precious a being for this world.

Your gasping as he angles his hips pressing impossibly deeper, his pace is brutal, hips smacking into your own with so much force your sliding across the sheets. Each thrust is purposefully deep, so much so that the coil in your belly has tightened impossibly, your walls clench, tightening just enough to alert Yoongi.

"Cum for me bunny." He grunts releasing one of your legs to rub at your clit. You’re crying out his name as you cum, knees knocking into his sides as he continues to thrust into you.

"That's it, that's my good girl." He groans as he spills inside of you, before letting his body rest against yours. The air is thick, the smell of sex is strong reminding you of what has just transpired. Yoongi is warm, sweat slick skin pressing to yours somewhat uncomfortably and yet not unwelcome. His hair smells like your watermelon shampoo, as you nuzzle into it. He's taken to mouthing at your chest nipping at the tops of your breasts affectionately.

"Do you finally feel better?" He asks planting one last kiss to your chest before wrapping his arms around you and flipping you so that you're resting on him. You sigh resting your head against his chest humming as he draws shapes into your back and shoulders.

"I'm sorry, it was stupid."

"Its not stupid bunny, everyone had their bad days."

"Not you." He chuckles and you feel it more than hear it, his hand falling to your neck and squeezing softly.

"I have my days, it's just something that we all have to deal with. You just have to remember that life goes on and someone who you're really meant to be with will come along to remind of that." He murmurs pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and continuing to draw shapes on your back. Your heart has settled, the nasty emotions from earlier in the day have disappeared, and not for the first time are you're glad to have met Yoongi that rainy day in June three years ago. The smile that tilts your lips upward is soft, remiscent of the love you share with this man, whom your more then happy to spend the rest of your life with if he'll have you. Your eyes feel heavy, exhaustion tugging your towards what will no doubt be a deep slumber, when you feel the sharp sting on your ass. You whine squirming away from the warm palm that rubs over the heated skin.

"Don't fall asleep on me just yet, we need to get you cleaned up." Yoongi laughs, as he gently coaxes you out of bed and into the bathroom where he helps you wash off the sweat and grime of your vigorous love making.

tagging @boymeetsweevil, this is what that line from the other day turned into lmao 🤣 enjoy

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summerofsnowflakes · 3 years

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2. Sober Resolutions

Summary: Y/n and Daveed has been flirty friends for a while, she decides to make them a little more than just friends after getting a lil bit drunk. Now they have to deal with the day after the night before.

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: 18+ There is a bit more smut than the last one but i’ll leave it at that...

1. Tipsy Decisions

A/n: I got carried away with this part but @einfachniemand asked for a part 2 and I have answered! So I hope you enjoy this girl!

You felt the hangover looming and groaned into the pillow you had your face stuffed into; the room was swimming and the light from the window made you feel like you were in an operating room. You tried to sit up only to realise you were very naked underneath the sheets and were not in fact in your bedroom. The panic began to set in as you realised where you were and who you were with last night, Daveed waltzed into the room humming to himself. He was covered only by a towel wrapped around his waist and little water beads rolled down his body. You couldn't help but admire the sight before you. "Morning Beautiful." He practically sang in your direction. His words bought you back to last night.

Daveed wasted no time and laid himself down onto the sofa, pulling you up until you hovered over his face, you felt very vulnerable in this new position and felt a shiver run down your body in anticipation as you waited for him to close the gap between you both. He bought his face up and tentatively swiped his tongue along your slit and you sucked in a breath at the contact. He worked you slowly exploring every inch of your pussy as you held onto the couch arm for dear life, you wanted to take a bit more control and grind into him but you felt self conscious.

Daveed seemed to sense this and pulled back to stare up at you, you had to admit he looked fantastic in the position. He grabbed your leg reassuringly. "Hey, I got you. You're safe Y/n, just let go." You tentatively nodded in response and tried to relax into it. You felt his mouth form an O shape and placed it over your clit. He sucked it gently which made your body jerk in place at the direct contact on your sensitive area and you tried to lift yourself up from him because of the intense feeling but he snaked his arms around your thighs to keep you in place. He turned his attention back to his earlier actions. He sucked and flicked it in his mouth, he was relentless and you swore loudly at the feeling.

When he had you begging for more he switched up his actions and shifted you slightly so he had access to the whole area. He flattened his tongue making it as wide as possible and moved his head up and down along you folds and up to your clit. He continued, making you feel utterly euphoric and as the pleasure built you began to grind your hips into his face matching his movements. You built your speed up, rocking your hips back and forth and moaned out as you worked in tandem with one another. The second orgasm was way more intense than the first and you were a moaning mess on top of Daveed as he watched you in awe.

You climbed off of his face and sat on the floor absolutely exhausted, Daveed smiled at you and watched as your chest rose and fell. "You're so beautiful Y/n"

You returned his smile and felt yourself heat up at his words. You were overcome by your animal instincts and you post orgasm self confidence sky rocketed and positioned yourself between his open legs and unbuttoned his trousers, your smile darkened as the dirty thoughts passed through your mind and freed him from his tight boxers. You ran you hands along his thighs and you gazed up him, he wore a pained expression because of your tantalizingly slow actions. You had him right where you wanted him, you could see he was seconds from begging.

"Y/n." He whispered, the strain in his voice evident.

"I can't wait to have you in my mouth D." You spoke sweetly. You took his dick in your hand and moved down from the tip to the base slowly applying a small amount of pressure, Daveed let out a breathy sigh as he dropped his head back onto the couch. With your hand still firmly placed around the base, you bought his dick to your mouth and tightened your lips around his tip, you swirled your tongue in a circular motion and sucked in at the same time. This earned you a grunt in response and Daveed lifted his hips up off the sofa in an attempt to push himself further into your mouth.

You pulled back and smiled to yourself. "Patience Diggs." You spoke quietly before placing a few chaste kisses along his length. As you reached the tip once again you licked the precum up and fixed your gaze back on him. He bought his hand up to your face and swiped his thumb along your lip collecting anything you had missed and held it out in front of you. Instinctively you responded and took his thumb in your mouth and sucked slow and hard keeping your eyes firmly placed on one another. With his other hand he tangled his fingers into the roots of your hair and guided your face back to his cock, this time he took control and expertly pushed your mouth down, you relaxed your throat and took him as far as you could. Daveed guided your mouth up and down slowly watching as you took him in your mouth, he almost came there and then.

As he relaxed into the pleasurable feeling you were able to take control again and increased your speed with each stroke you were able to take more of his length, but you wanted more. You pulled back once again. "Stand up for me." Daveed didn't question you and did as you asked. In your sweetest voice you purred. "Will you fuck my throat please."

Daveed chuckled lowly but didn't respond instead he repeated his earlier actions but with more force. He thrust himself back inside your mouth with rigor, hitting the back of your throat and you felt your mouth water at his action but he didn't give you time to focus on that as he set a relentless pace. Your throat contracted at the new sensation and visibly gagged at the his actions. Daveed noticed this and tried to pull back but you held him in place to signal he shouldn't stop. Your eyes watered at the sensation as he continued and you managed to tighten your lips and he let out a strangled moan, you felt his cock twitch and he came quickly into your mouth with a string of profanities leaving his. As he pulled out of your mouth, you felt his cum drip slowly down you chin.

You knew you had gone all the way and you would unpack that later because it had now been 10 minutes since he had walked into the room and you hadn't uttered a word. It's not like he was expecting too much from you, he had just gone about his business getting dressed but it felt weird reliving your night together with him in the room and not speaking. "You want some food?" Daveed asked as he finished up. "I can make something for us."

You felt yourself freak out at the implication of this, you didn't stay after sex. No. You and the guy from the night before did not spend time together after the night in question. You felt it gave men far too much power and you liked being the one in control.

"I was going to get going actually Daveed." You spoke softly, the guilt rose in your chest. You knew you were being stupid, this wasn't just a guy you picked up at a bar and got with, no this was your friend and someone you cherished. Yet your toxic little brain was still screaming at you to run for the hills. Daveed chuckled softly. "Nah, I'm not accepting that girl. Ima go make up some food, there's a towel in the bathroom for you to use and some clothes in the top draw that should fit you."

You were stunned by his blunt response and didn't say another word as he walked out of the room again. You knew you didn't really want to leave and deep down you actually respected his response, so you decided to stay.

You ended up having a lovely day together and you just enjoyed each other's company. It was a simple day, you went to the shops to get hangover snacks and watched a few films. Daveed indulged your inner child and agreed to watch one Toy Story movie, but then made you sit through a crappy action film as payback. It was honestly just two great friends spending the day together, there was no awkwardness about the previous night even though it was in the forefront of both of your minds. About ten minutes into second film you felt yourself grow sleepy and you snuggled up next to Daveed, he placed his arm around you and you drifted off into a light sleep. Your breathing was heavy but the film was loud. As an intense scene was taking place a loud rumble erupted from your tummy and Daveed could help but laugh loudly at you which startled you awake. "I'm so sorry Y/n. I didn't mean to wake you but you don't have to starve while you're here we can order food." He spoke still laughing softly. Your brain was clouded by sleep and confusion, you felt like you had missed the punch line.

"What do you mean?" You inquired.

"Your tummy just made the loudest noise I have ever heard." He smiled at you endearingly.

"Oh did it. Sorry Diggs." You replied still trying to make sense of the world.

"It's chill girl, you don't need to apologise, shall we order some food?" He placed his hand on your thigh tenderly.

You smiled sweetly. "Chinese?" You asked hopefully and he laughed again.

"You got it."

You wasted no more time ordering food and settled back into the chair while you waited for it to arrive. You tried to focus in on the film but you had missed a fair bit and truth be told it was really boring, you fell asleep because of it. You glanced in Daveed's direction slyly and spotted the TV remote next to him and before you had time to think it through you leapt across the sofa so you were vertical in his lap. He was stunned until he realised what you were doing and placed he hands on yours to stop you from taking it. "No Y/n. We're leaving it on." He barked jokingly.

"No it's awful." You tried to pull your hands and the remote free and you wiggled your body, but Daveed was stronger than you and your tangled body only weakened you. He jumped up so your back was against the sofa and he straddled your legs and looked down at you. You were trapped but you had the remote now and thought quickly before you slipped it behind your back and into the waistband of his sweatpants, you poked your tongue out at him.

He laughed at your childish antics. "Y/n, I have no problem taking those off you to get what I want." He spoke playfully.

Your mind went there and you bit back at him. "I'm not stopping you from taking what you want." You bit your lip at your own implication and you saw his eye flicker down your body. He bought himself down to hover over you, he was inches away from your face and you could feel his breath on your lips. You leaned up to meet his lips but the sound of the buzzer bought you back to reality and you both jumped away from one another as though you had been caught in the act. "I'll go get it." Daveed mumbled sheepishly.

For the first time over the last 24 hours it felt awkward, sure the line had been blurred but that was fueled by alcohol. Today has been relatively platonic but now you both had come inches away from making out sober and that would be a lot harder to explain away. Daveed laid out the food on the coffee table along with plates and cutlery. You sat yourself on the floor so you could access the food more easily. Nothing was said while you served up and settled against the foot of the sofa, that awful movie was still playing and you realised you still had the remote in your pants. You bashfully pulled in out and left it on the sofa next to Daveed but he didn't touch it. Instead he focused all of his attention on his dish of food, he pretended it was giving him a ted talk.

After five long minutes of dead silence between you both, Daveed finally spoke. "Look Y/n. We can dance around one another and for the next six months sleep together drunk and try to pretend this is just sex. But I don't want to do that, it's a waste of time. The sex was amazing and what made it better is that I woke up with one of my best friends the next day, even if she did try to run." He paused to see if you were with him and you turned to face, you didn't quite meet his eyes. "What I am trying to say is I want to see what happens, I don't just want sex, I want the vibe we have outside of that. Y/n I want you."

Your mind raced and you silently freaked out, you opened your mind to say something and closed it again. You repeated this a few times trying find the words, you felt like a fish. "But I am scared, if this doesn't work out I don't want to lose my friend."

"Who said you're going to lose me?" He asked sincerely and took your hand in his. "If it doesn't work out I'm still going to be your friend, but I want to you give this a try. Do you?"

You sat and thought to yourself, commitment was terrifying to you and this wasn't any random guy, this was Daveed. You finally met his gaze and gave into your heart. "Yes I want to give it a go."

You both let out a sigh of relief at your words and he sent a cheesy smile you way. "Okay, no pressure but I'm gunna kiss you now Y/n."

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kyutown · 3 years

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hii, if you are accepting requests, can I ask for a ship with bts, txt and nct 127?

Thank you in advance ^^

(also, my mother language is portuguese, so I'm sorry for any mistake, for the long description too)

Physical:

So... my height is 162cm (5'4), I weigh around 50kg, I have a skinny body figure with an hourglass shape, thin waist, long (almost reaches my belly button) and straight medium brown hair, dark brown eyes and pale skin. People always tell me that I'm naturally charming. I'm not a big fan of heavy make up, that's why 95% of the time I'm barefaced. The color that best suits me is black, small face: 17,5cm (last time I've measured was 18cm, but I just measured yesterday again and it was 17,5cm lol), soft skin, eye smile, kind of an aegyo-sal (however, only appears sometimes, idk, not sure if it really is) and bunny teeth.

I used to have double eyelids in both eyes, but now I have a double eyelid on my left eye and a triple eyelid on my right eye, (somehow I developed a third eyelid in the beginning of the year).

Personality:

My MBTI is ENFP-T, sign is Sagittarius. I'm the youngest, silliest and weirdest in my group of friends. An only child. I can be friendly or very shy at first, it depends on my mood. Love spending time alone and thinking by myself, I'm very competitive, can do both sexy and cute styles, a scaredy cat, love perfumes and fashion, animal lover, midnight person, traditional romantic, very curious, like romance and horror movies, fav color is purple since 2010, pretty talented at singing; dancing; drawing and acting. I LOVE playing video games since I was around 4 or 5 years old. Also LOVE stars, moon, galaxy and everything about the universe (and prefer sunset over sunrise). I've always been one of the smartest at my school, even tho I hate to study, it just seems natural. I also can speak 3 different languages.

People usually laugh of what I say, so I guess I'm kinda funny (?)

I'm very honest, kind, active/athletic (I can't stand still for a long time, I have the necessity of keep moving), a bit sarcastic, bubbly, dirty minded, sincere, open-minded, loyal and love eating sweet things.

I have extreme fear of bees, whenever I see one I start screaming, running and (in some extreme cases) crying.

Most of the time I just pretend that I'm strong and cold, but actually I'm very fragile with my emotions, I act like idc, but later I will surely think about and cry.

Flaws: stubborn; bossy; too much emotional; I'm sincere on the point that sometimes can hurt the others and manipulative.

I'm already a bit stage experienced, since I started "performing" when I was only 11 years old, it started with a role as the lead actress in a play at my old school, for a crowd of around 300 people. I was the lead actress in 2016, 2017 and 2018. In 2017 I joined a choir and stayed until 2018. In 2019 I participated in a school show talents with my group of friends, we danced very like a girlgroup. Since then, I took a break from the stage. But never did something in the professional level, only at school.

I took both contemporary and street dance/hip hop classes at the age of 10 (2015), as well drama classes. And in 2017 I took singing lessons.

(yeah, I'm a 04 liner)

Clothing style I'd say I'm more of a tumblr/casual, I can wear any color, but darker tones fits me the best.

My current biggest ambition is to become famous, I'd love to become an Idol cuz I completely love the stage/singing/dancing and performing. Hopefully it can become reality soon. (Yeah, I'm willing to audition in the beginning of the next year)

My fav skinship is holding hands, hugs only if they are quick. I just want to hug longer my s/o (and my parents ofc), I'm not a VERY touchy and clingy person, I like to have my personal space.

My ideal type: is a guy who is at least 172cm but I would prefer his height to be between 175cm-180cm, not small but not a giant, has black or dark brown straight hair. Ideal age gap 1995-2002, I'm totally into an older s/o, but not older than a 95 liner (I don't want him to look like he is my father). An understanding boy, who knows how to respect privacy, because I like to spend some time by myself, romantic, loyal, trustworthy, honest, knows how to dance, open-minded. Affectionate but not THAT clingy, I'd feel annoyed if he wanted to live glued to me 24/7. Sometimes, when feeling more affectionate, I will want to hug him all day and cuddle while watching something and have a good conversation.

I believe in destiny, so a person who wouldn't make fun of that, cuz I get sad/mad pretty easily tbh.

Someone who isn't only a s/o, but also a best friend, who I can have fun and share everything. I'd melt inside when he praises me a lot, but I wouldn't know how to react on the outside.

I'd like if he has the same liking for shopping as me, and for traveling too.

That's it, I tried to be as detailed as possible about everything and resulted in a really long description. I hope you don't feel bothered for it.

hi! thank you for responding!

for bts, i think jimin would be good with you! jimin would not only be your significant other but he would always be like your best friend which you wanted! he would talk with you, go shopping with you and do all of the things you would do with your friends! when you have a fight or argument with family or friends, he would always be there for you and would always want to see you having fun!

for txt, i think yeonjun would match you well! yeonjun is a fashionista! he would be the type to dress up with you, go shopping and would do many of the other fashion things with you! he is also born in 1999 which matches your ideal age gap! he would also give you lots of hugs but would still understand if you need your alone time and privacy. but he would love it when you hug him!

for nct 127, i think taeyong would be a great fit! he enjoys listening to music, watching movies and playing games! he would for sure, be the type to spend his free time with you! he would also be the one who would be understanding, affectionate, loyal, trustworthy, open-minded and honest! he would be many if not all of the adjectives that you listed above!

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years

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Her Heavy Cross

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

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 3.6k

Warnings: smut, swearing

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

Part 13 Part 15

Part 14

Liam helped me get ready for bed. I was nearly asleep standing up by this stage. He undressed me and got my nightgown out of my bag. The white satin shift was far too sexy for how I felt, but it was all I had brought with me for bed. Liam said nothing about it. He didn't try to touch me inappropriately either as he undressed me, even when he took my bra off. I was thankful for that. He looked, though. A lot.

"Do you want to sleep here with me, or would you rather sleep alone?" He asked.

I was hurt for a minute and then thinking about all the horrible things I said to him, I understood why he asked. "I didn't mean those things I said to you."

"Yeah, you did. I deserved most of it."

"Yeah. I suppose you aren't that attractive." I joked.

"That's my girl." He said chuckling. Then he stopped, realising what he had said. "You were right. I am pushing too hard. I keep calling you my girlfriend and ignore how you feel about it."

"I am, though. Your girlfriend." Liam looked surprised at my admission. "You were right about that. If I didn't want to be, I shouldn't have acted like I was." I took his hand and said, "I acted like I was because I wanted it too. I didn't want to admit it to myself." I tried to smile at him but yawned instead. "Come to bed with me?" I asked.

He raised my hand to his lips and kissed it. "Always, Sweetheart."

We got into bed, and I laid down in Liam's arms. I don't even think I said goodnight to him before I fell into a dreamless sleep.

I woke up feeling stiff. It seemed like it was barely dawn. The room had only a faint glow of warm light. I stretched out, my muscles were tired. Liam was still in bed, and his hand was resting on my hip. I rolled over to look at him and found him looking back at me, a lazy smile on his lips.

"Good morning." His voice was gentle.

"Morning," I said, reaching out to caress his cheek, enjoying the feeling of his sharp beard against my skin.

"How do you feel this morning?"

"I'm glad I stayed." I was. Waking with Liam felt good. I felt stupid acting like I had last night. I had fought so hard against getting too close to him despite how natural it felt, how good. I had to stop punishing myself. But it was hard to turn off three years of carefully built barriers around my heart.

"Me too." He said. I thought he would hug me, but he didn't. So I hugged him. I pulled myself in closer until our bellies touched, and I wrapped a leg around his hip. I felt his sex hard against me, and I tightened my leg pulling him closer. He made a face of pain and moved his hips away.

"Sorry," I said. "Are you still upset about last night?" He shook his head, giving me no more than that. "Tired?" I tried again. Another shake of the head. "Does my breath smell?" He chuckled and shook his head a third time. "You don't want to?"

"I do. I really do."

"So what's the problem?"

"I don't know if you'll want what I want."

"It can't be that bad."

"It's not bad at all."

I was getting frustrated, "just tell me!"

"I don't want to fuck you. I don't want to hurt you, or smack you or bite you or any of those things." His lip twitched, "Well, I do, but not right now. Right now, I want to hold you and kiss you. I want to be slow, take my time, make love to you. But I don't want to scare you off." I looked away. "See, you don't want to. And that's ok. I'm not going to push you anymore. I'll wait." He did hug me back then. Just gently, keeping his hand on my back, away from anywhere sexual. "I'm happy, just like this."

We laid there, and I thought about what he said. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it too, realising I needed it from him. I needed to let my guard down, to show him that I did care about him. I did like slow and gentle sex as much as rough and dirty. But rough and dirty didn't touch your soul the way slow and gentle did. I liked both, but only with a guy I could give both to. I had only had that with Andy. It's part of what made him special to me, that I loved it just as much when he fucked me until I couldn't walk as when he took his time, loved me and cared for me.

I didn't know how to tell him I wanted it too. After last night, the things I had said and how I had acted, I needed to know it was ok. I needed to know that we had confronted those feelings and knocked down those walls. I knew they weren't gone forever, but I needed to know we were in this together.

"I want to, Liam." He didn't look like he believed me. "I really do." I kissed him gently, my lips soft and teasing against his. He moaned and kissed me back just as soft and gentle. If I had any doubt in my mind that this was what I wanted, the warmth that came over my body quickly dispelled it.

He rolled me on my back, his weight on top of me. His mouth didn't leave mine. Our kisses seemed to last for an age. Our bodies shared air until it seemed like our breathing had become one. His hands caressed me. He didn't squeeze at me. Instead, he felt his way over my body as if he were savouring every curve, every valley and every rise.

I felt along his back, down his spine, feeling it bend and curve with his careful movements. I reached his pants and slid my fingers under the band, feeling his bottom's muscular curve. My body continued to warm. Every part of me feeling sensitive. Every touch felt like electricity coursing over my skin and into my core.

"Liam," I whispered through our kisses. I needed more. I craved more of him.

"I'm here, Lana," came his reply. "I'm here."

Liam sat up quickly and took off his pants before leaning back into me. He kissed me as he fumbled in his bedside draw. I cursed that we hadn't talked about other contraception. I had a birth control implant in my arm. But we didn't have time for that conversation now. I would take him as I could get him.

He sat up again, putting the condom on, then he leaned down and kissed my thigh. He lifted my leg and kissed me behind my knee. His stubble tickled my delicate skin, and I giggled while I pulled away. He let me go, smiling at me and kissed my other thigh. He took off my underwear, moving them slowly down my legs. Liam lifted my shift, exposing my most private place and, for once, I didn't want to look away in shame. He ran his fingers tantalisingly slowly down my sex, parting me as he went. I was more than ready for him. He kissed my tummy near my belly button, and I ran my fingers through his curls. He looked up at me between kisses with a sweet smile on his.

My heart leapt in my throat. Liam's care and attention made me feel emotions I wasn't sure I was prepared for. His kisses trailed down to my hip bone, and he playfully licked at the crease above my thigh before Liam brought his body back onto mine.

I sighed as I felt Liam's weight, heavy but comforting. He adjusted himself with his hips until he was at my core. I held his hand, our fingers entwining as he entered me. He took his time, and each movement was almost agonisingly slow. He kissed my lips again as he fully entered me. The relief was bliss. Then he moved, and I moaned, all my senses aflame, the sensations threatened to overwhelm me.

He rolled us both over, and I was on top. I sat up, and he put his hands on my hips, guiding my movements. I moved around on him until I found the spot I wanted. I cried out his name when I did and rocked, each gentle sway of my hips finding my place. Liam reached up and pulled the tie out of my hair, my locks falling freely down my back. I moved my hands down his chest, my fingers tickled by this thick hair, damp from his sweat. I kept them there, enjoying the warmth beneath my fingertips and the texture of him.

He lifted my shift off, sitting up as he did. He went to lay back down, but I held him up, wrapping my legs around his hips and my arms around his shoulders. I kissed him, and he kissed back, more demanding now and deeper. Then he kissed my neck, his tongue licking at me, his teeth grazing against my collarbone, and he whispered my name into my skin. I arched my back, finding my place again. His arms came around my waist, and he caught my rhythm, rocking his own body into mine. Liam leaned his head down and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. I watched him suckle at me, and fresh waves of pleasure rippled over me. I rode him harder, throwing my head back as I held his head against my chest.

One of his hands left my back, and I felt his thumb against my nub. I removed his hand and put it on my hip. He looked up, questioning. How could I explain I didn't need to orgasm to enjoy this? I leaned forward and kissed him. I looked into his eyes and said, "I don't need that for this to feel good. It already feels wonderful."

I kept looking at him, letting him search my eyes, so he knew I was telling the truth. He nodded and said, "Are you sure? I won't last much longer." I smiled and kissed him again, trying to hold him tighter. He seemed to lose his control, and his slow and gentle movement became harder. His arms suddenly crushed me as his whole body tensed and pushed me down hard against him. I cried out as thickened inside me, stretching me a moment before Liam swore and called my name, his shout of release echoed through the room. He thrust up into me with each of his final throes. I watched him as he came, his body majestic, his arms tight like thick cords around my waist as he gathered me to him.

I stroked his head when he finished. Liam laid his head against my chest, and his forehead was wet from his exertion. His breath slowed, and I climbed off his lap. He laid down, eyes closed, and I put my chin on his chest so I could look at his face while relaxed. He opened an eye and saw me looking. He closed them again and said, "What are you looking at, Sweetheart."

I breathed deeply, happy at that moment. I smiled and said, "Just looking at my boyfriend."

He smiled wide, showing all his teeth and opened his eyes. He chuckled, put his head to mine and kissed my nose. "I like the sound of that."

We went downstairs and had breakfast. Liam surprised me with a jar of Vegemite. I clapped my hands like a child and asked if he had tried it yet. He said he had, but he preferred marmite. I scrunched my nose at him and mumbled something about "stupid pommies." I made my toast because I was a freak and liked heaps of Vegemite. Like a lot. No butter either.

Liam was shocked, "That's disgusting! You put that much on?"

I nodded. I dipped the knife in the Vegemite. I scooped out a huge helping and popped it in my mouth, licking it all off.

"Oh, my God!" Liam covered his eyes. "It's not Nutella!"

"You're right. It's better."

After breakfast, Liam asked if I wanted to take Cole for a walk. I hesitated, my thoughts instantly going to more pictures and articles. I shook away the thoughts. I'd made my choice, and I was going to go for it and see how it plays out. We got dressed and headed off.

Cole was a very well-trained dog. He walked well on the lead and mostly ignored other dogs and people. A few kids wanted to pat Cole, and Liam would get down with Cole and pat him with the kids. He got recognised only once by a bloke who drove past and yelled at him, "Oi Cross, where's your sword?" He just waved at the guy who took off laughing. Part of me wished he'd grabbed his pants and yelled 'right here' as he did in the movie the guy was quoting. But I guess the internet would have a field day with that one.

"Hey, what's it like to be a meme?" I asked.

"How do you mean?"

"Like you're online, in a forum or something, and suddenly there's some person who uses your face as a reply."

"It's not bad," he said. "They're usually pretty funny. I'd much rather see that than see made up stories about me." I nodded. "Worse are the true stories. The ones I thought were private that end up in forums. We've all done stupid things or been rude to people. Most people shake it off and try to do better next time. I have to worry if there was a camera or if the story will end up going around the internet. I'm not necessarily complaining, but it's one of the downsides of people knowing who you are."

"Yup, told ya before, your life isn't normal."

As we walked, the houses gave way to cafes and small boutiques. I window shopped my way along the street. Liam noticed and said, "If you want to go in and look, I don't mind waiting."

"Yeah, Nah, it's ok. I'm just looking." I smiled at him, "we don't have a lot of shops like this out west." I snuck my head under his arm and put my arm around his waist. He put his arm around my shoulders, kissed the top of my head, and we walked side by side a few blocks before starting to head back to Liam's house.

Although yesterday's fight was awful, I had to admit that everything felt better with Liam today. My guard was lowered, and I didn't feel fear or shame to reach out and touch him anymore. In fact, I couldn't keep my hands off him. I always wanted to hold his hand or simply sit next to him with our shoulders or our thighs touching. It was like he was the sun, and I fixed in his orbit, unable to stay away. I was already sad about having to go home tomorrow. But I did miss Perrin. An idea occurred to me, and I asked Liam what he thought about it as we neared his house.

"What are your plans for next weekend?"

"For Easter? Well, we have half of Thursday and then Friday to Monday off. Then shooting starts Tuesday, so I was planning on lazing around at home with you before the crazy hours start. How does that sound?"

"It sounds great. But..."

"But what?"

"Well, on Sunday, I usually spend the day with David, Lucy and the kids. Depending on the weather, we usually go to a park and do an Easter Egg hunt and have a BBQ." I laughed at a memory. As we went back into Liam's house, I told him about the Easter it was 38 degrees and all of the eggs melted. Poor Charlie cried because he had no eggs to eat.

Liam smiled at my story. He must be thinking of his nephews because his smile appeared to be tinged with sadness. He said, "that's okay. Can you spend Thursday, Friday and Saturday with me?"

"Well, I was wondering," my nerve left me then. Was it too soon? But I reckoned that if he was happy for everyone to know we were together, maybe he should meet my family. I took a deep breath and quickly said, "if you'd like to come with me on Sunday." Liam let Cole off his lead, and he ran to the kitchen to have a drink. Liam got up slowly and put his arms around my waist.

His fucking lip twitched. "You want to introduce me to your family?"

"No, don't worry about it," I said saltily. But, I felt my lips twitching. Had Liam given me some kind of disease that caused a tick?

"Yes, you do!" I rolled my eyes. Liam pulled me in closer until our hips met. "I'd love to, Sweetheart."

"Ok, then." He smiled broadly. I wiggled and tried to escape his arms, but he wasn't letting me. "It's not a big deal."

"I think its a big deal." Liam kissed me.

When I pulled away this time, he let me go, his mouth still held in a goofy grin. "I was thinking a few other things on our walk," I said.

"Go on then." We went into the kitchen, and Liam got us some water, and we sat on the lounge. I sat facing him, my legs curled up underneath me and my knees touching his thigh.

"I don't like leaving Perrin alone, and I can't ask Dave to have him every weekend, so would it be ok to bring Perrin next week? See if he and Cole get along? It would make things a lot easier."

"Absolutely," Then he shook his head. "You're different today." Panic gripped me. Great, I let my defences down, and five hours later, he doesn't like it. I started to move away from Liam, but he stopped me. "No, Sweetheart, it's a good thing." He took my glass out of my hand and put his glass down before he lifted me onto his lap. "You're thinking ahead, planning things for us. You've never done that before. It's always been me pushing for the next step."

"Too much?" I asked, still feeling unsure.

"Not at all."

"Good," I said. Then I smiled, trying to sound casual, "so what exactly does the girlfriend of one of the worlds most sought after actors wear to a film premiere?"

"Really?" Liam asked incredulously. I nodded, and Liam planted big sloppy kisses all over my face. I squealed and tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip. My shrieks turned into giggles as his scratchy beard tickled my neck. He eventually stopped, his face getting serious. "No? Really? Do you want to go? If you don't want to, it's fine. There will be other occasions to show you off."

"No, I do. I'm in this now. Committed. I'm willing to go because I want to be in your life, and going to things like premieres and award shows are part of that."

Liam smiled and kissed me again, sweetly this time. "Thank you."

"I have conditions, though." Liam indicated I should continue. "Other than saying we're together, I don't want you to say anything about our relationship in interviews or anything. I don't want photos of me on your Instagram. If it's for some special occasion, maybe, but I'd rather avoid it." He nodded. "Two, I know actors sometimes take off to LA or Rome or Manila for awards or premieres. I probably wouldn't go with you to those because I'm not just picking up and leaving during the school term. Outside of that, I'm open to negotiation."

Again he nodded and said, "Fair. Anything else?"

"Two more things." his eyebrows lifted at that, but he stayed silent. "Sarah can confirm our relationship if you want. If we just say we are together, people won't make as much fuss as they would if it was left in the air. If we say nothing at all, it will keep the story going longer than necessary."

"Do you know, that's exactly what Sarah told me?"

"If this teaching thing ever goes wrong, maybe I'll have a career change." I winked at Liam to tell him I was joking. Fuck dealing with celebrities and scandals all day.

"So the last thing," I said.

"This was a very productive walk."

"Yes." My cheeks suddenly felt hot. I didn't know how to say what I wanted to say.

"This will be good," Liam said, noticing my blush.

"Shut up, and let me say it." I took a deep breath. "I have a contraceptive implant in my arm. I've been using them for a while. At the moment, the one I have is good for five years, and I got it three and a half years ago. I basically don't get periods anymore. If I do, they're very short. Anyway, all I'm saying is if you are committed, we don't have to use a condom."

"Where in your arm?" He asked. I found it and got his fingers and showed him where. "Oh shit. That's great. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

I shrugged. "I didn't know where this was going or how serious you were. I wanted STD protection. You Hollywood types have terrible reputations."

Liam chuckled, "I suppose that's true. But I am serious about you. I thought you knew that from even before we met."

I shrugged. "I wasn't sure."

"But you are now?"

I nodded. Liam hugged me tightly. "Ok, good, condoms are out." He gave me a peck on the cheek, "Hungry?" He asked.

Part 15

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

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dindooku · 3 years

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ao3 - loulou1810

'The weight of the situation is finally dawning on you. You’re practically handing yourself over to this mysterious ex-imp blood-mongerer with open arms. You haven’t known Karga long and you’re not sure if you can trust him, but if Mando trusts him, then so do you.'

You didn't sign up for this. The situation is starting to spiral out of hand. Can you all pull together to complete the mission, or will things head in a deadly direction?

*TW - violence, suggestive sexual themes

word count - 6,665

*this is very original arc so a lot of speech/dialogue is taken from the series... this chapter and the next. I know I say this every time BUT TRUST THE PROCESS!!!! Much love to you all xx

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The heat was torturous. You’d been to hot places before but this was excruciating. The black-top Mando gave you was soaking up the heat and you were practically drenched by the time you’d reached the rendezvous.

Mando had offered to walk but you thought that if you were struggling in a simple black tee and trousers he’d be practically dying in that heavy Beskar and flight suit of his. Plus, despite the heat, this was the first time you’d walked free in over 10 years, so you weren’t going to kick a gift Orback in the mouth. He’d been tense ever since your flirty comment before you left. You only meant it as a joke and a way to break the tension over what lied ahead, but he seemed to have held onto it more than you’d have liked. Maybe you’d crossed a line, but after Cara laughed and Kuill’s exasperated tut you’d thought it had landed well…until a couple of hours later and he’s still just as pent up as before, if not more now that the heat has made him stew a bit. You did try to think of a way to apologise but didn’t want to cause any more trouble, so you did what you thought was right and kept your mouth shut.

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The rendezvous was just an hour or so out from Navarro, or so that's what Cara had told you. As you approach, you see a small group of men just off in the distance.

“That’s them” Mando nods towards them. You all continue moving until you’re now within talking distance. Cara goes to slide of her Bluurg, followed by Mando. You look to him waiting for his instructions, not wanting to make a wrong move. He nods for you to join him at his side, so you follow suit and stand just off his shoulder behind him, Cara on the other side. Kuill stayed to manage the Bluurgs.

“Sorry for the remote rendezvous, Mando. But things have gotten complicated since you were last here. It appears that introductions are in order.” Who you presumed to be the group leader glanced at you, then at Cara. He had a smug look on his face, and you didn’t like it. The tone of his voice was already ringing alarms, and you could sense that he had hidden intentions… but what they were you didn’t know. “It seems we've both provided a security detail. I recommend the shock-trooper guards the ship, these lava fields are lousy with Jawas.”

“She’s coming with me Karga” Mando retorts, the same dominance in his voice from the Republic Transporter. Cara glared back at Karga, making it known that she wasn’t a pushover. His accomplices shifted on the spot, pulling up their blasters. Karga lowly lifted an arm, signalling for them to stand down.

“Fine, fine. At least cover your tattoo, no need to flaunt it.” He pointed to her arm. Cara grumbled but complied, wrapping a black strip of fabric around her stripes.

“And what about you, sweetheart?” His gaze now on you. His accomplices looked at each other, sharing some sort of private joke. It made you feel a little pissed knowing the nature of their look. You scrambled to think of something to say, but Mando beat you to it.

“Careful” He practically growls at the guards “She’s not as gentle as she looks” Gentle… was he complimenting you? You blush at the comment, a smirk pulling at your lips.

“I'm sure she can hold her own, she looks pleasant enough,” says one of the guards, chuckling towards the end of his sentence. Something dirty was attached to that sentence…they obviously were not heeding Mando’s warning.

“I wouldn-” Mando goes to reply, but you’re already reaching for the throwing daggers he had handed you earlier. Your right-hand grazes the left pouch on your hip, and before anyone had time to react you’d hit a thin shard of metal into the guard's blaster, clipping it from his hand and sending it a few feet behind him. All eyes are now pinned on you. Crap. I should not have done that…Oh well, let’s run with it.

“Next time I'll aim a bit to the right,” you say cheekily, trying to solidify the fake confidence you’re exuding. The guard glances down, then realises what you’re implying.

“Woah! Ok, let’s calm down…” Karga pauses, looking to the guard who is now visibly agitated at his ego being humiliated.

You can feel Mando’s glare, it’s practically burning you up. You hope he’s not going to turn on you. Normally you have more self-control, but you didn’t want to be undermined in front of him and Cara like that. You were just standing up for yourself…you could do that now. You turn your head to meet his.

“Show off,” he says quietly like it’s meant for just the two of you. Phew, he wasn’t pissed. You smile back, the blush visible even past your sunburn cheeks.

“Where is the little one?” The leader cuts you from each other's stare. Mando moves to turn, signalling for Kuill to bring the child forwards in his floating crib. Kuill had reinforced it on the journey from his home to Navarro. It’s now fully armoured.

“So... this little bogwing is what all the fuss was about,” the leader reaches in to take the Child out of his cot “What a precious little creature. I can see why you didn't wanna harm a hair on its wrinkled little head” After looking the Child over and concluding that he wasn’t a vicious man-eating creature he placed the Child back into his floating fortress of a cot “Well, I'm glad this matter will be put to rest once and for all”. He says with a sigh. Obviously, this whole ordeal was stressful for both parties, but you didn’t know enough to draw any conclusions. “The sun drops fast on Navarro. We can walk for a spell and camp out on the river bank, then make our way into town at first light.” Mando agrees with a simple nod. He and Cara walk back to the Bluurgs, Karga and the other two guards turning to start walking. You stay and wait for Mando and the rest to catch up. The guard that had agitated you earlier walks up to you. You stiffen with each step, preparing to defend yourself if needs be. He’s now only a foot or so away from you, within arms reach.

He leans into you, “You're a good shot darlin’, wanna sleep next to me tonight? I’ll pay…” He winks at you, his voice low enough so that only you can hear. He’s obviously just trying to start a fight, to agitate you. You keep your mouth shut, your face bare. You don’t want to give him any reaction to feed off as that would only make him push further. He glances up and quickly turns on his heel, chuckling as he strides back towards Karga. You’re fuming now. You wanted to say something, to make him feel how you feel right now, but you can’t. You’d jeopardise this mission before it's even started… you owe Mando, so you hold your tongue for now.

“Hey, what’d he say to you” comes a modulated voice just behind you. You jump a little, the presence catching you in your little fit of rage. You don’t say anything, not wanting to snap.

“Nothing” You reply bluntly. Your voice nearly broke, but you think you played it off ok. Wrong.

“What did he say” He insists, using that dominant tone from before to make sure you know that he will find out whether you want to tell him or not. “Tell me,” He asks again, his temper wearing thin.

“He…he asked me to sleep with him, made some stupid remark about buying me for the night. Just leave it” You tell, even more, frustrated now the words have left your lips.

“I'm gon-” His anger now prevalent in his voice. He moved to stride in front of you, obviously about to make amends for what just happened. No,that’ll make everything so much worse, you don’t want to be the reason this all fails, the reason why the kid isn’t safe. You can let this slide, you’re used to it. You grab his arm before he’s out of reach, your grip tight.

“No, just leave it, it’s ok…the mission” You try to sound as appealing as possible. You really didn’t want to cause more of an issue, you’d already made a scene, you didn’t need another one over a petty snide. His head quips to yours, the visor staring you down.

“It’s not okay, he shouldn’t talk to you like that” He turns to move again, but you yank his arm harder this time.

“Mando, please… just leave it.” You’re practically begging him now and he can sense it. He steps back reluctantly, now studying you. Without saying anything he turns and strides back to the Bluurg. You don’t look back, you know that Cara and Kuill had just seen the whole thing unfold and you didn’t want to play 20-questions right now. Dropping your head you let out a sigh. Breathe in, breathe out. And with that, you started walking.

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“I guess the little bugger's a carnivore. Never seen anything like it. They were ready to pay a king's ransom for that thing. Must be for some kind of highfalutin menagerie.” Karga chuckles, wincing a little as the Child makes haste with the bug he’s just caught. Kuill shakes his head and grabs the Child by the back of his robe before he can get away, bringing him back to his lap to continue feeding him his supper.

“Let’s go over the plan again,” Mando says, using his typical commanding tone.

You’re all sat around the fire. You, Mando, Cara, Kuill and the Child on one side, Karga and his crew on the other. The guard that spoke to you earlier keeps glancing at you, trying to catch your eyes with his but you turn your head away every time. You decide after a while its just best if you look away and don’t entertain it at all. Frustrated, you get up to go and have a breather but Cara stops you before you can.

“Hey, look, I don’t know what he said but I can tell that he’s being rude. Just try to ignore it for now… I’m sorry.” She’s talking quietly, not wanting anyone else to hear.

“Yeah, I know… he won’t stop looking at me. I can handle myself. It's just annoying that he’s not dropping it” It's true, it was starting to really annoy you now. The snide you could let slide, but the blatant teasing was just a bit more than excessive.

“Mando caught it, he won’t let them touch you. Just clean one of your knives or something, its make him hap-” She’s cut mid-sentence by a winged creature that swoops in and grabs the drumstick from Karga’s hand. Then before you know it, everyone’s shooting. Wait, the Kid! You dart from your end of the campsite over to where Kuill was. Grabbing the child from the cot you wrap him in your arms. You tuck up against one of the boulders, hoping that whatever was attacking your group wouldn’t see the two of you. The Child started making scared cooing sounds, but you quietly hushed him against your chest, trying to calm him down. Pressing his head into your chest you block his view from the surroundings.

“No! Let go of her! Drop her now!” You hear Kuill shouting and the scream of a Bluurg carried off into the night. You don’t need to look up to know things are grim. Then another scream, this time it sounded human. One of the creatures had taken someone! You look up, only to see the guard that had been taunting you all night disappear from view. Karma.

“Drop her!” Thump. You assumed that the blaster shot had hit as two bodies hit the floor, neither moving.

Suddenly you hear a roar of fire. Eyes darting to the source you see Mando fighting off the dragon with the flame-thrower in his gauntlet. You need one of those.

Everything goes quiet and you peer up, hoping that the worst is over. Kuill draws your eyes to him. “He's hurt badly.” You look over at the commotion on the other side of the camp.

“I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. Ow!” Karga flinches at Cara’s touch.

“Hold still. They got you good” She says, panic just prickling her reply.

“How bad?” Says Mando.

“Bad. The poison is spreading fast” Cara replies, looking around her for a med-pack. She grabs the one in the satchel to her left and starts treating Karga’s wounds.

“So this...this is how it happens” Karga retorts, sounding considerably weaker this time.

“Don't be so dramatic” Cara curts, “I need another med-pack. Got any other med-pack’s? Anyone?” The camp is silent. You walked over with the kid still in your arms, now leaning over Karga to see if you could do anything whilst Cara looks for another med-pack.

“It’s still spreading, this isn’t working,” you say, not noticing the Childs outstretched arm.

“Get that thing out of here!” Cara shouts at you, obviously meaning the Child.

“Wait,” Kuill interjects, now at your side. You listen to him, allowing the kid to reach out to Karga. Mando hesitates.

“He’s trying to eat me!” Karga moans, it’s strained as his body grows weaker by the second. But then he relaxes, the tension leaving his body. You glance down to the injury, which is now… what? It can’t be…it’s healing? You blink a few times to make sure you’re not seeing things. You dart your eyes to Mando, his to yours. He's just as stuck as you. Eyes now back on the Child, he flops. The wound completely healed, Karga saved. You hug the Child. He’s so brave, so so brave. You’re proud of him, in a weird parent-y way. A heavy sigh leaves his mouth as he falls into a comfortable sleep.

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Cara turns to you, trying to keep out of earshot of Mando. “You think they’re having second thoughts?” She asks. You don’t know why she’s asking you, but you think of a reply anyway. You’d noticed since last night that Karga’s energy has changed… he’s acting differently. Those sinister feelings have now gone; he’s just tense, but not in a way that you feel threatened. It’s odd…

“They could be… but I think Karga has something planned. I need your eyes” you whisper back, you’re glad to have Cara trusting you now.

“I'm watching” She nudges your arm, bringing your attention to her. She smiles, gives a slight nod and then steps back to where she was originally walking.

___

You’d been walking for a good 40 minutes now, the sun just starting to burn your cheeks again. You’re dazed from the heat, but you don’t miss the two guards who are now walking a little too close to the back of the group. You keep on your toes, honing in your focus so you can read their energies. Somethings off… You feel it as it happens. One of the bounties blasters safety button clicks and you’re already turning, grabbing the knife from your thigh and planting it into his neck. The other drops just as you’re turning to throw the knife. You turn, smoke sizzled from the other guard's chest. That wasn’t Mando or Cara… so it must’ve been -

Karga.

Mando’s eyes are trained on you. You hope he’s not pissed for acting out of order, even considering you’d just stopped an ambush.

“There's something you should know,” bit late to leave it now! “The plan was to kill you and take the kid. But after what happened last night I couldn't go through with it,” You shift back round, fingers flexing over the grip of the combat knife Mando had given you, holding it in a way you can launch it if Karga tries anything. Mando had broken his gaze from you and Cara had her blaster drawn on Karga now, he’s outnumbered. “Go on, you can gun me down here and now, and it wouldn't violate the Code. But if you do, this child will never be safe”

Cara jerks, “We'll take our chances!”

“The Imperial client is obsessed with obtaining this asset. You tried to run, but where did it get you?” Karga pleads to all of you.

“This is ridiculous!” Cara snides, turning to you, eyes hinting for you to back her up.

“Perhaps you should let him speak,” Kuill says calmly, like always.

“Listen. We both need the client to be eliminated. Let me take the Child to him, and then you two—“ Karga’s cut off by Mando.

“No.” Deadly. Mando’s not budging

“Let's just kill him and get outta here!” Your eyes dart to Cara in exasperation. You recognise that this could get very easily out of hand, Cara’s finger twitches on the trigger.

“That’s not going to fix anything,” you say, taking in the situation. Your head is working at a million lightyears an hour, calculating all the different possibilities and weighing everything up. “He’s right-”

Cara cuts you off “what are you doing?” By the tone of her voice, she almost sounds betrayed.

“As long as the Kids hunters are about he’ll send people after him, he’s persistent, you know this” your plea directed at both Mando and Cara.

“It's a trap! Are you having a laugh?” She’s practically reeling now.

“Bring me” Mando interrupts. You know where he’s going with this.

“Bring you?” Karga sounds surprised. Did Karga just think we’d hand the child over just like that? Over my dead body.

“Tell him you captured me. Get me close to him, and I'll kill him” Mando offers. You glance at him. The plan now starting to click silently into place between the both of you, communicating on a telepathic level through just one another's gaze.

“That's a good idea. Gimme your blaster and your knife” Karga says, walking over to Mando and you. He’s caught onto what you and Mando are getting at.

"This is insane!” She’s growling at you now, she can’t believe what’s happening.

“It's the only way,” Mando says. It’s the sad truth, this was the only way we’d get remotely close enough to have even a chance.

“Well, I'm coming with you too” She drops the blaster, reaching around to place it behind her back. Cara’s not leaving the both of you, and secretly you know you’ll need help.

“No, no…no” Karga drifts for a second in thought, “That would make them suspicious”

“Tell them she caught us, that way she comes with us and the kid goes back to the ship with Kuill” You reason, this being the safest plan of action you can think of. Your tactical training from your previous life coming into play now.

"But without the Child, none of this works?” Karga questions, and before anyone can try conjuring a different plan, you explain.

“Kuill” You turn to him, his eyes now on you “Ride back to the Ship with the Child and seal yourself inside, engage all the security controls. That should hold up while we're gone.” He nods and starts moving away to begin his new mission. He chucks Mando a comlink. “If we close the lid on his pod they won’t be able to tell the Kid isn’t there. If we can make it into the meeting room without raising suspicion, we might have a-,“ you pause, stopping yourself from speaking your anxieties out loud, “we will have a chance.” You try to sell your confidence to the group and it seems to work.

“I will keep the child safe.” Kuill nods at Mando, who has stayed suspiciously quiet. He then turns to Cara, “Don't forget to cover your stripes”

“Let's go” you nod to Karga. He reaches behind him and grabs a set of cuffs whilst you grab some from the now cold body behind you. When you started today you definitely did not picture both you and Mando ending up in handcuffs.

You begin walking towards the town in the distance.

The weight of the situation is finally dawning on you. You’re practically handing yourself over to this mysterious ex-imp blood-mongerer with open arms. You haven’t known Karga long and you’re not sure if you can trust him, but if Mando trusts him, then so do you. You start to run through possible outcomes. Do you shoot the guy if he gets out of hand? How do you know if Mando wants you to stay quiet or interject? You know that he’s confident in himself, but you also know how quickly things can turn. The last thing you want is to end up in a firefight completely outnumbered, facing ex-imp forces. The fact that they were meant to be wiped out but are still working behind the scenes is enough to arouse any suspicion, so you can’t take anything for granted. Who knows where this could go…

After about 10 minutes or so, a whispered vocoded voice breaks your focus, “Hey…” he’s looking at you, but you don’t turn to look, focusing your glare forwards “I had that covered back there…”

You smirk a little. He so did not have it covered back there. He hadn’t even moved to grab his blaster by the time the guard was dropping to the floor.

“Yeah, sure looked like it,” You add a little sprinkling of sarcasm to this. Surely he’s not that egotistical.

“I'm joking,” You catch a hiccup of a laugh on the end of his breath, this brings your attention to him, “Thank-you,” You furrow your brow at his admission… is this the right Mando? A blush threatens to pepper your cheeks so you look down at the floor, “You were good back there, any more fancy tricks you want to tell me about?” It almost sounds flirty, but you brush it off.

“Wheres the fun in that?” You replied back in a playful way, turning your head towards him at the end of the sentence. Your eyes met his heavy gaze, marked by the smug smirk crowning your lips.

And for the first time, you hear a proper laugh. It’s sweet, like honey, and it warms your nervous chest, pulling a genuine smile from you. You liked the sound of his laugh, even through the metal filter. Maybe he did have a heart after all. You giggle back, nudging his arm with your elbow almost like a cheeky punch. He returns your contact with his, and the two of you laugh together. You knew then that you’d cherish this moment forever, it was golden, rich in flavour. But what made it all that much sweeter was the fact that it was finally your moment.

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The walkthrough town had brought you back into your focus. You knew this was going to be hard but talk about the understatement of the century… you’d counted 32 stormtroopers and not even entered the building. Even Mando’s nerves were beginning to show by the time you were sat at the client's table. The older man, who you presumed was the client made some snide remark about Beskar and its craftsmanship, but you didn’t take much notice into what he was saying. You were busy eyeing up the troopers and thinking of an escape plan. Karga had your knife, but only the one on your thigh, you still had the other one that was strapped beneath your binder and the two pouches of throwing knives too. You could do it, you could take him out right now. But you hesitated, Mando hadn’t given you the go-ahead. Why? Now’s the time… we’re wasting time! To your left the old man now stood hunched over a table, his head focused on the Holo-Computer. You notice Mando had squeezed out of his cuffs underneath the table. You began to do the same but the next words stopped you in your tracks. A name you never wanted to hear…

“Yes, Moff Gideon”

How… you thought he was dead? He was wanted for war crimes? The Republic told you he’d been dealt with on one of your old missions, but you never saw the body so you assumed someone else had got him. Obviously not.

“Yes, they have. It’s currently sleeping” Chides the old man. He didn’t know how wrong he was.

“You may want to check again.” Comes the secondary voice, and you feel it, the similar buzz of pre-emption that has saved your skin more times than you can count. Grabbing Mando’s hand you slide out of the table to the right, pulling him with you, slipping the cuffs off of your right hand in the process. Blaster shots ring the room and the old man drops.

Mando’s now on top of you, his hands either side of your head, his helm only centimetres away from you. You freeze in the moment. His heat was suffocating, but you didn’t mind. You felt comfortable, safe…odd. “Now isn’t the time for romantics, c’mon, get up!” Cara shouts before you can think any further. You both roll opposite ways, working in conjunction with one another. Looking up you spot two troopers bringing their blasters up to fire at you. You’d experienced this scenario more times than you could count. 2 versus 1… you liked these odds. You grinned, time for the fun to begin.

You pulled the Beskar combat knife from your chest, bringing it into a reverse grip. Lurching forwards you closed the distance between your targets. You knew that if you got close enough they wouldn’t shoot. You swung your right arm up then down across the left troopers closest forearm. They dropped to their knees in pain as crimson red stained their white armour. Turning quickly you dodged the others fist, shoulder dipping to the right, bringing you to face their back. You plunged the knife right into the exposed skin on the nape of their neck. The other trooper went to pull your legs but you kicked his damaged forearm to the ground, now placing your weight onto it. The first soldier screamed as the helmet of the other soldier you’d just swiftly dealt with dropped to meet his gaze, the shock short-lived as you finished the job. Sensing another blaster moving in your direction, you dropped onto your back. The shot fired, slipping through the air where your chest had just been. Swinging your legs up, you pulled two throwing knives from the punches on your hips. Pushing off with your hands at your head, you launch back up, using the momentum to catapult the throwing knives forward and bring you up into a crouching stance; the two other troopers on the opposite end of the room dropping with a thud. Yeah, I still got it.

Mando’s back was to you, and once he’d realised what happened he turned his head. He wasn’t even given a chance to fight, you’d already dealt with the situation.

“How did you-… wha…” He stuttered, completely dumbstruck with what just happened. He knew you were good, but not that good.

“I liked the odds,” You said, shoulders shrugging. You turned to Karga who was braced against a wall. You gestured to your knife that shook precariously in his hand, his gaze on you dumbfounded. You moved your arm up and encouraged him to chuck it to you. He didn’t hesitate to do what you asked and you caught it with your left hand. Reaching down you retrieved the other knife from the troopers neck, wiping the blood off of the blade and onto the body of the trooper. Suddenly realising what exactly was going on, Mando grabbed the comlink, his platonic gaze leaving you as you made haste for cover.

“Are you back to the ship yet?” He shouted to Kuill, not even attempting to hide the panic in his voice. He’d realised how much the situation had escalated.

“Not yet” Kuill replied, the comlink crackling due to the distance. He really needed to hurry, every second counted.

“Get back to the ship and bail! Get the kid out of here. We're pinned down!” And he closed the line. Kuill got the picture, you hoped.

“You have something I want.” Comes Gideon’s voice. You’d recognise it from anywhere.

“Who is this guy?” Cara eyes you, she wants answers, now.

“You may think you have some idea of what you are in possession of. But you do not.” Oh he always was one for dramatics. “In a few moments, it will be mine” Cara’s staring at you now, searching your eyes for answers, but you don’t have any answers. You thought that he was dead 5 minutes ago, your world’s been turned upside down too. “It means more to me than you will ever know” Yeah sure, bring it on.

“Try the sewers” Mando huffed, “the Mandalorian’s have a covert down in the sewers. If we can get down there, they can help us escape” He pauses for a second, turning his head slowly. It looks like he’s scanning for something. “Right, there, the vent!” He points to the far right corner of the room. Karga and Mando run over, you join Cara on the opposite pillar to the cantina, the window now to your left.

Cara nods her head towards the window, “They’re setting up an E-Web…” You automatically shrink a little, knowing the destruction that you’re yet to face. That's not good. Not good at all.

“Ugh, Mando… think you can hurry up on that vent?” You shout to him, your eyes staying fixed on the E-Web and white sea of troopers outside.

“What do you think I’m doing!” He shouts back, obviously displeased at your distasteful trope.

“Look, I know that you probably take pride in your stamina but now really isn’t the time!” You joke, trying to bring the mood up a little. You’d always joked in your head when things didn’t go to plan, it was a way for you to cope; sometimes making crude jokes to yourself would even help you focus. Might as well have a bit of fun. You’re not so confident that you’re gonna get out of this anymore. Unfortunately, the joke fell short.

“Oh” You hear a slight modulated chuckle, “When we get out of here I swear to the maker I’m gonna make you regret that” The irritation is overt. But some sick part of you took that completely wrong way, and now you want to know what exactly he’d do. The motivation to get out of here is now a little stronger. You’re cut from your inappropriate thought by Gideon.

“Your astute panic suggests that you understand your situation. I would prefer to avoid any further violence and encourage a moment of consideration. Members of my escort have completed assembly of an E-Web heavy repeating blaster.”

You roll your eyes to Cara, cut to the chase, although your internal humour is cut short, “If you are unfamiliar with this weapon, I am sure that Republican Shock Trooper Carasynthia Dune of Alderaan will advise you that she has witnessed many of her ranks vaporised mid-descent facing the predecessor of this particular model” Oh no, this isn’t good, this isn’t good at all.

“Or perhaps the decommissioned Mandalorian hunter, Din Djarin, has heard the songs of the Siege of Mandalore…” Din Djarin, is that��oh no “…when gunships outfitted with similar ordnance laid waste to fields of Mandalorian recruits in The Night of a Thousand Tears. I advise disgraced Magistrate Greef Karga to search the wisdom of his years and urge you to lay down your arms and come outside.”

This couldn’t get any worse. Din… it even felt wrong thinking his name, let alone knowing it. It was forbidden, and his rights, his religion, his creed had just been publicly disrespected by Gideon. The damage was irreparable. Oh, it’s on, I'm— your mental monologue is interrupted.

“Oh, don’t think I didn’t notice you, sweetheart.” He says your name, “Can’t forget you can I? The Master Assassin that went rogue, who murdered a republican official in cold blood. A coveted war hero. Oh no,” you hear a dramatic chuckle, “you're the best of this bunch! It’s a shame really, I always regretted destroying that switch, we could’ve used your…expertise”

So it was him. All this time, he’d been the one that did this to you, caused you this pain, suffering. But for what?

You looked up at Cara, who’s eyes were wide. She knew there wasn’t much hope now. He’s got the high ground. Turning further, Din caught your attention. His T visor was glaring you down from across the room. His body was slack. You knew why you could feel it. You wanted to apologise to him, do anything you could to take that pain away. You knew it was sacred. Tears pricked your eyes. All this information was too much. This couldn’t be happening.

“The structure you are trapped in will be razed in short order and your storied lives will come to an unceremonious end.”

Karga bartered with Gideon, trying to find time whilst Mando returns to the sewer situation.

“Who is he?” Cara asked you, her voice shaky with dwindling control.

“It’s Moff Gideon.” Mando cuts you before you can reply, “I know who he is. I wasn’t born on Mandalore, I was found as a Child. They raised me as a foundling in the Fighting Corps. I was treated as one of their own. When I came of age, I was sworn to the Creed. The only record of my family name was in the registers of Mandalore. Moff Gideon was an ISB Officer during the purge. That's how I know it's him.”

You try to cut the information from your head, not wanting to invade anymore into his life. Enough had been revealed today, you weren’t going to take it from him unless he really wanted you to know.

Then, you think you’re hearing things. The sound of blaster fire, but it wasn’t shooting at any of you…

“Look!” Cara shouts, and like the shining knight in the armour he is, IG speeds around the corner, taking out swathes of troopers with his grand entrance.

“Cover me!” Mando shouts to you. The order kicks a switch in you and you’re doing as you’re told without hesitation. You push through the door, instantly dealing with the trooper directly in-front of you with a metal shard. Mando takes out the guard who had been hiding on the corner block to the building. How’d you miss them? No stupid mistakes. You turned to Mando, nodding as you smirked, “Thanks.”

“Guess I’m not completely useless then.” He jokes before running to the left. Now you’re confused, this man was completely unpredictable. He jumped up behind the E-Web cannon as IG took out more troopers, and all you could do was watch in awe as this incredible force of nature did what he did best. The smile that had grown on your face was short-lived as you saw a trooper aiming for his back. Jumping into action you started working alongside him, like a team. In those moments it felt like you’d always worked together, you knew what the other was going to do before they did it, you’d clicked. Out of all the times you could admit to harbouring feelings towards someone, you chose this moment to acknowledge the man next to you. And the moment couldn’t have been better.

You work with a familiar fluidity, your body on autopilot as you take out troopers one by one. Mando took the further ones down with the machine gun whilst you dealt with those at close range using the throwing daggers he’d given to you, not missing a single target. Open combat like this was never something you wanted to do; you liked working alone in the shadows and avoiding mass direct confrontation at all costs, but if this is what it was like to work as a team with someone, to watch your back while you watched theirs, then by god had you been missing out on the fun.

Like a train, the all-too-familiar feeling hits you. Somethings about to happen, you can sense it. Turning a 180, your back to Mando’s, you see Gideon aiming his blaster. Without thinking you launch two shards at him. With the flick of his wrist one flies away, the other scraping his shoulder. The injury just enough to avert his aim slightly, the blaster shot pinging off of the corner of Mando’s pauldron. But he’s not done. You run forward, sliding to the floor to avoid the blaster which was now trained on you. Grabbing two more blades you catapult them towards Gideon, but he just waves them away. His eyes avert from yours, now fixed on a box just off from Mando’s location. On the ground, you turn, following his line of sight. And then you realise. It’s too late. Mando’s sent flying, the explosion from the E-Web power box knocking him against the wall of the cantina just under the window. You scream, scrambling to get up but Gideon has you by the neck in a force choke. You can only watch as Cara drags Mando back inside, glad that he’s now out of Gideon’s reach.

“Oh, simple mistakes. You should know not to turn your back on your opponent,” Gideon chides, laughing as he admired his handiwork. You were dangling about half a foot off the ground, struggling for air. You still had free movement of your limbs and your hands went up to your neck in an attempt to release the pressure, now beginning to shake with bubbling anxiety. Your efforts were in vain.

“I had great pleasure in working with you on our little project. You were my number one to bet on. Your hard work bought me this,” you heard a slight ruffling coming from behind, but didn’t see the black hilt he held in his free hand, “If only you were more compliant we wouldn’t have had to dispose of you. Shame really, such a waste.” His words ripped into you. The manipulation, the torture, the pain, all now coming out in this one moment. It was overwhelming. You’ve never felt emotion so strongly in your life and you hated that it was because of him, because he was controlling you. This was it. Everything you’d done, and it ended like this.

No.

You relaxed, taking a steady breath. Close your eyes, breathe. In, out, in out.

Now .

And with a swift twist, you’d brought your right hand down under your lifted left leg, firing the dagger you’d discreetly hidden up your sleeve from earlier through your legs. You didn’t miss. The pressure around your neck dropped. Choking you turned your head back, trying to hold the composure you still had left. Gideon’s wild stare returned yours, but this time around his eyes were the ones swimming in fear. You controlled him now. He was on his back clutching his stomach just to the right, the blood hidden by his dark uniform. Looking away you pushed yourself up. Slightly dizzy at the blood rushing back to your head you blinked aggressively, but your thoughts became clear as day. You unsheathed both knives. Gideon struggled backwards in the dirt but was slowly pinned down by you as you straddled him, one knee to the floor and the other at a right angle. You leant over. You weren’t shaking now, you were calm, yet furious. You brought them to a crisscrossed conjunction at his neck.

Your eyes met his.

Do it. Give in. Feed the temptation.

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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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Gavin - ‘We can't. I'm your boss’

For @ctaishy

Prompts: Tie, Dirty talk, Office

"For some reason, I'm attracted to you.", "We can't. I'm your boss.”

So in this the OC is called Luna, and is an employee of Gavin’s at the police force. Gavin x OC.

Smut and NSFW

(THE ENDING DOES HAS SLIGHT PLOT SPOILERS IN RELEVANCE TO CHAPTER 13 SO THERE WILL BE A WARNING AND CUT BEFORE IT, PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOUR NOT AT THIS POINT IN THE GAME)

"We can't. I'm your boss,” Rang clearly through your head. You had made such a fool of yourself! Gavin was your superior, how could you even make a suggestion to him. You just wanted to curl up and hide forever. This wasn’t Gavin who you vaguely remembered from high school, this was Gavin, your boss. Sinking into your office chair you lean your head against your desk hoping to be swallowed whole.

You had been flirting with him ever since you laid eyes on him, at first it was innocent his cheeks blushing at each comment, until he started flirting back. You grew closer, becoming slightly more than co-workers outside of work. A sexual tension between the two of you burning or at least you thought it was, but his clear reaction earlier gave you everything you needed.

You had asked him out for a few drinks after work, just the pair of you, hoping to have some one-on-one time with the officer. Only to be shot down with those five words. You nodded and dashed out his office before he could say anything more, furthering your embarrassment.

“Luna?” His voice drawn you out of your self pitying willow and you looked up to see him standing over you. He didn’t even have to do anything and yet he seemed so handsome. His shirt clung to his chest as his muscles were visibly. traceable and you wanted nothing more to rip it off and lick them.

“I have a meeting but can you stay after work, so we can talk about earlier?” He asks, oh shit he’s going to fire you. God dammit your lust had ruined your job. You give a nod before turning to some documents on your desk. Once Gavin was out of your sight you banged your head off the desk, you idiot, you utter idiot.

You watched as the clock hit 5:30, the office was now empty and Gavin’s meeting should be finished soon. You took a deep breath and stood up from your chair, pacing the shared office space where you was currently residing.

“Do you want to come to my office,” Gavins voice said from behind you, you hadn’t realised he was there. You gave him a meek nod before following him. As he sat at his deck, you shut the door and took a deep breath.

“If this is about earlier, I stepped out of line I’m so sorry, please, please please, please don’t fire me,” You blurted out and Gavin stared at you shocked.

“Fire you? I’m not going to fire you,”. Oh thank god.

“Your not? Then what am I doing here?” And you take a step towards his desk, relaxing slightly.

“I’m in a situation and I need your help,” As he sat up leaning over his desk.

“Oh?” You took a step closer, the desk was the only thing between you.

“See I’m your boss,”

“Right…”

“And even though I’m your boss, and I know it’s wrong, but for some reason I’m attracted to you,”. You face flushed at his words, he felt the same way about you as you did to him. The sexual tension between you was heavy, it could be cut with a knife.

“Your offer earlier threw me off guard, I crave you Luna, I really do,” His eyes were glazing over with lust.

“Well that if, we have one night together, no-one has to know,” You say a hint of red of your cheeks as you slowly undid your officer's shirt, revealing the candy pink bra underneath either. Normally you would never dream of being this bold, but Gavin was there, this moment would most likely never come again and you had to reach for it.

“Oh god, I’ve made a fool of myself again, I’m sorry I’ll-” You say in embarrassment to Gavins stunned silence. As you turned to leave, he had gotten up from his desk and grabbed you pulling you back into his chest. He doesn’t say a word and his lips meet yours in a passionate frenzy. Articles of clothes go flying across his office until you're both standing there in your underwear, your skin flushed slightly.

As his lips delved against your, his tongue forcing its way in your mouth as his growing erection presses deeply into you. His hands trace over your naked breasts, stroking before squeezing your nipples. You let out a little cry, your fingernails digging into his biceps leaving small moon crescents into his skin. One finger traces down your stomach whilst the other grabs the tie off his desk, bringing your hands together he binds them with his tie before laying you down on his desk, your bound hands above your head. His hands trace up your thighs before hooking over your panties and flinging them over his shoulder before spreading your legs and settling his head between them.

“So wet, so sweet,” He hums against you, pressing kisses to the top of your thighs before his tongue makes circular movements against your clit. You moan softly, engaged in the pleasure his mouth is bringing you, as your hands want nothing more to cling to his hair. Your fingers dig into your hands as your hips squirm around, almost riding against his face. He holds your hips still as he delves deeper between your slit, whispering sweet words against you.

“Gav-in~ I-I’m gonna~” You moan as your walls begin to tighten, the intense ball in your stomach tightening. Cursing heavily his movements become more desperate, determined to get you off. Your back arches off the desk and you crumble, releasing against his mouth, as you cry out with moans.

Your legs tremble and you shuffle slightly as he stands up dropping his boxers, a gasp leaving your mouth at what he is packing, this man is a blessing. He strokes himself a few times as he reaches into a draw, first subtly but then frantically.

“I have the birth control injection,” You whisper and you hear the sigh of relief in his voice. He lines up to you, and begins to push himself into you, inch by inch, you curse at the sensation still sensitive from your orgasm moments ago. He curses at how you feel around him, commenting how tight you are before he begins to thrust. As your back arches, his hands slip under your lower back and hold you there, allowing him a deeper angle to thrust with. Each thrust becomes more frantic, both of you chasing a high of pleasure, your legs thrown over his shoulders causing you to cry out from the sensation. Anyone who walked past his office would hear your cries of pleasure but you didn’t care. You was close, but Gavin was closer, your arms thrashed over your head wanting to reach down and help yourself achieve climax. Luckily he took the hint and moved a hand from under your back to make a zigzag shape over your clit, that warm sensation tingling through your body. The stringing cries of ‘yes’ fell from your mouth and you tightened once more before pulsing around him. He groaned, trying to keep his posture whilst you came around him but pulled out, pumping himself as he came on your thighs. You both panted and rejoiced in your afterglow before he undid the tie around your wrists. You was quick to clean up his spilled mess, now mixed with your leaking essence before dressing and sorting out your hair. You gave each other a sweet smile and a small lingering kiss, before he walked you home.

(Spoilers for story from Chapter 13 below)

After your passionate night with Gavin, you kept a healthy working balance with subtle flirting through messages and notes. It made your race even time you saw his name and you thought things might actually go somewhere. That was until it stopped. The messages, the phone calls, the notes all vanished overnight, Gavin became less available at work, seeing him only rarely. Your texts were ignored, the man just disappeared, leaving you slightly heart broken.

One day when you knew he was in his office you knocked on the door and entered and that was when you saw her… Bella. The girl Gavin had been infatuated with ever since high-school, standing in-front of his desk, giggling like a child at everything he said. The girl who made it very obvious he was in the ‘friend-zone’ but he still running to her with a click of her fingers. Your heart sank and you realised this is why he had ignored you because she was back in his life.

Brushing off the disruption making up an excuse to say you was informing him of leaving early today you quickly departed with tears beginning to well up in your eyes. You felt cheap, used and forgotten about all because of her. But you wouldn’t let this little tart get away with it, stealing Gavin away from you. You pulled out your phone, re-reading a message, ‘Black Swan is always looking for recruits’. You swallow before dialling a number, ‘Lucien, I’m in, the bitch needs to go’.

#mlqc #mlqc spoilers #mlqc smut #mlqc gavin #mr love gavin #mr love queen's choice gavin #gavin smut #mr love #mr love queen's choice

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 4 years

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Hello! I'm pretty sure I saw you mention a while ago that you were disappointed by confessions of the fox, would you mind explaining why? I've seen mostly good things about it myself. If I misremembered then I'm sorry and I hope you have a good day :))

I think this is one of my less popular opinions. And I understand - we so rarely get historical fiction with trans folk as the titular character (indeed, we rarely get any fiction what that). So I get people’s desire to laud it.

For me though? It fundamentally didn’t work as a book. As a story.

Let me count the ways. (Apologies in advance for the length of this.)

First: If you’re trans-ing someone who was historically cis instead of seeking to find a real, historical trans or gender-nonconforming person, I have questions.

Most of the questions can be summed up as: Why?

I struggle with historical fiction that takes a cis person and re-imagines them as trans as if there aren’t already literal historical, real trans people out there whose stories can be told. It smacks as (unintended, well meaning) erasure of lived experiences.

Jack Sheppard, to the best of our knowledge, was a cis dude. There were trans folk in London in the 1710s and ‘20s. You might have to dig a bit for them, but they’re there. Because trans folk have always been there.

Second: Characterisation

This is more personal taste, but I found Jack and his girlfriend Bess to be inexcusably boring. How a trans, thief and gaolbreaker in 1720s gin-soaked London can be written as boring is anyone’s guess. But he was.

Jack had no real personality and I found his story to be uninteresting. Oh, he’s the world’s best thief and gaolbreaker, that’s nice. But on its own it isn’t enough.

He had few to no faults. Childhood trauma isn’t a personality. Nor is being trans. And the author relies heavily on gender + occupation (thief-ness) to equal personality. So it falls very flat.

Bess, his girlfriend, is a mixed-race sex worker from the Fens (even though actual real-Bess was from Edgeware). She seems to only exist to demonstrate that Jack is good at sex. She also veers a little into the Mystical Woman of Colour Healer Who Aids The White Person on their Journey of Self Discovery trope.

Neither Bess nor Jack undergo any real change in the book. They exist in a weird stasis and experience no development, despite living through some harrowing things. They’re wooden dolls who move through the story without really engaging with, or being influenced by, the things around them.

The other “main” character is a modern Academic who “found” this supposed “manuscript” of Jack’s life and is annotating it. His story unfolds in the foot notes and it’s just so messy if not a bit contrived. It didn’t make sense. I think the author was trying to convey that the Academic was in a sort of dystopian future, but if that’s the case it didn’t work. And if that’s not the case, the entire inclusion of the Academic’s story served only to annoy and take me out of the reading experience.

E.g. There’s a scene where the Academic is being taken to task by the Dean for playing stupid games on his phone during office hours and like honey, lapsed-historian/academic here, trust me the Dean doesn’t give a fuck what you do during your office hours so long as you’re in your office and students can come bother you about their poor marks.

The manuscript is supposedly being sought after by this pharmaceutical company for nefarious reasons that never struck me as being entirely realistic/believable. Also, the university was spying on this non-tenured, slightly useless Academic as if he somehow mattered? Which made zero sense. Anyway, it was stupid and should have been ripped out of the final version. OR changed substantially.

Jonathan Wild, the thief taker (main antagonist to Jack), is probably the only interesting person.

Third: Lack of Follow Through, or, the Fabulism Was Not Used Well

The book tries to blend in some fabulism to the world by giving Jack the ability to “hear” the thoughts of inanimate objects. This could have been fun and gone to some interesting places, but it failed to deliver.

I personally found the shoe-horning in of “capitalism commodifies everything” to be sloppy and heavy handed. It was done with little grace and didn’t sit right given that we are dealing with the early modern period. Yes, you can use the past to critique our modern woes, but do it intelligently. Don’t slap modern points of view and understandings of things onto the past and expect them to make sense.

Anyway, Jack spends the book hearing inanimate objects talk to him, asking him to “free” them, or something. And uh .. .it doesn’t go anywhere interesting after that.

Also the correlation one can draw from these objects to, you know, slaves, is uncomfortable. Especially as it’s the cargo of the EIC ships that Jack hears. I don’t think it’s intended in any sort of malicious way, but the allusion is there and I always found it to be distinctly uncomfortable.

Fourth: Misuse of Marxist Theory, or, More Heavy Handed Moralizing that Annoyed the Dear Reader because it wasn’t subtle and, more importantly, it wasn’t done intelligently.

So, the author is an academic - studies 18th century lit. Which is readily apparent as his Academic (self-insert) character is, I believe, supposed to be a historian and uh ... you can tell that the author doesn’t know enough to wing that. E.g. How he interprets some of the laws and customs of the time. Instead of understanding the social, economic and, most importantly, environmental issues that gave birth to laws like “the corporation of the city of London owns the streets so you can’t muckrake” he chooses to understand them through a very 21st century lens (and a Marxist one at that. I know I’m perhaps a bit uncool for this, but I find the application of Marxist theory to the early modern period to be ... not useful).

Do you know why, mid/late 17th century London passed these municipal laws? Because of the god damn fucking plague you numb nut. You absolute buffoon. It had nothing to do with “oh the City/government is evil and wants to own you” it had to do with the fact that no one cleaned the goddamn street. So the city took over doing it.

Prior to this, in London, you were supposed to keep the street in front of your building clear of waste, debris, refuse etc. No one did this, of course. I live where it’s cold and snows a lot and people can barely shovel the 2 sq ft of sidewalk in front of their driveway in the winter. I dread the idea of an average homeowner being expected to keep the street clear and clean.

Anyway, guess what dirty streets attract? Vermin. Guess what comes with vermin? Plague. Guess what happened in 1665/66? The great plague of London!

17th century England might not have understood germ theory, but they did understand correlation. (Also, the population of London was doubling at the back half of the 17th century and streets needed to be reliably cleared for through-traffic reasons etc. etc.)

ugh, sorry, that one in particular drove me up the wall. Not everything is a capitalist conspiracy. Especially when we’re talking about municipal by-laws from the 17th century.

And I understand the temptation to read a lot of modern interpretation of words like “corporation” and “company” onto bodies that used these same words in 17th and 18th centuries. But the weight, meaning and connotation of “the worshipful company of merchant adventurers” is different from, I don’t know, “the tech company google” or whatever. The early 18th century is when we start seeing the birth of the stock market, of “venture companies” (i.e. merchant adventure companies), of a lot of the language and proto-iterations of what will grow to be economic institutions of our time. But it doesn’t mean they’re the same and that difference is important. Because Jack Sheppard is a man living in 1720 he’s not going to be having our modern 21st century critiques of capitalism because his engagement with the economic systems of his time would have been radically different to our own experiences.

Fifth: Unbelievable Top Surgery & Recovery

So, Jack gets top surgery. In 1720s fever-ridden London. While quarantining in a brothel.

And he lived! No infection! No tearing! He was up and about in a matter of days. I don’t remember if his nipples survived the operation or not but somehow Jack did. Without anesthetics! Or you know, any concept of hygiene.

His Mystical Girlfriend Who Exists to Show How Good Jack is at Sex is also somehow Magically Very Literate and also Magically a Surgeon? and performs this surgery on Jack in the middle of a plague.

The entire ordeal was so poorly handled in terms of believability that I literally set the book down and said “what the fucking fuck” to the empty room then drank wine before finishing the chapter.

An aside, it is funny thinking about the quarantine chapters at this point. I read COTF when it first came out a few years ago. Sweet summer children, we none of us had any idea how to write quarantine scenes.

That reminds me: the entire quarantine thing was presented as the government trying to control movement and take away people’s rights etc. instead of a very normal, typical response that cities had been enacting since 1350. Samuel Pepys, who lived through the 1665/66 epidemic, barely even notes the restrictions. He’s like just “hmmm I’d love to go to the pub but I also don’t want to die. so. *shrug*”

At the time of the author’s writing, most of us in the western world had no idea how normal and day-to-day disease was for our ancestors and yes, sometimes there would be crackdowns to try and curb it if an epidemic hit. That was part and parcel of life. So again, Jack and Bess wouldn’t be like “ooooh we’re 21st century slightly libertarian lefitsts who think the government is doing this to control us and for nefarious purposes”. Much more likely, they would have been like Pepys and viewed it as nuisance, albeit a necessary one.

Sixth: Overall Lack of Realism

I think I’ve noted the big moments where I was like “no one in the early 18th century would think that I’m pretty certain”. This isn’t to say people didn’t grouse, complain about London government (and the king etc.), critique or question the world they lived in. They absolutely did! Regularly. With great verve and gusto, if the broadsheets are anything to go by. But their critiques, their complaints, suggestions for bettering life, are not the same as ours. Because how could they be? They lived in a different world, were responding to specific things, grew up hearing and believing certain things etc.

Jack, aside from having minimal to no character, really did read like a modern slightly-libertarian leftist who was plunked into a novel that takes place three hundred years ago.

In addition to unrealistic political views, his understanding of body, gender, sexuality and identity also read as incredibly modern. Now this is harder, because we have so few extant sources from that time on those who lived non-gender conforming lives, and from their point of view, so yes creative imagining and interpretation is the rule of the day for writing that.

But, we do know how in general the average person engaged and understood gender and sexuality and that would, naturally, inform anyone whose experience was different. And that base line of “probably what a typical cis Englishman or woman felt about their body and identity” wasn’t present. At all.

Indeed, gender engagement at that time was interesting. The concept of the body, the role of the physical body, how it was interpreted is absolutely fascinating and the author could have done some really cool things with that. But he didn’t. He went for slapping a modern interpretation onto the past.

At this point, write a dystopian novel and make Jack a fictional character. That probably would have gone over better, for me at least. The conceit can remain the same: It’s the year 4056 and an Academic found a manuscript from the year 3045 when the Dystopia Was a Thing - and go from there.

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I think part of what made this very popular and why people seem so taken with it is that it reads smart. It reads like someone who has immersed themselves in that world etc. because of the slang and language used.

Yet, for me, as someone who has studied this period extensively, especially queerness in London in the late 17th and early 18th centuries, it read flat and unrealistic.

I was initially very enthused when I started it. There are some posts to that effect on my blog. But it very quickly went south. It tries very hard to be Radical and Smart and Subversive and Critiquing Everything and so I think it fails at the fundamental thing it should be doing: telling a good story.

(Note: The book does try and address racism in London at this time. It also felt a bit forced. And Jack seemed to have no prejudices or preconceived notions about Indian and Black folk which isn’t realistic. Like, it might make him #Problematic but my dude, you’re writing a man born in 1702. He’s going to have some iffy views. That can be challenged! Absolutely. But they still would have existed.)

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Thank you for the ask! I again apologize for the length of the reply.

#reply #ask #anon #lit #books #writing #confessions of the fox

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 4 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 84 Xs1) "14Hours"

@lovemythsworld

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@crystalbaby12

It feels good to have Colson's heavy body thrown over her when Luna wakes up. She closes her eyes, breathing him in. His scent is a mixture of weed, sandalwood, whiskey and a left over hint of the Jean Paul Gaultier cologne he wears. Laying in his arms, Luna doesn't ever want to move.

It's the knock on their door, that disturbs her bliss. Don's calling an hour before wheels up. They have a 14 hour ride from New Jersey to Chicago on Colson's day off. Fun.

"Mmmm... Kitten..." He moans lowly, pulling her closer to him.

Naked, Luna can feel his hard dick resting against her ass cheek. Colson nuzzles through her hair to the back of her neck. His light kiss gives her goosebumps.

"Morning, Bunny." She coos, bringing his hand up to her mouth to kiss it.

"You're up?" He asks surprised, slightly lifting his head.

"Mhmm." She murmurs as she rolls over to look at him.

"There's that beautiful face." He grins sleepily, pecking her lips.

"We got an hour... You wanna do it here or in the shower?" Luna asks as she adjusts under the weight of his leg over her waist.

"Both." He answers, lifting her face towards him by her chin.

Their kiss is deep and passionate. Both enjoying loving each other without the drama.

Colson moves his leg to run his fingers down the curve of Luna's body. Making her twitch from his light touch. Dipping his fingers between her folds, he grins wider.

"Dirty girl." He comments on her already wet pussy.

Drawing her in, she slides her leg over his waist. Colson lazily fucks Luna on their sides. Facing each other, Colson watches Luna's pleased expressions in the morning sun. They're quiet, except for their moans.

"Fuck I missed her..." Colson's heart thinks as his dick throbs inside of Luna.

Pulling him closer by his shoulders. She shifts her hips up, matching his rhythm. Kissing each other's mouths and bodies while they easily cum for the other. Bodies going weak. Heads light.

"Good thing I'm fucking marrying you..." Luna breathes out, once she rolls over. Splaying her body across Colson and the bed.

"Why's that?" He chuckles.

"Because your dick has seriously ruined me for anyone else!!" She laughs, rolling back onto his chest.

"Good. That means you'll never divorce me." He quips, kissing her head.

"Shut the fuck up." Luna laughs to his chuckle.

"Round two?" Colson asks.

"Burn as we get in?" She responds.

"THAT, is why you're the only woman who could ever be my wife." He states, sprinkling her face with kisses. "I fucking love you, Loons."

"Love YOU!" She grins as she slips out of their nest of blankets to roll a joint.

"You really are something else..." Colson muses over Luna like he did the night of his birthday.

"The ONLY, Bunny." She grins, leaning her naked body over to kiss him. "Ready?" She asks.

Lighting the joint and hitting it a few times before she passes it to Colson. Inhaling deeply, he exhales another I love You.

"Come on and love me in the shower." Luna coaxes.

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Luna and Colson walk into the lobby, free hands laced together. Everyone else is already there.

"Awwww... Did we make uuup?" Baze teases them.

"Shut up, Truck." Colson laughs as Luna rolls her eyes.

"Aww, coooome on... You know the kids don't like it when Mommy and Daddy fight." Baze laughs, throwing an arm around them each as he comes in between Colson and Luna.

"Ugh.. That's so gross..." Luna shudders as she tries to shake Baze off of her.

Luna has a Daddy Kink she's explored with Tommy but won't with Colson. It's Casie's fault. The first time she heard her call him Daddy, it weirded Luna the fuck out. Realizing in that moment he's actually someone's DAD, she just can't get passed it. Luna picturing Casie's face the one time she tried. Deciding NOPE. Right then and there. Plus, she's really not about that Kid Life. She loves Casie but the idea of being a mother makes her want to vomit.

"You don't wanna be somebody's Mommy?" Baze wiggles his head as he makes sucking noises.

Colson's laughing as Baze taunts Luna. She's still stuck under his arm.

"Fuuuck nooo." Luna says. Dipping down, under and away from him. "I ain't bringing any crotch dropplings into this fucked up world!"

They all look at her. Sam exploding into laughter, she's heard Luna's rant about kids before. Ashleigh turns and cocks her head to the side. Perplexed at Luna's vocabulary.

"Crotch dropplings, though!? That's one for the books, Loons." She laughs, shaking her head.

"Yo. My kids would be Assholes. True crotch dropplings." She replies, throwing her palms out.

The Boys can't help but giggle over her word. Luna's always spouting out some type of crazy fuckitude.

"Case isn't an Asshole..." Colson shakes his head, debating Luna as he slaps her ass.

"Oh." She hops and grins at his authority. "Yeah. Because of Emma. Anything WE.." Luna flicks her thumb between herself and soon to be husband. "Spit out, would be a straight up Dickhead. No doubt."

Colson rolls his eyes as he kisses the top of her head. He doesn't know if he wants another kid but half of him would bet he could get Luna to do it if he really wanted too. The other half of himself laughs "You're a Fucking idiot." Knowing Luna would never do anything she didn't want to because someone else did.

"Fucking crotch dropplings...?" He laughs. "Something's fucking wrong with you, yo."

Luna nods in agreement as her theory is met by laughter and talk of Truths and Facts from their friends as they all walk out together. Luggage in tow with wild theories of this imaginary kid drifting in the air.

Ashleigh informing Luna, that you don't SPIT them out as she laughs at her ridiculousness. Catching a shrug with an I Don't Know, Ashleigh rolls her eyes as they head to The Bus. Clearly Luna does not.

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Once settled, they burn and drink coffee as a group. None of them really breakfast eaters.

Ashleigh, Colson and Luna sit on one couch together. Luna's leg draped over Colson's thigh. Sam and The Boys are scattered around, chattering on about last night. They had hit a local bar with some of The Crew, closing the place down.

Ashleigh mentions the Massachusetts merch to Colson. Deciding on XL hoodies, she tells him they should be in by Thursday. Colson nods his head. Kissing Luna on the cheek, thanking her for the idea.

She tells him it's No Big Deal as she leans over for another kiss. Standing up, she tells them she's gonna call Monica before heading to the back of The Bus.

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Monica is not surprised by Luna's news but she is annoyed by it. Her client has always been a handful but this last month or so seems to have been a free for all. Monica scolds Luna on how she can't assault high profile people without consequences. That she's gotten really lucky and has to stop it.

Luna only pays her half a mind until Monica tells her she's nervous regarding Luna's other ventures. That she needs to be extra careful now that she's more publicly visible. They don't want ANY police looking at Luna for ANY reason.

Understanding, Luna agrees to Calm Her Tits. Apologizing to Monica for worrying her. They move on to the listings Monica sent Luna.

"Fuck... I totally forgot all about them. I'm sorry." She apologizes again.

Luna's digging under the bed as she continues to talk. Looking for something she grabbed in The City, she wants to bring it out when she's finished

"Maybe if you didn't spend so much time beating people up." Monica zings.

"Fuck you, Mon." She tells her, unamused.

Pleased when her hand touches the box, she pulls it out. Luna grins looking at her treasure.

"Alright, pass me to Ashleigh." Monica responds.

"Wait? What? For what?" Luna asks, caught off guard with a slight attitude.

"These NDAs... The fucking dual residency you asked for.... I don't know... Your non stop bullshit... What else would it be for, Jerk Off?" Monica deadpans to Luna.

Monica's choice of insult cracks Luna up. She truly appreciates anyone who speaks their mind.

"Okay... Okay... Fuck. I'm sorry." Luna laughs as she walks to the front of The Bus. "Here she is..."

"AND STOP FUCKING HITTING PEOPLE!!" Monica can be heard shouting from the phone as she hands her to Ashleigh.

"Jesus Christ." Colson looks at Luna with wide eyes.

"You think she wants me to stop hitting people?" She smirks as they both laugh.

Luna walks over to the table. Grabbing everyone's attention with a Yo, she shows them her prize.

Sam hangs back on the couch. They've already taste tested most of it.

"WORD!!!! We almost out. Good look, LunaTic!" Slim nods to her as he tosses her an elbow.

Luna steps to the side as they all come in to smell the different strains of bud and wax. Each highly impressed with the quality and grateful for the vegetation.

"Aight, Kitten... I see you." Colson says, wrapping his body around hers in approval.

"We got Backwoods?" She asks, referring to a particular cigar brand.

"I got the rig!" Rook shouts, lifting up the glass smoking apparatus.

He sets up it up on the counter, turning on the electric needle. Benny and AJ start rolling blunts as Baze and Colson twist up joints. Sam pulling together supplies for the wax.

"You and your bestie good?" Luna teases Ashleigh when she hands her back her phone..

"Yeah..." She laughs. "I'm gonna express her the NDA's and Kells water bill I got you on once we get to Chicago. She's ready to file the paperwork for the dual residency and needs it...."

"Shit, really? That was quick. Thank you." Luna kisses her on the cheek. "Anything else to do?" She asks to Ashleigh head shake. "Then let's get fucking HIGH, Bitch!" Luna laughs, showing her the case.

Once the rig is hot enough, they all take large dabs. Coughing until they almost choke. Setting the expensive glass piece to the side on the bumpy bus.

Luna sits on the floor between Colson's legs as she hits her first joint of their session. Ashleigh and Slim are on one couch with him. Benny, Baze and Sam on another. AJ's lounging in one of the chairs as Rook stretches out on his back on the floor near Luna.

Passing blunts and joints around, occasionally taking more dabs, they are getting high as FUCK.

"I wanna do a new cover with you..." Colson says in a low, stoned voice.

Turning to him, Luna asks what he's thinking. Hitting a blunt, he's quiet for a few minutes.

"You're All I Need?" He asks with red eyeballs.

"The Meth joint?" Slim asks with a scowl. "Nah, Dawg... I'm not feeling that one."

"Yeah..." Luna agrees with Slim. She has an idea. "You want fast or slow?" She asks.

"Hmmm... I don't know." He ponders.

There's so many blunts and joints going around, everyone has something in their hand at all times. Smoke filling The Bus.

Luna gets up and grabs her guitar. It's the acoustic one she made sure to pack. Sitting back down, crossed leg in front of Colson on the floor, she begins to strum.

"What about Sublime?" She asks. We could turn What I Got or Bad Fish into a duet..."

🎶When you grab ahold of me🎶

🎶You tell me that I'll never🎶

🎶Be set free🎶

🎶But I'm a parasite🎶

🎶Creep and crawl🎶

🎶I step into the night🎶

Luna sings, nodding for Colson to step in. He's sweet face lighting up as he does so.

🎶Two pints of booze🎶

🎶Tell me are you🎶

🎶Are you a BadFish too🎶

Luna slides in the second.

🎶Are you a BadFish too🎶

As Colson continues.

🎶Ain't got no money🎶

🎶To spend🎶

🎶I hope this night🎶

🎶Will never end🎶

They blend together. Eyes watching the other. Smiles playing on their lips as their voices harmonize simultaneously.

🎶Lord knows I'm weak🎶

🎶Won't somebody🎶

🎶Get me off of this reef🎶

Grinning at each other as Luna slides the guitar strings. Colson starts the next verse. Alternating with Luna every two. She backs him during the line.

🎶Underneath my bed🎶

Coming back together, they sing the ending chorus. By the second round, the whole bus is singing together.

🎶Ain't got no quarrels🎶

🎶With God🎶

🎶And got no time🎶

🎶To grow old🎶

🎶Lord knows I'm weak🎶

🎶Won't somebody🎶

🎶Get me off of this reef🎶

They happily belt together. Finishing up with laughter. Still passing around rolled up weed.

Everyone thinks it's a great cover. Colson isn't sure about the energy though. Luna agrees, it's more jam seshy. Probably because their baked off their asses. Luna offers trying What I Got if he wants.

"Nah, let's chill out." He leans down to kiss her forehead. "Y'all wanna kick on a movie?" He asks.

Stoned, they all agree. Laughing and loudly quoting How High as they watch it. Luna eventually climbing onto Colson's lap to cuddle. Giggling as they drop sporadic kisses on each other.

Everyone too stoned to move, they put on Anchorman next. Smoking almost a half ounce between them in less then 5hrs.

Most of them nodding out before Baxter gets punted off of the bridge. All of them knocked before the end of the movie.

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They wake up around 830Pish. Beers already cracked. Drinks made. More weed flowing along with music. Sam finds the Magic Slushies when she goes to look for ice.

"What is this?" She asks, intrigued as she pulls out the large jar.

"We had a Tea Party." Luna tells her from across The Bus.

"And THIS was left over??" Sam asks being very familiar with Luna's Tea Parties. "Can we eat these right now?"

"Can we wait? I don't know if I wanna be stuck on The Bus and I'm still kinda recovering from Saturday night...." Luna groans. "Wanna play a game instead?"

Luna heads to her and Colson's room after Sam nods. She comes back out with poster board and art supplies. Truly packing everything but the kitchen sink.

"What 'cha thinkin', Loons MaGoons?" Baze asks her.

Luna grins at him. "I'm thinking a good 'ol American drinken' board game.... There Truck. What do you guys think?" She asks.

She's met with amused Okays as her and Sam set out on a gameboard. Turning to Colson, she asks him to have the others find themselves pawns. They settle on quarters with their initials drawn on with Sharpie.

Most are obvious, like C for Colson, L for Luna and R for Rook. Ashleigh takes the A as they squeeze AJ onto one. Sam gets the S, Benny the B, while Baze uses a Z and Slim settles for BA. For BlaqAbe.

"How's it look?" Luna asks, displaying her and Sam's finished project.

"You tryin' to get us fucked up, Brooklyn!" Benny laughs at their creation.

"That's my girl." Colson says kissing her head.

Cracking more beers and grabbing a bottle of tequila. Gathering around the board on the floor, they use one die. Starting counterclockwise from the youngest. Rook goes first. Rolling a 2.

"Truth or Dare, Rookie!!" Slim laughs.

Shaking his head, he chooses Dare. Who knows what the hell he's in for.

Colson speaks first.

"I dare you to give our Newb a proper welcome..." He says mischievously.

The Boys whoop as Ashleigh shakes her head.

"And what is that?" Luna asks thinking of her friend.

"A lap dance" Colson shrugs with a smirk.

"Well, in that case..." Luna laughs.

She gets up to change the music. Turning up Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar On Me.

"BRING IT OOON!!" Sam laughs as Rook turns bright red.

Initially shy, Rook's got moves once the 80's hit kicks on. Sam laughs and squeals as he snakes up her body, then slithers down it. Opening her legs as he leans into her chest.

Everyone cheering him on as Luna passes Sam bills. Taking his shirt off, he jumps onto the couch. With Sam between his legs, he pulls her by the neck using his shirt. Grinding his hips in her face as she tucks bills into his waistband with encouragement. Hopping down, Rook shakes his ass against Sam's tits. Grinning and fully enjoying herself, she slaps it as he asks The Bus if they want One Lump or Two.

It is a phenomenal performance. Ashleigh, Sam and Luna clapping and whooping when he finishes. Rook beaming as his cheeks blaze maroon.

"Drummer Boy got them moves like Jagger!!" Sam teases him.

Sam has to take a shot when she rolls a 1. Ashleigh the same when she rolls a 3, having to go back two spaces. Benny rolls a 1 also. More shots, while Luna rolls a 5.

"Group selfie!!!" She shouts as they all pile in.

Somehow squeezing all nine of them together. Colson rolls a 6, landing on a Drink Water spot.

"This is bullshit." He complains as he chugs a bottle.

Baze rolls a 4, picking Rook to Colson's steady complaint.

"You have a beer in your hand, Ya nut!" Luna laughs at him as she kisses his cheek.

AJ rolls a 1, taking a shot. While Slim rolls a 3, having to go back two spaces for his own shot. Everyone drinking but Rook when he rolls a 4. Sam drinking water when she hits a 5. Colson laughs at Ashleigh when she rolls another 5, having to drink water too.

"I don't mind, dickhead." She snarks back with a smile, welcoming the water.

Hotel Diablo is bumping as they swig beers and pass joints. Everyone laughing and talking as they take their turn. Benny chooses Colson to take a shot on his 3. Luna having to talk in an accent for the rest of the game when she also rolls a 5.

"Blooty 'ell wit these fouves, Mates!" Luna horribly imitates Dom.

Colson starts to pout again when he only rolls a 2, until he realizes he gets to Make A Rule. No one is surprised when it's: He and Luna take a shot whenever ANYONE else has to drink anything.

"You fooking lush..." Luna slurs trying to perfect her accent.

"You're such an idiot." Colson laughs kissing her head as she nuzzles into him.

"Fucking water!!" Baze shouts out when he rolls a 2.

Colson and Luna taking shots with his water. Slim laughing at Luna's fucked up accent. More shots for everyone but AJ as he hits a 6. Slim being another victim of The Water with a 5. Luna and Colson taking a shot with him.

They carry on, laughing and teasing each other. Rook choosing to thumb wrestler Luna on his 2.

"Ahhh!! You're a cheater!!" Rook laughs as Luna swoops her thumb and pins him down.

"Ya got a Sweep the leg, Johnny!!"

Luna wiggles in happiness over her win. Making Rook laugh at her shitty accent.

Sam's 3 gets her dominated by Colson's big hands when she choses him as her opponent. Already feeling tipsy, Ashleigh's relieved when her 1 forces everyone to drink but her. Benny makes the rule that anytime anyone says Fuck they have to drink off of his 4. Things are gonna get wild now. Luna's forced to rhyme on a 2.

"Oi tell ye well. Burds loike me, go straight to blooty 'ell." Luna spits out as the room laughs.

Rook tosses her an approving elbow. Colson reminding her of his rap battle plans.

"You're an idiot." She laughs as she kisses him.

"Your idiot." He confirms with another kiss before taking his turn.

"FUCK yeah!!! Two shots!!" Colson stands up shouting when he rolls a 6. Benny reminds him of the Fuck Rule making it three.

"Word." Colson grins, lining up six shots.

Luna downing three with him. Taking another with Colson on Baze's 5. Laughing and talking, Sam and Slim get stuck with an extra shot for the Fuck Rule. AJ's 5 demands more shots from him, Luna and Colson. Making a Rule on his 2, Slim wants them to Caw-Caw like birds anytime Colson kisses Luna.

"That's not fucking cool, Dawg!" Colson exclaims.

That's another shot for them both. Stupid Fuck Rule. Rook rolls a 4. Making him, Colson and Luna pound their beers. It's a double round of shots for them also when the space makes him move ahead one too.

"Fucking, Eh... I mean Blooty 'ell!!" Luna tries to correct herself.

"SHOOOOOT!!" The Bus laughs at her.

"I was walking down the line. Feeling just fine. Till this ugly boy grabbed my behind. I had to drop him quick because, Bitch I'm a dime." Sam spits as her 3 makes her rhyme.

Luna laughs as Ashleigh high fives Sam. With The Boys impressed, Rook let's a Fucking Awesome slip. One, two, three... More shots for him, Colson and Luna.

"This efff ruullle is haaard, my dear boy." Luna complains to Benny, drawling out her letters and twisting her wrist in the air.

Benny laughs at her tipsy eyeballs. She leans into Colson, causing him to instinctively kiss her cheek. His whisper is interrupted by a rule.

"CAAW-CAAWW!!!" Slim drunkenly shouts as the room mimics The Caw-Caw Rule. Things are getting ridiculous.

"Oh Fuck..." Ashleigh sighs as her 6 makes her pound her beer to Colson and Luna's second. Plus, three shots each for the space jump and Fuck Rule.

Benny's 6 has the three of them down another two shots. They're all getting wasted. The Fuck Rule coming in so hardcore, they have to open another bottle of tequila. Luna's 5 requires a prank call. She decides on Pete.

"Elllllloooo!!! This is blooty Keith Mooon cawlling from the graave, Mate. Hoooow dooo you doooo?" She howls into the speaker phone.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Pete asks Luna, laughing.

"SHOOOOT!!!" The Bus screams making him understand.

Hanging up after a few minutes, Colson gives Luna a side eye when his 4 lands him on SAFE.

"What kinda shit is that?" He asks her drunken shrug.

Baze lands on Truth or Dare with his 4. Colson daring him to give Sam a Racer Shot. Luna lightly threatening him to leave her friend alone after she basically watches him spit a shot into her throat. Sam rolling her eyes and laughing at Luna. She's not worried about these Boys.

"NEVEAHHH!!!" Colson cackles, pulling Luna onto his lap.

"CAW-CAAAW!!" The Bus of drunks explodes as their lips meet. Laughter interrupting the kiss.

Another pounding of their beers and two more shots as AJ's 2 forces them on.

"I tink I'm blooty druuunk..." Luna laughs, accent taking on a life of its own. Now she sounds Irish. Or maybe British... They're all too drunk to care.

"FOOKING 'ELL!!" Luna exclaims with wide eyes.

Slim rolled a 5, landing with AJ. Another pounded beer, round of shots and an extra for Luna and the Fuck Rule. Joints are still flowing, everyone's having a good time making their way around the gameboard.

With another 4, Rook lands SAFE with Colson. Sam's 3 gets her hit with a Truth or Dare. Choosing Dare, Luna cuts in.

"Oi daaare you, koind laaty to allow me to give you a Sharpie Facial." Luna drunkenly dares her.

Sam accepts allowing Luna to give a wicked, twisted mustache and goatee on her face. The Bus erupting into laughter. Rook shouting CAW-CAAW!! as Colson tries to tell Luna he loves her.

"What the fuck." He complains to another round of shots for him and Luna.

Ashleigh slides into SAFE on her 4, Benny's Shot Whore means another round for Luna and Colson also. Luna hits Never Have I Ever with a 5.

"Neva ave oi eva fooked..."

"Shot!!" Sam yells at her.

After slamming it with Colson and trying to hold any kind of accent Luna starts again. "Neva ave Oi eva BANGED a midget while blooted owff caCANE." She grins as she raises her hand.

Roaring, everyone raises theirs but Benny. They all look at him.

"What? I like small bitches and it snows a lot in NYC." His explanation met with snorting and howling.

They're almost halfway through and everyone's pretty wasted. They've switched from Hotel Diablo and are blaring Outkast's Aquemini. The southern groove catching their hips. Joking and smoking, they try to proceed on.

Colson rolls a 5, landing on a space that kicks him back ten. The new space calling for him to down his drink and move forward to two more shots. Lining 'em up, Luna follows behind him. This being around the fourth or fifth beer she's pounded.

Rolling a 1, Baze pulls who's ever closest to him for another selfie. AJ, Rook, Slim, Colson and Luna. They look trashed.

AJ's 6 knocks him back one, calling for shots from him, Luna and Colson. Slim grabs a 3, choosing to Prank Call LaMar. Laughing so hard, he can't make it through the call.

Mar calls back confused with another What the Fuck? The drunk friends not making any sense and screaming SHOT at him, he hangs up.

Rook rolls a 3, his space demanding whoever has the most beer to Neck It. Down goes Ashleigh, Luna and Colson's beers. Sam's 5 has her Move Back One to Shot Whore. The couple follows her down her shot hatch.

Everyone is loud and laughing. Baze falls out of his chair with a Fuck and 3 shots. Forgetting about it, Colson almost spits out his beer when he catches Sam's facial art.

"CAW-CAAW!!!!" They shout as he kisses Luna over her masterpiece.

Ashleigh was safe until she rolled a 5. Knocking her back ten spaces with Colson. The three of them pounding their beers and slamming another round of shots as called for.

"Fuuuck..." Escapes from her mouth as she wipes the tequila off her chin. That's another shot for the three of them.

"Oi blooty ate yooou!!" Luna laughs.

"You gonna eat her?" Slim teases. "That's a show I never thought I'd see!" He laughs.

Forgetting to use her accent, Luna laughs out a Fuck You. That's another shot for her and Colson. They're about to crack their third fifth of tequila. Landing on Flip a Coin with his 5, Benny lands on heads. Six more shots. Two a piece between him, Colson and Luna.

"You really fucked us." Luna drunkenly kisses Colson afterwards.

"SHA-CAWT!!!!" Baze screams.

Placing her face in her hands, Luna laughs uncontrollably. It takes a moment for her to take her Fuck Rule shot. It's another two shots for her, Ashleigh and Sam when Luna lands on a 3, making only the girls drink. And Colson.

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