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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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Yakuza!Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Sugar and Spice (Mafia!AU, NSFW Series) [Chapter 1]

Summary: Kyōjurō and (Y/n) meet at a party, only to find out that their lives would change forever— since they had been arranged to be married. To make matters even more difficult for them, they were from two different walks of life, with (Y/n) being the Prime Minister’s daughter, and Kyōjurō being the heir to his clan’s Yakuza group.

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Teasing, Dirty Talking

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Hot and heavy breaths meshed together in hefty puffs, as needy hands traced every contour of (Y/n)’s body beneath her dress. She felt fingers digging into her left thigh, and a few others pushing her panties aside— just so they could trace up her wet slit, before toying with her sensitive clit.

A gasp of pleasure escaped her mouth then, which was soon followed by another needy kiss from her partner— a cute blond that had been eyeing her from across the party that they had been at. He was so smooth with his words, and that laugh of his felt like it had melted her panties right off earlier— so it didn’t take long for her to give in and follow him up to an empty room on the second floor of the mansion.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby,” The man rasped against her mouth, before nipping at her bottom lip and tugging on it lightly; which caused a tingle to shoot up her spine. “You better remember my name, baby, since it’s the one that you’ll be screaming until morning.”

That had (Y/n) opening her eyes a little, feeling her snarky attitude come to her with some clarity, since she didn’t even have a clue as to what his name was.

However, she was beaten to the punch when the blond pressed a light kiss to the corner of her lips, before trailing kisses down her jaw— eventually biting down on her neck, which had her moaning. Especially since he had partnered that bite with his fingers pinching her clit.

“Kyōjurō. Rengoku Kyōjurō. Say it for me, baby.”

“Kyōjurō,” (Y/n) gasped out, inadvertently arching her chest up into him when he began tugging on her clit. And, as if that wasn’t already overwhelming enough, he slid his fingers down to her entrance and began to push a finger inside her— groaning at how tight and wet she was because of him; for him.

She was so blissed out by his actions that it hadn’t sunk in that she was laying in bed with the next heir of the Rengoku Group— the biggest Yakuza clan in the Kanto region. And, little did she know, that her negligence was going to come back to bite her in the ass sooner rather than later.

The blond then curled his finger up against her g-spot, watching (Y/n)’s face as it twisted up in pleasure— as one of her hands reached down to grab hold of his wrist.

Instead of getting offended, a smirk crawled up onto his lips as he pulled his finger back from inside her; all so he could add in another digit. That motion had her moaning aloud, with her hips bucking up into his hand; which more than stroked his ego, and made his cock throb even harder in his pants.

“You like my fingers inside you, baby?” Kyōjurō cooed, smirking all the while, as he kept on with thrusting his digits up against her g-spot. “Just wait until it’s my cock fucking that cute little pussy of yours.”

However, before Kyōjurō could even take his free hand and unzip his pants, his phone began vibrating in his back pocket— making him click his tongue in irritation, as he regretfully looked down at his flushed bed partner.

He knew full well who she was, which had surprised him when she had accepted his less than subtle advances throughout the night. He had always thought that she was a goody two shoes, what with her steering clear of any unsavory headlines— since her father was the current Prime Minister of the country; but it appeared that he shouldn’t have judged her so quickly.

Regretfully, he sat back up on his haunches, gently taking his fingers out of her cunt and bringing them up to his lips to lick them clean— which had (Y/n)’s eyes widening in surprise and arousal at the sight.

In turn, he gave her a big grin, as well as a cheeky wink, before fishing his phone from his back pocket. “This better be important.”

The young woman took that phone call as a sign that their little rendezvous was coming to a close, albeit with neither of them being remotely close to orgasming. It was frustrating as hell, but it couldn’t be helped— since she also knew what it was like to have priorities other than your own pleasures.

So, gingerly, she sat up on the bed and swung her legs off the side of it— making sure to avoid hitting the man that had been pleasuring her a mere few seconds before. But, before she could get up and dismiss herself, she felt his hand on her thigh— as he leaned in to brush a kiss against her lips; one that began as a soft and light one, that gradually delved into something deeper; his tongue snaking into her mouth and coaxing hers out to play.

That was, until she overheard the words “boss” and “group” coming from the phone that was still pressed to his ear.

And it was only then that it came crashing down on her: her bed partner wasn’t just any normal, handsome man. He was far more dangerous than that, and she wanted to kick herself for not realizing it any sooner.

Because if she got caught with him, it would spell such a huge scandal for her father. He could potentially lose his job, all because she had been too neglectful.

Cold fear washed over her then, and she immediately jerked herself away from him— even slapping his hand off of her thigh— which obviously irked Kyōjurō; judging by the way that his eyebrows furrowed together, as he pinned her beneath his fiery gaze.

(Y/n) wasted no time then, not even giving him another glance as she got up off the bed and quickly slipped her shoes on; chalking the night up as some fever dream that she never wanted to revisit again.

As much as she hated judging others right off the bat, the Rengoku Group’s reputation was notorious enough to land her on the front page of a tabloid— or worse, a gossip rag. And that was the last thing that she wanted to happen, as she had worked so hard to keep her image so squeaky clean that she appeared so boring to the media.

It was the consequence of having a father who ran an entire country, after all.

The moment the door closed, however, Kyōjurō felt irritation bubbling up within him; something predatory in him being stirred up— especially at the memory of her slapping his hand away.

Still, he kept on listening to his father’s secretary— whom had kept on prattling about useless things, which shortened his fuse even more.

Normally, he would have been very indulgent, but being shut down the way he had been was making him feel less than lenient. “Can you get to the point, Matsutaka?”

“I- yes, sir!” The other man all but squeaked at Kyōjurō’s curt tone, before continuing, “The boss is summoning you tomorrow at seven in the morning; so you can meet your omiai partner.”

The blond couldn’t help but feel fed up at the news, even though his father had kept on reminding him that he was trying to work out a suitable marriage arrangement for him. He couldn’t care less about that before, since his heart hadn’t been set on marriage yet; and even more now that his attention was piqued by the woman whom he had beneath him minutes ago.

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Not wanting to stay there for longer than necessary, (Y/n) made her way back down the stairs— after ducking into one of the bathrooms on the second floor, and straightening herself out as much as possible— and melted back in with the crowd; faking smiles, and taking a glass of champagne from one of the passing waiters.

She knew that she just had to fake feeling faint with her earlier group of acquaintances, and she could go home without being it construed as rude.

So, she made her way back towards the same old ladies— hearing them still gossiping about some other unfortunate woman— and deciding to just hold her comments by taking idle sips of her champagne.

“You’re back already, (L/n)-sama!” One of the women exclaimed with a smile, eliciting a polite smile from (Y/n) in return.

“Oh yes, I was feeling a little faint and had to get some fresh air.” Which was a complete lie, as she had been pinned under such a beautiful man earlier, but no one needed to know that.

One other woman laid a hand on her arm, under the guise of sympathy, which had her skin crawling from the clammy skin lingering on hers. But she said nothing, and only smiled further— even batting her eyelashes at the obviously two-faced women.

(Y/n) had no doubt that she had been one of their topics when she had excused herself earlier. It was just how these social circles worked; and she was more than well-versed in that world’s language, having grown up in it and all.

She was just about to thank the women for their ‘heartfelt’ words, but she caught sight of a head of fiery blond hair coming down the stairs from the second floor— all while adjusting the blood red tie that matched his eyes— and felt her heart begin beating faster in her chest.

No one could know that she had even looked his way for the night, because to let everyone know that would be more trouble than her almost-orgasm was worth.

“Ah, but I still feel a little under the weather. So I might be bowing out early for tonight,” The young woman tried for her sincerest tone, but only barely managed to be convincing— what with her mind being solely focused on the blond that was steadily making his way through the crowd.

And, to make matters worse, he was heading right for her with a predatory glint in his eyes.

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x688plsloveme · 3 years

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Companions react to someone saying something Insanely insulting to them and a usually calm Sole loses their shit, as in whoops their ass?

In their pre-war profession, Sole learned to take a lot of shit. They even had a retail job when they were a teenager, so most of what the average wastelander could spit out was usually nothing in comparison.

They'd just pretend the person in front of them was a usual customer and tune them out until they were done. Most regarded them as having the patience of a saint. They just thought it was due to not growing up in an overly impatient wasteland.

Either way, Sole had never even come close to the volume that they used on this idiot.

No one talked bad about their friends, no one. So when they heard the insults thrown at one of their best friends? They went off. Hurling anything and everything that came to mind at the dumb wastelander that thought it was a good idea to mess with them and theirs.

ADA: Although she wasn't hurt by the random human she didn't even care to know, she was touched by Sole's anger on her behalf. She was a tad surprised that her usually mellow was acting in such a way, but quickly adapted to the situation. She allowed Sole to continue their loud ranting for a few moments longer until gently stopping them. "Before he urinated on himself." Was her excuse. Sole snorted and told her it'd be funny, but ultimately let him go because Ada was probably right.

CAIT: The only thing that could've stopped her from punching the waster's lights out herself was the shock she saw from her well mannered friend. It literally stopped her mid-punch. All she could do was look slack mouthed as Sole ripped into the man in front of them verbally. They were usually the one who told her to ease up on her aggression, so seeing this was a treat indeed.

CODSWORTH: The only other time he saw his sir/mum blow up so.... Loudly. Was when they thought their spouse was cheating on them. To see them so upset over someone calling a mere Mr Handy names...it was truly moving. He was sure to clean up around their settlement extra meticulously as thanks.

CURIE: Sole was a sweet person, particularly to her who didn't know the ways of the wasteland quite yet. They were always calm and collected and Curie always admired them for it. Especially in a proverbial hell hole such as this. So the loud, started gasp she let out at Sole's outburst was very much granted. She had a million questions running through her mind that she had to ask as soon as possible. And she did, right after Sole drove away the rude man that sparked their wrath.

DANSE: He was very grateful to his friend for sticking up for him so readily. He didn't have the best mental state, and it seemed Sole picked up on how the insults were affecting him. He guessed that someone that would save his life would care enough to stand up for him, but seeing it - especially from such a nice person - was something else. He gave them a very long hug afterwards.

DEACON: He feels like he should be most surprised of all, seeing as he had been following them up until they discovered the railroad. Not once has Sole ever raised their voice that high, let alone rudely and directed towards another person. He was frozen in place, completely shell shocked. It was only later that he realized they blew a fuse because of what that nobody waster was saying about him. He felt tears as he thought about how much Sole has to care about him even though they don't really know him. He vowed to tell them the real, genuine truth next time he saw them.

DOGMEAT: He was a smart dog, but not even he could keep up with all the strange words Sole used. He had no idea what a "mutfruit humper" was, but he did recognize the angry tone his owner was using. He decided to help by growling alongside Sole to back them up. He kept rapt attention to the now distressed waster that was the object of their wrath in case they tried anything funny. After the whole ordeal was over, Sole spoiled him a little harder than usual, much to his immense pleasure. Extra snacks are always a good thing in his book.

HANCOCK: "I always knew you had in in ya Sole!" He proceeds to laugh until his stomach hurts. Seeing someone as calm as Sole losing it? Comedy gold in his eyes. He does give his best friend a hug when they're done though. He appreciates them so, so much for caring about a worthless ghoul like him. Doesn't mean he's not gonna retell this story to each and everyone of Sole's friends though.

GAGE: When he heard the yelling, he just thought it was more raiders causing a ruckus as usual. But when he identified the voice as his one and only calm overboss, he did a double take. Even as the boss of raiders, he had never seen Sole blow up at anybody, let alone raise their voice. He knew they were loyal sort, but he didn't know it was to this extent. It made his otherwise cold heart warm a bit at the thought that he was one of the people his boss was fiercely loyal to.

LONGFELLOW: He didn't have many people close in his life, so Sole was like a ray of sunshine in an otherwise foggy world. They were very pleasant to get along with and actually seemed to enjoy his stories, which was rare with people that young. They would often sit next to each other in complete silence and just relax without any awkwardness whatsoever. He didn't believe what the others told him about them going ape-shit on people who've insulted their friends until he saw it himself. Now... He enjoyed the calm and quiet, but he would be a liar if this wasn't the funniest shit he'd ever seen. When they were done scaring away the waster that had the bad luck of running into them, he pat an out of breath Sole with a smile on his face.

MACCREADY: He always thought himself as a pretty laid-back guy, but not even he could hold a candle to have chill Sole was. He never ever ever thought he'd EVER see them yell at somebody over a couple insults. Sure, they were directed at a close friend, but it was still jarring. Heck, seeing them flip reminded him of his younger years when the Lone Wanderer would scold him for being rude. He almost let out a few involuntary sorrys himself.

PIPER: As someone who liked getting Intel on everyone and everything, Piper was curious to what Sole looked like when they got truly mad. She heard everything from amusing to scary and just about everything in between, but all she wanted to do was see it for herself. It took a while of her tagging along whenever Sole went, but it was well worth it when some rando finally picked on her bad enough that it send Sole over the edge. Seeing it for herself, she could attest that all of their comments were correct ones.

PRESTON: He didn't like yelling at all, which is part of the reason he enjoyed Sole's company so much. He had never seen anyone so composed while face danger or the rare rude retort. They always took care of it gracefully. No one glanced twice at a mere minuteman soldier like himself, so he had never been witness to one of Sole's rare "blow ups" that he had heard from some of their other friends. But the day it happened.... Well let's just say he was very humbled for not only being cared about so much, but also the sheer force of their yelling was scary enough to remind him of him mother whenever his siblings got into trouble.

STRONG: Needless to say, he is very happy with these turn of events even if he doesn't quite grasp why Sole is doing this. As it stands, it hypes him up to the point that he joins in the yelling and the two of them make whoever was foolish enough to insult him in front of Sole scared out of their minds.

VALENTINE: He always appreciated how calm and collected his friend was. They were always on the same page in that sense. Never letting anything bother them for too long, even if it was truly personal. Just looking ahead and forgetting about things that could sway them from their goals. Nothing could have surprised him more than Sole suddenly started screaming at a particularly rude waster that would not leave him alone. He didn't even know his friend was there until they started screaming. It made him happy to know that the one time they lose their cool, it was for him.

X6-88: No one admires Sole like he does. There's no one else that could earn his respect, let alone friendship. His friend was always on his wavelength - serene and collected in even the most stressful situations. Sure, no one had insulted him quite like the random waster, but he was ready to scoff and brush him off like any other. He refused to admit that he was hurt even slightly, but it seemed like Sole was as sharp as ever and picked up on it. He never in a million years would've guessed that they could carefully and precisely cut into a person with mere words. But he also never guessed that Sole would ever raise their voice so he supposes surprises are a given. As he watched his one and only friend defend him, he let a small, rare smile show on his face.

#i started this when the ask was sent #and didnt have the energy to finish it until last night lol #i hope you like it anon!!!#fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #fallout 4 companions react #hancock #deacon #danse #paladin danse #nick valentine #curie #cait #piper wright #mccready #dogmeat #preston garvey #x6 88

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harmoni-me · 4 years

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hi! wanted to tell you that i absolutely love your writing skills, it’s so different from the others that i've read and it makes me feel so warm inside. keep up the good work! i'm really looking forward to seeing more

if you don’t mind, i'd like to request for a poly nagito x sweetheart reader x kokichi where they’re still in the crushing/pining stage and being confused about their sexuality. thank you, have a good day/night!💙

Phew! I finally did it! My fingers kinda hurt from typing all this haha! But I loved the request a lot! I played around with the concept you gave me as well, so it’s a story that branches out into multiple styles of writing. I do have to warn you though, goodness is this one long! But I hope you enjoy it all in the same! <3

I’m so sleepy lol

quick trigger warning beware! : There is a scene in this where a character goes through mental hysteria that contains some panic attack like symptoms. If you are sensitive to that writing, please, skip the the fluffy scene that if used for comfort right after :) (Or just don’t read it at all, don’t worry! Harmoni understands!)

Nagito Komaeda x Sweetheart Reader x Kokichi Ouma! Pt. 1

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“No…“

“1, 2, 3, 4-“

“NO-“

“5, 6, 7, 8!” Nagito finished, moving the silver, dog-shaped play piece across the board in rhythmic taps.

“NOOOO! BOARDWALK, NAGITO?! FUCKING BOARDWALK?!” Kokichi shrieked in a fit of rage, slamming his Panta drink onto the table, while standing up and causing an absolute fit.

Nagito was chuckling at the enraged boy, who was now standing on the kitchen counters, stomping in pure fury. Kokichi was a huge brat. A clingy, competitive, always-begging-for-something, whole-hearted brat. Though, Nagito would have to admit that he could never stay mad at Kokichi, in fact, he would have to say that he barely gets mad at him. Ever. He reminded the white-haired boy of a playful puppy, bounding and bucking happily when getting what it wants. It made Nagito’s heart melt, evaporate, then simply melt again, even when he was a cursing mess stomping on the granite countertops, getting scratches all over it.

“Woah! Nagi, that’s amazing! You got Boardwalk really early in the game, that’s so cool!” You smiled, while also laughing at Kokichi’s ferocious cursing as ambiance. Your smile drove Nagito’s attention away from the angered boy, and his heart went through overdrive once he saw your sweet smile, radiating so much contagious joy. It’s almost as if he was on a roller coaster that contained a different track each and every time he rode it. One minute, his heart would be doing loops, and the next, it excitedly go up again.

. . .

Now, this is where the problem begins. Well, the one of three problems that plague the three individuals all playing a simple game of Monopoly on a Sunday night. This is Nagito’s problem: Whenever he has an effect on Kokichi, making him oh-so-lovable in his eyes, his heart swells and fills his chest to the brim. Oh, was this feeling that was so incredibly foreign to him feel so wonderful when it dawned upon him for the first time.

Nagito could always draw the memory back within his vision in surreal detail. Kokichi and Nagito were loitering in the hallways of Hope’s peak, with the shorter purple-haired boy dragging the pale, frizzy haired boy by the hand to apparently “Conjure up the biggest most awesome-est prank Hope’s Peak has every witnesses since built into existence”. Honestly, how could Nagito say no to something that holds so much potential hope and despair, all contained in one big gift-wrapped surprise of a prank on the whole school?

After planning for a few hours, Kokichi seemed to have a fuse broken in his brain due to thinking about a truly fool-proof plan. The somewhat drowsy prankster reached into his schoolbag and pulled out two twin bottles of grape Panta, sliding one over to an unsuspecting Nagito. The purple plastic bottle bonked into Nagito’s forearm, knocking the bottle down from the force.

“Nehehe, I guess you really are the Ultimate Lucky student, huh? It just so happens I packed an extra today, Shamrock! Make it up to me sometime soon, okaaaaay?” Kokichi giggled, teasing the lanky, somewhat socially-awkward Nagito who was sitting across from him on a desk within a totally abandoned classroom. Nagito thanked the other, though, Kokichi really couldn’t respond due to being in the middle of chugging his favorite carbonated drink.

Nagito turn to his own bottle. He wasn’t the biggest fan of old-fashioned artificial grape flavored things, but it wasn’t the worst. Plus, it would be quite rude to refuse a drink from a friend, right? So the white haired boy simply picked up the bottle, and twisted the cap off, as per usual etiquette of opening a soda bottle.

Splash

It didn’t take too long until Nagito knew what was going on. The drink had exploded everywhere. The bottle of soda was basically empty by the end of the grape-geyser showcase, and poor Nagito was left drenched in purple, sticky, sugary liquid. The drink already was starting to dry into a thin, sweet crust on his skin, making the boy on a whole other level of uncomfortable. Though, it was kind of expected that Kokichi would be absolutely laughing his butt off in the moment, sounding like some sort of hysteric hyena mixed with a duckling quacking at some breadcrumbs. It was a laughable sight, no doubt, Nagito literally looked like the embodiment of a sad, wet dog.

But then Kokichi settled down after a bit, controlling his breathing from the pathetic sight. After doing so, he got up out of his seat, and knelt down to scrummage through his bag, revealing a regular branded water bottle. He then made his way over to Nagito, and without hesitation, sat himself on his soda-soaked lap.

“Aww, really going for that kicked puppy look, are you now? Well, since I’ve had all my laughing fun from this, I guess it’s only natural that I help you out, hm? Or would you rather just stay just like this? Oh, now, I wouldn’t mind it if we did…though it seems your eyes beg to differ…well in that case, let’s clean you up, shall we?” Kokichi hummed, teasing the ever living daylights out of the wet and miserable boy.

Kokichi then did something that made Nagito’s heart pound harder than it ever had before. The teasing boy reached behind his neck, untying his beloved checkered bandana. He then carefully opened the water bottle, and poured the contents onto the fabric. Once ensuring it was thoroughly soaked, Kokichi started to wash off as much of the stickiness he could. to Ruffling Nagito’s hair, from gently washing his pale cheeks, which were now sprinkled with specks of rose, and finally gliding the cloth along Nagito’s clothes and hands.

A few things in Nagito’s mind had clicked into place after Kokichi had handled him with the care equal to that of a lover. Well, ironically, Nagito had caught feelings for his tiny little prankster brat of a friend. Was it a huge surprise? Not really, based on the track that Nagito was on.

Another piece of the puzzle had snapped: Kokichi was a a guy. That was something really to think about. Never had Nagito found men attractive, but…

Finally, the last, and most worrying puzzle piece out of them all: Kokichi wasn’t the only one he has fell for. His heart has become torn in that moment, with every day becoming more of a wrestling match to the death rather than a silly tug-of-war between feelings. The other side of his heart was unsure, and fell for another person that had lifted him up through his lowest lows, supporting him like a much needed pair of crutches when having a sprained ankle.

And that person, was you.

. . .

“Ok ok ok ok ok! Listen here you little damn shamrock you!” Kokichi huffed, now sitting back on the ground, leg crossed, “You and I both know that I have Park Place, right? Right! Now, my dear little clover, I want to make a deal with you, if you will?” Kokichi smirked with evil intent clear within his irises.

“Ooo! Deals! Nagi, I think you should listen to Kichi, making profitable partnerships is pretty much his specialty.” You giggled, basically becoming Kokichi’s personal little advocate. He let out a quick “Yeah, what she said!”, causing Nagito to laugh and nod, gesturing for an explanation of the deal.

“Well, personally, my little clover, I feel like we should team up, you know? We could completely dominate over sweet our little gumdrop over there, making them drop to their knees in submission to us. You know, I have a feeling you and I both would enjoy it...” Kokichi shuffled a little closer to the platinum blonde, voice dropping, “We could rule them over together, as equals, or even make them surrender if they ever have the chance-“

“Sure! Though, you should probably get out of jail first.” Nagito chuckled, making the other boy grumble.

“OH YOU-“

“Heeeeey! I wanna join in too! It sounds like you guys are having fun and stuff, while I’m all alone…” You puffed out your cheeks, sadness dripping in your voice.

Both of the boys shot up to look at your somewhat downcast features, and oh, how it wreaked their hearts in one fell swoop.

Kokichi automatically shot up from his position, puffing out his chest in preparation for a new speech.

“O-ok! New deal! We ALL join evil forces TOGETHER, and absolutely destroy the game with all of our property, while reaping in the greedy rewards of the capitalist regime!” Kokichi loudly proclaimed, chuckling at the end of his new deal.

You gasped, “Deal! Deal! Taking over a money-based board game with my two favorite people ever will always be a yes for me!” You laughed, smiling at the thought of the three of you taking over Hollywood streets with a pose of limos, while using bags stuffed with pure cash as weapons made it ten times funnier.

Kokichi smiled, resting his hands behind his head, “Yeah! Let’s end it here and just say that we kicked so much millionaire ass that we now have control over the whole economy!”

. . .

This is the second problem, Kokichi is so undeniably confused. About what? About himself. He was sure as all hell about how he felt about you, he always went soft and squishy for you, and not to mention he would be extra clingy when it had to do with you. Headpats? Common, and always appreciated. Cuddles? Been there, done that with you.

But, then there was Nagito. Kokichi would never say this out loud, but he thought that Nagito was so…pretty. And god, Kokichi was a huge sucker for pretty people. Though, once he realized that his feelings didn’t go to just one person, that’s when he started to panic.

He had to take in multiple things at once, trying to accept it all at once, but it was just so incredibly difficult. He has spent the whole entirety of his life to perfect the art of lying, and one thing that he learned constantly manipulated his own mind and thought process, tearing it into metaphorical shreds.

In order to pull out a lie that everyone can believe, you have to lie to yourself, and proclaim your own illusion of your truth.

Did Kokichi want to believe he was immensely attracted to Nagito, who just happened to be a guy? No, he really didn’t. It wasn’t normal.

Did Kokichi want to believe that he had fallen so fucking in love with two of his closest friends? Hell no. In society, you had to pick and choose, it’s one or the god damn other.

Right?

One night, all of these feeling and thoughts rushed into the boy’s conscious all at once, building immense pressure within his head and chest. Was this a nightmare, or-

Suddenly, his throat started to close up on him, making him gasp out in agony, wheezing on the covers of his bed, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes.

Instinct kicked in within the speed of light. Kokichi shakily reached over to his phone, grasping onto it, and quickly set up a group call. Almost immediately, the two people he was panicking over had picked up.

“Hello? Kokichi? Is there anything you need?” A raspy voice rang out. It seems as if Nagito was awoken by the sudden calling.

“Yeah, Kichi? Is there anything wrong?” You softly spoke through the phone. It calmed Kokichi a little just hearing the two of you guy so worried over him.

“I-I know It’s out of the blue-“ Kokichi gasped for air “B-but can you guys please come over?”

And oh boy, did you and Nagito get there in record time.

After just a mere ten minutes, you and Nagito were outside of Kokichi’s bedroom door, and the both of you could hear the desperate hiccups and gasps of your poor friend.

The both of you had no doubts, nor questions. You just wanted the struggling boy to feel safe.

“We’re coming in.” You said, affirming your actions with light knocking on the bedroom door.

When the both of you came face to face with a Kokichi with puffy red eyes, clutching his heaving chest, and thick tears rolling down his face, it felt like the both of you just got shot in the heart, the weight of it sinking down into the stomach, emitting a feeling that could only be described as pure pity. But the two of you automatically got to work.

Sooner rather than later, You and Nagito were cuddling Kokichi from either side, supporting him, as well as being his shield for protecting his small, delicate frame from his own cruel thoughts. You had started to run your fingers through Kokichi’s hair, causing his breaths to become fuller, and not nearly as hitched. Nagito also wanted to contribute in his own way, so he decided to mindlessly draw messy shapes and squiggles into Kokichi’s side, hoping that what he was doing would be of any help.

After only a mere five minutes, Kokichi had passed out from exhaustion, but the two of you kept on doing what you were doing, wanting for the boy in-between you two to have sweet dreams about all of what he desires all night long.

Kokichi has never let go of that memory, and never will for the rest of his life, and it’s a constant reminder on how much he had lied to himself. He actually wanted the truth out of something for once in his life, and that was how long it would be in order for the loves of his life to live without restraint of societal chains. Whenever it was, he would always be ready. Always, with arms as open as the horizon.

. . .

“Why in the world are we watching Big Hero 6 again? Didn’t we watch this, like, a month ago?” Kokichi trudged from the microwave, to the plush couch, bowl of buttered popcorn in hand.

“(Y/N) wanted to watch it, is there a problem?” Nagito tilted his head, holding the remote, about to press play. You were bouncing in anticipation, because this movie was just never a disappointment.

“Hm, well, I GUESS there’s nothing wrong with it….just don’t be surprised when you hear me snoring.” Kokichi huddled up beside you, placing the bowl of popcorn on you lap.

“I deem you the popcorn peacemaker! Your job is to make sure no one’s being a pig.” Kokichi snickered, while you giggled at your new role in life.

“Nagi? You like popcorn, right? Here!” You placed the bowl on his lap, causing him to smile.

“Hey, HEY! NO! That means I have to reach my WHOLE ARM over to to Lucky boy, JUST SO I CAN GET SOME POPCO-“

“Sh sh sh! The movie is starting!” You giggled, shushing the purple haired boy, while you heard a little chuckle from the white haired boy who was next to you.

. . .

The last problem was you. Your heart bubbled up in joy whenever you where around these boys, making your face erupt like a volcano whenever something slightly suggestive is aimed at you when it has to do with either one of them. You liked both of them, a lot, and you gave everything in order for the three of you to flourish in bountiful friendship. Yeah, that’s the problem, it was friendship.

Oh, how desperately you wished that everything could be easy! If life were like an infinite rolling of crashing waves, things would be flawless, predictable even. Unfortunately, life really likes to give you the short end of the stick, and this was honestly one of the shortest sticks someone like you would have never asked for. The loving of two men, both equally, and having an intense desire to treat them as lovers. What would they do as lovers? Where would they go as lovers? The questions and possibilities are endless…

The only time where you felt as if the friendship could’ve resembled anything somewhat romantic, was a summer evening trip to the beach.

The water was the perfect temperature, the ocean was as clear as glass, and the sand didn’t burn the soles of your feet. The boy’s were in their swimming trunks, having their own little fun. Nagito was afraid of getting to deep into the ocean, so you always stayed in the shallow end, trying to capture as many tiny fishes as you could with your bare hands.

Kokichi insisted that him and Nagito bury you in sand, leaving your head poking out of a sandy little cocoon. When the sun started to set, you got some supplies that you brought, and lit the fire that the group planned to create. Everyone gathered around it, cooking hot dogs on sticks, and crafting tasty s’mores that we fed each other.

One could say that that night might be the most casual and platonic friend trip ever, but something was off.

Everyone looked at each other differently that night. When looking into their eyes, it was oddly intimate. It was like all of the stars in the night sky reflected off their eyes conveyed so much...love.

That night, you felt so adored, so cherished and cultivated to the brim of your existence. You felt something, and maybe the other boy’s did too, but that feeling has changed your life.

Thanks to these stupid boys; These stupid boys that you’ve given so much to, you don’t think you could ever love any other.

One you’ve helped get out of a terrible degradation cycle, another you’ve helped to not lie to himself, and not as much to others.

And thanks to your down to earth humility, your heart has been stolen, and it was going to stay taken by those lovely, unique boys who have helped you out of so many ditches, and so many of life’s cracks and dents. God, how could you not fall?

Their lives were precious to you, but you had no idea how they would feel about an actual relationship, so you’ve always been terrified. Petrified and paralyzed to the bone to ever think of what may happen if you were the cause of the fracture of the friendship. You didn’t want to ruin something that has taken so long to build, yet can be torn all down due to a selfish desire.

But, maybe, just maybe, if they went to you first, confessed everything that was bottled up inside, dittoed on how you felt…

Then you might just be the luckiest person to live on this earth, there’s no doubt about that.

#danganronpa #danganronpa fanfiction #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa x y/n #nagito #nagito komaeda #nagito x reader #nagito x y/n #nagito komaeda x reader #kokichi #kokichi oma #kokichi x reader #kokichi x y/n #Kokichi Oma x reader #poly romance #nagito x kokichi #nagito x kokichi x y/n

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peggyrose19 · 4 years

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Babylon

Hello! Angst here. I am back. Did you miss me? No? Too bad :)

So I came up with this idea in the car a few weeks ago and subsequently nearly ran my car off the road which is why I shouldn’t be allowed to drive. It was inspired by this song if you’d like to listen while you read and make it harder on yourself. Characters belong to @lumosinlove as always. I’ve changed a little bit of the timeline, but this is a fic after all, it’s allowed. Thank you for reading!! Ily all <3

I thought we had a place, just our place, our home base, my headspace

Was you and I always, but that phase has been phased in our place

I see it on your face, a small trace, a blank slate, we've been erased

But if we're way too faded to drive, you can stay one more night

The roof had always felt like theirs. The rink was too, their starting line and the stalls next to each other in the locker room, and so was the dorm room they shared. But the roof, that was different. It was just for them.

No one else ever went up there. Just Finn and Logan, when they needed to escape from it all. It was quiet, as quiet as it could get in a college town. But they could see almost the whole campus from up there, and each time Logan remembered the first night Finn had taken him up here, Halloween of his freshman year. It hadn’t been that long ago, hell had barely been six months. But it felt like lifetimes ago.

Logan sat up there alone, staring at the stars. It was chilly still, the spring air cooling fast at night. He pulled his hood up, huddling farther into his sweatshirt. It was Finn’s, he noted distantly, breathing in the musky smell lingering on the cloth.

He sighed. It was all so complicated.

Of all the people there, he had to fall for his roommate.

It had been them, from the very beginning. The two of them facing the world together, or college at least, side by side in games and out, Finn and Logan, Logan and Finn. The connection had been instantaneous from that very first moment they met at training camp.

The more Logan thought about it, the more it upset him. And the more he wished he could stop. But hard as he tried, he never seemed to fully push Finn from his mind. Tears pooled in his eyes as the overwhelming sense of fear and hopelessness crept in, the way it so often did when he thought of this. It just seemed like no matter what he did, it was never going to work.

A warm weight appeared at Logan’s side then and he jumped.

“Woah, Lo, calm down,” Finn chuckled, climbing onto the roof and settling next to him. “It’s just me.”

“You startled me, that’s all,” Logan replied, hurriedly wiping away his tears. Thankfully Finn didn’t comment.

“Brrr, it’s chilly up here,” was all Finn said, moving closer to him. Logan told himself it was just the smart thing to do, using each other’s body heat to warm up, and not Finn needing an excuse to get close to him. It didn’t stop a shiver from running through him when Finn’s knee knocked his and, for just a moment, Logan could feel his breath hot on his face.

But then the moment passed and Finn was looking up at the sky while Logan stared at his lips and suddenly they were them again, Logan and Finn, teasing each other as friends and hiding from the world.

Logan didn’t have it in him to leave.

I'm tired of the feud, your short fuse, my half-truths are not amused

I wish we had a clue to start new, a white moon, no residue

The color of our mood is so rude, a cold June, we're not immune

But if we're way too faded to fight, you can stay one more night

It was late when Finn staggered into the house and upstairs to the room he shared with Logan. Logan who, when he opened the door, sat up in bed and glared at him.

“Where have you been?” he demanded quietly.

Finn looked at him in the dim light, leaning against the door as he shut it.

“Out,” he answered shortly. He wasn’t drunk, hadn’t touched alcohol in over a week, but looking at Logan in that moment, it kind of felt like he was. His green eyes glinted, turning gray in the darkness.

He didn’t move from the door, but stood, examining Logan as best he could; the swoop of his shoulders, the dip in his collarbone, the toned planes of his stomach. He always slept without a shirt on, Finn thought dimly. His eye caught on the dark ink on Logan’s hip and his breath caught in his throat.

“Finn?” Logan asked carefully. Finn could feel his breath coming quicker, the tightening in his stomach that only Logan ever seemed to cause these days. Making a split-second decision, he crossed the room and dropped onto Logan’s bed, cupping his face roughly and bringing their lips together.

Logan gasped into his mouth, and for a split second Finn worried he’d gone too far. But then Logan was wrapping his arms around him and kissing him back and Finn relaxed into his arms.

This kiss was different from their first one. For one, neither of them was the least bit drunk. But it was more than that. Logan was kissing him softer this time, pulling him close and caressing his hair, parting his lips gently and licking into his mouth. It sent licks of fire throughout Finn’s whole body, and he jerked back.

“Finn, wait,” Logan panted when Finn chased his lips. “We can’t.”

“Lo what-” Finn frowned, unsure what had changed. Logan was looking at him warily, fear in his eyes. “Why? Are you okay?”

“We can’t,” Logan said again. “We can’t.”

“Logan.” He didn’t meet his gaze. “What’s wrong?” he asked quietly.

“What’s wrong?” Logan demanded, looking up at him. “Harzy. We can’t- we can’t be, can’t do whatever this is, okay? I can’t-” Logan trailed off, running a hand distractedly through his hair. He watched Finn for a long moment, his mind swirling as he desperately tried to stay mad at him. But it was futile, it always was. It was impossible to stay mad at Finn, especially when he looked so lost and upset. He sighed

“Look, I’m sorry.” He ran a tired hand over his face. “I just- I’m sorry. It’s late, let’s just- let’s just get some sleep. We can… we can talk in the morning, just… please don’t look at me like that.” Logan fell silent, and Finn stared at him, wondering what his expression looked like to cause him to say that.

“G’night Logan,” was all he said, and then stood up and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving his best friend staring dejectedly after him.

We said we'd both love harder than we knew we could go

But still the hardest part is knowing when to let go

You wanted to go higher, higher, higher

Burn too bright, now the fire's gone

Watch it all fall down

Babylon

Logan didn’t want to let Finn go. As he laid in his tiny twin bed, Finn pressed up against him, it felt even harder. He was leaving in the morning, in just a few short hours, and the more Logan thought about it, the harder it became to fight back tears.

He knew he had to let him go.

But he also knew that he loved him.

And he wasn’t sure what to do with that.

Logan had never known what to do with his feelings for Finn, if he was being honest with himself. And this seemed as good a time as any to start telling the truth. Some part of him had always loved Finn, from that very first moment they met. He had felt himself falling for his best friend and teammate with each passing day, and had pushed the feeling down so far he forgot it was there.

Until that night. The party. Until he’d gotten drunk and chatted up a girl and Finn had looked at him with such jealousy in his eyes that Logan couldn’t stand it. So he’d let the girl go and begged Finn to come with him, making up a thin excuse to get him alone.

Then he’d kissed him, in the light from the streetlamp, and Finn had kissed him back like he was everything and Logan had only fallen harder. But still he ran. And as he lay there remembering, tears sparked in his eyes.

He didn’t want to ruin it all. Their friendship was too precious and Finn was leaving and-

It was all crashing down around him.

They had been so good, toeing the line between platonic and romantic for so long. Pretending he didn’t feel more than he did, that he didn’t want Finn so much more than as a friend. He had known it was going to crash and burn at some point, had known since the moment Finn found out he was drafted. It didn’t make any easier to let him go.

Burn too bright, now the fire's gone, watch it all fall down

#angsty angst #harvard finnlo #o'knutzy #lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast #babylon #song fic #no happy ending oops #did you miss me?#this is becoming a series just btw #blame manda it's her fault #i have no regrets

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shirophantomvox · 3 years

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Lotor's Nanny

Hello y’all! I am back yet again with another Voltron short fiction! I got this prompt from @vld-prompts and this one is great! Some dialogue in this are mixed quotes from the show. The prompt is: “Dayak comes to Galra HQ unexpectedly.” The link shows the reference I used in this story. Its somewhat the same, I changed some elements and dialogue. I mentioned the Code of Ethics because some companies do not allow in-dating. That means you cannot date one of your coworkers. This story has been on my mind for a while and it came out better than I expected! I hope you all like it. Be sure to follow me for more writing content!

Team Voltron slowly walked across the bridge of Galra HQ formerly known as Zarkon’s ship. Chills ran down their spines as they approached the now Emperor Lotor and his staff. Right above them were tapestries filled with light purple, white, and yellow; the same colors the paladins of old had. The expression on Lotor’s face was the complete opposite of his new comrades. The paladins had been through enough; their lives could end at this very moment and to think they blindly walked into Galra HQ? Thank God, Lotor didn’t have any tricks up his sleeve...or did he?

Lotor approached the Paladins with open arms aimed at Princess Allura; hoping she’d give him a hug and not leave him looking like a fool. Reluctantly, she embraced him softly, barely placing her arms fully around his back. That was good enough, for now. She backed up quite smoothly, lifted her head, and looked at the tapestries that hung above her head. They all gasped and at the beauty and detail of them. The yellow had thin lines of dark yellow as the outline. They glistened in the spotlights because of the white glitter that was in its place. Lotor smiled large, folded his arms, and lifted his head. This was his time to shine and he was ready to do so.

“The colors you see before you are the same ones that our fathers used while battling. These colors represent friendship, leadership, and an emphasis on an unbreakable bond. Although the unbreakable bond didn’t workout well the first time, I’m certain it will now.”

Lotor’s smile slowly faded as he glanced directly in between Allura and Shiro. “Lover Boy” Lance McClain came storming between the two, stood toe to toe with him, and pointed his lengthy index finger in his face.

“Lance, that’s rude! What are you doing?!” Allura’s tone wasn’t her usual sweet, calm reflection but instead more like an irritated mother. She had been used to Lance’s irrational fears but this was TOO FAR for her. She developed feelings for Lotor, she is one of the leaders of Voltron, and having him misbehave insulted her leadership skills.

“Don’t worry, princess. I just want to make sure he doesn’t have any tricks up his sleeve.”

Lotor arrogantly chuckled quietly to himself. Although Lance appeared to be the airhead surfer boy, he took his role as paladin and valued his team seriously. They had been ambushed several times by Zarkon, his father. They have every right to be paranoid even if Allura didn’t think so. One thing that irked the team was her sense of trustworthiness. She hated Lotor simply because he was truly a threat and was Zarkon’s son but once she found out he was half Altean, it appeared as if she did anything he said. She fell for him; hard and that isn’t always good.

“I assure you, I am not here to play games or have any “tricks up my sleeve”. Trust me, if I did, you would know about it already. I am more skilled than you. There’s no need to lie.”

“As much as I would love to believe you Lotor, the Galra aren’t the ones to ‘turn the other cheek’. They keep fighting and fighting until they die.” Hunk began to sweat a little as his nerves began to run amuck.

“Hunk has a point. Why all of a sudden are we teaming up with Zarkon’s son to fight against his own empire that your the head of? It doesn’t sound right.”

“If Pidge agrees with me, it must be a set up.” Lance turned around and allied himself with the rest of the team. They were not pleased at all. Could it be a possibility that they were being paranoid? Is it wrong that they haven’t given him a chance to prove himself? Lotor released an irritated sigh, closed his eyes, and opened them again.

“I assure you, I have nothing to hide.” He snapped his fingers and two robots came at his side quickly. “If you all don’t mind, we are going to HQ and we will have a chat about what our next steps are going to be.”

The centurions led the way to HQ. On the way there, it was quiet and awkward; the only ones that were talking were Allura and Lotor. He had a large binder open with pages and pages of scientific research that Honerva had been using to figure out information regarding the creatures from the rift. Both were so intrigued by the findings that they began to pick up speed next to the centurions, leaving the team a bit behind. Allura took hold of the binder to find something specifically related to Oriande relating to “life givers”. Lotor began to close the space between the two placing his arm around her waist and gently placing his hand around her thigh. Lance was about to blow his fuse! Pidge and Hunk reassured him that Allura has stated several times before that she is not interested in dating him. It would be unprofessional; Lotor and Allura were considered to be allies. If they dated they’d be violating the Code of Ethics...somewhere.

“If she wouldn’t be interested in dating him, why isn’t she throwing his arm off her?”

“Lance, I haven’t dated yet but I know something about girls.” She pushed her glasses closer to her face and pointed in the air. “Some girls just entertain the behavior in the moment so the guy doesn’t flip out. They also do it so the man’s ego won’t get hurt. Both reasons are stupid and unhealthy but that is why. I have no idea why a man’s ego is so easily destroyed just because a girl rejected his passes.”

“Good question. It makes the good guys look bad.” Hunk stuck his finger in the air and smiled. “I’ll always treat my woman like a queen!”

The team had finally reached HQ. Lotor suddenly became quiet and stood still. He squinted his eyes, frowned, and slowly moved away from them. Once he approached his subject, his eyes widened. There was a tall woman dressed in long black clothing, her head covered, with her back turned. She had two blue binders that said “memories” on the binding side and an old cloth blanket. The emperor face palmed himself quietly backing away instructing the team to leave HQ quickly without making a sound. As soon as the robots began to move, the woman turned around, gasped and yelled his name.

“Lotor!”

“Goodness gracious,” he replied quickly under his breath.

The woman came walking towards him with a smile of endearment. He could now see the front of the binders and nearly lost his mind. He blushed at the sight and glanced back at her. She laughed, assuring him that she was moving his belongings to another part of the ship.

“Oh, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Embarrassed about what?”

Lotor changed his expression and turned around. Still blushing, he managed to smile.

“This is Dayak, my governess. She raised me when I was a child, trained me, and helped me become the man I am today.”

“Barely,” Lance blurted out. He snapped his head and smiled oddly at Lotor. Lance was able to put two and two together and realized what he was embarrassed about.

“Wait, wait, wait. She raised you from a child? As in your nanny?!”

“Governess!” The emperor face palmed again, not able to look in Allura’s direction.

Why would ANYONE want their old photos to be shown to anyone they liked?!

“Oh boy, you had a nanny! Oh my goodness, I didn’t have one!”

“That’s why you're lacking in so many areas. Can’t you tell?” He began to flex his arm, showing the implied muscles through his shirt.

“That’s all you’ve got? At least mine are real!”

“Mine are too! You look like you’ve been using steroids!”

“Steroids? How do you know what those are? You’re an alien.”

“Ok, Lance, that’s enough. Dayak was going to speak,” Shiro said, somehow not irritated. Given the chaotic life he has, this was nothing but pure entertainment.

“Thank you. True enough I am this young emperor’s governess and I did far more than nanny duties. Lotor underwent intense training at the age of 6 years old. Many doubted his abilities but I knew he had it in him.”

“Thank you, Dayak.”

“Lotor, don’t hate me for this. Dayak, what are in the books that you are holding?” Hunk was generally curious and had no ill intent in asking unlike Lance. Still, Lotor was pained to see what was in those books. His style would have definitely been cramped.

“I’ll show you if it’s ok with the emperor.”

Lotor sighed heavily and threw his hand in the air.

“Yes, it's ok.”

Everyone gathered around his governess as she opened one of the books. The font read “Memorable Moments” and God knows what was in them. The team released a number of “awws”, “wows”, and “oohs” . Dayak, the nanny--governess, smiled as she turned each page remembering how cute the emperor looked in his formal clothing and how hot she looked when she was younger. This stage in his life would have happened matter what; Honerva would have done the same thing.

“This picture was taken after Lotor learned the Galran alphabet, vowel sounds, and numbers.”

“Wow! Lotor used to take a stuffed animal to class?” Hunk laughed. “Ha!”

“I was afraid, ok? I was all by myself.”

“And no one is shaming you for it buddy! Well, maybe Lance, but we aren’t.”

“This picture was taken during PE class. He loved to play buckets. I thought he was going to pursue somewhat of an athletic career!”

“I have to admit, he gets his muscles from Zarkon.”

“Aw. Thank you Princess.”

“That’s not a compliment dude.”

The emperor realized that the old photos of him weren’t so bad after all. They were milestones; it showed how well he has progressed and how he will continue. These were his allies after all. It was important for them to see him during his softer moments to know that they could talk to him about anything.

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crue-sixx · 5 years

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Baby, You're a Firework!

Title: Baby, You're a Firework!

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: Motley Crue

Summary: You and Mick are in the midst of an intense sex session when you're interrupted by sulfur, potassium nitrate and charcoal.

Warnings: smut, swearing, light drinking

18+ Readers

Just after the show, you were waiting back at the hotel while Mick went partying with the guys. That kind of thing wasn't your scene, preferring quiet and calm over loud, rude and aggressive. Which surprised your friends and family when you started seriously dating Mick Mars, the guitarist of Motley Crue. On his end, the bad was surprised that he'd be interested in you as well. You were working at the library when you met him-he was looking for books regarding Do It Yourself guitar repair and you suggested a magazine that ended up helping him a lot. He returned a few days later telling you that he'd fixed the problems he was having and started chatting you up, though it seemed a little awkward for him to do so.

All this happened two years ago, right when Motley made it big. Since he was touring most of the time, you didn't get to see much of each other and you felt that loneliness that comes with being the lady of a musician. But this time you wanted to surprise him in his room. Doc had picked you up from the airport earlier and gave you a key to his room. He smirked, knowing exactly what you'd be doing and ordered a bottle of champagne that was waiting on ice in the room.

The other items you'd ordered were still in the boxes- rose petals, candles and that very sheer negligee that you hoped looked enticing on you. It was black lace with pink faux feather trim, the fabric sheer enough to leave little to the imagination. When you slipped it on, your nipples forming peaks in the material. You delicately laid out the rose petals on the bed and floor, lit the candles and as soon as you heard the door open, you put your glasses on and laid in the most sultry pose you could. Mick took a moment to survey the scene and smiled widely "Y/N! What are you doing here?" you gave him an innocent peck on the cheek and he continued "and why're you dressed like that?"

You couldn't help but blush a little-this WAS out of character for you, but you wanted to be a little more adventurous. "Just wanted to surprise you" you kissed him more passionately now, his hands moving around your waist and wandering to your ass and tits. You broke off the kiss to say "I call this look The Lusty Librarian"

"I LOVE The Lusty Librarian" he had a hungry look in his eyes, pushing you against the bed, peppering your skin with kisses and licking. When he got to your breasts, he suckled them through the fabric, with one hand playing with the other nipple and eventually squeezing them together and kissing your cleavage. You let out soft squeaks, which he found both adorable and sexy. He grunted, his dick waking up and pressing a little painfully against his pants.

You looked down at him and said "You can jerk yourself while you're pleasuring me..."

He shook his head and answered "Not yet...you came all this way to be with me and I'm gonna make this last..." his head was in between your legs, you gasping at the sudden feeling of his tongue licking your folds. You heard him grunt again, knowing that he was getting harder by the second. He reached up to fondle your tits as he was eating your out, causing you to slowly rock your hips.

"Just like that baby" you reached down and tangled your fingers in his dark hair. He looked up at you, his icy blue eyes glazed over with the drug of desire. This prompted him to shift so he could get his arm free, and inserted two fingers inside you, changing it up to sucking on your clit. You had inadvertently tugged a little too hard on his hair, him making a slightly annoyed expression with his eyes.

"Sorry, Mick" you softly said "You're so good at that" you arched your back and bit your lip. He stopped and dropped his pants, his cock throbbing for you. You gazed at it, lightly touching the tip. "Want me to suck it, babe?

He only nodded and sat down on the bed, legs open to accommodate you. First, you kissed the head while stroking the shaft, then licked it. He let out a few grunts as he got even harder in your mouth. He usually wasn't vocal or demanding, but the way your glasses amplified your eyes while you were looking up at him made him feel a little bolder. "Oh fuck yes, Y/N..." he reached down and pinched your nipple, making you wince in pain a little. But it was pleasurable "Those glasses make your eyes look big and needy...look up at me" he guided your chin up so you could lock eyes with him as you sucked him off.

You had to stop to catch your breath, and asked "You like 'em baby?" while jerking him off.

He took a more authoritative tone "Who told you you could fuckin' talk?" he pressed the head to your mouth and you began again. This more dominating behavior was a turn on for you, your cunt dripping just from sucking him off. You hollowed out your cheeks and slurped around him, making him buck his hips a bit and hold your head down so you could get his dick deeper down your throat. About a minute of that and you heard him say "Shit, I'm about to fuckin' cum..." you pulled back, letting his seed splash your chest.

The both of you were breathing heavily and you wiped his semen from your breasts with a wash rag. You saw that he was still hard, so you crawled into bed with him, exploring each other with your mouths and tongues. "How do you want me?" you asked, the both of you rubbing each other's nether regions.

"On top of me" he grunted into your mouth "I need you to ride me..." he slipped the negligee off and you were now completely exposed to him.

"Will it be okay for your back?" you asked seriously.

"It's been fine for a couple of days" he looked down at you "it'll be fine now..." he laid back on the bed and you helped him out of his pants, the both of you laughing when there was some difficulty. You had lined up his cock with your sheath and teased the tip a little. He whimpered in need and you decided it was enough and slowly slid yourself on him. "Oh god damn..." he groaned as he felt your warmth swallow him up.

"I've missed this dick, Mars" you slowly started riding him "I've missed you even more..." his hands stroked your thighs lovingly. You were so touch deprived that even that sensation was pleasurable for you.

"I missed this tight pussy" he added, slapping your ass in a playful manner "I missed you too, Y/N" he caressed your cheek gently, like a light breeze. You leaned forward with your hands on his shoulders, your tits dangling a few centimeters from his face. He took this prompt and tickled your nipples with his tongue, and taking one into his mouth and sucking on it. "I'm gonna fuck you baby..." you stayed still and he hugged you to him, his hips making circular motions. You loved this feeling, you getting louder with your moans. You tried to bite your lip to keep it down out of courtesy for the other guests at the hotel but he reprimanded you.

"Don't you fucking dare quiet yourself" he gave a hard, quick thrust into you. This was a new sensation, you gave a yelp of surprise. "You let everyone hear who's fucking you like a goddamn porn star" he gave another hard thrust. You did feel a little pain, but it wasn't unpleasurable.

"M-Mick Mars" you whimpered into his shoulder.

"Louder" he commanded, his thrusts getting rougher and quicker. You sat up and threw your head back, his hand holding you firmly at the waist.

"M-Mick....Mother fuckin'...Mars!" you were so turned on by this new side of him, your pussy was overflowing with your juices. You had cum once already from his rapid trusts, and another orgasm was riding on the back of the last one.

"Again!" he grunted, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he was nearing his own release.

"Mick Mars! Mick Mars!" he sat up and hugged you close to him as he came inside you, him letting out an animal like roar as he did so. He came so much that it was spilling out of you, and you had left scratches on his back as you came for a third time as you felt him filling you up..

When you both calmed down, you rested on each other's foreheads and shared a tender kiss. You were about to share "I love you" when it happened.

Nikki, Tommy and Vince had kicked the door open, all of them sweaty, drunk and high on something when they saw you right after the deed. They hooted and hollered with "Yeah Micky! Get it!" you grabbed the sheet and covered yourself with it, humiliated that people other than your boyfriend had seen you naked.

"Get out assholes!" Mick threw the unopened champagne bottle in their general direction, smashing the thing on the wall. The three fools laughed and Nikki pointed a firecracker at the window while Vince lit the fuse. The thing whizzed past the open window and into the night, the sparks setting the hotel curtains ablaze. You and Mick detangled from each other to get out of the burning room. You dropped the sheet and were stark naked in the hallway, people coming out of their rooms to see what the commotion was about.

Mick was now glaring at his band mates in rage, he too being naked and letting you use him as a shield so people wouldn't see your body. "You fuckin' dicks! You just set my room on fire!"

"And from the sounds coming from in there, you did too in your own way!" Vince laughed, while Nikki and Tommy were mocking your moans of 'Mick Mars'.

"You assholes were listening to us?!" you shrieked, your face red hot with embarrassment.

"Kinda hard not to" Nikki retorted "you were so loud we heard you all the way downstairs!"

You hid your face in your hands with shame "Please just kill me now..." you groaned.

It got worse when the fire department got there to put out the blaze before it spread, one of them having the common decency to give you and Mick both a blanket to cover up with. The police taking your statement couldn't stop snickering at you as you were talking. Then the hotel management told you all in not so kind words that you needed to leave. The staff tossed all your belongings out in the street and told you all to never come back.

You stayed around for two days, making sure Mick's back was okay and silently plotting your revenge on those three fucks. You could call the authorities in the next tour stop and inform them of all the illegal substances in their bus, or call their mothers and tell them that their sons were being hooligans, but you decided on the best (or worst) punishment. When you got home, you picked up the phone and said to the operator "I'd like to make and international collect call please."

"Certainly ma'am" the operator said cheerfully "Where to?"

"London, England" you were grinning from ear to ear at this point.

"Who is it you're trying to reach?" the sounds of clacking could be heard in the background.

"Sharon Osborn. Tell her its Y/N L/N and that its an emergency that Doc needs help wrangling Motley Crue into behaving" the older lady accepted the charges and was on the phone in a few seconds.

"Hello?" a cheery British accent came on the line "Y/N?"

"Yes Mrs. Osborne I'm here" you said "How are you?"

"I'm doing just fine dearie, but how are you? The operator said this was an urgent call" she sounded concerned.

"I'm okay but Doc needs some extra help keeping the boys in line and from what Mick told me that you laid down the law back when they were touring with Ozzy. Those dingbats set the hotel on fire a few nights ago and we were kicked out" you heard her gasp on the other end.

"Well I never!" she snorted "tell Doc that I'll be there tomorrow at LAX in the afternoon! I'll call him with an exact time later!"

"Yes ma'am!" you hung up the phone and called Doc to relay the message. You could practically hear his smile forming on his face and he assured you he'd be there to pick her up.

If only Motley Crue knew that the devil incarnate was coming, they'd run for the hills. You smiled at your handiwork and went back to alphabetizing the shelves at work.

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sebthesnipe · 5 years

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Baby and Friend

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My Dearest Procyon

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Chapter 17

Original story based on this wonderful post by @underdog-arts

Patton glanced up at the beautiful swirling black and blues above him in the small clearing. He hadn’t realized just how much he had missed the night sky when he was cooped up in his usual cave. Despite his immense power, Patton knew it was best to stay hidden, to keep away from humanity. Not all of the human race was as accepting as Logan had been. They just weren’t ready for someone as different as he was, and unfortunately, Roman proved that was still the case.. Even so, he wished humanity could be kinder, if not for himself, then at the very least for Logan and Virgil’s sake.

“I know you’re there,” Patton called softly, a smile turning his lips up in amusement. “I can sense magical auras, silly.”

Logan hesitantly stepped out from behind the large oak, giving an embarrassed flush as he moved forward. He had awoken to the dying fire, becoming concerned when he discovered Patton’s small pallet empty of his sleeping form.

Seeing the dragon alone in the middle of the switchgrass had Logan pausing. The pale moonlight painted Patton’s soft features as he peered up at the endless sky. It was perhaps the most beautiful thing that the witch had ever had the privilege to witness. Patton seemed almost fragile in the gentle glow, the world around him so peaceful as the stars shined in the reflection of his eyes. Logan was fairly certain he would have been content to remain in the shadows, admiring the dragon from afar, for the rest of his days.

“I apologize, I did not intend to disturb you,” Logan admitted.

“Don’t worry about it, Kiddo. I’m always happy to have company,” Patton grinned as he peered up at Logan, patting the ground next to him. “I’m surprised you’re not asleep like the others.”

Logan moved to sink down next to him, adjusting the cloak around his shoulders carefully so as to avoid it brushing against his back. “I don’t sleep well most nights,” he admitted softly, but chose not to elaborate for fear of causing the ancient creature undue stress. “When I woke up and you were not there, I began to worry something might have happened to you.”

Patton’s eyes grew wide as he glanced up at the lanky man next to him. Logan was worried about him? He supposed that the worry itself wasn’t surprising; Logan was such a kindhearted person and he cared so much for others. No, what was surprising was that Logan knew what Patton was, how much power he held within him, and he still worried about him. It was, well, it was extremely sweet.

The dragon couldn’t help but give a small giddy giggle at the admission, causing the redness in Logan’s cheeks to darken as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“I meant no offense, I assure you,” Logan mumbled as he averted his gaze.

“Oh no! No offense taken!” Patton chuckled. “It's just so nice of you to be concerned about me. I guess it’s just not something I’m used to.”

Silence fell between them as Patton’s attention turned back to the sky above them. Logan’s eyes wandered back to the other man’s features, still glowing gently in the moonlight. Logan doubted he would ever grow use to the sight before him and took a moment to try and commit Patton’s image to memory.

“Which one is it?” Patton asked softly, eyes still upturned.

“Hm?” Logan hummed in confusion, pulling himself from his thoughts.

“The star,” Patton explained, glancing at the witch next to him with another soft smile that made Logan’s chest tighten almost unpleasantly with the force of an emotion he couldn’t name, “the one from the vision. Which star is it?”

It took a few seconds for Logan’s thoughts to catch up to his heart. “Oh, you mean Procyon?” he asked softly, gaze moving to glance up at the night sky as well. They didn’t look quite as bright as they always had to him; sparkling with the light of a thousand futures, the dreams that had yet to come true, the wishes of those who had passed and would come again. No, their beauty was dull in comparison to the light of the man next to him.

“That's the one!” Patton chirped excitedly, his large eyes gazing up in wonder. The look pulled Logan’s attention back to his face, causing his breath to hitch.

“Y-you really want to know?” Logan managed, stuttering slightly in astonishment.

“Well, yeah. I think it’s really interesting,” the dragon offered, glancing at the witch once more, his genuine smile still in place.

“You do?” Logan was awestruck, unable to process the new information Patton was providing. No one had ever shown interest in the things he was passionate about.

“Of course,” Patton chuckled. “I’ve never met anyone with so much knowledge about what’s out there. I’ve always wondered about it. How could I not?” He turned to the small specks that littered the sky once more. “They’re the only things that stay the same no matter how old I get.”

Logan felt as if his heart seized. He knew Patton was older than he could have guessed, but he had never realized just how lonely that kind of existence could be. Patton had no doubt made countless friends throughout his lifetime, his personality was far too bright not to have, but how many of them were mortal? How many had he had to watch die, unable to protect them? How many had he had to mourn?

“Forgive me for such a rude question, Patton; but, how old are you?” Logan asked curiously, studying the man’s upturned face for a reaction.

Attempting to hide his pain, a small twitch of an eyebrow was the dragon’s only tell. Logan managed to catch the look, but just barely. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, however. It could have been discomfort or sorrow, annoyance or amusement; he couldn’t be sure which.

“I don’t remember,” Patton answered honestly, never pulling his gaze from the stars. “I lost count a long time ago. Why try and figure it out now?”

Logan stared at him. He wasn’t sure what to make of the answer. Despite Patton’s ability to hide behind his cheery composure, Logan didn’t need magic to tell him that the powerful being was hurting.

Unsure if he was making an appropriate assumption in a moment like this, Logan shifted closer until their knees brushed against one another. He could feel the warmth of the dragon coming off in waves, heating his side pleasantly as he lifted his arm, inviting Patton in.

Patton, unlike his human counterpart, had no reservations whatsoever. The smaller humanoid leaned in immediately to snuggle against Logan’s side, careful not to touch his injured back. His smile broadened at the gesture, giving a contented sigh as Logan wrapped an arm around his waist.

They sat there for a few minutes, content in the silence that surrounded them as they stared up at the stars above. Logan’s mind wandered to their journey and the uncertainties they still faced. What would happen when they found what they were looking for?

Furthermore, why had Patton decided to join them to begin with? Was it curiosity? Would he leave when all was said and done? Did he find these little mortals amusing?

There were far too many variables that Logan didn’t understand when it came to the dragon. Similarly, there were far too many questions when it came Roman. Why was he growing so close to Virgil and how could they possibly avoid his death? There was so much that didn’t add up, the witch wasn’t sure what to do with all the data. For now, however, it was best to let it be and enjoy the night sky.

“There,” Logan explained, pointed to a small section of sky, “is the constellation of Canis Minor,” he whispered softly, leaning his cheek against the top of Patton’s soft curls. The smell of campfire and mulled sweets that was so uniquely Patton, filled Logan’s senses, almost making him dizzy. “Nestled next to the constellations of Cancer and Gemini. The brighter star is Procyon A, which is a spectral class. It suggests that Procyon A is evolving into a subgiant that has nearly fused its hydrogen core into helium, after which it will expand as the nuclear reactions move outside the core. As it expands, Procyon will swell to a maximum of one hundred fifty times its current diameter. Of course this will occur over the course of ten to one hundred million years.”

Patton gasped. “It’s still growing?! You mean it’s a baby star?!” he chittered, tilting his head against Logan’s chest to peer up at the witch.

“I suppose that is an adequate description yes,” Logan offered, face warming at just how close they were, which had nothing to do with Patton’s natural body heat.

“Well, that's just so gosh darn cute I don’t know what to do about it!” the monstrously powerful man admitted cheerily. Logan couldn’t help but give a small snort of amusement before turning back to his explanation. His heart was racing, pounding against his ribs uncontrollably. So much so that Logan was concerned Patton might notice. No one had ever bothered to listen to his factoids about the stars or encouraged his passion for them. Even Virgil seemed to merely suffer silently through his constant ramblings. It was so strange. It was so new. It was so… Patton.

“Though the human eye can not perceive it without the assistance of some very advanced machinery, there is a white dwarf just beyond Procyon A,” he pointed towards the section of the sky once more, “known as Procyon B. It is very difficult to-” Patton’s shocked gasp had the witch instantly on edge. Had he said something wrong?

“The baby has another tiny little baby friend?!” Patton cried excitedly, instantly washing away Logan’s fears. “That’s so sweet! It’s like he has a brother! Oh, Logan!! That’s so wholesome and sweet and cute and nice and beautiful!”

Logan couldn’t help but give a soft smile at how adorable the other man was.

“I suppose you could claim that, yes,” the witch didn’t have the heart to point out that stars did not have feelings, therefore could not experience the friendly bond Patton seemed to devise for the two. He certainly was not going to argue with what could be the most powerful creature on the planet.

“Oh that's so wonderful!” the smaller man cried as he threw his arms around Logan’s neck tackling him in a stifling embrace. Unfortunately, Logan hissed in surprise, the hold brushing against a few of the gashes on his shoulders and the new weight throwing him off balance.

The two toppled to the ground. Logan shifted, trying to shield Patton from the damp grass beneath them. His efforts proved to be effective, however, as he pulled Patton against his chest, the witch landed on his back, a cry of pain escaping from between his lips as the white hot tendrils of agony washed through him.

Patton scrambled off him as quickly as he could. “Oh no! Logan I’m so sorry! I forgot!” the usually soft sweetness in his voice replaced with shame and worry.

Logan lifted a hand to wave off the words, unable to speak as he worked through the anguish that throbbed throughout his being. His soul screamed inside the prison that was his body, the paranormal wounds far more deep-seated than the visible lashes that marred his skin. He groaned as he shifted to his side, curling into a small ball, trying not to allow the tears in his eyes to fall.

For a panicked moment, Patton remained still, guilt already eating away at him. He was so starved for physical attention he hadn’t even thought about the repercussions. He should help. He needed to help. Patton reached out a hand, resting it gently against Logan’s arm, causing the witch to give a small shudder in response.

“I still can’t heal them, but maybe I can help,” he offered in a soft whisper. The dragon shifted closer, his free hand moving to hover over Logan’s exposed back, just above the wounds so as not to touch them. Logan briefly thought to protest, the pain far too much for him to piece together a coherent sentence in response.

Patton’s eyes closed as he took a deep breath. It wouldn’t do much good if he messed up the spell due to his nerves. He took another inhale. As he exhaled, his tension seemed to drift weightlessly from his shoulders like the small coils of smoke that rose from him.

A low hum escaped him, the sound reverberating throughout his body and echoing outwards. It had been some time since he had used druidic healing magic, but it had always been one of his favorite methods after all.

The pitch of his voice shifted, growing higher as he weaved the magical force within him around his wrist. The trickle of magic ebbed and flowed as he pushed and pulled, adjusting the melody of his droning with each twist and turn. Logan could feel the cold touch of the tapestry Patton was creating, shivering slightly as it fell over him like an icy blanket in the midst of summer.

The hot embers of pain began to cool, sizzling out against the cold as Patton’s humming seemed to wash through the lanky witch. Logan’s body began to relax as he allowed his eyes to close, soaking in the sound of Patton’s rumbling voice. Even in such a setting, the dragon sounded beautiful. All of Logan’s cares seemed to drift away like a bad dream he couldn’t seem to remember. The aches and pains of the day were gone, replaced with a delicious sense of peace.

The humming began to subside, Patton pulling his hand back with a small smile.

“There,” he nodded, obviously satisfied with his work. “It’s not much, but it should last for the next hour or so,” he explained, moving around Logan and lowering himself to the ground as well, facing the other man. “Is it better?”

Logan cracked an eye open, taking in the sight of Patton laying across from him, soft curls drooping into his eyes angelically. The witch couldn’t find it in himself to give a coherent reply. He wasn’t sure if he was actually feeling as good as he thought, or if it was simply euphoria from the lack of pain. Regardless, he had no doubt that even if he were in pain, the sight before him would cure his aching.

He gave a soft sigh in response to Patton’s question, hoping that would suffice as he shifted to reach for the smaller man. He was suddenly far more tired than he had been a moment before. Patton didn’t hesitate to accept the outstretched hand. The complicated magic having drained him a bit as well. He entwined his fingers with the witch’s, clinging to the touch.

“Why don’t you get some sleep, Kiddo,” Patton suggested softly, rubbing his thumb in circles against the back of Logan's hand. “I’ll watch over you.”

“Thank you,” Logan whispered softly, exhaustion lacing his words. He let his eyes close, content to drift off with a small smile on his lips at the knowledge that Patton would be there when his eyes opened again.

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mymelodyheart · 4 years

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Forget Me Not Chapter 5 ~Cours de Français~

Why is Jamie staring at my mouth like that?

He reminded Claire of a ravenous lion looking at his first meal in days, and herself as the sacrificial lamb waiting to be gobbled. She wondered if he could hear the snap and crackle in her chest and the pop of her exploding ovaries. Watching Jamie's head lowered closer to her face, his gaze still centred on her lips, Claire's heart gave a little kick. A maelstrom of mixed emotions battled its way to the surface, the echo of their childhood seemingly incongruous to what was transpiring. Summoning the memory of the sweet boy she once knew was in vain, and instead, reality had put in its place a man she barely recognised; rugged, masculine, and oh so seductive.

"I'll be damned if I allowed Frank to be yer first kiss," Jamie muttered, before grazing his tongue between her lips, forever, irrevocably blurring the lines of their relationship.

Jesus H.Roosevelt Christ! She refused to close her eyes, watching in fascination as he closed his. It was a mistake when her world spun upside down, and her equilibrium went off-kilter, making Jamie's face blur into two, before fusing back together. Oh Lord ! She was quite sure his heavy breathing had left condensation in her contact lenses or perhaps it had slid to the back of her eyeballs, causing the hazy focus.

He paused for a heartbeat, waiting for her to pull away. And when she didn't, with one large hand at her waist and the other cradling the back of her head, he drew her to him, his tongue gently urging her mouth to part before brushing his across hers in an achingly slow, feather-like sweep. Jamie tasted her the way he ate when he took a bite of the first French dessert he ever made, Coeur à la Crème ; a leisurely, savouring mouthful followed by a rapturous groan.

Hot! Hot! Hot! His work-roughened fingers were creating tiny sparks of fireworks on her skin as images began to form in her head. Visions of daffodils blooming in fast forward motion, choir boys at the village church singing Hallelujah as the organ struck a high note and fire hydrants erupting aerated water in the air, were floating in her mind. This was better than the chick flicks she used to watch, where "boy kisses girl" scenes had made her sigh dreamily.

Oh, dear God, what the hell is happening! First, Frank wanted to kiss her after their coffee date earlier, and now Jamie was enlightening her in the art of French kissing.

Shut up, Beauchamp! You've always wanted this- two former popular blokes from your school want you... so what are you complaining about?

That was back in school. And Jamie is my brother!

Where does that say he's your brother?

There's an unwritten rule...

Yeah, unwritten rule my arse! It's one that you made up. Just enjoy the kiss!

Claire wanted to act sophisticated, cool and dispassionate, unlike the bumbling, awkward geek she was often referred to when she was in school. Closing her eyes for the first time, she tried to relax in Jamie's arms, but it was proving to be a difficult feat when he was making all sorts of sounds at the back of his throat. She opened her mouth more, shyly kissing him back and to her surprise, Jamie's chest heaved, and his body trembled. He must have liked that! Feeling emboldened, Claire mimicked his movements, gliding her tongue over his, as her hands clutched at his shoulders and fingers dug into his muscles. Her audacity made Jame pull her harder against him, whooshing the breath out of her lungs. Her heart was pounding like mad as blood rushed through her ears, her legs turning into the consistency of Jamie's Sherry trifle when not fully set.

With Claire's response, Jamie's kiss became more demanding, as he slid his fingers through her hair, angling her head so he could run his tongue along her jawline. "Ye want me to stop, Sassenach?" he gritted his voice sounding like as though he'd been a month without a drink.

No don't stop! Claire could only shake her head. Jamie walked her backward until her back met the wall, shifting her awareness to his taut, solid muscles and arousal. She nearly giggled as his hard, giant appendage pressed against her belly, reminding her of Jenny's wooden rolling pin. Oh, sweet Lord! Stop thinking and keep up! Stop contemplating about his size, or all the practising it took to hone that perfect kiss or what the sounds behind his throat meant.

She was kissing back and shamelessly enjoying it, but how had she gotten here and why is Jamie kissing her? She hadn't expected to be kissed today, but here we are - first Frank making a move and now Jamie. Was it written on her forehead, "wants to be kissed" ? So many questions but they were all being swallowed up by riots of sensations that was alien to her. Not that she was totally naive - definitely not! Not after being introduced to Carter, Geillis' vibrator and soft porn, once again thanks to Geillis' collection from her internet browser's bookmarks.

Claire understood quite well the mechanics of kissing and what it can lead up to, but objectivity had no place in the present when her blood felt like bubbling sugar syrup. Maybe it had something to do with how Jamie looked at her, his eyes a peculiar hue of dark and intensity, and his jaws clenched and taut as a bowstring. How many girls had he looked at the way he was looking at her? Suddenly, she felt a pang of jealousy hit her with full blow in the abdomen and hated the thought of him looking at someone else like that, now that she had been on the receiving end. For crying out loud, Beauchamp, get a grip!

"Claire are you up there?" Bloody fucking hell, speaking of rolling pins, it's Jenny! When did she come home?

Their movements stilled, their lips parted as the spell cast between them broke.

"Coming!" Claire called out without taking her eyes off Jamie. She was surprised to discover Jamie's breath was laboured and harsh as hers; moreover, she was able to find her voice after the intensity of their kiss. Well, today was undoubtedly full of surprises. Whatever next?

"It's Frank! He says you dropped your phone in the parking lot!" Jenny shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

Oh, bummer... just what I needed! "Thanks, Jenny, will be there in a sec," she replied, hoping she sounded steadier than she felt. Her nerve endings still tingled, and there was a throbbing pulsing between her thighs. Claire needed to put a name to what she was feeling, but it can wait...Frank was downstairs.

Not trusting herself to speak, she made a move towards the door, but Jamie stopped her, grabbing her elbow as he pulled her to him once more for a brief, yet lingering kiss. When he finally released her, he stroked her cheeks. "Remember this when you talk to Frank," he murmured, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

Oh, sweet Lord! Without saying a word, she staggered back, slamming her shoulders on the edge of the door frame before shuffling away.

..........

Frank was stood in the main doorway looking out, hands stuffed in the pocket of his jacket. He spun around as soon as he heard Claire approach. How rude of Jenny not to let him in!

"Hello, love, you dropped this as you got into the car," he said, waving her iPhone. "You reversed so quick, you probably didn't hear me call after you."

Claire knew well why she was trying to make a fast get-away from Frank earlier. He had wanted to kiss her, and she had retreated hastily in panic. Before she could reply, she heard Jamie coming down the stairs. Oh shite, I'm in a pickle! "Thanks for stopping by," was all she could say, trying to sound calm as she took her phone back from Frank.

"Are you alright? Your face looks a bit flush. I hope you're not coming down with something." Frank's one hand reached out to touch her forehead as a look of concern crossed his face.

"No...I'm alright. No, actually, I have this blasted headache. Maybe I just need to lie down," Claire explained, one hand reaching out to touch her head for emphasis. She wasn't fibbing this time as she felt Jamie stand behind her, one arm resting on the door above her head.

"Hey, Jamie...I just stopped by to drop Claire's phone."

"How are ye, pal, ages since I've seen ye...we ought to go for a couple of pints and catch up one of these days before the hotel opens," Jamie greeted his friend, his voice sounding absurdly normal, if not a bit too cheerful as if the kiss never happened. Looking down at the top of Claire's head, he smiled. "Claire's headache must be from the rigorous French lessons I've been giving her."

Claire choked on the air she inhaled, her face reddening over again.

"French lessons?" Frank's brow furrowed watching Claire fail miserably in suppressing a cough. He reached out to thump her on the back, but Jaime's hand got there first, massaging the area between her shoulder blades. "Well, Jamie's the man for anything French. He worked there for many years...blimey Claire, get yourself some hot toddy and go to bed..."

"No, really...I'm alright," she gasped, blinking away her watery eyes. Bloody hell Jamie! "But I think I will lie down before going out tonight..." Claire couldn't stand there any longer and have a normal conversation with Jamie and Frank. She knew her face was like an open book, and any second now, she will reveal what just ensued upstairs. What she needed was a few moments to herself to gather her thoughts.

"French lessons?" Jenny chimed in as she came out of the dining room and walked towards them with a box of empty bottles to be recycled. She placed them on the floor by the entrance, before straightening up. "Jamie, lad...I could do with some French lessons...maybe I'd join Claire during one of yer sessions."

This time it was Jamie's turn to choke, and this time it was Claire's turn to slap him on the back.

Taking it as her cue to leave and head for the safety of her bedroom, Claire gave Frank a quick peck on the cheek. "Right I'm off for a nap. See you, Saturday!" She didn't wait for a reply and hurried up the stairs. Once in her room, she locked the door, replaying Jamie's kiss over and over in her head, her date on Saturday already totally forgotten.

..........

Jamie looked at his watch...still ample of time to chop more woods before dinner in the Italian restaurant. He flipped off the split wood he was chopping on a tree stump and placed a new block. There were enough firewoods for the coming winter, but he needed to exorcise all the pent up energy that had accumulated after kissing Claire. Using a heavy sharp tool while being so epically predisposed to having a hard-on, coupled with the fast diminishing daylight, is quite a dangerous thing, and may result in an injury.

That possibility should have been enough to ease the pressure in his cock, but after that kiss, he knew there was no relief. Every time he allowed his mind to wander, it always returned to Claire. Sure, he was in love with her and always had been, but this is now a totally different ballgame. He was no longer a boy, and it was no longer enough just to hold her hand and be content to have her by his side. He wanted more, but there was Frank too. He surmised Claire was a virgin after that little detail of not having been kissed slipped out. The thought of Frank taking her innocence made his stomach churn. They might be good friends, but he'd been an utter idiot back in their school days, and Claire could never fault him.

Years of self-imposed restraint, it all came to a tipping point when he walked in on Geillis and Claire about to kiss. Two women kissing each other should have been a sensual experience to watch. Instead, it made him feel as though his skin was too tight like he was on the verge of combusting. The idea of anyone touching Claire, man or woman, especially Frank, didn't sit well with him. He didn't want anyone else to lay a finger on her. Except for him.

On the other hand, the idea seemed so preposterous as she considered him as her brother. Surely not, after that kiss? Back in their school days, no one even gave her a second look nor noticed her more exceptional qualities. It had been him who appreciated her adorable and funny side. It had been him who was there when she needed someone most. Generous to a fault, and despite disappointments in her school life, Claire always had a smile for everyone. Except, the kids in school chose to ignore her. It was a good thing there was Willie and him watching over; otherwise, she would have been bullied out of Scotland. Now that she was back for good, everyone was noticing. Oh hell yes, they are noticing alright...damn them all! He knew because he overheard people talking about her at the construction site in their hotel. She was no longer the awkward orphaned child. They mentioned her now by her name...instead of referring to her as the Fraser foster kid. Now she was the girl next door who had decided to fulfil every man's naughty fantasy, and all Claire ever did to achieve that effect was to grow up nicely. Not even Frank was immune to her charms who tend to gravitate more towards blonde women, and now he had his eyes on her too. Damn ye, Frank!

And there was the kiss. Jamie had kissed girls before, and he knew there was nothing sisterly the way Claire had responded to him. She was hesitant initially, quite reasonably as he had taken her by surprise. In fact, he had taken himself by surprise. It was never his intention to kiss, but damn, the sight of her lips parted, and eyes closed waiting for Geillis, did it for him. When Claire responded to his kisses, there was this urgency crowding him. To take as much as he could and memorised her taste. Never before had anyone kissed like her, honest and unrestrained and with so much trust. No way was he allowing Frank to get a taste of that, not if he could help it!

Jamie knew if he was to pursue the idea of being with Claire, he needed to talk to her first and then his family after. He'd watched her for far too long looked at another boy with lovestruck eyes. Although Jamie was lusting after her, all he could think of right now was how much he wanted her heart more than anything. Jamie needed to know if it's still Frank she wanted after all these years. Until he knows, he needed to keep his hands away from her or someone could get badly hurt.

#melodyheart #forgetmenot #Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser #outlanderfanfic

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marbleaide · 6 years

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Bart counting the number pi while Jaime is fucking him and Jaime just goes '???'

The winter nights of El Paso were cool. The air cooling to a chill with the setting sun, blankets thrown around shoulders and jackets pulled tighter across chests. Wind gusted gently, picking up loose sand in a swirl that didn’t travel far before dropping again. Things were quiet, calm, the sky above clear and bright.

Jaime’s bedroom was hot. Even with the cold of winter blowing in through the window, cracked open just enough to have the curtains flutter in the night time breeze, Jaime didn’t notice the air chilling his skin.

He was panting.

It was a rare nights of silence, even in his own home. With his sister sleeping over at a friend’s house and his parents out on a date, Jaime was left with an empty house perfect for a date night of his own.

“Dios mios– Bart–”

Titans HQ had been too loud. Too busy. With the harsh winter in the Midwest and North keeping everything closed, a majority of the team had decided to use the slower period to bond. Hunker down in tower, play video games, have a big potluck, give no one at all privacy even if some people really wanted to be alone. There was only so much you could hold back when you were (sort of) trapped inside with your boyfriend for hours, if not days, on end. The bed was oh-so inviting, but the crowd around them was unforgiving.

Luckily, they were both superheroes. Luckily, they could get almost anywhere in the world in a very short period of time. Luckily, Jaime’s house was completely empty.

“You feel so good…”

They moved quickly. Even if the house was quiet now, didn’t mean it would stay that way forever. Besides, they’d already warmed up plenty in the stolen moments within the hallways of the tower while no one was looking. As soon as they closed the door to Jaime’s bedroom, Bart had jumped.

Clothes were pulled off in a blur and Jaime shoved down against the bed a half second after. He was thankful they were past the point in their relationship with figuring out their powers between one another– getting friction burn on your dick because your speedster boyfriend was still testing hand jobs with his vibrating abilities was never fun– because he trusted Bart’s judgment to speed up and slow down when necessary.

Bart straddled his hips easily, hand slick with lube as he coated Jaime’s length and fingered himself roughly open at the same time. It was quick, messy, everything Bart always was when it came to sex and right now Jaime had little room to complain.

Jaime Reyes.

He ignored the chirped out robotic voice in his head. It had become far too easy to do so over the years, especially in circumstances like right now; hands holding tight so Bart’s hips as he thrust hard into him, the speedster pressing back against every movement trying to get Jaime’s cock deeper inside of him. Most of the time, Jaime enjoyed watching Bart’s face when they had sex, but right now he couldn’t deny the allure of his spine curved so pretty with his face shoved down into a pillow.

Jaime. Reyes.

Jaime groaned, letting his head roll back on his shoulders as he felt Bart tighten around him, squeezing to the point of near burst. He could get swallowed up by Bart and regret nothing.

Jaime!

His eyes snapped open, his focus quickly snapping away from the pleasure swirling in his gut and the wriggling body between his palms to the damned alien Scarab fused to his back.

“Khaji,” he muttered softly, trying hard to not let Bart hear him. “Kinda busy right now.”

Yes. But the Bart Allen is not paying attention.

Jaime’s brow furrowed, looking down past the curl of Bart’s back to where he was gripping the pillow he was currently pressed against tight in his hands. When Jaime slowed his thrusts, he could hear the little mutters, muted by the pillow. They weren’t entirely moans which, Jaime just realized, was odd as Bart was anything but quiet in bed.

He stopped all together, leaning forward to slide his hands along Bart’s sides, curling against his chest, and pulling him up.

“…ive, seven, eight–”

“Bart?”

“–four, three, one, nine–”

“Hey, Bart–”

“–seven, five, three–”

“Cariño!”

Finally, Bart blinked, taking a breath as he turned with wide eyes to stare back at Jaime. Still hugging the pillow. Still with a dick deep in his ass.

Jaime waited for a second, two, but no immediate response came. He stared back in more confusion then before.

“Were you just counting numbers while I fucked you?”

Bart reacted. “Oh my god, no!” He shuffled away from Jaime for a moment, wriggling from his hold and pulling away until he was able to turn over onto his back. “Well–” He flopped down on the bed, throwing his arms around Jaime’s neck to curl his fingers in the hair at his nape. “Kind of? Like–”

He paused and a sudden blush creeped up all along his cheeks, spreading to his ears and Jaime only wondered even more because he just had his dick inside of him, what could possibly–

“Um,” Bart averted his eyes, still blushing bright. “Sometimesyourdickfeelstoogood?”

Jaime blinked. “Ah…repeat that for me?”

Bart curled his legs up against his chest as if he was actually trying to hide from Jaime’s gaze without fully running away. It took him a couple of bites to his lip before he could continue. “I just. Sometimes if we’ve been building things up a lot and it’s way way crash, I don’t want to finish too fast so I…might start reciting pi in my head?”

“…what?”

Bart threw his hands up. “Math is way unsexy! If you are fucking me too good I count numbers to keep from coming too soon!

A series of very annoyed chirps sounded off and Jaime couldn’t help it as he snorted way too loud, nearly falling on top of Bart with the sudden out burst.

“Don’t laugh!”

“I’m not– well, I kind of am.”

“Way rude! You’re the one with the fantastic dick!”

“Bart! No–” Jaime pressed his face against Bart’s chest, smiling far too wide against his warm skin, letting his laughter shake them both. “Khaji Da– I appreciate you liking my fantastic dick but–” he pulls back with a smile, tears in his eyes. “Khaji Da’s upset because ‘the boyfriend Bart Allen is wrong and numbers are sexy’.”

Bart gasped, loud and dramatic, “I’m partially dating a math nerd.”

Jaime shook his head fondly, leaning down to kiss along Bart’s jaw. He pulled away slightly when Khaji da chirped up again, his breath warm against Bart’s skin. As soon as the alien finished, he rolled his eyes. “He said it would make things better if you said pi louder.”

“He’s a horny math nerd!”

“You’re both ruining the mood!”

#bluepulse #bart allen #jaime reyes #fanficion #drabble #things are always better with khaji da involved #lemon #i guess #i fucking hatteeee using that #UGH #anyway #take this dumb idea from me #Anonymous #but it was really fun to write #marble replies

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joeybelle · 6 years

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Oh, how the tables have turned - Part 9

Clyde Logan X Reader

Inspired by @clyde-prompts: “Some guys are rude and use ableist slurs against Clyde. The reader is with them, and although she feels bad about what’s happening, is too scared to say anything in front of her “friends”. She comes back to the bar a couple nights later to try and show him she’s not a bad person. They get to know each other and fall in love”. Doesn’t fully follow the prompt.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Language, first person POV

Word count: ~5400

Rating: Explicit

Setting: Pre-heist

A.N: Thank you all for the wonderful feedback, I hope you’ll enjoy the new chapter too! A million thanks to @llexeh for being a great beta and an even better friend, for listening to my endless complaining and sorting this mess out.

Love you all!

Tags: @lonelyravenclaw @kyloren-supreme-ben @onmyknees4steve @elsablackswift @helloimindelaware @mwcritics @makingtimemine @littlekylo

I didn’t expect Clyde to suddenly pull me into an embrace, but I welcomed it wholeheartedly. My heart was beating a million times a minute, trying to break out of my chest, and his embrace was reassuring. I pressed my cheek to his chest, sighing deeply, his hand gently running through my hair as I tried to get my breathing under control. I closed my eyes and melted into his embrace.

“Are you alright?” he spoke after a few moments of silence, nuzzling into my hair. I felt his warm lips brush against my forehead, and I sighed, content.

“Yeah,” I whispered against his t-shirt. I was a lot calmer now, but I didn’t want him to let go just yet. In fact, if he could hold me like that forever, it would be perfect.

“Lightning must have struck pretty close.” His chest vibrated pleasantly as he spoke. His warmth was delightful and I found myself wishing there were less clothes between me and him, so that I could just run my hands over his chest, kiss every beauty mark on his skin.

But the light still wasn’t coming back on. “My fuses!” I whined.

I felt him chuckle. “I don’t think it’s just your house this time.” He shifted a little to look out the window, but didn’t let go of me. “The power must be down in the whole area.”

“How can you make anything out in that rain?” I squinted but I couldn’t see a thing. “I guess I’ll have to use the candles anyway. My trip to the 21st century has been pretty short lived. Welcome back to the Dark Ages,” I mumbled.

I reluctantly pried myself from his embrace, feeling around for the candles I knew I had left somewhere in the kitchen earlier that day. He seemed even more reluctant to let go, holding onto my hand as I fumbled in the dark. In the end I managed to find the candles and light them up. A warm glow followed by the scent of essential oils filled the room, and suddenly the atmosphere wasn’t as gloomy anymore.

“It’s not bad,” I said, placing a couple of candles on the kitchen table, and another couple on the counter, trying to light the room evenly. Our shadows danced on the walls and the rain was making for a pleasant soundtrack. “It’s kinda romantic in a way. Storms and candlelight, they work well together, don’t you think?”

I looked up to see Clyde’s reflection in the window as he took a step towards me, the intensity of his gaze as he checked me out leaving me unable to move. Another step and he pinned me to the counter, his hips pressing into my ass. My heart skipped a beat. His much larger frame seemed to envelop me and I was once again surrounded by the warmth of his body as he bent down to place a soft kiss behind my ear. A shiver ran down my spine and I closed my eyes, pressing myself closer to him.

“Please stop me if I’m doing something you don’t want,” he breathed against my skin, his voice low and gruff.

I nodded in acknowledgement and shifted a little to expose more of my neck to him. Goosebumps formed all over my body as his lips placed one kiss after another, each a little bolder than the one before. My body reacted to even the lightest touch, his smell intoxicating and arousing. I gasped as his teeth grazed my skin, a bite too light to leave a mark but enough to set my nerves on fire.

I pushed him back and turned around so I could grab him by the collar and pull him into a proper kiss. It was rough and needy, and it was so much better than I had ever imagined. The difference in height forced him to bent into an awkward position, even if I tiptoed, but I hung onto his neck nonetheless.

“I should have worn heels,” I joked and chuckled against his lips.

He broke the kiss and looked around for a moment, then slipped his arm under my ass and lifted me in the air. I squealed and held onto his shoulders, giggling. “Is this better?” he laughed, placing me on the counter.

“Yeah,” I said, shifting a little closer to the edge and crossing my legs around his waist, making sure he was exactly where I wanted him.

I combed my fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face. Damn, this man was so beautiful, I thought as he looked at me with a sort of awe in his eyes, his lips slightly parted and waiting. I smiled and gently pressed my lips onto his, not wanting to rush and allowing myself to savour his kiss for the first time.

He tasted like expensive vodka. His lips were incredibly soft and warm and maybe a little greedy as he tried deepening the kiss almost immediately. It didn’t take much to convince me to give in and allow him to explore my mouth, after all this is what I’d wanted for quite some time. I still found it a little hard to believe that it was actually happening. Maybe I’d wake up in the morning and it would have been all just a dream.

But now wasn’t the time to think, as Clyde’s hand had found its way under my top, going up my ribs and cupping my breast over the fabric of my bra. I sucked in a sharp breath and bit his lip, which only prompted him to squeeze a little harder. I should have worn a nicer bra, I realized. Luckily, it was pretty dark and I didn’t think it would have mattered anyway, not with Clyde being so impatient in his attempts to take of my top that he jabbed me in the ribs with his prosthetic hand. I winced and he froze.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered and tried to take a step back, but my legs were still locked around his waist and held him in place.

“It’s okay.” I smiled and took his plastic hand, holding it closer to me, hoping he’d understand that it didn’t bother me. It was the first time I had actually touched it, he usually made sure to stand in such a way that his hand was furthest away from me, and I respected that and tried to draw as little attention as possible to his disability, but this time I really didn’t want him to feel self-conscious. I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted him fully and just the way he was.

I pulled him back into a kiss to which he eagerly responded at first, so I was a little surprised when he broke the kiss and looked down. He seemed tense all of a sudden.

“Umm… Would you like me to take it off?” he asked, his voice a little shaky.

My eyes darted to his prosthesis and then back to his face. He looked serious and a little sad, or that’s what I could make out in the poor light. “Whatever makes you more comfortable,” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, making him look at me. “I’m okay either way.”

He nodded, a frown still present on his face. “I’d like… I’d like to take it off, then.” He sounded hesitant, like it was more of a question than a statement, like he was still looking for my approval.

I smiled encouragingly and pecked him on the lips. “Okay.”

I let go of his hips and he moved a little to the side, placing his prosthetic arm on the counter next to me. He unclasped the strap that went around his bicep and carefully took it off. The whole process seemed incredibly intimate and I felt like he was placing a lot of trust in me, opening up in ways he hadn’t done before. Soon clothes would come off and we’d have the chance to explore the most intimate parts of each other’s bodies, but this was a different type of intimacy. He was letting his guard down in front of me.

My breath caught in my throat once his arm was revealed. His hand and half of his forearm were missing. The crude-looking scar seemed old and healed, but it still looked painful as hell and my heart ached just imagining how much it must have hurt and how long it took to heal.

I had to admit it was a little strange looking at his arm and not seeing a hand at the end of it, but it wasn’t something I couldn’t get used to, and it certainly didn’t take away from his beauty. I looked up to see Clyde studying me with the same stern look on his face, like he was waiting to see my reaction—like he was afraid of my reaction.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, because I had been really curious about it for some time, but it never felt like the right time to bring up the subject.

“Sometimes.”

“Does it hurt now?” I asked a little panicked and a smile broke the severe look on his face.

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Okay, that’s good,” I babbled. I looked at him silently asking for permission and brushed my fingers along the side of his forearm. There was a lot of scar tissue, the texture a little different from normal skin, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It also felt warmer somehow. Clyde shivered under my touch. “Is it sensitive?” I asked, letting my fingers trace upwards, over the well defined muscles in his arm.

“More or less,” he answered, his voice a little strained.

I smiled and brought my hands to his shoulders, moving him back between my legs, and placing a long and slow kiss on his lips. His arms went around my back, pulling me closer to him, for the first time that evening holding me with both.

And speaking of strained, I can tell you what else was strained: the fabric of his jeans. I smiled when I noticed his erection and rolled my hips just enough to put a little pressure on his crotch and make him moan into the kiss. The kisses soon became more erratic, more impatient. We were both a little out of sync, a bit too greedy to even try and make everything perfect, each of us wanting to take as much of the other as we could. His hand went under my top once again and I entangled my fingers in his hair, pulling and tugging when he started kissing down my neck, leaving tiny bite marks on my skin.

He was trying to press himself between my legs and I shifted as much as possible to allow it without falling off the counter, but the position we were in was starting to get a little uncomfortable and I really ached to explore more of his body without clothes getting in the way.

“Shall we move to my bedroom?” I asked, breathing heavily, still holding onto his shoulders like my life depended on it. “Before one of use ends up with their ass on the stove?”

He lifted me off the counter and kissed me again before putting me down. I was starting to get used to him lifting me in the air, and to my surprise I kinda liked it.

“Let me blow out the candles before we go, so I don’t set the house on fire.”

The storm was still raging outside, but I wasn’t scared or anxious anymore. I didn’t even notice it until I was in my bedroom, lighting the other candles. It could take my roof for all I cared, as long as Clyde was here with me it didn’t matter. Hell, it could take my whole house and I’d be okay with it. Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore and I don’t really give a fuck. I smiled to myself and looked up to Clyde, who was standing very awkwardly in the middle of my bedroom. I lit the last candle and placed it on a nightstand.

“All we need are some rose petals,” I said, getting up, “and we’d have the textbook setting for a cheesy romance love scene.”

“I like the candles.” The golden light was covering everything in a soft glow, making my bedroom look a lot nicer than it actually was. I might have been joking about cheesy romances, but I actually didn’t mind the setting. It made everything feel a little more special.

“Yeah, me too.”

He was a lot less awkward once I pulled him towards my bed and started kissing him again. There was a lot of fumbling with the clothes as both of us wanted to get out of them as quickly as possible. There was no gentle disrobing, just tugging and pulling and unclasping, and sloppy kisses on more exposed skin. When I struggled with my bra clasp, Clyde brushed my hands away an opened it in one simple move, his mouth never leaving my neck. I was impressed for about half a second, until his lips closed around my nipple, and my mind went blank.

He let me unbuckle his jeans, sighing in relief as I freed his cock. He hastily shoved them off, nearly tripping in the process, and I eagerly slipped my hand into his boxers once he was back on the bed with me. He moaned as I took him in my hand, kissing roughly down my neck. I gave him a few tentative strokes and he bucked his hips against my hand, unsatisfied with the slow and teasing motion of my hand. I smiled and pushed him down on his back, straddling his hips.

He was insanely beautiful, lying beneath me with his hair splayed on my pillow, lips damp and reddened by all the kissing. The low light was accentuating every ridge and dip in his muscles making it look like he was perfectly carved out of marble. His hand caressed the side of my thigh squeezing gently when I rolled my hips against him, pressing my still clothed pussy onto his cock.

The way he looked at me, with a sort of hunger in his eyes made me feel like I was on fire. Every spot he touched felt like burning, and I wanted nothing more that to be completely and unquestionably fucked by him.

He took my hand and pulled me into a kiss. I let my fingers travel down his chest, delicately brushing against his skin. My lips followed, kissing down his jaw, sucking a mark on his collarbone, kissing a scar I found on his chest and the soft skin on his abdomen. He lifted his hips when I pulled onto the waistband of his boxers allowing me to pull them down his thighs.

He was pretty well endowed, I had to admit. I kinda expected him to at least be proportional, since everything about Clyde was big, but he seemed to have exceeded my expectations. I realized that it could end up being a problem in the very near future—after all, I haven’t been with anyone for quite some time—but there was a bottle of lube in the top drawer of my nightstand, and there’s nothing that can’t be achieved with a little perseverance and a lot of lube.

I looked up at Clyde as I took him into my hand once again. He was following my every move, so I kept my eyes fixed on him as I licked the underside of his cock, feeling him twitch in my hand. The prolonged moan that escaped his lips resonated through my body, making me more eager to actually feel him inside me. He closed his eyes when I licked the tip, tasting his precum, so I dipped my head and took him into my mouth.

I wasn’t able to take him all, I didn’t even try. I just stuck to what I was comfortable with, trying to make up for the lack of depth with my hand and the flicking of my tongue. Clyde didn’t seem to mind, his breathing becoming more shallow with every swipe of my tongue. Although he sometimes involuntarily bucked his hips, trying to get deeper, he mostly let me take control.

I couldn’t blame him for trying. I too was aching for release, my own hand between my thighs rubbing circles through the fabric of my underwear offering me much too little stimulation. I needed more.

“I have to let you know,” I said between ragged breaths, wiping away a trickle of saliva from my chin, “that it’s been a while for me.” I was a bit embarrassed to admit this, but he had to know what to expect.

“For me too,” he uttered.

“Do you have any condoms?”

“Fuck!” he lifted his head and looked at me like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Oh,” I said, and I must have sounded really dejected because he frowned. “I don’t have any either, cause wasn't really expecting this to happen… but I guess we could work around this.” It was a minor inconvenience at best, but it was an annoying one. I wanted to feel him inside me, to have him hold me as he fucked me senseless, but I guessed we could work around it and find release through other means that didn’t require a condom.

“I have some in my car,” he said all of a sudden and I blinked a few times in surprise. “Jimmy made me take them this morning… he insisted, I…” he mumbled, getting off the bed and pulling up his boxers, and even in the poor light I knew he was blushing.

Alright, so Jimmy had a hand in this. At least now I knew why he insisted Clyde come alone. “Is that why you argued this morning?” I asked, a smile creeping on my lips. “Cause he forced you to take a box of condoms with you?”

“Yep,” he said, turning around and heading for the door.

“Well he was right,” I giggled, following him out the room. “Wait, you don’t intend to actually go and get them?”

“I sure do.”

“But there’s a storm outside!” I protested.

“It’s just rain.”

He didn’t seem to stop, his steps long and determined. I ran into the bedroom to grab my phone to light the way, and by the time I was back he was already looking out the open front door. I had forgotten just how loud and violent the storm outside actually was. Tiny droplets of water carried inside by the wind were hitting my burning skin and made me shiver, so I hid behind Clyde’s larger frame, pressing myself to his back, leeching off his warmth.

“You don’t seriously want to go out there?” I asked, peeking around him and through the open door.

“It’s just rain,” he repeated, but I could see that he wasn’t thrilled to go outside either. I opened my mouth to protest, and make him understand that there are other things we could do, that would be just as pleasant, but he turned around and looked at me with that stubborn expression of his and the words died down in my throat. He cupped my cheek and kissed me lightly on the lips, then stepped out in the rain.

He was a fully grown man, built like a refrigerator, with a mane of dark hair, currently only dressed in a pair of boxers and sporting a raging erection, and he just stepped out in the middle of the season’s worst storm, barefoot, to get a pack of condoms from his car so he could properly fuck me. That was the exact moment I realized I was in love with him.

I was holding my phone close to my chest, flashlight still on, and I kept glancing at the clock. It felt like an eternity until I saw his outline emerging from the dark, but in reality it had been only a few minutes.

He was completely drenched, water dripping from the tip of his nose and the ends of his beard, droplets running down his chest and falling in a small puddle on the floor. His hair stuck to his head and his ears were a lot more prominent now that they weren’t hidden by his locks. He was breathing heavily, but he had a satisfied smile on his face as he lifted his hand to show me the box of condoms. I burst into laughter and went in for a kiss. He took me in his arms, drenching me too in the process, but I was too happy to care.

“Let’s get you a towel,” I said, placing one last kiss on his lips before heading to my bedroom.

I took out the biggest and fluffiest towel I could find and motioned for Clyde to sit down on the bed, so I could dry him off.

“I’ll just get water on the sheets,” he said, keeping a safe distance from it, as if it could absorb moisture through the air if he stood too close.

“I don’t care,” I said as sweetly as possible, flinging the towel over my shoulder and taking a few steps towards Clyde, until I was right in front of him. A thrill of excitement ran through my body as he fixed his gaze on me, the intensity of his brown eyes making my skin fire up once again. I was terribly aware of my nakedness, dressed in only my underwear so I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them off letting them fall to the ground with a wet splat.

“Bed,” I said, and he didn’t protest this time.

He obediently sat on the bed and I wrapped him in the towel, letting it fall around his shoulders like a cloak. He started kissing down my abdomen while I tried patting his hair dry. I got a bit distracted as his hand traveled up my thigh and grabbed my ass, kneading my flesh under his fingers. I hissed as he touched the wet spot on my underwear and I tangled my fingers through his hair, directing his mouth to my breasts, completely forgetting about the towel. No one cared anyway.

He held me in his arms and gently placed me on the bed, on my back. The mattress made a really distressed noise as Clyde got on top of me, his weight on his knees as his mouth went to my nipples, sucking and grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin. I was already a mess in his hands so I whimpered when he shifted my underwear a little to brush his fingers over my inner lips. I was so starved for direct contact that I immediately raised my hips to meet his touch. He smiled and tentatively placed a finger in me, and I bit the back of my hand to hold back a moan.

He quickly became impatient, his touches more hasty and erratic, as he slid his fingers in and out of me, the palm of his hand applying a much needed pressure to my clit. My panties were starting to become uncomfortable, rubbing against my skin in some places, so I decided to take them off, but before I could do anything, Clyde lifted my hips, grabbed the waistband between his teeth and slipped them off.

Now I could lie and say that I never dreamt of a man ripping my underwear off with his teeth, but what would be the point? I was now completely naked in front of him, blushing furiously while he just looked at me for a few long seconds before kneeling on the floor and pulling me to the edge of the bed. He kissed down my inner thigh and I was almost shaking in anticipation, wanting him to taste me, to feel me. And when he did I stopped thinking or worrying, letting myself enjoy the feeling of his tongue on my skin, his fingers deep inside me.

I knew it wouldn’t take long to get me over the edge, not with how aroused I already was, but I decided to be selfish and ask for the whole package. I wanted Clyde to fuck me, I wanted him to fuck me like today was our last day on Earth and no matter how good his fingers felt in me or how electric every flick of his tongue felt on my clit, I just wanted him to pin me to the bed and fuck me until the bed gave out under us. After all, he’d gone out in the fucking storm to get those condoms especially for this, better make the best of it.

I grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged slightly. When he looked at me, the sight of his beautiful face between my legs almost making me cum on the spot, but he seemed to understand what I wanted because he started feeling around for the pack of condoms. He took one out of the box, and I was completely hypnotised by the casual way in which he ripped the wrapper with his teeth. He held the condom between his lips as he pulled it out and put it on with only one hand.

“I say that from now on men should only be allowed to handle condoms with one hand,” I said, placing a foot on his shoulder. He smiled shyly and kissed the hollow of my foot, making me giggle. “Oh, stop wasting time, Clyde! Come here and fuck me already!” I said, wiggling my fingers in his direction.

He laughed and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, guiding my legs around his waist before pinning me down. His knees were still on the floor, supporting most of his weight. I figured there would be some sort of logistics problems, with his missing hand and all, but he seemed to handle it pretty well.

His lips were on mine in no time and I realized that I had missed his kisses, even for the brief period he was focused on other parts of my body. I had missed the way he looked at me between kisses and the way he always came back for more. I missed the way his shoulders felt under my fingers and the way his body seemed to envelop mine in its warmth.

“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting this?” I said, brushing a strand of hair away from his face.

He laughed and looked away for a second, placing a wet kiss on my collarbone. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” he whispered against my skin. A shiver ran down my spine imaginning how long he’d been pinning after me. Somehow it felt good knowing he had at some point lusted after me, even if it had been a long time ago.

“So then what are you waiting for?” I laughed, shifting my hips so I’d be applying a little more pressure on his rock hard cock.

He entered me slowly, kissing me the whole time, holding me close to his chest like I was something fragile and precious. Given the impatience he’d shown before I assumed he’d be a lot rougher, but he took his time and patiently waited for me to adjust. Maybe a bit too patiently, since I had buck my hips against him and moan in his ear to get him to pick up the pace. But once he did, there was no way I could stifle my moans.

It was a wild ride. I held onto his shoulders, my face buried in his hair while he drove into me, the force of his thrusts making the mattress squeak underneath us. Our bodies, hot and sweaty, gilded against each other, making lewd, carnal sounds that blended with my loud moans. Clyde was mostly silent, transfixed by his own pleasure. His panting and occasional grunts were enough for me to know he was enjoying this as much as I did. I pulled him into a kiss as he started pumping into me even faster than before, snaking his hand under my ass, angling my hips so that he could reach even further, the force almost knocking the air out of me.

I came with a shudder, arching my back and clawing at his skin, waves of pleasure washing over me. Clyde stopped for a moment, allowing me to ride my own orgasm, softly kissing my face, before starting to move again. I was so spent from just cumming, that the only thing I could do was cling to him and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. He came shortly after, his whole body tensing up, pulling me flush against him. With a long, deep sigh of relief he relaxed, collapsing on top of me.

“Hi,” I said, smiling once he opened his eyes to look at me, his breathing still as laboured as mine.

“Hi,” he croaked, pecking the corner of my mouth.

I lazily brushed my fingers through his damp hair and smiled. He lay on top of me for a few more minutes, nuzzled against my shoulder, and I was starting to feel like I could just fall asleep like that. Eventually, he got up to throw the condom. He wobbled a little and I couldn’t help but giggle, prompting him to look at me.

“You’re really cute,” I said, my voice sounding weary. He smiled and avoided my gaze, and if he weren’t already flushed I was pretty sure he’d blush. “Can you please blow out those candles, so we don’t se the house on fire?” I asked, lazily getting up and going around the bed to take care of the ones on the other nightstand. My whole body felt heavy and the only thing I wanted to do was to fall asleep in his arms. I kept the last candle lit until he would get into bed, but instead he just followed me, hugging me from behind, and placing a few brief kisses on my shoulder.

I giggled and blew the last candle, both crawling under the sheets and settling into an embrace, my head on his chest. The wind was still raging outside, the rain falling in angry gusts but I felt myself dozing off despite the noise.

“Did you really have a crush on me in highschool?” I asked, my words already a little slurred.

“Yeah,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head. “A huge crush.”

“I guess you were pretty disappointed to see current me,” I smiled, sadly, drawing circles on his chest with the tips of my fingers.

“What?” he asked, and I could feel him tensing under me.

“I mean I’m not… I’m not the way I used to be. I mean you fell for a happy go lucky popular girl. Now I’m a bit pathetic and not as charming and a bit weird.” I laughed nervously, regretting to have opened my mouth.

“I really like the way you are now,” he said, lifting my chin and kissing me on the lips. “I liked you since the first time you came to my bar.”

My stomach contracted painfully thinking about that encounter. I was still feeling guilty about the way I behaved that day.

“Then why didn’t you wanna go on a date with me then?”

He went silent, and I thought he wouldn’t reply. I had almost fallen asleep before he spoke again.

“I was afraid you’d realize you’d made a mistake and then just ditch me after one date. I just didn’t wanna get my hopes up, that’s all.” His voice sounded strained and sad. “It’s happened too many times already.”

I propped myself onto one elbow and looked at him, but it was too dark to make anything out. “Why would you think I’d do that?”

“Because I’m… me?”

I snorted and took his face into my hands, kissing him deeply. “Well, Clyde Logan, I’m really glad you’re you, because you’re amazing and I like you a lot,” I laughed and kissed him some more.

The kisses were slow and lazy and unrushed and eventually I nestled back into his chest, and fell asleep in Clyde’s strong arms.

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words4bloghere · 6 years

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One of a Kind

Nacre’s hands shook as she went to the holding tank. It was hard to do much of anything after seeing what had happened to... that thing. It wasn’t even a gem anymore; no other gem looked or talked quite like that. No one had been meant to see it, of that Nacre was very certain.

She had been called by a Amethyst of all gems. Someone of her stature deserved nothing less than a Pearl. But the Amethyst had burst into her incubation room and gave a hasty salute only after they had started speaking.

“The Diamonds want you.” They panted and Nacre, already with her nose in the air with this ragged messenger, stiffened. She had of course been present before the Diamonds on many occasions, but for the past few millennia it had been only to watch her apprentice Nacres bring out new Pearls.

To be called by a Diamond specifically was unusual.

“Which Diamond?” Nacre snapped and the Amethyst’s face was drained of color.

“All of them.”

It was rude to discuss age, but Nacre knew she had been an Era Aught gem, only lowered in her position due to the necessity of organic material in her creation. Being the only gem of her kind in that era, she was not part of any one Diamond Court. She was the Nacre who served at the command of the entire Diamond Authority.

That didn’t mean she was used to being at the beck and call of all four at once.

Nacre swept past the Amethyst, barely registering as two apprentice Nacres slid in behind her to take over her work at the incubator fields. As she moved quickly down the whispering halls, Nacre lightly touched her gem.

What had she done?

Two fused Rubies stood outside of the large door leading into the reception hall. Nacre’s nerves tightened as glanced at the massive security gems. What was the need for this? Would they be called in to shatter her after the Diamonds laid out her betrayal?

What had she done?

The doors opened and Nacre kept her chin high as she walked in, trying to still the trembling that had spread from her hands to her chest.

She froze when she finally saw what was happening.

Pink wasn’t there, and Blue and Yellow stood close together at the bottom of the dais. White was on her throne, looking down at everything. Looking unfazed by the monstrosity on the floor.

Nacre almost lost control of her form as she saw the thing lying prostrate a few yards from her.

My-

She choked off the beginning of a thought, snapping her eyes up quickly to White Diamond in case even that had somehow been heard. Walking more confidently forward, Nacre addressed her salute to White Diamond and bowed.

“My Diamonds.” Nacre said and kept herself bent over, more out of desire to avoid looking at the thing beyond her vision instead of piety.

“There has been an incident with Pink’s Pearl. We will need you to repair her.” White said, not even bothering to go through any sort of address. Nacre, after eons of training and discipline, still had to resist the urge to glance at the other Diamonds. She could feel tears well in her eyes as Blue started to quietly sob.

“Yes, my Diamond. Right away.” Nacre said and paused. No Amethyst was summoned to carry the creature, though it hardly looked able to stand on its own. Not wanting to seem indolent, Mother went to the thing that had once been a Pearl.

The body shifted and turned its head and Nacre recoiled, but did not gasp. Tears, thick and heavy, now flowed freely down her face. Perhaps it was the blur of those tears that had obliterated Pearl’s left eye.

Nacre didn’t wipe away the tears to check.

“Is there a problem?” White asked. There was a challenge there, and Nacre had to sidestep it as gracefully as possible.

“The damage is, extensive. Has.” Nacre stopped, tore her eyes away from the ruined visage of the Pearl at her feet, and looked at White Diamond.

“Yes?” White prompted her.

“Has Her Weightless Opulence not healed her?” Nacre flinched at her own question. Making it seem like Pink had failed was treasonous.

White Diamond only smiled down at her, making Nacre shiver in spite of herself.

“As you said, the damage was extensive.” Yellow snapped from off to the side. “And Pink Diamond was, distraught.”

“Of course. Forgive my impudence my Diamonds.” Nacre said and bowed again. She did not wait for them to speak to her to rise, though she faced them now. Yellow did not scare her so much under the twin shackles of White Diamond’s stare and Blue’s emotions.

“Can you not just fix her?” Blue asked, her voice wavering. Nacre almost sighed in irritation as the tears in her own eyes re-surged. It was exhausting to deal with Blue’s mercurial powers.

“I cannot. I can only,” Nacre took a deep breath to power through what she was going to say. “Harvest her. Try again.”

Blue gasped and buried her face in Yellow’s coat. Nacre turned back to White and kept her face neutral. White examined her, looking always for a crack in the gems that served. Nacre was fragile - she had been reminded of her nature frequently over the thousands of years - but she was the first. She felt an odd sensation around the edge of her gem, and thought in one terrified moment that White could poof her with a whim.

“That would only distress Pink further.” Yellow stated, as if she knew White was considering it.

“Is the damage structural?” White asked, ignoring Yellow.

“I would have to examine-”

“Pearl. Attend.” White interrupted, and Nacre now did flinch. She saw out of the corner of her eye as Yellow Pearl and Blue Pearl straightened.

The creature on the floor groaned as the structure of its projected form shifted. It was as if silk was draped over the harsh hydraulic limbs of the embedding machines. The joints shifted mechanically, unnaturally, and Nacre took a step back.

Pink Pearl slowly rose to her feet. Her color was almost faded away to nothing. Like pink dust that had been wiped from a white wall. Fissures broke apart the left side of her face, which was impossible. To damage the artificial form of a gem would require major trauma to the gem itself. Nacre looked down and saw the perfect gem at Pearl’s navel.

Nacre brought her gaze up to hold the look of Pearl’s one good eye.

“The gem has been irreversibly traumatized.” Nacre said. “The flaw will project with every reforming, if not get worse.”

Pink Pearl lowered her face.

“Shatter her.” White said and Blue fainted.

“White.” Yellow snapped, holding onto the sagging Blue Diamond. “Pink won’t-” She grunted, shifting into a sitting position with Blue on her lap.

“A useless gem is to be shattered.” White replied.

“Please.” Pink Pearl’s whisper was almost inaudible, heard only by Nacre.

“S-she’s not useless.” Nacre said quickly, moving closer to the throne. “My Diamond, think about her sentimental value. I can repair her enough to, to stabilize her form.”

“A Diamond does not need a flawed Pearl to serve her.” White replied sharply.

“A Diamond does not need a Pearl at all.” Nacre retorted quickly. She threw herself into a bow almost immediately after. “My brilliant, luminous Diamond has never been served by a Pearl.”

“Hmm.” White intoned, and Nacre let out a small breath.

“Think of her as one of the wall panels, or a statue. Then Her Weightless Opulence will no longer be, distraught.” Nacre explained. The room was quiet and she could hear the soft, irregular plips as a tear dropped from Pink Pearl’s chin. Nacre tensed as the silence stretched on, but she dared not even move a finger.

“See to it.” Was all White said as a command and Nacre saluted.

“Yes, my Diamond.” She said and started to turn back to Pink Pearl. As her eyes fell on the creature, a white bolt ripped through the body and landed with a loud, thunderous crack mere centimeters from where Nacre stood. The shock had deafened her and she did not even hear the gem hit the floor.

“Obviously a gem could not walk around in such a state.” White stated casually. Nacre only stared down at the pearl in horror. “Take it and be discreet.”

“Yes, my Diamond.” Nacre said again and hastily picked up the pearl. She shuddered as she held it, as she could feel the wrongness of the once perfect gem, and it made the sensation around her own gem worsen. Still, she forced herself to activate her gem, placing the pearl within. The back of her neck itched.

“You are dismissed.” White said and Nacre gave a final salute.

“Yes, my Diamond. Thank you, my Diamond.” She somehow kept the tremor from her voice and walked out of the room with her back straight.

When she returned to her lab, she dismissed the apprentices. Most of the cycles and routines were fully automated, and the other Nacres were only attending to learn how to run similar labs on other colony planets. All of the semi-organic gems had to be created in labs, but they were so heavily specialized that there was never a large need for them. Jet the Purifiers were grown in pressure chambers, Amber artists were in similar to the tanks that grew Pearls, and Opals germinated in temperate bakeries.

Then there was Obsidians, Ebonites, Mercuries, and the others.

Nacre tended to them all.

Then, however, she had rushed past them and went to the Pearl Room. She found an empty incubation tank and switched on the pump. Iridescent goo spilled out of the pump and Nacre shifted from foot to foot as she waited impatiently for the tank to fill. When it reached a sufficient depth, she recalled the pearl and moved her hands to dump it into the tank. But her arms locked and she looked at it.

How long had it been since the day she had scooped this precise Pearl out of an incubation tank to prepare her?

Tears, her own this time, came up. Gently, Nacre dipped her hands into the cool goo and released the pearl into its hold. Wiping her hands on a towel attached to the tank, she moved on.

Her mind was blank as she walked around the other tanks and her trembling had returned. When she reached the holding tank, she felt her head begin to spin.

Sliding back the lid, Nacre looked into the clear viscous medium. The holding tanks were seen as a purer way to hold and transport gems than a bubble. This pearl hadn’t once touched the open air, having gone from incubation tank to this one after a series of polishing rinses.

White Diamond’s Pearl.

There was only one for each Diamond and were irreplaceable. They were also the first gems Nacre had tended.

With a grimace, Nacre snapped the lid back into place.

She walked slower now, back to the newly filled incubation tank. Switching off the pump, she stared at the pearl as the goo settled. It looked peaceful, flawless. Nacre put her hand back into the good, cupping it around the gem.

“I’m so sorry Pink.” She whispered.

Continued...

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freezingwintah · 6 years

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Hot - headed capitulation

Something was way off. This bed was too soft to be his, Sans thought, half sleepy. And his bed wasn't so big either. Sans sat up and had a look around.

This wasn't his bedroom. The walls were dark blue and bed was so comfy, he never wanted to get up, but he should. Who's bed he was in and why or how did he end in it?

Then the events from yesterday came back to him and he blushed deep red, burying head in hands. He really pulled it off. By Asgore's beard, Grillby...

… This is Grillby's room...

I am at his house.

Flabbergasted didn't do justice the feeling he was experiencing. But... where was Grillby? The blankets were done on other side of bed. Sans gulped down. Oh my god. We slept in the same bed. Now I remember. The door creaked and Grillby was standing before me, in his usual black suit and red tie, holding two plates of... hot dogs with mustard. Grillbz knows me the best, Sans thought to himself as he gazed at the purple elemental who approached the bed and sat down close. "I was about to wake you up. I'll be heading to work soon and I wanted to eat with you something."

Grillby gave him the plate with the hot dog and Sans took it, unsure how to act. They weren't on a customer – bartender basis no longer. They have upgraded their relationship to lovers.

Lovers.

It was still hard to believe that a simple blue flower played a huge role in their get – together. In Underground, strong looked for a suitable partner with high LOVE , because it was just like that for years. Sans was sure their relationship will not be approved by the community in Snowdin. And Pap - Boss, he'll blow a fuse, or several as he knew him. Such ghastly matters should be left for later. Now...

He should enjoy the morning with Grillby.

The skeleton dug into the hot dog, munching and avoiding the intense silent stare - down of his lover who also ate, but was way too focused on Sans. Said skeleton was nervous under the warm gaze. He wasn't used to someone looking at him so tenderly. He was more used to the annoyed and pissed off looks whenever someone saw the small skeleton. This was tingling all his bones and his hearts fluttered. These mushy feelings, they are back. Honestly, this was all new for him. Grillby touched his cheekbone with a gloved hand, tracing down and Sans stayed still. Wh- what is it?

The elemental gathered something from his face and licked. "Mustard." He stated and Sans got even more flustered. Grillby held his hands and the 'dogs were forgotten. "grillb-"

He was silenced by a pair of fiery lips seizing him. Sans enthusiastically opened his mouth to grant him better access. He vividly heard the fire elemental giggle at that.

– DING DONG –

Grillby ignored the door bell ringing and Sans's head was spinning from mushy and fluffy overload. Sans tried to speak between kisses. "grillbz... ah, fuck... the... bell... so hot..." The elemental smirked and deepened the kiss, silencing his skeleton.

He happily gave in to the sweet attack on his senses, holding Grillby who was whispering some very kinky words to the skeleton while he kissed down the collarbone.

"fuck it, grillbz! There...!"

- BAANG!

"Flaming bastard, what have you done to my pathetic brother?! He didn't come home yesterday!"

The mood was killed. Grillby growled annoyed. "Tch. I've had it with Papyrus. I'll give him a piece of my mind. I've bitten into my tongue for a long time."

Sans watched as Grillby scooted up the plates with half finished 'dogs and put them on a table, turning to face his skeleton. The banging didn't stop. It got worse and he snapped, pulling the small skeleton up. "Come. We'll confront your dickhead brother together."

"what?! grillby, that is a horrible idea!"

He squeezed the bony fingers and Sans looked up at him. "I won't let him handle you like that. I am willing to fight him even."

He would? Grillby would fight the terrible Papyrus for...me?

No one was so good to me. He's too good for a weakling and useless bonehead like me, Sans thought while Grillby led them to the front door.

Sans put on slippers that were thrice his size and realized they were Grillby's. And Boss was yelling from the other side of the door, threatening to tear it down if Grillby won't open up.

The fire elemental held onto Sans' hand while he opened the door and they were confronted by the raging younger brother. "Ahaaa! I knew he was here! But, why is he here in the first place!"

Then he noticed the joined hands and went quiet for a moment, contemplating probably if he wasn't dreaming. Then he decided it was reality. "Brother. Why are you holding hands?"

Grillby inserted himself into the conversation. "As of yesterday, Sans is my boyfriend, my partner and I intend to form a soul bond with him one day. Did that satisfy your curiosity?"

Boss' jaw dropped momentarily, skipping from the elemental to his older, blushing brother. He didn't understand, couldn't process this information. And the fire elemental was far from done. He caught Sans' gaze and smiled sweetly before letting go. He jerked Papyrus inside his house and closed the door from spectators on the morning streets.

The tall skeleton wouldn't let be manhandled and Sans knew he was going to attack regardless of place or circumstances and he stepped in before it got haywire, blocking both from attacking.

"Sans, get out of the way. I will teach your brother a lesson." Grillby said calmly and Papyrus growled. "Ha! You two are so pathetic! Standing up for each other. It's disgusting!"

"So what if I love your brother. We chose what we wanted secretly all along." Sans flared up when love was mentioned. They never quite got to the confessing yesterday. He remembered only falling asleep in the elemental's embrace. Wow, this was way too much for Sans to handle in two days in row. The smaller of skeleton brothers glanced back, holding back the tears from joy. "y- you love me, grillby?"

"I have loved since you first walked into my bar."

Sans was stunned and Papyrus snorted, turning on heels. "You two make me wanna barf. I am leaving. I expect you to be at your station on time, Sans."

He left, shutting the door like it offended him. Grillby sighed. "I didn't need help, Sans. I would have beaten him. And don't think I have forgotten all the times you came to my bar because of your brother's really bad brotherly instincts, if he has any. I'll have a chat with him soon and next time, I won't have any disturbances. He may be the Head of the Royal Guard, but you are his brother, only family he has left and he shouldn't handle you like you're a stranger or some random monster."

Sans didn't know what to say. He was resented by everyone – thanks to Boss, his head of royal guard position and Sans simply went with it. Grillby cracked a smile, once more gently holding his bony hand. "Sans, I am here for you. From today onward, I share with you pain, sadness, but also hope and love. I'll be by your side." He kissed the skeleton's hand and Sans gasped at the romantic gesture.

He found himself tearing up, unable to hold back the mushy feelings, finally letting them loose. "grillby!" Sans was much shorter than the fire elemental, so he grabbed on the signature red tie and yanked him downwards. A bit startled, Grillby let the skeleton kiss him tenderly. When they parted, Grillby smirked, wiping away the tears. "As much as I like where this is going, we have places to be at. When we're both done, come here. I have a spare key. It's yours."

Sans took the offered silvery key and put it on his key chain and shoved it back into shorts pockets. "I'll treasure it. It's the first thing you gave me."

"And there will be more with more time we spend together. But enough for now. I believe we had hot dogs before your brother rudely interrupted our breakfast. Go to the kitchen and I'll bring the hot dogs and I'll make some eggs and bacon. We are grown monsters and one hot dog won't suffice till lunch break."

Sans nodded and went to the stylish kitchen, stopping at the dining table and taking seat on one of the two kitchen stools. True to his word, he was promptly back with the unfinished plates of 'dogs and set them on table. "I'll prepare the eggs 'n bacon. You just sit back and relax." The elemental said while he put on an apron so he didn't get his suit dirty.

Sans propped elbows on the table and dreamily sighed looking at Grillby in that apron. "did i tell you how hot i find you? and not just because you're fire."

Grillby snickered, cracking the eggs into the frying pan and soon the slices of bacon followed. "I can't tell if you're flirting or making usual fire puns, Sans."

"hmm...maybe both."

Grillby had to be careful not to burn their breakfast, so his attention turned to the frying pan and Sans simply watched his incredibly hot lover who rocked not only suits but also aprons by doing his daily routine for them.

Soon he was done and presented the skeleton with scrambled eggs and crusty bacon that smelled awfully good. Grillby joined him by table and the fire elemental resumed with eating his 'dog. "grillbz, bone appetite."

The elemental chuckled and 'dog got stuck in his throat. Sans quickly handed him a cup of whisky and he drank up. "By Asgore, Sans... hahaha. I'll have to get used to your witty puns."

Sans grinned widely as he finished his last bits of hot dog and dug into the Grillby special. "grillbz? can i ask you a question? tt concerns what you told b – papyrus."

"Did I say something I shouldn't have?"

The skeleton swallowed the mixture in his mouth, the flavor reminded him of childhood and the rare memories of peaceful domestic existence. Ah, good 'ol days...

"Did you mean the soul bonding?"

Grillby positively eyed him. "I meant it. Do you not want to?"

"no, no! i mean, i do. i want that. you're the best that has happened to me, grillby."

"Then? What's the problem?"

Sans put down the fork and avoided to look at the fire elemental. "i am the problem. i seem weak next to you. there will be a scandal and your bar will be in jeopardy... because of me."

He said what was tormenting him all those years when he decided time and time again to not tell the elemental how he felt about him.

Grillby also put down the fork, stood up and went along the table and knelt down to the sobbing skeleton. "Shhh. It's okay. Our relationship won't hinder me in the slightest. When someone gives us grief, I'll simply grill them to dust."

"it's not that simple, grillbz."

"It can be. Come here." He let his skeleton hug him and he was calming down in the warm and loving embrace of the flame that loved him indisputably.

"oh my god. you made a pun." Sans stated after good one minute.

"I am only getting flared up." Now it was Sans' turn to giggle and they disentangled getting back to eating the cold breakfast.

After finishing up their plates, they both checked if they had everything and Grillby brought his skeleton before the front door. Sans wanted to leave alone, but Grillby wouldn't hear nothing about it. "I bet your brother's tongue has already wagged about us in town. Come, I'll escort you to your station. I have half hour before the bar is opening."

Sans grinned. "no need, grillbz. i can be a capable fighter if needed. also, i have a shortcut. can you come closer?"

Grillby leaned down slightly and Sans inserted a chaste kiss on the elemental's cheek, blushing. " see you later. i love you, grillby." The small skeleton winked, snapped fingers and he vanished before Grillby's eyes.

The elemental held the place where the kiss was planted, feeling it burn up. He smiled. "I've known that all along, Sans."

Grillby then left for his bar, counting the minutes before he meets with his adorable skeleton.

#undertale #underfell #sequel #to Echo Flower #plz read that first #underfell sansby #angst #healthy dose of angst & fluff too #underfell papyrus is less of a douche in this

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thatgirlonstage · 7 years

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Howdy. How about Stevonnie wedding day chaos?

I’m so bad at aging up characters lol. But this was a bit silly and a bit fun to write, so I hope you enjoy it!

“Steven?” Pearl banged on the door, her voice climbing in pitch with anxiety. “Steven, we have to go! We’re going to be late!”

“No one’s on time to a wedding, Pearl, chill,” Amethyst said. Pearl glared at her.

“Amethyst, I don’t think you’re taking this seriously enough. This is one of the most important days in Steven’s life and you’re not even dressed.” Amethyst rolled her eyes. She glowed purple for a moment and was abruptly wearing a purple and white suit.

“Happy now?” she asked, plucking at her cuffs and grinning. Pearl ignored her and pounded on the bathroom door again.

“Steven?” she called. “Are you almost—?” The door flew open.

“I’m ready,” Steven gasped. His bowtie was askew. Pearl reached out and adjusted it for him.

“Alright,” she said. “Greg is here with the van. Garnet and the rest are meeting us at the church.” She paused, her hands flat against Steven’s lapel, and tears brimmed in her eyes. “You look so handsome,” she said. “I can’t believe you’re already—” She pressed a hand against her mouth. Steven smiled.

“Pea-arl,” he groaned. “You don’t need to cry. I’m not going anywhere. Connie’s practically just as much a Crystal Gem as all the rest of us. We’ll still be going on missions with you guys, curing corrupted gems and all that stuff.” Pearl gave a watery smile.

“I know,” she said. A horn honked outside and she jumped. “Go, go, go,” she said, shoving at him. “Come on, Amethyst.”

Outside the elegant marble reception hall, Dr. Priyanka Maheswaran nervously checked her watch. “You don’t think they’re going to be late, do you?” she asked her husband. “It’s Steven’s wedding day, after all, you’d think he’d find punctuality important.” Doug laid a comforting hand on her arm.

“Don’t worry, dear,” he said. “It’s not like the ceremony will start without them.”

“Is Steven here yet?” Connie asked, hurrying up to them. She had the skirt of her wedding dress bunched up and slung over her arm so she could run more easily. Her feet were bare, her high heels dangling out of her free hand. Dr. Maheswaran yelped and pulled the skirt back down, smoothing it with her hands.

“Connie,” she scolded, “you’ll wrinkle it! And put your shoes on! You’re getting married.” Connie rolled her eyes.

“You cared about doing this in a white dress a whole lot more than I ever did, Mom,” she said, but she set the shoes on the ground and stepped into them. As she did, the door swung open, and all three Maheswarans straightened up, looking for Steven. Instead, Lars and Sadie walked through the door, followed by a number of gems. Connie squealed and ran forward.

“Lars!” she said, hugging him. “I haven’t seen you in forever. How’s the Big Donut these days?” He laughed, hugging her back.

“I only stop in occasionally. Rhodonite mostly runs it these days.” Rhodonite waved from behind him, her lower pair of arms pressing her hands together nervously.

“Human food is quite delicious,” she said. “And people always look so happy when they eat donuts.” Next to her waist, Padparadscha gasped.

“I predict Connie will look absolutely beautiful in her wedding dress!” she cried. Connie smiled.

“Thank you, Pad,” she said. She glanced over at her parents. Her mother had gone pale. Lars and Sadie stepped up. Sadie offered her hand.

“Hi,” she said, “I’m Sadie, and this is Lars. Behind us is Rhodonite, Padparadscha – but you can just call her Pad – the Rutile twins, and Fluorite.” Fluorite was having some trouble squeezing through the door, each segment of her body pulling laboriously through the doorframe. Dr. Maheswaran shook Sadie’s hand numbly. Her eyes went to Lars.

“Pink to meet you – I mean,” she said, flushing, “pleasure to meet you. Steven’s mentioned you before.” Lars blew at the curl of pink hair hanging down over his face, briefly revealing the long dark scar that ran across his eye.

“Pleasure to meet you too,” he said. “Steven’s our friend because we used to sell him donuts.”

“Steven’s our friend because Steven’s friends with everyone,” Sadie said. That, at least, drew a faint groaning attempt at a laugh from Dr. Maheswaran.

“Hey, Mom, why don’t you go check that Garnet and Lapis and Peridot found their seats okay?” Connie asked forcefully. Her mother nodded and walked stiffly into the hall. Connie smiled apologetically at Lars. “She’s still a bit… unfamiliar with all the gem stuff,” she said. Lars shrugged.

“I get stares a lot. I’m used to it.” Sadie whacked his arm.

“Don’t be rude,” she said. She beamed at Connie. “You look so gorgeous,” she said. “We’re so happy for you and Steven.” Connie blushed. She felt like she’d done that more today than she had her entire life.

“Aw, thanks Sadie,” she said. She gestured toward the door into the hall. “We’ve got a space set up for Fluorite and everything in there. Just ask Jenny, she’ll show you where to go.” Lars tipped her a mock salute.

“Thanks,” he said.

“I predict Connie’s mother will think all of us are very strange beings,” Padparadscha announced.

“Come along, now, Pad,” Fluorite said, her deep gentle voice rumbling in the echoes of the hall. “Let’s find our seats.”

There had been a lengthy debate about who should conduct the actual ceremony of the wedding. Gems didn’t have weddings and Greg solidly opted out, saying he’d spend the entire time crying. None of the Maheswaran family friends were people Steven or Connie felt particularly close to.

Pearl’s girlfriend Shannon volunteering had been a bit of a surprise, but Steven and Connie had both looked at each other, shrugged, and agreed she was a fine option. She was dressed in a flowing pink dress for the occasion, her matching hair braided down her head. She didn’t have to do that much: Steven and Connie had written their own vows. Lion brought their rings on a cushion. Their eyes met as Connie slid a ring onto Steven’s finger and they both grinned. Steven felt his gem glowing softly.

“Don’t fuse yet,” Connie scolded under her breath. “Mom will never forgive me.”

“I know,” Steven chuckled. “For the party, though.”

“Definitely for the party,” Connie agreed.

The beach was bursting with light and color. Greg had been cajoled into bringing out his guitar and playing some live music before they turned it over to Sour Cream to DJ. Lapis had stood hesitantly at the edge until Steven grabbed her hand and pulled her into the crowd to dance. Peridot kept tripping over her own feet, but with great enthusiasm. Lars hesitantly took Sadie’s hand and they swayed slowly together in a corner. Humans and gems whirled.

Gems dancing proved to be chaos as they fused and unfused with abandon. One moment Opal leapt above the crowd, the next Amethyst was alone, popping and locking to the beat as Pearl spun into Garnet’s arms, and suddenly Sardonyx appeared, chuckling loudly. Fluorite, smiling gently, suddenly came apart into three separate fusions. Steven paused, staring wide-eyed as they dispersed into the crowd and grabbed partners, laughing giddily.

Steven grabbed Connie’s hand and they spun and spun until there was only one pair of feet in the sand. Stevonnie laughed, their hair loose around their shoulders, a shortened white skirt flowing down from the white shirt and pink bowtie. They kicked off their shoes and ran barefoot across the sand, hiking their skirt up to splash through the shallow waves at the edge of the water. They dropped to sit in the sand, staring across the waves.

“I’ve never been happier,” they said, their face flushed, sand squishing between their toes.

“That makes two of us,” they responded to themselves, and they laughed. “Two in one, forever and ever.”

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Past VS Present (Part 5)

Prompt: Imagine being best friends with Loki, but this wasn’t always the case, since you’d grown up with Anakin Skywalker. And when Anakin needs your help one day,it starts a wave of events.

Word Count: 2293

Warnings: language (later in series), emergency..?

Notes: This takes place like right before Thor 1 and after-ish Reveng of the Sith (without Anakin turning) Thanks a million to my beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes I couldn’t have finished this without you. and @queendivaofthedark you were amazing, thank you so much!

Crossover of Thor (Loki) and Star Wars

Tags (let me know if you want added or removed): @phantomgirl2298 @munlis @cocosierra94

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Two days after your return to Asgard, Loki and you were practicing sword dueling in one of the courtyards designated for training . Your mind had been a cage of war ever since you’d returned.

Ever since you laid eyes on Anakin again, your mind and heart had been in turmoil. You longed to go back to see him, to be near him like the old days. To fight by his side and watch him amaze you with his ability, courage, and wit. Sleeping next to him was on one hand a sweet gesture to the past you two shared, but also a heavy burden as you burned to cross the line of platonic friendship to heated romance.

Yet, as much as you thought of your childhood companion, you thought of your new best friend as well and how much you wanted the same thing from him. Loki was just as charming, intelligent, and good with fighting as Anakin. Loki gave you trinkets and flowers on your birthday, he read with you, would be in the library with you at all hours, laughing over the most ridiculous stories.

Both made you feel safe, comfortable, and like you were home. Both trusted you and confided in you.

However, neither one was obtainable. For Loki was a prince and would most likely be forced to marry a girl that would aid the two kingdoms. Anakin was a Jedi Knight sworn to never love. So your heart was in despair over nothing, over what could never be.

When you had left the Jedi years ago, you had almost accepted that you’d never see him again. But once you laid eyes on him again, those feelings you’d long since buried bubbled up and forced you to notice them.

But now, here you were again, with no telling if you’d ever see him again.

Loki had jabbed at you and you were trying to work on your footwork but something had caught your eye on the corner of the courtyard. Loki’s sword glided past your arm but you were in too much of a trance to notice.

“Y/N! I almost stabbed you, what in Gods’ name has you distracted?” Loki demanded as you accidentally ignored him and ran past him to Anakin who was standing there, watching you. You didn’t mean to ignore Loki, you were just incapable of hearing or noticing anything else.

“Your form has gotten much better,” Anakin said with a smile and laugh as you ran full force to him and threw your arms around him. He picked you up and swung you around.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you held onto him.

“I’ve been requested by the King to help with the matter of a phantom army.”

“You?” Loki demanded from behind you two. “You are who my father sought help from?”

“Why, yes. My Master and I have been called to deal with it. He thinks our power with the Force will help.”

Loki shook his head and his jaw clenched as he looked away.

“Loki, come here!” you requested in a giddy tone. He obliged and stepped forward, his head held high. You still had a hold of Anakin’s hand when you introduced them. “Loki, this is Anakin Skywalker, the man I grew up with. And Anakin, this is Prince Loki Odinson, he’s my greatest friend here!”

“Is that so? Well any friend of Y/N’s is a friend of mine,” Anakin said as he extended his hand.

“Ah, yes. Nice to finally meet the man she talks so highly of.”

A moment later, Odin, Obi-Wan, Thor, and a few of the guard were walking toward the group of you.

“Y/N, I hope you don’t mind but we seeked out help from the Jedi. Do you have a problem with that?” King Odin asked once he reached you.

“No, your highness, of course not. They will be a valuable asset. May I ask what this phantom army refers to?”

“Well you see, there is a ghost army that…” Odin started as you began to follow him, the group huddling around you as you walked with him.

Once you were out of earshot, Loki and Anakin began walking behind the group.

Loki quietly said, “You know, she’ll never go for you.”

“Is that so?” Anakin questioned, keeping his head forward. “What makes you so sure? Is she with you?”

“Not yet, but she will be. And as I’m aware, your Jedi kind aren’t even allowed to court, isn’t that right?”

Anakin flicked his finger and used the Force to trip Loki, his form spilling out onto the ground in front of him, making the group turn back to look at him.

“Brother, are you alright?” Thor asked.

“I’m fine, Thor,” Loki assured as he started to get up and dust himself off.

“Must’ve just tripped,” Anakin said with a wave as he smiled at the group. You smiled at them both and went back to discussing the details with Odin.

“This isn’t over, Skywalker,” Loki vowed in a dark voice, his eyes cooling to match the severity.

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Later that evening, the gang of young warriors and fighters were having a smaller, private dinner in the private dining room. The King and Queen and their guests were in the main dining room but suggested that Anakin and Obi-Wan would be better suited with the younger warriors.

So here you all were, having a mini-feast as everyone was laughing and welcoming the guests of honor. You sat next to Anakin as Loki sat across from you, with all of the others spread out along the long rectangular table. So far all had been well between everyone. Thor and everyone, except Loki, had been laughing at tales and asking questions of your friends. He seemed fascinated with their abilities and their weapons. Of course, the light saber would amuse him.

Obi-Wan was telling of a rousing mission that you were involved in right before you left. A few surprised glances were thrown your way from your new friends.

“Obi-Wan, Anakin, care for a drink?” Thor offered.

“No, thank you, your highness but we are on duty,” Obi-Wan politely declined. “We need our wits about us.”

“Perfectly fine. If you’re anything like Loki here, it wouldn’t be good.” Thor leaned forward and covered one side of his mouth, even though he was speaking loudly enough for the whole palace to hear. “Between you and me, I don’t think Loki can hold his meade.”

Anakin nodded slightly as he said, “Yes, it doesn’t look like he can hold much of anything.” A daring look cross his face and you nearly gasped at the remark. Anakin was one for being smart-mouthed to his foes, but never to royalty he was supposed to protect.

Loki quirked an eyebrow and quickly fired back though. “You would know all about that, not holding a seat on the council.”

You closed your eyes. This couldn’t be happening. Your two best friends were fighting and throwing insults back and forth, the last one holding much more sting than the other. Although if you were honest with yourself, you weren’t entirely surprised. Loki and Anakin were both short tempered, highly smart-mouthed, quick witted to a fault, and at times, overly confident.

“Just as you can’t hold a place at the throne?” Anakin replied in an even tone. By this point, the table had picked up on the animosity between these two. It had gone beyond playful jesting and to the point of trying to antagonize one another.

You tensed for Loki’s reaction. You knew Loki had a short fuse, except unlike Thor or Sif or Volstagg, his reaction wouldn’t be quite so immediate. He would carefully calculate a retaliation.

It seemed you weren’t the only one holding your breath for the Prince’s reaction. Thor’s good humor had fallen to an awkward frown as he stared into his cup, Fandral and Sif were looking any direction but Loki, Volstagg was nervously eating, Hogun was pursing his lips as he gazed down at his hands. Obi-Wan tried to smile, to ease the situation, but the damage was done.

Loki and Anakin stared each other down.

“Very well,” Loki said finally, no emotion in his voice. “I will see myself to my sleeping chambers. I am rather tired and I have an early start tomorrow. Good evening,” he bidded as he stood and pushed his chair in. Once Loki was gone, the rooms atmosphere seemed to warm up a bit.

“I’d better check on him,” you said as you stood and put your napkin on your plate.

“Y/N,” Anakin tried as he reached for your hand.

“Anakin, don’t,” you responded firmly, pulling away.

You picked up your skirts and ran through the halls to Loki’s quarters.

“Loki, open up, it’s me,” you called into his bedroom as you pounded on the door.

“Leave me alone,” he responded.

“Loki, please just let me in. Let’s talk about this.”

The door suddenly yanked open and you stepped back. Loki’s ferocious face was in yours in an instant. Even full of rage he was breathtakingly handsome.

“Let’s talk about how your so-called friends just insulted me in my own company, in my own palace? I think not!” he said with a seething tone as his eyes were wide and burned into yours. You didn’t fear him though. You pushed on his chest gently and let yourself in his sleeping chambers as you had done on many occasions. You two were friends and often came to his room for recreation such as drawing, reading, spell casting. You closed the door behind you as Loki turned in his room and ran his hands through his hair.

“I am sorry about that,” you apologized quietly. “Anakin is never that rude to anyone...well, except maybe the Sith.” You nodded your head to the side.

“Where did he even hear about it?” Loki demanded, his arm stretched out, gesturing in the general direction of the party. “Did you tell him? Did you flaunt my failure to the so-called chosen one? Is it not enough to have the throne taken from me, must you torment me with it by telling all of the kingdoms?”

You frowned and shook your head as you stepped closer. “Loki, I would never, ever betray your trust. Moreover I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

He stared at you, trying to gauged your truthfulness.

“You know I’m the God of Lies, correct? You know I can tell when someone is lying?”

“I imagine you know a great deal of things, Loki, you’re a thousand years older than I. So tell me, God of Lies and Mischief, am I lying when I say I would never hurt you?”

The tiniest smile cracked in the corner of his mouth. “No.”

“See? I’m not sure where he heard it. Perhaps your father told him. Perhaps Thor simply said he was next. Perhaps he overheard someone saying. The point is he had no right to say that and I”m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing on his behalf? He is not your responsibility.”

You began to walk around Loki’s room. “Well, while we were Jedi, Anakin had a habit of disobeying Obi-Wan. It was my habit in return to cover for him, make excuses, or apologize on a routine basis for him. So I suppose he used to be my responsibility. It’s ironic though, isn’t it? He was always disobeying, yet I’m the one who strayed.” You turned back to face Loki but he was much closer than you expected.

Loki smiled down at you, his eyes piercing. He put a strand of hair behind your ear, making you shiver. “I’m glad you strayed,” he breathed, his hand lingering on the back of your neck.

“Me too,” you echoed, barely above a whisper. Other than fighting, you’d never been this close to Loki before. The sensation was overwhelming.

“I have something I’d like to ask you,” he said suddenly.

“What’s that?”

“It’s what I wanted to ask you before you ran off three days ago.”

“Oh? And you’ve waited all this time?”

“I was waiting for the proper moment,” he responded, his brow quirking up to assert the point. Your head had slowly leaned back on his hand as his face was above yours.

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Because you see what I’m going to ask you is very important.”

“Yes?” you breathed. You weren’t sure you could take any more of this. The anticipation was killing you as his cool breath washed over your face, your knees were becoming weak.

“Would you like to accompany me to the ball?” he invited.

“The ball? You want me to...to be your date?” you questioned.

“Why yes, of course, I believe that’s what I justed asked.”

“Right. Uh, yes, absolutely. I’d be delighted. Thank you, Loki.”

“My pleasure, Y/N. Now, If you’ll excuse me, I really do need to get to sleep.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just--I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” you said sheepishly.

“I know.” He smiled and kissed your forehead. “You always do lookout for me. Thank you for that.”

“So you’re okay?”

“Please, from that little comment your friend made? I’m perfectly fine.”

“Okay, good.”

He started to lead you out by your hand, and just as he opened the door to escort you out, you spun in place.

“And Loki?”

“Hmm?”

“Could you two try to be...nicer to each other? You are the most important men in my life and it would mean a lot if you got along.” You smiled at him, hoping it would drive the request home.

“I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all I ask. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

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