#but chapter3 WILL BE DIRTY

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The Barracks Bunny of Easy Company

Chapter 2 - After Midnight

chapter 1

warnings; smut smut smut. theres no plot to this fic series btw its just filth every chapter

disclaimer; as always this is about the actors 2001 HBO portrayal not the real men!

The duvet covered was slipping off your waist, your hips continuing to rock back and forth, heavy breathing escaped your lips. Nix’s hands were tight on your waist, guiding your hips. A regular occurrence between the two of you, especially if you both had a weekend pass, a few drinks out in a bar and then back to his hotel room in whatever city for a night cap.

His eyes watched you throwing your head back, your eyes were closed, finding a wonderful rhythm that hit just the right spot. The sight of you in such bliss was almost enough to make him finish right in you, but he always made sure you came first. The dim lamp on the side table lit up the room just enough to see your body and your face. The man was in awe of you.

Lew grabbed you tighter, and flipped you over, leaving you on your belly face down on the mattress, fucking you from behind because he knew that was the way you liked it. You could feel his dog tags dangling from around his neck on your bare back; your hands gripped the sheets. He always managed to hit the spot right. It was filthy, something out of one ofc those magazines. Your hair was a mess, cheek pressed to the mattress, almost drooling at Lew behind you, eyes almost rolled into the back of your head.

“Lew, I’m gonna- oh fuck!” Lew leaned forward; his chest pressed against your back as his hands wrapped loosely around your neck. Naturally, you arched your back in response, hitting that sweet spot, unravelling on him, lewd, sweet sounds spilling from your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N, i gotta-“

“Nonono, please don’t-“ you mumbled, not wanting him to pull out.

“Are you sure?” His movements were getting sloppy, he was holding on, “I- “

“Ohmygod, please-“

“Fuck” He almost growled into your ear, his voice gravel and pushed himself off your back. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you as close as he could, going as deep as he could, his movements rapidly sped up for just a few seconds before an almost pornographic moan left his mouth. Hands never left your waist as you felt him spill deep inside you, not wasting a single drop. You’d never left him finish inside you before, hell you rarely let anyone do so but the way he was fucking you, you feared you could not let him pull out.

A cigarette was lit between your fingers as you sat against the wooden headboard of the bed, the bedsheets just covering your waist. Lew stood up from the bed, pulling up his boxers before walking over to the small table, VAT 69 waiting for him. Above the bed was a wooden cross, and you’d noticed a bible on the side of the table, and across the room a painting of Jesus.

“We’re going to hell” you spoke with an amused smile etched into the corner of your lips. Lew stood, pouring himself a glass, before walking back over, sitting on the edge of the bed right next to you.

“Oh 100 percent, no doubt in that” He mused taking a sip, his free hand coming to rest on your duvet covered thigh. You tapped the cigarette, leaving it on the ash tray before climbing out the duvet, leaning forward and kissing Nix hungrily one more time.

There was a sudden light knock at the door of his hotel room, “Nix?” It was Dick. The two of you pulled apart, and you dipped your head down, letting out a small laugh.

“Do you think he heard all that?” you mumbled, amused, against Nix’s shoulder blade.

“Definently- doors unlocked” Lew shouted back before taking another sip. You leant back in the bed, covering up your whole body this time with the duvet, not that you were necessarily bothered by anyone seeing you naked at this point.

“Nix I-“ Dick instantly paused upon seeing you laid up in the bed, and he wasn’t stupid, the state of the room gave away every sin you and Nix had just committed. His face flushed red almost instantly, his eyes quickly adverting away from your form, his hand suddenly became oh-so interesting. The flustered state of Dick lead you and Nix to share a look, a small smirk between the two of you, “Sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know you were in here-“

“You’re all good” You smiled at him; he did not know where to look – half naked best friend or full naked soldier of his laying in bed?, “Well I am going to go shower, and let you two talk”

Lew had a smug, amused look upon his face, watching as you got out of the bed, fully naked, not batting an eye at Dick standing there, not even bothering to cover yourself lightly as you began walking toward the bathroom. Pretty sure almost everyone had seen you naked at this point, but there was no shame. Lewis being Lewis with his free hand made sure to lightly slap you on the ass as you walked by.

“Dickhead” you mumbled, pausing as you walked by Winters, your hand came to rest on his chest, “but Dick, you are always welcome to join, no need to just listen”  

Your one true talent, leaving men a stuttering mess.

-

An evening in the pub with your company always meant spending the first half hour stood at the bar, drink in hand, scanning the room and deciding on who you wanted for the night. It was well-known within the company of your deeds, and whoever you did spend the night with, it was never a relationship type deal, it was purely just friends with benefits but with a whole company.

Ever since you’d told Winters you don’t mind sharing the day before, there had been a running thought circling your mind, and that was you didn’t want one guy to throw you around on this particular evening, you’d wanted two. And as your eyes fell upon Webster sitting alone and Liebgott at another table nearby, who had been staring at you the second you’d walked in, you remembered that the two of them had this tension, that you believed if they just simply fucked maybe it would dissolve. 

You made a point of walking past the table of men that Joe was also sat at, pretending not to notice him staring at you, and walking over to Web who was sat alone, and rather taken back that you’d chosen to speak to him. He sat himself up in his chair, straightening up.

“Hey, Web” you greeted him softly, sitting on the chair next to him, you swore you could feel Joe’s eyes boring straight into the back of your head.

“You know Joe is staring daggers straight to you right now?” Web said.

“Oh, I know. But I want to sit with you, it’s not often we get time alone” You looked at him, batting your eyelids a little, before taking a sip of your drink, Web’s eyes darted to the lipstick stain you’d left on the glass before looking back up at you.

The two of you spoke for a while, making an effort to sit right close next to him, your hand resting on top of his sometimes; you made it very clear that you wanted him, but you also wanted Joe who was walking to the bar. You excused yourself, offering to get Web a drink too as you made your way to the bar, standing next to Joe.

“Are you really gonna fuck him, Y/N?” Lieb was suddenly pressed next to you, not enough to cause attention but just enough. His hand rested on the bar next to you, his breath was in your ear. You didn’t verbally respond, not wanting to give into him, but he saw the smile on your lips, “Web?”

“Yep” you replied to him, straight to the point, popping the ‘p’ at the end harder just to emphasise your point. Joe scoffed in response, you heard, turning your head to him this time, “and that’s a problem?” You knew, he knew, what you were doing.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Y/N, you fucking know that”

“Well, Joe, you could always just- join us, I can share” stating it so simply, as you gave him a quick, highly suggestive smile. You grabbed the drinks for you and Web, and walked away from Joe.

It took Joe another half hour of staring at you from across the bar, watching the way you and Web talked, and talked and how you pressed your shoulder against his. He watched your hand go to Web’s chest, watching you make all the first moves, of course Web wouldn’t, he was too nice. Maybe (definitely) Web needed a demonstration of what a real man does to a girl like you.

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chapter3 . hypocrites

✧˖° Brian Moser x serial killer fem!reader

✧˖° summary:

The Ice Truck Killer’s back in town, and somehow he's stuck babysitting you; Miami's newest would-be killer.

Helping you out wasn't at all his original intention–he'd rather see you dead, you know far too much–but he supposes he could spare an evening to undomesticate that hungry beast inside you. Show you how to really live your life.

In which Brian helps you kill someone who utterly deserves it, and the kill room turns into a horny sex-fueled bloodbath.

✧˖° wordcount: 3.3k

✧˖° chapters: one, two, three, four, five

✧˖° ao3

✧˖° taglist: @fionasapple88 @alllaboutangel @fan-goddess @ireallydontknowohcrabs

✧˖° warnings: serial killer fem!reader, reader insert, explicit sexual content, rough sex, passionate sex, fucking in a kill room, dark romance, dark comedy, canon typical depictions of blood and gore, enthusiastic consent, dubious consent, mutual pining, impact play, playing with your food, serial killers in love, banter, dirty talk, voice kink, trauma bonding, babysitting a serial killer, implied sexual abuse of a child (you're killing this mf don’t worry), torture (you’re torturing this mf don’t worry), Brian is his own warning, enemies to lovers, biting, daddy issues?, blood play, a bit of angst a dash of bloodlust & a heavy splash of spice, Brian loves to fluster you and he won't shut the hell up going about it, Brian survives season 1 in this house

✧˖° author's note:

okay. so guys. the next and final part ended up being like 30k, so I’m splitting it up into multiple chapters.

PLEASE BE AWARE: the “enthusiastic consent” tag remains and is 100% valid, but I’ve also added “dubious consent”. having both will make sense by the end of your night. lots of shit going down lol

✧˖° chapter 3

Something hangs in the air of this moment. Flexes through it like light before rain. Something heavy, that sticks to your skin; dragonfly wings trapped in the sugar-sheen of Florida sweat. And even now, when it’s so quiet that you can finally think, it’s all you feel—those wings, trapped and buzzing on your skin, discomfort raking all across you.

In the hush of Brian’s car, speeding forward through the night, you reach for the knob of the radio between you. Cranking up whatever song is playing though you can hardly hear a thing.

You don’t want to be alone with your thoughts anymore tonight.

You’re over second guessing.

If you’re losing your mind, there's no gaining it back now. What’s done is done, and what’ll happen as a result was always going to happen.

There’s nothing you can do to stop what's in motion tonight, so why are you even still questioning? Why are you anxious ? This was all your idea.

Beside you in the dark, Brian glances your way. One hand on the wheel as it seems your silent tension’s somehow caught in his periphery. Street lights strobing in and out of both your visions as his sleek car races past them; ruby-black in humid moonlight.

”Seems you have a lot on your mind…” he observes. And his tone doesn’t press you for more, not really. The watchful hush which follows left only for the willing to fill it, and it seems you aren’t willing, seeing as how you more or less ignore him. Folding your stony arms across your chest as you stare out that window beside you.

He turns back to the road as you hide within that music you can’t hear. Doing your best to distract from all those discomforting wings still caught on your skin; to flee from thought entirely. From that little voice in your head that warns you in a language you can’t comprehend. Left in a nervous stalemate between yourself and your rage and your disquiet, hoping it won't all rend you raw as you tumble again and again and again through all those fatal things that might occur tonight. That’ll possibly stain your hands red, as your own hands enact them. All those bloody things that could come back to bite you should anything go wrong, should anything unexpected happen, and it feels like the world’s slipping out from under you, that everything’s unexpected, that nothing can be predicted in the tempest of what may come tonight. 

Brian’s car speeds toward more residential streets, a crimson comet eating all before it as it smoothly roams toward that address you’d given him; the address of that man you’re going to kill, if you can actually do this, and– fuck, are you actually going to do this? Are you actually going to kill this guy instead of turning him in? Instead of any less violent alternative?

There’s no coming back from murder. 

At least, you don’t think there is.

The music’s a failed distraction from the constricting spiral of your thoughts. But as the tires of Brian’s car begin to slow, you’re slowly dragged into the present, where a long, dim road stretches out before you. One you recognize as Gary’s street, having been there yourself not so long ago. Blinded and bound there by a vengeance so fierce you weren’t previously aware such fury existed.

Your expression darkens as you’re once more swept out in the wartorn sea of your mind at the memory of it.

You would’ve killed that fucker then if you hadn’t so recently come across Dexter. Came across who he really is; a monster who pretends he’s not.

So what does that make you?

You’d waited in Gary’s office for what felt like forever that night, and even longer after finding those hard drives. Gun numbing your rancorous hand. And it slowly hit you. How it wasn’t enough; not nearly. Pressing down with more and more insistent weight with just how much you wanted to draw out that bastard’s suffering for as long as humanly possible. A single bullet was far too kind after what he did.

So. You’re worse than Dexter. 

Cool. Very cool. Very—

“You’re not second guessing this now, are you?”

Brian’s tone is a jaded edge, and again, you’re snapped back to the present. Seeing him eye you from across the dark center console of his car, with one sculpted bicep hitched up along the top of his chair. And it gradually becomes clear that you guys have been parked here for a while, now. Who knows how long he’s just been sitting there like that, watching you silently struggle within yourself.

Embarrassment peeks its ugly head before you stuff it back down again. Doing your best to steel your gaze before fully looking at him.

“No,” you lie. Quite convincingly, you think.

He studies you for drawn out moments, his expression veiled by midnight, until eventually he quirks an idle brow.

“Looks like you could use a pep talk,” he states.

Your own expression’s pinched at how nonchalant he’s still being about all this. Like tonight’s just a game, yet it would see your life forever altered.

“A pep talk?” you wryly question. “This isn’t a soccer game.”

He merely shrugs, the leather of his seat twisted beneath his leisured weight. “All the same. You seem to have forgotten why you’re here. That this was all your idea.”

You definitely haven’t forgotten that part.

He glances out at that beige house he’s parked in front of, its clay roof bathed in the same darkness encompassing the lightless street.

“You wanted this,” he tells the window, before meeting your worried gaze again. Seeming to decipher something from some hidden place inside you, despite all your attempts to keep how perceptive he is at bay. “...You still want this. And sure, Dexter helped in orchestrating what’ll happen tonight, but he far from put the idea of it in your head.” 

From where he idly watches, one corner of his lips forms a devil’s curve. 

“That was all you, my woeful student. So. You can follow through with your own plans tonight and cut that paedophilic mongrel down, or ,” he shrugs, just slightly, “we can drive away right now, and he can go on living. Relatively unpunished, all things considered–and there’s a lot to consider where your niece’s concerned, by the sound of it. I’ll even throw in the added bonus of taking our little deal off the table for the time being, and not allowing him his chance to off you–a one time offer, so make it count.” His lifted brows are a listless provocation. “Your choice, killer. Just say the word, and I’ll drop you off home, safe and sound.”

Even with how unsubtly sardonic he’s being, you’re more enraged at Gary than you are aggrieved at him because of it. And though you’re still enrobed by doubts, the weight of hatred spills over until you’re already unbuckling your seatbelt without a word, eyes hard as your jawline tightens.

He merely chuckles as he watches this newfound gusto he’s easily inspired.

“Not yet, little killer,” he cuts your ambition short. Leaning across the center console in reaching toward you, and though you flinch as though in anticipation of his touch, he merely unlatches the glovebox before your knees. Reaching in for a small, leather pouch that seems it’s precisely where he’s left it. And as distant lamplight shines across its silver buttons while he brings it back to himself, you realize that pouch is Dexter’s. That it’s his little holster of M99.

Unsnapping its delicate buttons within his lap, Brian reveals a neatly tucked syringe with a soft-green cap, alongside a small vial of clear liquid. And as he takes that needle out, idles it in his hand with a physician's sureness, a small frown weighs his lips. And you suppose, perhaps, that Dexter’s knives aren’t the only item of his brother’s he’s loath to use this evening.

“This isn’t really my thing,” he says, more to that syringe than anything. Seeming to admire how its liquid gleams with starlight against the dark, before re-sheathing what’s assured is all here. “But, Dexter’s the savant in relocating victims. Or, rather, dragging their dead weight around for no apparent reason other than what that precious code of his requires, for which he so obediently dances. So I suppose we’ll play things his way tonight…” A slip of thought glides by his mind so briefly. “At least partially.”

Looking back, it’s quite unfortunate you’re too currently absorbed by all that tension in you to really question how exactly his plans might deviate from what Dexter had in mind.

“He could always skip that part and just kill his victims where he finds them, but,” with a tensely released breath, he seems quite exasperated, “he’s so particular about that kill room of his. So painfully rigid beneath the thumb of all those rules.” Annoyance weighs his brow. “So dramatic.”

At this point in his aggrieved monologue, you can’t help the little huff of laughter that clips right out of you, and his dark eyes pivot to yours as though actually offended by it. Which, in truth, just makes it even funnier.

You can’t help it. He’s such a hypocrite. And at that look, you’re forced to bite back a heightened shade of amusement.

“Dramatic,” you restate. “Says the guy who used Miami as a theatrical, murderous stage just to catch his little brother's attention. When you could have, just… I dunno…” Guile hints one corner of your lips. “Sent him a letter…?”

That look Brian tosses you, as the strong line of his shoulders flexes tight, is perhaps the flattest you’ve ever seen.

“Oh, goody,” he says. “I was hoping someone would come around with a better idea for reuniting my long lost family. A letter. How didn’t I think of that? And how do you suppose that letter would read, I wonder?”

Something in his tone has you opening your mouth to deter him, but he’s already continuing, “Why don’t we draft it right now?

“Hey, baby brother–it’s me,” he recites, as though penning this message out loud. “You know. The big brother you don’t remember? ”

He’s so measured, yet you already regret bringing this up. Some wound you sense in him scratched open as your stomach slowly shrinks from where you watch him.

“Guess you’ll have to take my word for it. Anyway; this life you’re living? We both know it’s all a lie. 

“Oh–you don’t know that? Well, allow me elaborate: your fake dad made it all up. All these rules. All these lies. Created this cage for himself to keep you in. That fake dad you’ve practically deified. The guy who tore our lives apart. Who strong-armed our mom into being dismembered alive right in front of us. Who took you from the only family you had once he was finished ransacking our lives, burying you so deep in his lies that you’d never even know I existed.”

That tension in his dark-scruffed jaw seems to hold back more than what he’s already stated, which is already more than you meant to tease out of him, before he’s casually continuing:

“He’s not your real dad, Dex, and he’s not your real family. So fuck him and everything he’s ever said. You don’t need his rules, nor his falsehoods, nor his family–you already have a family.

Me .

So throw his fabricated bullshit behind, and we can be together like we always should’ve been. As we were, before that lying, manipulative piece of shit came around and ruined absolutely everything.”

Your lower lip aches the more you gnaw it. And Brian eyes you a moment, in your reluctant silence, before adding:

“Oh, and–by the way, little side note here–I know what you are, Dex. I know what you're hiding. But I suppose that's a conversation for another time; bit heavy for a letter, don’t you think? Then again, a letter is apparently the right response to a lifetime of suffering and fighting my way toward reforming my shattered, stolen family, so…”

He listlessly shrugs, though his eyes remain sharp.

“ Anyway . Xoxo, all the best, till next time~ Signed, the Ice Truck Killer.”

The tension in the darkened car is palpable upon his impromptu letter’s end. Something far more edged in him despite what his careless charade might offer. And more than anything, you wish you could swallow back your attempt to ever taunt him; realizing upon him sarcastically making it crystal-fucking-clear just how far you’ve overstepped into something you don’t know nearly enough about to give advice on, to pretend you understand; to press upon or joke about in the slightest. 

All mischief in you has died, in favor of chasing after words you cannot catch, that are too heavy to wage from you. Because though you want to apologize–for bringing this up, for making light of something held in such darkness–each attempt to say a thing remains held on your tongue, lodged there, unable to leave you, because can you really apologize for having anything questionable to say–joke or otherwise–about a long anticipated family reunion that led to the deaths of so many innocent women? So many working girls who never hurt him, or anyone else? 

Women whose murders you personally sought to find justice for. 

Whom you failed to find justice for.

Brian’s plans–those plans too complex for a letter–led them all to their deaths. And they would all be rolling in their graves right now if they saw you, feeling bad for him. Working with the man who slaughtered them instead of cuffing and dragging him in, or–better yet–lodging a bullet in his deceptively handsome head.

So you can’t say a thing, as he and you watch each other in the dark. Both of you shut off too different things, it seems, yet with pieces of you fraying. Abraded threads that half-unravel, before they’re boarded so swiftly up.

“I’m sorry,” you say at length–the words fighting their way from you, regardless of their disloyalty toward those you’ve failed to protect. And you swiftly look away, avoiding both Brian and yourself; staring hard out the window. “I… I didn’t mean, to…” Your arms tightly fold across yourself as emotion too obscured to unravel knots your brow. “I don’t know your guys’ history. Not fully, at least–not even slightly, really, and…”

At your pause, an image flashes in your mind. One he painted for you earlier, of him and his brother. Two little boys trapped in blackness and blood by the remains of their mutilated mother. And how long must it have felt, holding Dexter in the dark? What must he have said to in any way calm him? Two little boys forced to witness such savagery. Two children, reliving in the dark what had happened whilst held in that blanket of red; that final comfort spilled from their dying mother.

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” you slowly shake yourself. All other words failing you as, eventually, you force your gaze back to the watchful snare of his, to how his study’s never strayed. And you should just stop talking, but you hear yourself carrying on all the same.

“And that’s not to say you should explain, or elaborate, or… or anything, I just… not if you don’t want to, anyway, I just…”

Of course he doesn’t want to–why would he open up about any of what he and his brother have been through more than he already has, and especially to someone like you? What are you even going on about? 

Again, your words peter out. Wishing you could read his watchful silence, though to do so seems a task beyond anyone.

“I’m sorry,” you say again weakly, at last.

He watches you for so long you think he may never respond at all.

“Are you done awkwardly rambling yet?” at last he blandly wonders, as embarrassment once more sparks your throat, rising up it. 

Biting back on retorting with something more blunted, you say stiffly, “Yes,” instead.

His expression’s a mask; his eyes a glimmered shadow in its darkness. And for a while, more, he simply studies your reaction to him. That embarrassment. That conflict in you. Your stunted lack of spiteful tongue.

“You keep apologizing,” he says at length. So close to reprimand, and yet it seems he doesn’t fully understand it. 

You don’t know how to respond, and it seems there’s distant words trapped in you both.

“There’s no need to be sorry for things you haven’t done,” he lowly says, as that tension continues to drag. “But it’s funny, ‘cause…” His brows briefly knot in his consideration. “You’re the only one. The only one who's sorry. The only one who apologizes, even when you don’t need to. The only one who does so without the threat of a gruesome end loosing it from their lying tongues, anyway.”

It feels there’s some splinter in his facade that you could slip through if you tried, though it’s stapled gruffly closed again before you get the chance, the very second you even think you spot it.

“I don’t think that’s funny,” you hushly say, but he smiles like it is; soft, and with little warmth to it. Not even close to melting through all that ice in his eyes, that cold which buries everything beyond it.

“Sorry,” he says, mocking you. Though some part of him seems to mean it. Something more solemn. “Truth be told, I never know what’s funny anymore.”

He’s the first to look away. Staring instead out the darkened window. Out at that house you’ve come to hate, with all its windows dark save for one. That one which Gary must be in.

“We should go,” he tells the darkness. “We’re burning moonlight. And it seems your unfortunate friend is already patiently waiting for us to find him.”

When his gaze finds yours again, its blackness is lowly biting. “You sure you don’t want me to drive you home?”

It’s near impossible to disentangle all those warring notes inside you, but still you grit your jaw and mutter, “What happened to you being my soccer coach? Stop trying to make me second-guess myself.”

Through the shadows, he’s gradual to smile. Roguery smoothing out all his previous edges. “Really… Do I actually seem the type to talk you out of anything this fun or potentially dangerous? I’m willing to see where this road takes us. I’m just wondering if you are.”

That little curve of his lips slowly broadens as he eyes how you manage nothing more than a tight-lipped stare. Unwilling to let your voice further betray your lingering uncertainty, or anything else for that matter, though it seems he’s stolen enough of your thoughts as it is. Thumbing through them at his leisure; all those secrets of mind and heart you’d rather hide.

“C’mon,” he says at last, with the sureness of having an answer you never gave him. Already unlatching his door and stepping out onto the moon-lit walk, while you’re left with no choice but to follow. The events of this entire evening were your idea, after all, and it's far too late not to see through what you’ve started. And in the back of your mind, it somehow feels that, despite all his offers to escape what’s yet to occur, Brian’s made absolutely sure that won’t happen.

[chleem]

Flashing Lights #4

Series; actor Drew x actress reader

Summary: Drew gets involved in the worst scandal of his career. One way to solve it? Proving to the whole world that he’s the sweetest lover to exist. Who better to help than the one person he can’t stand? You, an A class actress with an alcohol addiction. So, will Drew clear up his reputation, or leave with a bigger mess to clean up?

Genre: fake dating, enemies to lovers(?, slow burn, angst, smut,

Warning: mentions of alcohol, swearing, mentions of k!lling oneself, mentions of rape & sa, mentions of drug usage, smoking & vaping, (read at own caution

⋆.˚ please dont copy/translate my work

⋆.˚ this is entirely fictional, if uncomfortable then don't read

♡⸝⸝ chapter3 | index | chapter5

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“Shit,” you murmur. Somehow, the room card doesn’t work when you swipe it up and down. You just woke up from a nap in the car, and still felt dizzy.

“We’ve been standing here for five minutes,” Drew’s voice reminds you of his presence, who you’ve forgotten about for the last…yeah, five minutes. Yet it felt like five hours, because this damn card wouldn’t work. 

“Shut up,” you groan, still going at it. Your arms and legs felt heavy, so this task was ten times harder than it usually was. 

His hand suddenly takes the card away from you, and he presses it against the lock. The door opens, and you stare at him dumbfounded. It was that easy?

Eager to sit down, you don’t even say thanks and just rush in, kicking your heels off. You take a quick scan of the room. It was a nice suite that Laura arranged, having a small living room, kitchen, bedroom and more. You head to the bedroom, plopping yourself down on the bed. You didn’t care if you had dirty clothes on, hell, it was your bed, you can sleep on it however you want. 

You close your eyes, ready to drift back to sleep, but Drew’s voice interrupts you. “There’s only one bed.”

That makes you sit yourself back up, and you look around. Yeah. He is right, only one bed. Stupid Laura, she couldn’t have gotten a suite with two bedrooms? You look at Drew, leaned against the doorway, his eyes already on you. 

You want the bed. And the look he gives you shows he also wants the bed. 

“I’m sleeping here,” you voice out first, calling dibs. 

“You don’t get to choose,” he quickly says, crossing his arms. “The bed is mine.”

You scoff. “Yours? Maybe the floor is yours, but I’m sleeping on this bed. I need it.”

“You need it? Just ‘cause of some drinks? No, I need it, after spending an entire day with you.”

“Hey, my head hurts like shit. And I’m already laying on it. I’m sleeping here.”

“Fuck no.”

“Go argue with the wall,” you say, laying back down on your back and closing your eyes. This bed is comfortable, and in your tired state, it's the best bed ever. Fuck Drew, he can go sleep on the couch or the floor. This bed is yours. 

——

A hot towel startles you, forcing you to wake up. 

You find the reason behind it; Drew. 

He’s sat on the bed next to you, half naked. Is this part of your dream? 

“Hey; get the fuck off. You stink.”

Okay. Definitely not a dream. “What?” You say, still staring at him. Your eyes lead themselves down his body, at his chest where you notice a necklace, abs that god probably helped sculpture, and sweatpants that hugs his lower waist. Now that he’s sitting next to you, you get a clear look of his body. He definitely works out. 

“A picture would last longer.”

You quickly avert your eyes back up to his face, seeing his stupid smirk. Asshole. Sitting up, you look around and down at your body. He was right; you stink from the alcohol and you feel dirty. How long did you sleep anyways? “Get the hell away from me,” you say, the best comeback you could think of right now. 

Drew shrugs in a ‘whatever’ type of way, moving further up the bed. You watch as he makes himself comfortable, eyes now glued onto his phone. 

You get up and walk to the living room, finding your suitcase and opening it. You grab your underwear and a random shirt, before heading to the bathroom. 

——

“Hey, you’re in my bed.”

Is he dead? You tap on his chest again. “Hey, get up.”

This isn’t working. So, you slap his chest real hard this time, and that causes him to startle awake. He rubs his eyes, and you’re not helping by pointing your phone flashlight directly at him. “What the fuck?” He curses, turning to lay on his back.

“You’re in my bed,” you repeat, more annoyed this time. 

“Can’t you see I’m already laying in it?” He hits you with a familiar line to something you said earlier. 

“Yes, but I claimed it first,” you say, not caring how bratty you sounded. He’s seen worse of your attitude, so you might as well fight for this bed in the most annoying and childish way. “You’re a guy, you can handle sleeping on the couch.”

Drew’s eyes are squinted, mainly due to the light flashed on him. But you couldn’t care less. Until, the corner of his lips curl up again. “I’m not listening to a fucking ogre.”

Now you’re pissed. You grab the pillow from under him, hitting his face repeatedly with it. The phone drops to the floor, but you only cared about causing damage to Drew’s face. Well, a pillow was weak but it was all you got in your sudden burst of anger. 

“Hey-“

"Stop-"

You ignore his calls for you to stop, hitting him with the pillow repeatedly.

Only when his hand suddenly grabs your wrists, and he flips you over onto the bed, is when you stop. He hovers over you, pinning your wrists above you. You’re breathing heavily from hitting him, and his necklace that dangles near your face pisses you off even more. 

“Get the fuck-“

“Y/n,” he cuts you off, and you realize he’s also breathing heavily. The little light from your phone on the ground shows enough for you to see Drew, his expression tired but mean, his blue eyes glaring into yours. “It's 3 fucking am. I just want to have some sleep. In a comfortable fucking bed. So leave me alone, got it?”

He should’ve known better than to say that shit to you, because you weren’t someone who easily listens. “You can have some sleep on the couch. This is my-“

“Fuck, why can’t you just listen like a normal fucking person?”

“Me? What about you-“

“Me what? All I’ve done today was put up with your fucking attitude. It’s only the first fucking day, y/n, and I have to put up with you for the rest of the-“

“You think I want this? Hey, don’t fucking act like I owe you. You got yourself into this-“

“Yeah, yeah I fucking did. And I fucking hate myself,” Drew says, and he lets go of you. When he lets go, you realize how hard he’s been holding onto you, that bruises might form. He gets off of you, running his hands over his hair. “You want this fucking bed? Have it.”

He leaves, and this fight over the bed ends. “Asshole,” you murmur, massaging your wrists. Hurts like a bitch. But at least you had the bed to yourself now, that was all that mattered. 

You pick your phone up from the floor, turning the flash off and placing it on the bedside table. Fixing the pillow, you lay down on the spot Drew was just in. It smelt like him, his shampoo and scent still lingering in his spot. 

And somehow, it doesn’t bother you as much, because you fall asleep almost instantly. 

——

The only person talking in the car is your PR manager Maple, who’s explaining what’s expected when the two of you are on the yacht. Today’s schedule in Bahrain was another stunt, to show the public how sweet you were with each other ‘privately.’

She praises you for the hard launch yesterday, to which you ignore and just chew on your gum. It was just a stupid bet that you lost, yet the internet is acting crazy. 

“Whatever,” you murmur, eyes glued to the scenery outside. 

“Now, there will be a few staff onboard, but just to serve food and drive the yacht around the area,” Maple continues. “So while they’re in eye sight, don’t send glares to each other. Like right now.”

You furrow your eyebrows, glancing over at Drew. Only to find him already staring at you, his expression blank. But you know he’s thinking about something, the way his blue eyes seemed so fixed on you. “What?” You rudely ask.

“Nothing,” he replies, looking away from you. 

Whatever. The car stops near the docks anyways, meaning you’ve arrived. 

As the both of you open the door to get out, Maple says in the most serious tone, “Cameras are everywhere. Remember that.”

“Of course,” you roll your eyes, getting out of the car. Once the both of you were out of the car, Maple drives away. You first look around, checking for the paparazzi. Sure enough, a few of them hid behind the bushes.

“You there?” Drew’s voice pulls your attention back to him. 

You cover your mouth, pulling Drew down by his arm. “Behind the bushes.”

He looks over to the bushes near the dock, and sees the paparazzi too. He then holds your hand, looking away towards the yacht. “Which one is it?”

His hand is warm just like yesterday; the ring on his finger the only thing that feels cold against your skin. You tighten your grip around his hand, leading him towards the white yacht. One of the staff greets you, giving you a warm welcome once you enter the walkway. 

It was one of the smaller yachts, suitable for a short ride around the area. Drew, politely shakes hand with the main manager of the yacht, exchanging a few words. The manager attempts to shake yours, but you just keep your hand intertwined with Drew’s. You don’t even smile at the man. 

He guides you two to the back of the yacht, where the dining space was. You let go of Drew’s hand, sitting down. He sits across from you as the staff places two menus down. “if you need anything, we’re just inside.”

And while the yacht starts to drive off, you stare at the open sea. You needed to smoke so bad. You haven’t done one in almost a whole day, and it was killing you. This minty gum that Drew offered only lasts a small while. 

Good thing you secretly brought one, with the help of Maple. You asked to ‘borrow’ her vape, even though you both knew you were gonna keep it for yourself. In fact, it was the first thing you said to her when you saw her this morning. Everyone whose worked closely with you knows how anxious you get, and how alcohol and smoking could calm you down, so somehow these days, someone always had something for you.

It was like an unspoken rule now, for there to be cigarettes and alcohol near you. 

The vape was in the hidden pocket of your emerald green sundress, out of sight for others yet you could feel it against your thighs. You look at Drew, who was focused on reading the menu. Could he hurry up?

You force him to hurry up, calling the staff back in. “Give me five of your strongest alcoholic drink,” you say, the line becoming your catchphrase almost. 

Drew looks up at you, his expression mean. You just shrug at him. “One Biryani, falafel, and an American stake, and just a plain water.”

The staff nods and leaves, and you raise an eyebrow at Drew. “What did you just order?” You snicker at the funky food names. 

“Look at the menu yourself,” he replies instead, turning his gaze to the sea. 

Okay. You definitely needed a smoke if you were going to be on a yacht ride with this man. You get up, ready to find a bathroom and do your business, but Drew’s voice stops you. “Where you going?”

“Bathroom,” you coldly reply, wondering why he needed to know. When he doesn’t say anything else, you walk inside the yacht. The staff inside looks at you with sparkled eyes, but you ignore them, following the directions to the bathroom. 

Once inside, you lock the door and take the vape out of your pocket. You put the seat down, but not before spitting the gum in it. You take a smoke out of the vape, the chemical running through your veins, and you taste nicotine with the strong strawberry flavor it was. “The fuck?” You curse, always preferring regular cigarettes with heavy nicotine, instead of these fakes with the preppy flavors. 

Well, this was all you got, so you take a few more puffs of it. You definitely feel much better now. 

You stare at the circles you make when blowing it out, and you decide to try making a circle within a circle. You giggle, almost succeeding in one. You then attempt to adjust the sizes of these circles, with each inhale, it gets more and more interesting. You even take your phone out, searching for fun vaping smokes to recreate. 

But your fun wonderland shuts down when a bang on the door startles you, causing you to drop your vape on the ground. “Shit!” You curse, picking it up and wiping the mouth part. 

“Y/n, you in there?” 

Drew. “Busy!” You yell back, hoping he goes away. 

“You’ve been gone for ten minutes, y/n. What the fuck are you doing?” It's been ten minutes? Feels like a minute since you got here.

You stay silent. 

“Open the door, y/n.”

Ugh, too much nicotine in your brain right now. You shake your head, trying to shake some sense back into yourself. “Um, I’m busy! Go away, Drew.” Of course. Saying you’re busy always works. 

“Open the fucking door, y/n,” he repeats, his voice more deep and threatening this time. 

You quickly put the vape in your pocket, shutting your phone. You unlock the door, and Drew quickly opens it. Your eyes widen at how fast he is, because before you know it, he’s in this small bathroom with you, the door locked behind him now. 

He towers over you, and with this tight space, he holds himself up by pushing his arm against the wall behind you. So, you’re trapped between his arm and the wall. “Where is it?” He questions you immediately. 

“What?” You act dumb; crossing your arms and looking directly into his eyes. 

He smirks, licking his lips. He’s staring down at you, and his cologne hitting your nose just reminds you of how close he is to you. “Gosh, you’re a horrible fucking liar. You sure this is what you do for a living?”

Now he was lying. “What are you talking about? I was taking a shit, and you barge in-“

“It smells like fucking strawberries in here, y/n.”

Fuck. Caught red-handed. But you don’t show it, still looking up at him. “Something’s wrong with your nose,” you calmly say. 

He squints his eyes down at you, clearly not believing a word that comes out of your mouth. “Then we’re staying here until I’m right.”

Who does he fucking think he is? “You can stay here, I’m going out.”

You slightly bend down and escape from his arm, going to unlock the door. But you nudge the lock harder than you’re suppose to, your vape falling out of your pocket. 

Okay, now you’re caught red-handed. 

Drew picks it up, and laughs at it. He laughs cockily, knowing he busted you. He then locks the door again, not caring about people that might want to use the bathroom. You just cross your arms, not wanting to admit you were wrong. Wait, you’re not wrong. Nothing was wrong with you vaping. “What? Is it a crime?” You start, unwilling to get ashamed with Drew’s strong presence in front of you. 

“You finished, the entire vape in ten minutes?”

You furrow your eyebrows, grabbing the vape from him. It was empty, but you didn’t realize you smoked that much. “It, it was halfway done when I got it.”

“‘When you got it'? Who did you get it from, a hobo-“

“I got it from Maple,” you hurry to say. “I know she always have one-“

“That’s not the point-“ Drew shakes his head, as if it could help get rid of some of his anger. “You’re fucking vaping in here. A smoke alarm could have went off. Someone could have seen you.”

“Well, they didn’t, so calm your balls down,” you brush it off, turning to unlock the door. But Drew grabs your wrist, pushing you against the door. Hard. You panic, knowing someone outside definitely heard the bang, plus, now your back hurts. “Are you a fucking lunatic? Get off me-“

He takes the vape out of your hands, releasing you to throw it into the toilet. You watch with your mouth open in shock, as he flushes it down. “What the fuck are you doing?” You yell at him. 

“Stopping you from getting into trouble!” He yells back at you, just slightly quieter. “I can’t have the staff finding out you’re running in here to fucking vape.”

“Yeah, as if you cared that much.”

“Yeah, I do care. Because you’re my fucking girlfriend, to not only them, but the entire fucking world. So of course I care.”

“Please. You think you’re that relevant?” You scoff at him. “Hey, they know you because of me. And don’t fucking act like the saint here, you only care about the contract-“

“I’m trying to keep you out of trouble-“

“What trouble? Bunch of people smoke, drink-“

“You are addicted-“

“Literally no one cares, Drew!”

“Don’t deny it, y/n, everyone fucking cares-“

“Will you fucking shut up? No one gives a single fuck about-“

“Ms y/l/n, Mr Starkey, are you in there?” A voice outside asks. 

Drew covers your mouth, but you fight to push him off of you. “Yeah, out in a sec.”

After a few seconds, you immediately push him away. “What the fuck? Now they think we’re fucking in here!”

“Its better than overhearing this conversation, or catching you with vape,” Drew angrily replies to you, running a hand through his hair. 

“No; this is much worse,” you angrily throw back. “Fine. You won’t let me smoke in peace, I’ll drink in peace. And there will be plenty of witnesses then.”

This time, you unlock the door and get out quick enough that Drew couldn’t stop you, or at least, he doesn’t stop you. You walk out, ignoring the staff giving you curious glances, forcing yourself to act as if nothing happened in there. 

You sit down at the table, which was now filled with food and your drinks. You immediately down the first one, the anger inside of you enough to numb the burn. Who the fuck did Drew think he was, interfering with how you want to treat your body?

You down the second drink just as Drew comes out, sitting across from you. You turn your gaze towards the sea, knowing that your mouth will go off once you make eye contact with him. 

This just might be the worst yacht ride ever.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: this chapter was basically fighting over a bed and vape. thanks for reading anyways! recently i got a bunch of ideas for drew, and i'm so excited to write them!

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[nemesis-writer]

For 5Mins!Reader

Why does the riddle/s in chapter3 hinting towards scarecrow and time king being the main accomplices in his test? (I dont know why I'm overthinking this...)

Scarecrow- mentions of fear

🕑Time King- mentions of time and clock sounds

Hahaha, I didn't even think of that.

I always loved the Saw franchise

And I also watched Sherlock and Squid Game, so I just decided, 'Hey, why not right a riddle about it'.

Plus I also use to do riddles with my father for fun <3.

These are my references:

The last episode of S1, BBC(and it does not mean that one you dirty minds) Sherlock

Val Kilmer's Batman, Edward Nygma (I forgot the spelling)

Saw 1 (The Bathroom trap)

Squid Game (the timers)

[jennazombiegurl]

His Dirty Litte Secret Chapter3

Let's get to the good part so January 2015 I go visit him. In Pueblo Colorado. I'm there for like 4 days. He only stays with me 2 out of the 4 days. I get a bus ticket. I get a hotel room. I'm a dirty little secret remember. I go down to Pueblo, he comes and sees me. Tells me how much she loves me right takes me to a vape shop for the first time. They have a cute little local vape shop gets me a vape. We end up having sex. Unprotected, let's add. I get pregnant with Aden my oldest When I leave Pueblo. I cry all the way home. Because I know it's gonna be a while before I see him Again When I get Home. I start getting sick. My mom says you really need to take your pregnancy test. One of my dearest friends comes over. Her name is Carly. She came over while I cried all night. I took 6 pregnancy test because I was in denial. I Tell him i'm pregnant He laughs at me and he goes. No, you're not, it's not mine. I cry all night. I pee all night. He makes me feel like s***I showed him my pregnancy test all of them. I find out I'm having a boy. He tells me he can only produce girls. I'm still a secret No, I'm a secret and Aden a secret. About a month before my due date. My mom gets ahold of his mom. We have to go through Facebook. To try to find his mom. She needs to know that her son is having a baby since he's not going to tell anybody about me and Aden So my mom finally gets ahold of somebody who gets ahold of his mom. His mom makes him come down here for the birth She makes him take a dna test. Of course, she wouldn't. She doesn't know me. I was his Secret remember He comes down from Pueblo. Texas dna test He is the father of course. I was only ever with him. I was faithful to him while he was out cheating. Myself, confidence was so much down. He ended up leaving again to go tell his family. He had a baby because none of them knew except for his mom. I get scared, he's not gonna come back. She comes back around 4 weeks later. We're so happy. Life is so good. He proposed to me on Mother's Day. We got engaged. We were engaged for a year Before we got Married

[skunaskitten]

The Full Moon ch2

paring: weretiger sukuna x reader

Contains: fluff, baby weretiger yuji, protective sukuna, four armed sukuna, sukuna with tiger ears and tail, angst, big cat cuddles, marriage, pregnancy

Warning 18+: smut, hybrid smut, death, character death, blood, pregnant reader

Summary for chapter: after spending so much time with sukuna and yuji, you loved the idea of stay here forever, but sukuna was trying to fight his emotions and feeling for you. He could not take it any more one day and needed to make you his and soon something blossoms in your new life.

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Sukuna felt a sore pain through his body and moved feeling the cold floor but then he felt something warm lay against him. His eyes opened and sat up rubbing his face with one hand. When his eyes fully adjusted he looked in shock. His body froze to see you asleep against his lap with yuji in your arms bundled in a blanket. What the fuck happened what were you doing here? As you moved in your sleep his heart dropped seeing the gash of claw marks across your arm. He hurt you.

He moved his hand to touch it but froze his movement when you grunted and saw your eyes flutter open. "Sukuna?" 

You quickly sat up to look at him seeing the dirt that covered part of his cheek and you saw his eyes were blue this time. Last time he was normal they were red. "Are you and yuji alright? Did I hurt him?" You smiled holding him and said "no you scared him but I guess I got too close to you and got scratched." 

Sukuna sighed and turned his head away in shame. "I am sorry. You should not be around me." You moved closer to him and placed a hand to his back feeling his bare skin. "I would rather be here with you. I really enjoy being here with you and of course little yuji." "Why did you not run away? Why did you stay here with me?" You blushed a little while looking at yuji.

"Well your son wanted to see you and ran in here I went to protect him-". "From me." Sukuna said, cutting you off as you frowned and looked at him. "No sukuna, he loves you and wants to be with you. But you were being rude to him." He looked over at you and stared at the wound. "So now you know what I am. The beast everyone is afraid of. The weretiger that everyone wants to kill. To think humans want my skin and a pelt of my fur on their walls."

You smiled slightly looking to yuji and said "I think it's better on you." Sukuna moved and stood up letting the baggy pants fall to the ground. Your eyes gazed to his bare backside seeing his muscles and skin. A blush crept on your face as you looked away. This man was all the way handsome, deadly and sexy. You still can not believe how you ended up here. "Can you take my son inside and care for him. Please. I uhh have to relax my self for a moment before I see my son."

You told sukuna to be careful as you stood carefully and winced at the stiff pain of your arm then went back inside. Sukuna watched you leave then let out a sigh of his thoughts running thinking he should just let you leave if you do not want to be here. Heading inside your room you started to cry and sat on your bed holding yuji. You did not know what was happening to you, looking at the band around your ring finger you wondered if sukuna could feel your emotions.

Yuji begin to stir awake and start to cry but then he looked to see you and smile. His hands reached out to you making you smile to him and hug him. "Ma". It broke your heart to hear him say that to you. All he wanted was his mother back and somehow he was seeing you as his mother but you knew sukuna would never let that happen. Seeing that yuji was a dirty you went to take him a bath uraume saw you and noticed your arm but you told him not to worry. He showed you what soaps to use for yuji and helped you start the bath. 

Sukuna walked in holding his baggy pants and spotted uraume. "Where is she?" "Giving Yuji a bath. You clawed her arm pretty badly." He left as sukuna walked to his room changing with just a towel around his hips then walked to the bath house. Yuji played in the water as you washed his tail hearing him squeal, making you laugh. Sukuna silently walked in, seeing the two of you. You smiled, covering yuji's eyes, then poured water over him. "You're a good boy tiger cub." 

Sukuna felt a swell in his chest seeing how mother like you are to yuji, his son missed his mother. "I think it's your turn to take a bath." You jumped and turned around eyes gazing at sukuna seeing his bare torso with just a towel around his hips. "I can leave and let you take one first." He grunted then called for uraume to get yuji and take him to eat. It was just you and a naked sukuna alone in the bath house. He walked over taking off his towel and you turned away. "Come on, I am just a man, no need to be shy. Take a shower with me then we can go into the bath to relax. I need to talk to you and that wound needs to be washed."

You sighed and got up to strip yourself bare then walked over to the running water. Looking at the wound keeping your back to sukuna, you ran the water over the red skin of your wound carefully cleaning it and felt the sting of the soaps. "Ouch." Sukuna looked over at you then left your side to fill a tub with hot water then got in. You looked over after turning off the water to the shower, to see him with his arms laid back across the edge of the tub then coaxed you over with a finger. You followed his silent command covering your breast with your arms hearing him chuckle. 

His eyes shamelessly roamed over your figure taking in your delicious flesh. When you stepped into the water you felt the warmth engulf your body sending you relief. A gasp left your mouth and a smile spread across your face. "Fuck I needed this its been a while since I was in a hot spring." You looked at sukuna seeing him smirk, making you blush as your eyes looked away. You never saw him look like that at you before. "Can I see your wound for a minute."

You gave him a nod then watched him stand the water high enough to block everything below his hips and walk over to you. He saw the way your eyes trailed over his chest and stomach tracing his black markings and muscles. Sukuna sat beside you facing you then looked at the wound. "I am going to touch it if you don't mind. I can heal it." You blushed and hummed in response nodding your head. He leaned his head down and stuck out his tongue then pressed it to the wound. 

You didn't have time to process anything, feeling the warmth of his tongue lick across your wounded flesh. "Sukuna." His eyes stared into yours as he gave you a long lick as he stared into your eyes. The both of you gazed at your wound seeing it heal. "See you all better." Your eyes widened and smiled with excitement. "What that is amazing sure comes in handy. Thank you sukuna."

He smiled slightly then looked away saying "I wanted to ask you, if you wish to leave this place you can. To be happy somewhere else away from me. I don't mind if you chose to stay." You looked at him and said "sukuna I am not scared of you, it's just everything that surprises me. Do you want me to stay?" Sukuna looked at you and opened his mouth to say something but then turned away. "Ryomen i want to stay here but only if you want me to. I adore little yuji and I like you regardless if you are part beast or not. You deserve respect and to be happy."

Sukuna looked back to you feeling his chest tighten then he moved to grab your cheeks with both his hands moving his head forward. You didn't know what was happening until you felt his lips smash against yours. You couldn't help but to close your eyes and push into his kiss. He felt a spark in his heart and deepened the kiss putting his arms around your body and pulled you against him. Feeling your bare breast press against his chest you moaned into his mouth. His tongue slipped onto your mouth battling yours trying to taste every inch of your mouth. 

Sukuna opened his eyes but realized what he was doing. His thoughts ran with images of his wife but when he saw you everything came crashing back. He pulled away and stood up moving away from you hearing and feeling the water slosh. "I am sorry. I can't do this." Sukuna turned his back to you and walked through the water to leave the tub. "Sukuna wait!" He ignored as he put his towel around his hips and left you alone, mind spiraling with so many questions.  

You noticed that sukuna had been avoiding you lately making you feel like you crossed the line but he was the one that made a move on you. Sukuna stood in his room growling feeling all his emotions mixed. None of this helps his answers to his questions when his mating time is already here. He wanted to feel his lover again, it's been awhile since he had the warmth of a female in his bed. He let out a growl then slashed his claws across the dresser making marks into it and knocking over things. "Damn it!"

Sukuna looked down to see a necklace of a wooden tiger that was carved by his wife. Seeing it land on top of the now dead spider lilies you have given him. He stared at it for a while thinking about his time with you. Seeing you with his son how happy you make his baby boy. It was time that he should let go but he will never forget all that he spent with his family. 

You sat by a lantern watching the rain fall while holding a sleeping yuji in your arms after spending the day with him while his father sat in his room pouting. Sukuna walked over behind you seeing his son asleep in your arms. Just like his wife used to do with him while it rained it made his heart ache. "Y/n?" You turned around to see sukuna in his kimono and said "can you put yuji to sleep and meet me at my quarters please. We need to talk now."

With that sukuna turned away leaving you questioning what was happening. After putting yuji to bed you went to sukuna then entered his room seeing him with his back to you. "Sukuna, you told me to come. So what is it? You want me gone now." He chuckled and said "no I want you sweetheart."

Sukuna peeled off his kimono leaving him bare, all for you to see and his tiger tail that flicked behind him. Your eyes widened and looked away, cheeks turning red. "I thought you didn't want me." "I never said that, did i?" You shook your head watching him walk over to you slowly. As he got close enough, he reached a hand to hold your chin and lifted your head up to expose your neck. 

"Its been a long while since I had a woman lay next to me. Little thing I remember saying the bite I gave you. I can sense your emotions. So when I do this." He leaned down to place his lips to your neck giving a soft kiss then another one but harder, you let out a light gasp. "I can feel your arousal. I know you want me." Feeling his tongue across your neck making you moan out and body pushed against his.

Sukunas tail flicked then pressed his lips to yours, kissing you deeply as his hands went to remove your kimono. When it dropped to the floor you were only just dressed in laced underwear. He pulled away, taking a look at you and let out a lustful growl. "You look divine. I can just sink my teeth and claws into you." You blushed and went to cover your breast but he grabbed your wrist stopping you from doing so. As he started to walk back pulling you with him and sat on his bed as he pulled you onto his lap legs wrapping around him. 

Sukunas hands roamed around your body making you gasp and arch against his body. His lips trailed over your neck giving light nips and sucking on your skin. "Sukuna.."  His tail moved and landed across your lap feeling the soft fur across your skin. You grabbed it and gave it a light stroke as sukuna purred and pulled you against him. You could feel his hardened length push against your clothed folds. The feeling of his warm body against your skin feeding your arousal more. 

"You feel it. My cock is throbbing for you. I want to feel you from the inside. To fuck you like a animal." Your cheeks tinted with pink and let out a moan feeling the wetness drool from your lower lips. Sukuna bucked his hips pushing his hardened cock against you feeling the warm wet puddle coming from you. He moved a hand and trailed down over to the front of your panties and pulled them to the side then slipped a finger across your folds. Feeling how wet you are he smirked and purred then pressed his lips to your neck.  His finger slips inside of you with a curl and his thumb gives circles to your clit. Your hips bucked, feeling him pump his fingers hearing the wet sounds of your dripping folds against his hand. 

"Sukuna. I want your..cock". He chuckled then gave a light bite to your ear as he pulled out his finger keeping your panties to the side then bucked his hips. To feel his cock slid across your slick spreading your lips around his shaft. You looked at him seeing his red eyes sparkle with lust. He wrapped his arms around your body and threw you onto your back. Feeling yourself bounce on the bed as you watched him crawl over your body and grab the hem of your panties to peel them down your legs. He smirked seeing the soaked cream color on the inside of them. 

Your eyes trailed down to see his stiff shaft leaking with precum on his mushroom tip. The thickness of it made your hole clench just wanting him in you. His hands keep your legs apart and lips spread open for him "I want to eat you. Having my prey in my grasp, I want to feed on you." Sukuna latched his lips to your neck trailing down over your breast taking a nipple into his mouth. You moaned and arched against him feeling his tongue swirl around your nipple giving a light bite while his hand groped the other squeezing your breast. 

He moved away and kissed the other breast then moved his lips down your body till he found a place between your legs. You spread your legs giving a good view of your leaking folds hearing him smell you and let out a lustful growl. Sukuna leaned down and swiped his tongue across you tasting your juices. You moaned, feeling him suck and lick you, eating you like an animal.  His tongue swirling around your clit, your hands found its way into his hair slightly pulling at his pink locks. 

"Sukuna, yes keep going. I am close." His eyes gaze up to see you from between your legs, your head laid back and moaning. He chuckled and purred against you, his tongue swirling across you. Your hands kneaded his hair and began to buck your hips to get him deeper in you with his tongue. Feeling the pressure build you couldn't hold back and gushed into his mouth. "Sukuna, get in me please." You pulled at his hair then felt something else on his head that you pulled on making him grunt into your flesh. 

Sukuna licked up your cream then lifted his head licking his mouth clean. "You gave your big tiger his cream for his meal now I want to mate." You felt a twitch and shiver through your womb then heard him say "on your hands and knees." You didn't question and did what you were told then felt his hand on the back of your neck and pushed you against the bed. Sukuna moved to behind you feeling his other hand snake over your hip and cup the front of your mound.

A finger slipped between your folds toying with your clit as the hand holding your neck let you go. Both hands were placed to your hips feeling him press his hips to your ass. A blush crept over your face feeling his length between your legs. Sukuna started to slowly move his hips as you felt his tip slide across your aching dripping folds and tip pressing against your clit. "You want this. Want my cock deep in you." All you could do was moan hearing his deep chuckle. 

"You want me to mate with you. To feel my seed inside of you filling you up, stuffing you full of my cock." "Yes sukuna please! Breed with me! Mate with me!" He smirked at your eagerness and desperation of needing him. 

That was all he needed as he pushed his hips to slide his cock tip passed your lips and into your soaked cave. You moaned, feeling his length stretch you open as you spread your legs more to let him get deeper. "Fuck your tight. You feel so warm." Sukuna groaned, feeling you squeeze his cock then begin to move his hips. You could feel him drag across your walls and go deep bumping at your cervix. A moan left you as you pushed back against him begging him to go harder and faster. 

"As you wish my dear. See if you can handle this beast." Sukuna begins to snap his hips. His thrust got harder and hands gripping your hips kept you in place. You buried your face into his pillow smelling his scent and moaning into it. Gripping the pillow as you felt his hand snake around you to play with your clit. Feeling a pressure build again you were already close. "Sukuna, I am close again. Fuck I can't hold it. Ryomen." 

He could feel you tightening making him groan his tail thrashing behind him and ears down. "Let it out darling. Yell if you have to." When it hit you clenched around him and yelled out his name. Pushing back into him and raised up onto your hands moaning out his name. Sukuna growled out his thrust becoming sloppy feeling you tight and wet. Your cream drips around him, his grip tightens around your hips. 

 His thrust pounding into you making your breast bounce and the breaths hitting out of you turning into pants. "Sukuna!" He growled and leaned over your back slamming himself into your cunt bruising your cervix feeling your cum. Sukuna released his seed painting your walls in white his tail puffing up feeling you milk him. The combination of both your cream and his cum dripped from you falling onto the bed as he trusted out your orgasm. You screamed his name but he wasn't done just yet.

Sukuna pulled out from you making you gasp and lay onto your back looking at him. His chest puffing from breathing heavy and his glistening cock still hard. He climbs over you and grinds his length across your folds making you moan. Your legs wrapped around him, his tail swaying behind him and your arousal starting up again. "Sukuna fuck me again." He pushed himself inside of you then folded your legs wanting deeper in you. 

His thrusted into you groaning, keeping his weight off you by keeping himself up on his hands. Your arms wrapped around him and raked your nails across his back. "Sukuna..fuck..ryomen!" Sukuna was close and so were you his thrust pounding into you again. Hearing his growls and red eyes glowing with lust and need. You hit your high throwing your head back yelling and clawing into his back. Sukuna growled with a tiger groan pushing so deep into you releasing his seed. He opened his mouth and sunk his teeth into your shoulder making you yell from the pain mixed with the pleasure of your orgasm. Sukuna pulled his mouth away and licked the bite, cleaning the blood as he slowed his thrust.

Everything went quiet, both your heavy breathing relaxed as he slowly pulled out from you and moved away from your body to look at you. The tears that laced your eyes from the pain of the bite and pleasure he gave you. You saw his ears lay back and face filled with worry. "I am sorry. I didn't..it's just a habit.." 

"sukuna, it's ok." You said to him with a smile and raised a hand to cup his cheek then put it into his hair. Giving him a rub around the tiger ear hearing his purr and watching him lay down beside you. His arms snake around your body then pull you against him. 

Do you still wish to stay?" Your eyes closed feeling sleep take over you as you smiled slightly saying "I love you ryomen." Sukuna felt his heart ache. He missed those words. He missed hearing them from his wife. Ryomen felt his eyes sting from tears then nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. He continued to lick the bite till it fully healed then sleep was about to take over him. "I love you." He whispered against your ear, placed a kiss on your forehead and fell asleep.

Sukuna woke up feeling something rolling around in the bed behind him. He grunted, his tail flicked in irritation then turned over to see his son laying in the bed between you and him. He hummed ears , perking seeing yuji baby giggle and wiggle his tail. You were half awake looking at sukuna with a tiered smile. "He woke up so I brought him here with us." Sukuna smiled and moved to be closer to you both kissing his son, making him squeal and you giggle. 

This was sukunas life now everyday he woke up with you laying in his bed after cuddling, naps or after rounds of sex. Some of the days you will wake up with bites to your shoulder or neck that heal up quickly because of his licks. Yuji started calling you ma all the time. Sukuna enjoyed having you in his life. You are everything to him. But now that he had a mate back in his life he was more protective than ever. He was not going to lose his mate a second time.

Sukuna would go out at night while you spent time with Yuji to stalk his land. Walking the edge of his home lands to see if there are any hunters or traps. Just as he walked he heard a snap in the woods. He turned and growled then ran off in the direction of the noise. Running on all fours he smelt the trespasser hearing their footsteps run away and smelt their fear. As he got close to the figure he pounced on them causing them to fall over.

Sukuna stood up showing his power and fangs with a growl as the person turned their hood and came off. Revealing a woman holding something her heart raced then there was a muffled cry of a baby. He looked at her then ears went back as he crouched down hearing her heart race as she shielded her baby away from sukuna. Sukuna gave her a sad look and wondered why she was out here all alone. He backed away and spoke to the woman. "If you are lost, follow the path of roses. You will be safe." She looked at sukuna confused and said "you speak but they said you…you..get away go run back home..I am a trap!"

Sukuna looked at her then heard yelling around him. He growled and tried to run but felt a pain at his side feeling the arrows in him. More hunters came around as he stepped into a trap that clamped around his ankle making him roar in pain, soon rope carved with seals wrapped around him. Sukuna roared and tried to pull as hunters pulled him back. The woman yelled when they grabbed her, one of them yelling that she almost let him get away. Sukuna watched them kill the mother hearing the baby cry and they were about to do the same to the baby. Flashes of his son showed in his mind and a deep growl came from him. 

Sukunas power filled in with his anger and started to burn the rope breaking free then stood over the baby killing all the hunters. After the blood had spilled sukuna picked up the child into his arms and lumped back home. When sukuna came into his home you looked to see him with wounds and blood also carrying a baby. You panicked and rushed over to him as he pushed the baby into your arms. "They set a trap and they killed its mother." Sukuna breathed out and walked away to the bath house to get cleaned. 

After you put the baby to sleep with yuji and see little yuji was excited to have a friend. You went straight to sukuna. "Ryomen are you ok tell me are you hurt?" Your eyes looked over his body to see the wounds that slightly healed and the one on his ankle. You know he can heal with his spit so he drools into a glass bowl to rub it onto his wounds he can't reach with his tongue. You would sometimes catch him with small scratches and watch him lick his arm or his son. 

He smiled and pulled you against his wet frame. "I am all better now, love." "Sukuna, please you need to be careful out there. I can not lose you". He kissed your forehead then your cheek and your neck tickling you making you giggle as his tail curled with a small wag. "Ryomen, I love you." "Y/n I love you. I have a question." You looked at him and smiled "what is it?" 

Sukuna looked down at you and said "marry me". You looked at him in shock saying "what?!" He smirked and got on his knees in front of you. "I said marry me. Be my mate always and forever. I know it's not the best romantic way to ask but-". He was cut off hearing you say "yes! I want to be your mate." Sukuna smiled wide showing his pointed fangs and hugged you tight. That night sukuna and you had multi rounds of sex filling you up with his seed. Giving you love bites that you had the next morning. You always tease him about his tail and ears saying how cute they are on him.

Later that day sukuna had run into the forest seeing a family sitting in a wagon being pulled by a horse. He noticed a baby with the new couple seeing and made his presence known by spooking the horse a bit. The man and the woman freaked out as he was about to grab his gun. Sukuna showed them the baby in his hands that was giggling and babbling. They calmed down as he walked closer and placed the baby into the woman's arms. They looked at him in shock, seeing the beast that was known around here to be evil. Just watched him hand them a child. It saddens you that people can't see what good things sukuna does.After the baby was gone yuji was feeling sad that his new friend was gone. 

Sukuna would take you and yuji out to the flower fields having a small lunch and watching nature. It didn't take long for sukuna to have uruame help him set up a wedding for just the family. You stood at the torigate in his garden with sukuna as uruame married the two of you. Sukuna was in utter love with you seeing you dressed in a white kimono like his with flowers tied in your hair. 

Sukuna felt his tail fluff and flick from nerves. Uraume called in yuji as both you and sukuna looked to see yuji run in with a bell jangling around his neck dressed in a little kimono. 

Yuji ran over to you as you picked him up and saw the rings around his neck as well.  Sukuna smiled and took them off his son and placed a ring onto your finger over the black mark he gave you when you first met. Sukuna looked at you then cupped your face smashing his lips to yours. Tears filled your eyes and fell down your cheeks kissing sukuna as you heard yuji squeal making you both laugh. 

Sukuna had told you about yujis mother how they met she was in the flower fields picking spider lilies. They met when he tried to chase her away but she stood her ground seeing him. Guess sukuna had a thing for women standing their ground against him a were tiger. On the first full moon he had hurt her the same way he hurt you and he avoided her like he did you. And everything was moments of falling in love and having yuji. Now here you were cuddled in the beast arms.

On full moon nights sukuna would lock himself away in the broken shrine alone and cold like a beast should. You would go out there every full moon to bring him a blanket and your company. Sukuna would let out growls but then see it was you and whimper. You will stay by his side all night giving him comfort and love. Even being a were tiger that can lose control over his emotions though he felt his calmest when you are by his side and all he can do is sleep. 

You are his charm, the heart to his aching soul. Sukuna would not let anyone lay a hand on you, that is if anyone can even get that close. He can sense anyone that came into his land most of the time he won't let them live. Kids and women are the only exceptions to be set free. 

Sukuna was starting to feel a change in him over the month. He was more aggressive to anything outside growling and ready to attack k before he even knew what it was. He didn't want you to step outside the home unless he was right next to you. Never letting you out of his sight and smell a strange hormone on you. You also became very attached to things including him. You held yuji for dear life and always had him in your arms. Sometimes you would start crying over the little things sukuna would do for you even when he had to leave your side for a moment. It didn't hit him till now why the both of you were acting like this.

Sukuna came over to you seeing you laying on the bed relaxing as you watched him stalk over to you. "Ryomen what are you doing?" He didn't answer but instead he climbed over you and grabbed your legs to spread them. Perfect timing for you not to wear anything under the kimono. Sukuna looked at you then between you legs and leaned down to smell you.  A blush crept on your cheek seeing his tail fluff then felt him lick you a moan leaving your lips.

Sukuna sat up looking at you remembering those same smells and taste of the hormones. "You're pregnant." Your eyes widened and sat up saying "what?! How do you know?" He looked at you with a smile then quickly pulled you against him hugging you tight. "You're pregnant. It's the same way I acted before yuji came into the world and you smell and taste the same." 

Tears started to fill your eyes then you cried against him as he held you tight. Yuji was going to have a little sibling and a new member to the family. 

I can not get over sukuna with ears and a tail. How protective he gets with you that he goes out to hunt people who get to close to his home. Just seeing him during wedding day!

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Title: Sweet Poison

Fandom: Better Call Saul (TV)

Relationship: Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca/Ignacio "Nacho" Varga

Chapters: 3/12

Words: 15 823

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Explicit sexual content

Additional Tags: Angst, Dom/sub Undertones, Canon-Typical Violence, Unhealthy Relationships, Manipulation, Violent Thoughts, Lalo is a psychopath, Dirty Talk, Canon Universe, Minor Character Death, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, smut will be in chapter3

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Table 5 (Chapter 6)

Summary: Wanda finally meets one of your closest friends. You are also overcome with emotions about your new relationship.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and anxiety attacks. Implications of smut

A/N: This was a hard chapter to write and read back. If you guys have any suggestions or comments please let me know!

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Your night went on and when it was time you lined up the food to bring to the Avengers. The servers helped you carry the food, and you were sure to grab Wanda’s food so you could place it in front of her. As you put it down you put your hand on her back and she leaned back into your touch.

“I hope everyone enjoys their meal here tonight! If there are any problems, please feel free to let me know!” you say as the group begins to dig into their food. You walk back to your station nervous that they wouldn’t like your food.

You were wrong when 15 minutes later Tony Stark meets your eyes and waves you over to the table.

“Yes sir? Is everything ok?” you ask nervously.

“Chef Y/N, dinner was unbelievable. My swordfish was cooked perfectly. I mean how do you do that? It was flakey and the flavors just danced in my mouth.” He gushed about his platter that was now completely clear of any food that had been on there.

“Dude my steak was so good too!” Sam continued the praise and you felt pride well up in your chest.

“Thank you! I’m only as good as my team, I’m sure you guys know how that goes.”

“Of course! You’re giving Wanda down there a run for her money. She cooks as well, pretty decently actually.” Tony said nodding to the girl down the table from him. You smiled because you knew what an amazing cook she was. You played along so nobody would suspect anything.

“Is that so? I will have to see for myself someday.” You see her laugh and you smile in return, loving the way her laugh sounds.

“Anytime you want Chef Y/N.” she said giving you a wink. The way she said your name sent a chill through your body.

“Seriously, thank you. And I will definitely be coming back here.” Tony said while shaking your hand.  You thanked him once more before finding their server and telling her that their meal was on you tonight. You chuckled to yourself a bit as you imagined their faces when you show up to movie night on Wednesday while walking back to where Bill was chilling behind the counter.

“So how did you land her?” Bill asked, nodding his head to the big table who were ordering dessert.

“Remember that night her and Vision came in and he proposed, and she said no and just sat there?” you remind him of the night all those months ago.

“Yes, and she sat there all night.” He continues, he doesn’t know the full story though.

“Well, after everyone left, I told her she could stay as long as she liked, and I started making dinner for myself. She came over and instead she insisted on finishing making my dinner. After that night she came as much as she could when the restaurant closed to make me dinner. We were friends for the first few months and then about a month ago I asked her to be my girlfriend and we’ve been dating ever since.” You fill him in on your relationship.

“Wait, so you let this lady cook at your station before you let me cook back here? That’s messed up I thought I was your best friend?” You looked at your friend and chuckled as he continued. “Why are you so scared then? She seems great.”

“Her job is scary, and I didn’t think about that till tonight. I mean what if something happens to her? How will I know? I can’t do anything to stop her or help her.” You say thinking about all the things that could happen to her running through your head.

“Y/N, it’s her job, just like cooking is your job. Also, everyone, not just superheroes, could get hurt at any point of the day. I could get hit by a car and die walking home tonight. We can’t focus on everything that could go wrong, focus on how happy you are instead.” You are shocked at how wise your friend is.

“Who are you and what did you do to Bill?” you ask giving him a serious expression. “For real though, thank you. That made me feel a lot better.”

“No problem. It’s what I’m here for. Serious question though, when can I meet her?” you take a minute to think about it.

“If you want to stick around, she’s coming back tonight.” he nods his head in excitement and the two of you clean up the kitchen. You see the avengers walk out of the restaurant and you give them a wave. The group walks down the sidewalk before Wanda says something to Steve and turns around to come back.

She walks in the restaurant and over to your station. She gives you a loving kiss and says, “See you tonight my love!” before she runs back out the doors to the team who are just standing there chatting not even paying attention to their missing teammate.

You watch her with a grin on your face. Bill claps you on the back as you go to the cupboard to grab a bottle of wine. Bill stands at the counter, and you decide to whip up some brownies for dinner tonight.

The time passes, the servers finish cleaning up and all of your staff besides Bill leaves. Your brownies are in the oven, and you go to the freezer to get your vanilla ice cream. When you come back you see Bill talking to Wanda by the counter.

You gently put the ice cream on the counter and sneak up behind Wanda to wrap her in a hug and kiss her cheek.

“Hi beautiful.” You say. Bill watches both of you with curious eyes.

“Hello my love.” She says back as she wraps her arms around your waist.

“Bill this is Wanda, Wanda this is Bill. He’s second in command here and my best friend since high school.” You tell her. She looks at you while your speaking loving the way you look after work.

“Thanks y/n! I already introduced myself but Wanda it’s so nice meeting you!” Bill says bringing the wine glass up to his lips. “Wanda was just telling me about the Airport battle in Germany.” Bill loved hearing about the Avengers so the fact that you were dating one was a fanboy moment for him.

As they continued to talk about numerous battles that the Avengers have fought and won, you felt yourself becoming more and more anxious. Bill talked you down earlier thinking about Wanda getting hurt but the more they talked about battles, the harder it was to be ok. Thinking about Wanda being hurt and not being able to be with you left you feeling lost. She was a very powerful person and probably a target for many people. What if she was seriously hurt? What if she had to go away for months? What if she died? The thoughts kept swarming your head and they wouldn’t stop.

You stayed silent for most of the conversation as you put the brownies on plates with ice cream on top for them to eat. You stayed by your station while they were by the counter talking. Zoning out in your thoughts you missed when Bill informed you both that he had to leave.

“Well, I have to head on out! Lots to do tonight before tomorrow. Wanda it was so nice meeting you though!” Bill says hugging Wanda and coming around to shake your hand. You stare at it for a second before shaking it.

“Bill it was so nice meeting you!” Wanda says eyeing you curiously because of your behavior. He grabs his things and walks out the back door with one last wave.

“How was your day babe?” She asks you once Bill leaves. You don’t know why but you start to feel very anxious being with her alone tonight. All of the words Natasha and Bill said still running through your mind. It’s like your brain is running a marathon and you can’t stop it.

“It was good.” You give your shortest reply to the question. It was starting to get difficult to breath or focus on anything.

“Are you ok?” she has concern clear on her face. You feel your chest tighten up more when you look at her. You see her face littered with cuts and bruises and you freeze. You don’t know how to help her or make the cuts better. She can tell something is wrong and she isn’t sure what to do.

“Y/n, honey, I’m here ok. Whatever you need.” She says as she walks towards you realizing that you are not ok. The closer she gets you can see the cuts becoming more prominent on her face and you start to hyperventilate.

“Hold me please?” You can’t even look at her as you ask but you feel arms wrap around you. The weight on your chest is heavy and you try and calm down but it’s difficult. Wanda runs her hands up and down your back as she tries to soothe you.

“It’s ok I’m here.” She reassures you. After ten minutes you feel yourself start to calm down. You know exactly why you feel this way, but it is hard for you to communicate it to her tonight. You have a troubled past that doesn’t reach the light too often. She continues to hold you until you pull away. You put a mask back on as you pretend that you are fine.

“Here let me clean up these plates.” You grab the dirty dishes and put them in the sink choosing to ignore what just happened. You do not want to dwell on it, and you know Wanda is going to ask questions.

“Do you want to talk about it? I’m here for you I’ll listen.” Wanda asks you to try to figure out your sudden outburst. You wish you could put into words what was happening, but you didn’t want to scare her away.

“Can we just forget about that please?” you walk towards her grabbing her hands. She can see that you aren’t going to budge so she agrees. You turn off the lights in the restaurant before the both of head to your loft. You get ready for bed, as does Wanda and when she comes out of the bathroom, she is quick to cuddle into your arms.

“Do you want to watch some TV?” you ask her, and you just feel her nod against your chest. You put on Modern Family, a mindless show.

“Hey y/n can we talk about something.” Wanda works up the courage to bring up a tough subject.

“Of course, my love.” She sits up so she can look at you while talking.

“Y/N, I know we haven’t really talked about it but I’m an avenger. My job is taxing and it’s constant. And I never know what is going to happen.” You could tell this conversation was hard for her to say, it was hard for her to hear but in this moment, you forget about all your worries as best you can to focus on her. You push all your unsaid feelings aside so you could try and help her through this. “If you can’t… if that isn’t ok you know the… the… unknown I understand.” She says tears welling up in her eyes. This broke you because although you have known this girl for 6 months you would do anything for her.

“I love you.” You reassure her, cupping her face in your hands. “I’m not going anywhere don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?” she’s unsure at your words.

“Wanda, I have not been this sure of anything else in my life.” And it’s true. You don’t want to go anywhere, the part you’re not telling her is that you don’t want her to go anywhere either. You don’t want other people to have to need her like you do. She brightens every night when she comes to see you, and you don’t want to lose her.

You share a sweet kiss before she snuggles into you again. “Can I ask another question?”

You chuckle before you reply, “You can ask me as many questions as you want whenever you want.”

“What did Natasha say to you?” You tense up a bit, your anxiety bubbling in your body again as the question is heading back to the subject you just tried to shut down.

“Just saying she knew who I was and what we were.” You tell her half the truth hoping she didn’t feel you go stiff under her.

“Haha yeah I kind of told her about us today.” She chuckles nervously.

“That’s quite alright. I mean I’m happy to tell everyone I know I’m dating you.” You reassure her. “You are amazing. The way you care about people, the way you love the team, you’re not too bad of a cook either.” You start to sit up and she falls underneath of you. You are quick to climb on top of her, so your face is mere inches from her. “You are stunning, I could get lost in your eyes for forever. And you make me the happiest person I have ever been.” You look into her eyes, so she knows you mean every word.

Tears start to form in her eyes as she is overcome with emotion. She reaches up to your face keeping your eye contact. “You make me the happiest person I have ever been too. I am so lucky to have you to brighten up my days. After everything that I’ve been through with my family, with being experimented on, with losing my brother, with everything that happened between me and the avengers at first, I never thought I would feel this way about anyone.” You felt butterflies swirl in your stomach as you leaned down to kiss her.

“Are you sleepy?” You ask her hoping she said no. You wanted to spend the night wrapped up in each other’s arms.

“Not particularly. Are you?”  Her eyes grew a few shades darker as she looked in your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m super tired.” You say in a sarcastic tone while you roll your eyes. She squints her eyes at you.

“You better not be.” She expertly flipped you both over, so she was now on top of you. She leaned down to pepper your face in. Needless to say, you both end up barely getting sleep.

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Lullaby

Keanu Reeves x reader (A/n- he’s coming of as so much of a jerk, but come on, he’s nice, but he’s not oblivious, and no one’s a saint. Also, I’ve been writing this chapter for 3 weeks now and it’s still not that great.) (Chapter Summary- Keanu surprises Y/n. Later, her parents make an unexpected return, and they’ve brought along unexpected guests.)

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Warnings- SUMT/NSFW, semi-public sex (sort of)

Chapter 9

After a morning's worth of chairing back to back board meetings, in the absence of her father, Y/n was finally heading back to her office, tablet in hand and designer handbag hung in the crook of her elbow. The pristine white of her fitted skirt suit stood out bright against the dark back and grey décor of the building. Her heels clicked softly on the porcelain tiles, complimenting the tip tap of keys of the secretary’s computer. 

“Miss Warren!” Emily caught her before she entered her office, standing abruptly, clearing her throat, “I mean, Y/n.” Stopping in her tracks, Y/n turned on the thin heel of her shoes, humming in response. Emily swiped up a post-it stuck to the rounded counter, scanning it to make sure she had things right, “You have a meeting in conference room 19, it’s urgent, he’s waiting.”

“He?” Y/n quoted; despite her best efforts, she couldn’t recall having a meeting with anyone slated for that time, “I didn’t.......how long has he been here?” Worry built in her chest, hoping it hadn’t been long.

Emily glanced at the clock, “Since eleven,” she cringed; it was twelve thirty.

“Fuck,” Y/n breath, mumbling a quick thanks and hurrying back towards the elevators. Briefly, Y/n wondered if it was actually her father who had set up a meeting without telling her, though, as she tapped the toe of her shoe on the way down, she decided that it didn’t really matter, because if he found out that she’d kept someone waiting for that long, he’d be livid. 

Sucking in a breath as the doors opened to a hallway two floors down, Y/n all but ran to the conference room labelled ‘19′ in elegant silver numbers on rich mahogany. When she got there, the door was closed and the long window facing the corridor was tinted in an opaque white, signaling that the privacy setting had been enabled. 

Taking a minute to catch her breath, she smoothened her hair and skirt before turning the knob and slowly walking in. Though, just as she did, Y/n realized that she had completely forgotten to ask for her guest’s name. Fortunately, she was just about to find out that she wouldn’t even need to ask, for when she raised her head to greet him, she was left speechless by who sat at the table, chair turned facing the doorway. His hair was attractively wind blown and he sat like he owned the whole damn room, sunglasses discarded on the tinted glass table next to him. A well-fitting leather jacket hugged his biceps and between the worn jeans and the familiar brown boots, Y/n already knew that he wasn’t there for any sort of business meeting.

Grinning and amused at her surprise, Keanu folded his arms, eyes unashamedly roaming her body, biting his lips at how everything seemed tight in the right places; she certainly looked like the makings of a dirty movie. Licking his lips, Keanu leaned further into his seat, crossing one ankle over his knee, “Surprised?” He teased, “I can’t say I wasn’t expecting you to be.”

Y/n scoffed, the reddish tint of her make-up only exaggerating the heat in her cheeks. Still, she tried to play it cool, “I thought you were in New York.”

“Well now I’m here,” Keanu declared, standing, the chair rolling back a little as he approached her. After Y/n set her things down the table, she folded her arms, awaiting a more substantial reason for his visit to Los Angeles and by extension, her workplace. Keanu, however, didn’t wait for an invitation to put his hands on her hips, enjoying that he was still able to tower over her even while she wore heels. “Last night was very......unsatisfying.”

Y/n tilted her head to the side, widening her doe eyes, trying to maintain her most innocent façade, even if she was far from it, “So you came all this way just to fuck little ole me?” She pouted, “I’m flattered, but surely a man like you has women just waiting with their legs open.”

Chuckling, Keanu knew she was right, he could play the coy card all he wanted, but he knew what women thought of him. Some even took his passing kindness as something more, offering things up, and admittedly, there were times when he had taken them readily, a night or perhaps a weekend of fun then cutting them lose, neither party ever minded. Keanu briefly thought back to New York, he had already noticed the little gestures and wanting stares from the younger assistant directors, then their was his own assistant with her ‘aim to please’ attitude and finally, one of his co stars, she was just a couple years younger than him, but he was sure they could have some fun if they wanted to. But none would be as fun as she was. He didn’t want just some woman, he wanted Y/n.

Sliding his hands around to cup her ass, he eased her closer, smiling as she ran her hands up his forearms, “Maybe your right,” he said, low and bending a little to get close to her ear, “But I wanted to feel your tight cunt around my cock.”

Y/n smirked wickedly, arching her brows, “Don’t you have a way with the words?”

“Fuck words,” Keanu offered hastily, just before crashing his lips to hers, squeezing her ass. Between them, she reached for the buckle of his belt and the button and zipper at his pants, her fingers fumbling in the process of undoing them. Y/n moaned into his mouth, complying without protest when Keanu broke their hungry kiss, hurriedly turning her and peppering rough nips and kisses on her neck all while undoing the buttons of her blazer. Shoving off the material, Keanu only retracted to pull off her camisole, tossing it to the floor. 

Y/n reached behind, stretching to tangle her fingers in Keanu’s hair, encouraging him back towards the column of her throat. His hands slid down her body, stopping at the hem of Y/n’s skirt, pushing it up over her waist only to shove her panties down. In one go, he pushed into her and Y/n melted onto the table, “Fuck,” she groaned loudly, gripping the edges until her knuckles went white. The top of her breasts and her stomach welcomed the coolness of the surface and her loose hair fell over her face, skewing her vision of the screen at the front of the room, not that it mattered.

Keanu maintained a firm grip on Y/n’s hip while his other hand travelled up her body, lingering to loosely circle the back of her neck, but eventually reaching her head. Quickening his rough thrusts, he brushed some hair out of Y/n’s face, only to gather a handful of it up in his hand, twirling it in his fist, before tugging, hard enough to make her whimper. “Do you know what you do to me?” Keanu managed through clenched teeth, “I never wanna fuck anyone else, only you.” Pulling out fully, Keanu slammed back into Y/n’s drenched core seconds later, marveling at how the movements pushed her body up onto the furniture. The toes of her shoes were barely reaching the floor by then and Keanu’s grip was the only thing keeping her in place.

The sound of skin slapping skin, coupled with the blood rushing in her ears was enough to nearly drown Keanu’s words, though, even if she could hear him, Y/n could barely think straight, far less piece together any sort of response. Between the way he stretched her with his girth, his throbbing veins brushing against her slick walls, and how far he reached with each rough motion; it hurt, in the best way possible. His hold on a fistful of her hair was tight and occasionally, he’d tug without warning earning him a little yelp of pleasured surprise. 

Y/n’s shallow breath went ragged as the knot in her stomach came loose and she came without warning. Her chest, still pressed to the table, glistened with exertion despite the air conditioning and her legs weakened as heat spilled out of her, dripping onto his thighs and coating Keanu’s cock. 

Keanu groaned as he felt her clench around his member. The way his name left her barely parted lips was the most sinful heaven and having Y/n completely at his mercy was something he missed since they’d parted. She was such a wonderful plaything. 

“Is that all you’ve got?” Keanu taunted, riding out Y/n’s orgasm, only to pull out and flip her wanton body. Her eyes were unfocused and she could still barely string a sentence together. When she didn’t answer, Keanu gathered her into his arms, discarding her onto the table, already edging into her again, “Well?” He pressed, “Is that all you’ve got for me babygirl?”

Y/n whined at the sensation, shuddering when Keanu reached between to add friction to her swollen cilt, “I....”

“Use your words, tell me that you want my cum in your pussy,” Keanu went slower that time, his hips rolling at a more leisured pace.

“I want....” Y/n swore she was seeing stars and she reached clumsily to grab Keanu’s shoulders, only just realizing that he was still dressed, with his pants only down to his knees. “I want you.....” the words dribbled off Y/n’s lips, slow and broken, “I want to feel you cum inside me.”

Keanu grinned wickedly, using his hand on Y/n’s back to press her closer to him, “Good,” he breathed, feeling himself grow closer to his climax, “You feel so good,” he praised sinfully, “I missed your cunt.”

Y/n felt her second orgasm building quickly and her toes curled as she threw her head back. The room seemed to spin, Keanu the only constant and the only thing keeping her from bouncing off the walls, “I missed your cock,” she eventually returned.

Keanu’s drawn on pace eventually quickened and not long after, Y/n was overflowing with pleasure again, her jaw slackening and her walls clenching around Keanu. “Fuck, baby,” he grunted, fingers digging into her hips as his member twitched inside her. 

Y/n’s ragged breaths went shallow, her face falling onto Keanu’s shoulder. In response, Keanu propped his chin on the top of Y/n’s head, his stiff hips still ridding out their highs. 

When it was over, and he pulled out, Keanu dropped back into the chair and Y/n laid back on the width of the table, both trying to catch their breaths. “I can’t believe you flew across the country for sex,” Y/n chuckled breathlessly.

With his hands on the plastic, cushioned armrests, Keanu slouched a bit, his pants still undone and around his knees. Y/n didn’t look much better; with her skirt still bunched up, topless and a bit exerted. “I flew across the country for sex with you,” Keanu corrected pointedly, “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

Rolling her eyes, Y/n licked her lips, “I think I’m getting a pretty clear idea.” Sitting up, Y/n winced as she shimmied off the table, going to collect her clothing off the floor, “Can’t say I’m not flattered though,” she grinned, starting with her bra, “Besides, no one can fuck my like you can.”

Standing as he frowed, Keanu pulled his pants up, the front still undone. When he finally stood before her, Y/n looked up at him, eyes holding a teasing glimmer, biting her lip. Keanu let his fingers skim her still bare arms, his movements slow, raising goosebumps on her skin. 

Letting one of his hands linger on her hip, Keanu used the other to capture a lock of Y/n’s hair, curling it around his index finger. His gaze was one of questioning and meant to intimidate her, “You’ve been fucking other people?” His voice was low and husky and Y/n sucked in a breath.

“I......” Y/n trailed off. She didn’t know what it was about Keanu, but the thought of him being possessive like that, even if they weren’t in a relationship, sent heat to the lingering soreness between her legs.

Untangling his hand from Y/n’s hair, Keanu let his hand rest at the bottom of her neck, his stocky fingers just over her pronounced collar bones, the edge of his palm in the hollow of her throat, “Answer me,” he urged, stepping forward so they were chest to chest, well, chest to face.

“Yes,” she admitted, blinking slowly, pupils dilated, “But they couldn’t even come close to you.”

Keanu hummed, a wicked grin pulling at his features, “I’m sure they don’t,” by then, Keanu’s hands were freely roaming Y/n’s body; sliding over her curves, groping her ass, “You know, since you left my room the last time; I haven’t been able to think about another woman the way I think about you. But here you are, fucking other people.”

“A girl's got needs,” Y/n teased cocking an eyebrow, “Pity that they were only just barely satisfied.”

Keanu huffed, jerking her even closer, “Sounds like you need someone to make it up to you.” Already, Keanu’s erection was pressing into her stomach and the throb of arousal in her center reminded Y/n of the growing soreness between her legs.

Licking her lips, Y/n regarded Keanu through her dark, hooded gaze, “Maybe I do.” An informal invitation was all Keanu needed to let his hold on her hip grow firmer as he crashed his lips to hers, pushing her up against the pulled down projector screen. Y/n’s skirt rode up her thighs as Keanu lifted her off the floor and her legs went around his hips. Not too long after, they were once again, clumsily shoving his pants down to around his knees, though, that time, Y/n pushed his leather jacket off too. 

Keanu’s hands slipped up Y/n’s blouse and underneath her bra, groping her breasts and toying with her nipples, eliciting sinful moans and pleading whimpers. “I like it when you beg,” he smirked, letting his tip brush her folds, “Beg for me baby,” Keanu encouraged.

“I want you,” Y/n pleaded breathlessly, her words evaporating as they left her lips, “Please Keanu, I need you to fuck me....”

The tip of Keanu’s tongue trailed Y/n’s neck, all the way up until his mouth was close to her diamond studded ear, “Well since you asked so nicely,” he mused, pushing into her, dragging his teeth over her ear lobe as she groaned at the feeling. 

“God,” the word seemed to bounce off the walls, low and hollow. Y/n’s nails dug into Keanu’s back and he could feel them through his thin t-shirt as he maintained a steady rhythm. Y/n’s warmth cocooned Keanu’s shaft perfectly, being with her like that was the perfect escape.

Y/n’s cheek was pressed to the side of Keanu’s face, his beard rough against her skin, giving her the slightest burn as he moved harshly. She clung to him for dear life, her eyes slipping closed as a consequence of the pleasure. It wasn’t an understatement when she’d told him that there wasn’t another man capable of making her feel the way he did; there was just something about his confidence, they way he could control her without force, wean her body to the highest levels of pleasure with his. Or perhaps it was simply physical, they way Keanu could fill and stretch her so much that it almost hurt, his balls slapping her ass all how his hands sent shocks through her body. Whatever it was, Y/n was certain that there could never be another man like Keanu. 

With the tips of his fingers pressed into the sides of her stomach and Y/n still gipping Keanu’s shoulders; they came together, obscenities mixing to sound messy and hanging in the heat that surrounded them. A final squeak of pleasure escaped her just as Keanu pulled out, collapsing lazily into the chair at the head of the table, pulling Y/n into his lap as he did.

Words weren’t exchanged as they caught their breaths, but there wasn’t really anything to be said anyway. One of Keanu’s arms stayed around Y/n tracing absent, unseen circles into her arm. The other hand lingered on one of her legs, both of which were draped over the arm of the chair. Y/n’s head lolled on Keanu’s shoulder, her gaze blank and forward. 

They stayed like that for an uncounted amount of time, the only thing pulling the two out of their sated state being the anxious shrill of Y/n’s cell, coming from her bag nearby on the table. Not even bothering get up, she reached over Keanu’s shoulder, knocking over the bag and grabbing the phone and swiping to answer without even checking the name or number. 

“Hello?” She nearly yawned, clearly tired from their activates. Letting his hand skim her back, Keanu moved to tangle his hands in her hair, single-handedly massaging her scalp as she spoke. “Okay,” though, Y/n’s frowned suggesting that whatever the matter was; it wasn’t ‘okay’. After another couple minutes worth of her hums of understanding, she finally chalked up, “I’ve been in a meeting all afternoon,” and then, she managed, “No, I’m busy this evening.” Momentarily, Y/n glanced at Keanu, though he couldn’t decipher what she was trying to communicate by her expression, “I’m doing something with a friend,” she offered, though eventually, after rolling her eyes, Y/n seemingly submitted to the other party’s pleas, “Alright. Fine, I’ll ask.”

Hanging up, Y/n tossed the phone back to the table, not even paying attention as it’s movement scattered more of her stuff. The called seemed to sour her mood and she stood reluctantly, wincing as she did, “I’ve gotta go,” she huffed. 

“Where?” Keanu furrowed his brows, not sure if he was offended or just disappointed that he couldn’t spend the rest of the evening with her.

Sighing, Y/n went through the motions of putting her self back together; straightening her clothes and running corrective fingers through her hair, “My parents are back from Beijing and they want to have dinner tonight,”  she rolled her eyes, adjusting and readjusting her skirt, “They said its important.”

“What about your friend?” Keanu scoffed.

“What?” Y/n scrunched her nose, taking a couple seconds before she realized what he was talking about, “Oh! The friend was you, I didn’t want to go,” she shrugged, “You know,” she grinned mischievously, “They said I could bring you. Do you want to come?”

Shrugging, Keanu shook his head, raising off the chair slightly to pull up his pants. Dinner with her parents didn’t seem like something they should be doing; he and Y/n weren’t a couple. Couple’s did family dinners. They were......well, Keanu didn’t know what they were, but he did know how it would look if he showed up on her arm for a impromptu family meal. “I can’t,” he dismissed, “I’ve got some things to do before I get back to New York.”

Y/n didn’t seem the least bit bothered as she shook her shoulders, “Okay, no problem.” The last thing she set out for was her panties, though, by then, Keanu had already stood too and had just gotten into his jacket.

She eventually spotted them near a table leg and when she stood again, underwear in hand, Keanu cocked a grin as he swiped them away, “I’ll keep these,” he shoved them into his back pocket, the red lace barely peeking out, “To keep the memory alive.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Y/n teased, standing on the tips of her toes, still having to pull Keanu down with a handful of his t-shirt between her fingers to kiss him quickly; no emotion, barely any meaning above an unspoken thanks. “I need to get back up stairs, can you find your way out?”

“Yeah,” Keanu huffed, leaving the room and walking with Y/n towards the elevators, “I’ll see you around,” he half waved as Y/n got into the first available one. With her final goodbye, the doors slid shut and Keanu got into the elevator that dinged open.

After the valet took her keys, Y/n lingered at the hooded entrance of the restaurant, trying to mentally prepare for what awaited her inside. Her family rarely had dinner together without due cause; her parents were usually too absorbed with work, each other or both to care about where, what or whom with Y/n ate. It never bothered her though; after growing up closely guarded and with very little room under their thumbs, she welcomed the freedom that accompanied their disregard. The only issue was her dire craving for more, because while her personal life was of very little interest to Heather and Michael, but they still tried to micromanage, though from afar, everything else; who Y/n was seen with in public, where she had gone to college, and most obviously, where she worked.

With a final stilling breath, Y/n smoothed a manicured hand over her short, plum colored dress, eliminating the inexistent wrinkles. Her velvet Jimmy Choo’s clicked quietly on the cobblestone, her steps only silenced by the carpet after  she crossed the gold-framed threshold. “Warren,” Y/n offered to the hostess after someone had taken her coat.

“Right this way,” the woman’s rehearsed smile perfectly charming but in no way warm as she led Y/n to a rectangular table for six central to the room, situated under the dim yellow light of a crystal chandelier.  Much to her surprise, all except of one of the seats were taken. Might have been nice to know that they were having company before she got there.

At the sight of her, Y/n’s father stood, greeting her with a hug, “Dad,” she pecked his cheek, leaning in for him to do the same. “What’s going on?” Y/n managed through her plastered on grin.

Heather was the one to speak up, “Darling,” she took Y/n’s hands before greeting her daughter with a trained la bise, “These are the Wang’s, we met them in Beijing.”

“Oh,” Y/n nodded politely in the other family’s direction, wondering what their interaction could possibly be leading too, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“It is, isn’t it?” Michael gestured to a man about his age first, his grey hair still peppered with dark strands, “This is Li Jian and his wife Alice,” a blonde woman smiled warmly in Y/n’s direction, one of her hands loosely griping her husband’s arm, “And this is their son, Daniel.”

At the mention of his name, Daniel stood, offering his hand, “What a pleasure to meet you Y/n; your parents told us a lot about you, but they didn’t mention that you were absolutely stunning.” Just when she thought Daniel as going to shake her hand, he turned it over, instead pressing a chaste to the area just above her knuckles.

When he raised his head again, Y/n couldn’t help but return his charming smile. He was attractive, probably more than conventionally so; all sharp, strong bone structure, dark eyes protected by long lashes and short, perfectly trimmed dark hair. “The pleasure is mine,” Y/n bent her head, hoping to hide the warmth in her cheeks. Daniel couldn’t have been more than thirty-five and Y/n couldn’t believe that he was already having such an effect on her.

Like a gentleman, Daniel pulled out the only empty chair for Y/n, and unsurprisingly, it was the next to him. Y/n’s father sat at the head of the table, nearest to her, Heather on the end to his left, while Daniel’s father was situated directly opposite of him, Alice next to Y/n’s mother. 

When everyone was settled, the waiter poured them some wine and handed over the menus. Their party looked over the selection of international cuisine, and out of the corner of her eye, Y/n could see Daniel stealing glances at her. Otherwise, it might have made Y/n uncomfortable, but for some reason, Daniel’s intrigue flattered her a bit.

When the waiter returned, he took their orders and as he left, Y/n’s mother was the one who struck up conversation, “Y/n, you know, Daniel is an engineer, he designs planes. He’s at the top of his field in China, and soon here in the U.S too.”

“Oh!” Y/n chuckled awkwardly, briefly turning to Daniel, who’s cheeks had just started going pink, “I didn’t know that, but we’ve just met so he hasn’t really had a chance to tell me.” Maintaining her posed demeanor, Heather kicked Y/n beneath the table, an unspoken warning to put on her best behavior. As the pain shot up her shin, Y/n tried to pretend it didn’t affect her, blinking slowly only so she could roll her eyes. With a sigh, she tried to rectify the awkwardness that she had created, “What I mean is; I’d love to hear about your work sometime.”

“Maybe you two could chat about it over coffee. Or maybe another dinner,” Michael interjected and Daniel’s parents seemed readily onboard with the idea. Suddenly, it all made sense. That dinner wasn’t just a casual affair between two families, she and Daniel were being set up. 

Y/n’s face fell but she hoped no one noticed; she didn’t think they’d try something like that so soon. Then again, Jillian was barely five years older than her and her parents had already found her someone.

“We should grab a bite together, just us,” Daniel broke Y/n’s thoughts and she had to blink her internal despair away. “I’d love to get to know you.”

“Yeah,” Y/n huffed, “That would be nice.”

As the food was set in front of them, everyone kept talking, but at some point Y/n zoned out, going into auto pilot. Sinking into her thoughts, Y/n couldn’t decide if her anger was outweighing her feelings of betrayal. How dare they blindside her like that? As if she were child, or worse yet, incapable of making her own decisions.

Y/n’s stare, directed towards the glass of wine in front of her went blank, and that time, the thing breaking her out of her thoughts was her phone vibrating in her purse on her lap. Trying to be discreet, Y/n kept the device below the table as she mined the short text, “Are you alone?”

“No, still at dinner,” for effect, she added a sad-face emoji.

“What a shame,” Keanu sent back almost immediately, “I’m ready for desert.” Attached to his texts was a picture of Keanu’s erection, constrained by his grey sweat pants, her panties from earlier near by, crumpled in his lap.

Y/n’s glass was at her lips, a mouthful of pinot noir nearly half-way down her throat, when she opened the messages. The sheer shock of the matter had her coughing up the wine, leaving Y/n clumsily scrambling for napkin. Daniel beat her to it though, handing one over and placing a gentle hand on her back. The phone fell, thankfully face down, back into Y/n’s lap and as she cleaned up her face just as Daniel offered her a glass half filled with water. “Are you okay?” His touch was soothing and his eyes worried.

Clearing her throat, Y/n took a couple sips of the water, feeling everyone’s eyes on her as she tried to settle herself. “I’m fine,” she managed, “I just....swallowed too quickly.”

“Okay,” Michael didn’t seem to believe her, though he brushed it off, quickly patting her shoulder, “Well take it easy there.”

Scoffing a soft chuckle, Y/n nodded, “Okay, yeah. Sorry about that.” For a moment more, everyone continued staring at Y/n before slowly redirecting their attention to their meals. The peace didn’t last for long though, because just about fifteen minutes later, Y/n’s phone shrieked loudly and she stood abruptly, her chair scraping the marble floor loudly as she excused herself.

“What?” Y/n hissed, her back now pressed the a wall in the narrow corridor that lead to the bathrooms.

On his end, Keanu chuckled, not seeming to care that she was annoyed. It was probably because he knew it wouldn’t last long. “How soon can you leave that restaurant?”

“We’re in the middle of dinner,” Y/n groaned, whatever irritation she had towards Keanu and her attraction to Daniel quickly melting away. By then, the only thing she wanted was to leave that place and go be with him. Keanu didn’t expect anything more than sex from her; no commitments, he didn’t control her unless they were in bed, just how she liked it, and he was certainly more fun than listening to her parents sell her to the Wang’s like she was some kind of prized pig. 

The gears in her head started turning and suddenly, Y/n wanted nothing more than to get out of whatever her parents were trying to do, “I can leave in the next ten minutes.”

“I thought you weren’t finished with dinner?” Keanu sounded intrigued and Y/n could only imagine the look on his face.

“I’m not. But I think I’m more interested in desert now,” her voice dropped lower and as the words travelled through the phone, she licked her lips.

“I’ll text you my address,” Keanu huffed and after a haphazard exchange of goodbyes, they hung up. 

Everyone raised their heads and awaited an explanation for Y/n’s behavior, though, instead she grabbed up her clutch, “I’m so sorry,” she wasn’t, not really, but she could pretend to be, “But I have to go.”

“Why?” Heather put her fork down, communicating with her eyes that Y/n should sit back down that very instant.

“Jill,” Y/n lied defiant and strong-willed, trying to come with something believable, “It’s an emergency, she.....needs me to....pick her up.”

Michael's brows knitted, “From?”

Moistening her lips, Y/n scoffed, “From......a bar. Rob’s busy and she doesn’t have a ride. So I’m gonna go,” laughing nervously, Y/n rubbed the back of her neck, “But this was nice, Mr. and Mrs. Wang, Daniel; it was great to meet you.”

Before anyone could object, Y/n was hurrying out, not even guilty about the whole thing; every other emotion triumphed by the excitement of seeing Keanu again.

If they kept going like that, Keanu was definitely going to get her into trouble. But, at least for now, Y/n couldn’t find it in herself to care. 

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Zookeeper #chapter 5 (Final)

Previous chapters: 

Chapter1 chapter2 chapter3 chapter4

Chapter 5  “Sarabi”

The blond looked at the clock for the seventh time in ten minutes. The time was going so slow, he couldn’t think about anything else but Sarabi’s health. He didn’t know what to think after Kakashi had said he was incapable of removing the tumor. All the jargon he used, Naruto only knew Sasuke was his only hope left of getting his baby lioness back in perfect health.

His mind started drifting off, remembering how he first got her as a cub. How sweet she was, better than the other three..The blond wondered if he might have not cared for her as much as he had thought he had. Could it be in anyway his fault? Naruto shook his head. Maybe he should get some more coffee.  Before he could stand up he was already met with a mug in front of him. He looked up at Kakashi.

“Thank you” Naruto whispered, accepting the mug.

“I am sorry...Again-”

“It is not your fault” Naruto said, “At least you cared enough to admit you couldn’t remove it”

“Sasuke is the best veterinarian I know-”

“He said the exact same about you. I am not sure if just being a good vet will help..I think I need something magical” Naruto interrupted the man.

“They say love is powerful magic”  Kakashi sighed, leaning his back against the wall.

“My love for my baby girl?...If this isn’t love then I don’t know how to love” Naruto sounded rather annoyed.

“You are right...My bad...I was never good at cheering people up..That was more a Sasuke thing”

WIth a confused look in his eyes, the blond turned his head to Kakashi.

“If that is what makes Sasuke a good vet then Sarabi is already dead...And he will just be playing with her organs. Oh god” Naruto stood up, but Kakashi pushed him back in his chair.

“My baby!”  the blond protested as he looked at the big door. To his surprise, Sasuke just walked out of surgery. He still  wore his mask and his gloves were covered in blood. Naruto’s heart sunk to his stomach. This could only mean bad news. No veterinarian would walk out of a surgery room like that just to give them good news. Tears were appearing the blond eyes as Sasuke approached them. He didn’t say anything. He just looked right at Kakashi.

“In your face! Hatake!”

Naruto’s jaw dropped, seeing the Uchiha make some victory dance. Shaking his hips and rotating his hands above his head.  It is like he didn’t even notice the tiny blood drops dirtying the wall.

“I.Removed. The. Tumor. Suc-cess-ful-ly” The raven was doing the robot now and Naruto swore he saw Sasuke moonwalking. A terrible moonwalk that brought the ghost of Michael Jackson to shame.

“I say ‘saviour’ you say ‘Sasuke’. Saviour!”

Kakashi shook his head as he had  the most annoyed expression on his face.

“Oh you jealous because I. Beat. Your. Old. Flat. Ass. Hatake!” The dancing continued for a good 5 seconds before the Uchiha finally stopped.

“Out of breath already?” Kakashi asked, raising a judgemental eyebrow.

“Yeah, I don’t really go the gym. My exercise use to consist of jaw movement when I chew my food and sex...Now one is gone..”  Sasuke admitted.

“You saved her!” Naruto wrapped his arms around the raven. It finally sunk. His baby girl was going to be fine. “Thank you .So.So.So much. Sasuke I should have never doubted you, dattebayo!”  

“Naruto, it is my job” Sasuke said once the blond broke the hug, “but please praise me more” even with the mask on, Naruto knew the exact grin the raven had on his face. The blond awkwardly moved his hand and started patting Sasuke’s hair.

“Uhm...Good..Veterinarian..Dattebayo” He looked at Sasuke who actually seemed pretty satisfied.

“Now stop, you are ruining my hair” He hissed. Scratching Naruto’s arm so he would stop.

“Bad Sasuke” Naruto hissed.

Oxoxoxox

“Look at her. Not even three months after her surgery she is running again” Naruto had a relieved expression on his face. The zoo was closed and he had to put the lions back in their cage. He put Simba and Sarabi in there first before feeling a head poke his leg. He looked at Kaira and knelt down to pat her.

“Yes, girl?” Naruto asked, but she seemed to want nothing but attention from her zookeeper. “Aww you are such an attention seeker” The blond closed his eyes, using both hands to smother the lioness for a bit.

“I cannot believe you guys are already 20 months” Naruto got up and turned around to guide Kiara to her cage. His eyes widened in shock and he almost choked in his own spit as he looked at the two lions that were already in the cage.

“Are they..Mating….” Naruto put one hand on his heart. He rubbed his eyes, but the sigh didn’t change.

“NOT IN FRONT OF DADDY!” He shouted.

“STOP THAT! YOU GUYS ARE WAY TOO YOUNG! WHAT IS GOING ON! SASSUKKKEEEEEEHHHH!!” Naruto opened the cage and closed it behind before running off. He bursted in the medical unit, causing both Sakura and Sasuke almost scream from the sudden sound.

“Sasuke! Sasuke! You have to come! The lions!” He was panting.

“What is going on? Naruto..” Sasuke tried to let the zookeeper take a seat, but the blond was too shocked to wait and explain.

“You have to come!” The blond didn’t give an explanation either. He felt like time was of the essence and so he grabbed the Uchiha and threw him over his shoulder before running off.

“I can walk! Naruto! Stop it!” The vet was kicking and trying to get free, but Naruto only let him go in front of the cage. He opened it and walked in.  “Look!”

Sasuke walked next to Naruto and raised an eyebrow before looking at the blond.

“You brought me here for lion porn? That is a very strange way to ask me on a date?” the Uchiha sighed.

“No! They are babies! Do something! This is not normal! Dattebayo!” Naruto was about to pull his hair.

“Naruto, I have to admit. Lions get sexually mature around 24 to 27 months.Your lions are...Just twenty months. However, it just means they are comfortable enough in your surroundings and perhaps…” Sasuke’s eyes widened suddenly before frowning. He folded his arms and brought his full attention to Naruto.  

“Did you have sex in front of their cage?”

“What?! No of course not”

“Well, the only other logical reason is that they...Are imitating this behaviour”  Sasuke said. Naruto thought deeply and felt an imaginary brick hit his head when he recalled a certain phone and a certain porn link. They must have seen, there was no other way.

“I swear to God, I didn’t fuck anybody in front of my lions”

“Outside of your lions?” Sasuke asked.

“But that is none of their concern-”

“Pheromones! You must reek of them”

“I.. I am not a vet but...That sounds like just an excuse to ask me if I had sex with anyone while I was clearly flirting with you the last three months”

“...Pfffff...I am not..That...unprofessional” Sasuke coughed before looking away. “Uhm..I will go...Back in medical unit there is an actual patient waiting”

“Who?”

“A panda”  Sasuke said as he tried opening the first door. He tried to push, but it was quite heavy.

“Damn panda’s..” Naruto muttered before handing Sasuke the key, “It automatically locks”

“What a technology...” The Uchiha sighed as he handed the keys back and stood behind the bars.

“Hey, Sasuke” Naruto wrapped one hand around a bar.

“Yes?”

“Uhm...Do you have..Uhm..Any plans tonight?”

“No...No I don’t” Sasuke tucked his hair behind his ear.

“Oh..Me neither, dattebayo” Naruto  muttered, lowering his head before taking a deep breath, “Youwannagohavesomedinneratmyplace!”

“Sure….That took you three months?” Sasuke asked, shaking his head.

“Hey, I was waiting for  your hints that you were ready to go out”

“I gave you tons of hints, Uzumaki!” Sasuke hissed, “Didn’t you hear me obviously stating when I was off and how I was bored. Nothing to do, no plans..Did you not hear me when I said that  I miss  riding dick?”

“I thought it was a joke...Wait...Do you wanna go there on our first real date?”

“Not if that makes me appear needy to you..But..It has been three months...So~”  Sasuke scratched his cheek, “But it is not really our first date. I mean..These past three months. We have been constantly spending time together. So, this is actually...Date 14”

“..No those weren’t legitimate dates...This is-”

“Uzumaki, I made out with  you on ten of those fourteen dates” Sasuke sounded rather frustrated.

“Does that kiss in the bathroom really count?”

“Fuck yea...But, I don’t want to put you in a weird position-” Sasuke shook his head, hearing his own words, “I take that back..I wanna see you in weird positions” He had this innocent smile on his face.

“I am done in an hour. So, I guess I will see you at your place?” Sasuke asked and Naruto nodded

“Sure thing, dattebayo”

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Admin: This is basically the end, but I  am working on a smut bonus for those who are interested.