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[bluismie]

Big bro out on a run (งツ)ว

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[crackedpumpkin]

Okay how about Cole dating f!reader and one of her ways of showing affection is by making flower crowns for him

Flowers and nature in general being one of her favorite things in life

Hello lovely!! I'll be real, this is the fastest ask I've ever written, with a record-breaking one and a half hours lmao

I hope you enjoy this!!! And thank you for letting me know because I didn't receive the ask the first time (Thanks tumblr.)

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“Another?” 

Cole wakes up to flower petals tickling his nose. He lets out a loud sneeze, startling Kai awake. The fire ninja groans, covering his head with his pillow in an attempt to escape the rising sun. 

The earth ninja takes the flower crown you had snuck onto his chest in his sleep, a soft smile gracing his lips when he realizes you had probably put it there before you left for work. 

His fingers gently brush against the soft pink freesia, now wide awake as he sits up.

You usually went to work at five a.m. on the weekdays, but you only needed to stay there till three p.m. since your job was mainly remote. However, your supervisor was in a different country at another timezone, and you needed to be at the office to look professional.

You despised it, and so did Cole. 

He’d notice when you slipped out from under the covers, your side of the bed gradually turning cold. His arms felt empty without you, with your head snug under his and tucked into the crook of his neck.

You hated it too, leaving the comfort of his arms and bed the last thing you wanted before he woke up. So you resorted to leaving little gifts for him before heading off for work. Flower crowns, to be exact.

The habit had started before you, and Cole even started dating. You used to come over to hang out with Jay, the bubbly ninja eager to beat you in every video game he possessed. You had met him in a games store, ready to purchase the latest fighting game. 

You noticed a crowd around a gaming machine set up for demos and went over to look. That’s when you spotted the ninja in his blue gi practically smashing the buttons on his controller, earning himself a new high score. 

You couldn’t let him take your place as the reigning champion of the game, so you stepped up, challenging him to a match where you utterly destroyed him.

That’s when he invited you for a rematch, a friendly rivalry that sparked your friendship. 

When you arrived at the monastery for the first time, you were intimidated by all the ninjas, including their sensei. Though he was kind, it was slightly unnerving how he looked at you with a sense of foreboding.

And then you met Cole.

— — — — — — — — 

“Jay, what’re you having for dinner?” 

A deep voice startles you out of your concentration, but you don’t dare look up, too engrossed in beating Jay. 

“Uh, I dunno, anything, I guess. What’re you getting?” Jay says, eyes trained on the screen. You gnaw on your bottom lip in thought, mentally narrowing down who you had already met and whose attractive voice it could be. 

You had already met Zane, Lloyd, and Nya. So that only left either Kai or Cole. It couldn’t be the fire ninja, though, you had seen him being interviewed a while back, and his voice had a slightly higher pitch. This one had more of a baritone quality, a slight rasp at the end that made your stomach do funny little flips. 

So this had to be Cole.

You risk a quick glance, doing a double take. Your eyes unashamedly rake over the stranger’s muscular build, catching yourself ogling his biceps. You shake your head, cheeks flushing and praying that neither has caught you staring.  

Jay was still focused on the game, and Cole (you assume) was chugging down a glass of water. You find it hard to swallow, noticing how his skin has a glowing sheen from all the sweat. He had probably come back from a workout.

You tear your gaze away before he notices, still feeling the heat in your cheeks. You hear him set down the glass with a soft sigh, your body tense. 

Is your hair okay? Did you look homeless? Did he notice you staring?

Your mind races with thoughts until the words ‘Game Over’ flashes on the screen, a victorious shout from Jay snapping you out of your thoughts. You groan, tossing the controller to your side.

“Who’s this?” You turn, willing the flush in your cheeks and neck to subside. 

“Oh, I forgot to introduce you guys. Y/n, this is Cole. Cole, this is Y/n, my newest rival!” 

“Is that really what I’m being introduced as?” You grin in a joking manner, eliciting a shrug from your friend. 

“Cool. Are you sticking around for dinner? Zane might be cooking tonight.” Cole looks straight at you, waiting for an answer. 

You’re speechless, managing a nod. 

Were you just invited to dinner? With the ninja, no less??

— — — — — — — — 

“Here.” You place a flower onto Jay’s head, and he blinks several times before pulling it out of his hair.

“Is this mine?” He asks innocently, and you nod in response. 

“HA! Suck it, Kai! You’re gonna be the last to get one!” He shouts across the ship, holding it up triumphantly as you roll your eyes with an amused smile.

You had started the habit of giving flowers and little trinkets you found in nature to the ninjas. Zane was the first to receive one, a tiny acorn you had picked up during your walks in the park to recharge your social battery.

He had cooked a marvelous dinner, and you had randomly given it to him to express your appreciation. He had taken it with a confused yet thankful smile and proudly showed it to the rest during dessert. 

The rest of the ninjas became more invested in seeing who was the next one to receive anything. You had triggered their curiosity and anticipation once you had given Nya a beautiful piece of sea glass you had picked up at the beach. She treasured it like it was a diamond, keeping it on her dresser along with her jewelry.

Now, Jay had his small trinket.

Kai was next. He had made the time to help you go grocery shopping when your other friends were busy, driving you there and back in his car. He helped you unload the groceries, thinking nothing of it until you returned to your room for a brief moment, returning with a preserved amber leaf paperweight. 

“This is mine?” He asks, wide-eyed. He takes it from your hands when you grin, admiring the flickers of orange in the paperweight, the colours resembling the sparks of a fire. He wraps you up in a brief hug, excited to go home and show it off to the rest.

“Looks like Lloyd and Cole are the last to receive anything.” Kai chuckles, reveling in the fact that he had received it before they did. 

Your sheepish grin gives it away. His eyes widened. “Just Lloyd?” 

You shake your head with an embarrassed flush.

“Just Cole??” 

— — — — — — — — 

Truth be told, it was challenging to decide what to give the earth ninja. He was the most put together, the most vigilant of them all. 

And the most attractive. 

You had briefly considered a smooth pebble, its midnight shade reminding you of his gi. But that wasn’t good enough. You could imagine the disappointment in his eyes, comparing his stone with the other gifts you had gotten the rest of them.

Besides, it was too cliche. A rock? For the Earth ninja? 

You’d rather bury yourself six feet under.

You were sitting on a mat near the pond in the monastery, having been invited on a small picnic in the sunny weather. You had gathered an assortment of flowers in front of you, starting to absentmindedly weave together the stems into a flower crown. 

The ninjas were chatting away, and their senseis were sitting on the wooden floor of the small pavilion nearby, sipping on tea and watching their students fondly. You were almost done, looping the last flower through the stems.

“Is that mine?” 

Your breath hitches when you glance up, the shy yet boyish smile on Cole’s lips making your heart flutter. He sits down beside you, peering over your shoulder to get a better look at the flower crown you hold loosely in your hands. 

“Y-yeah.” You hope he doesn’t catch the stutter, though a slight upwards quirk of his lips suggests otherwise. 

“That’s a relief,” he laughs, leaning back with his face tilted towards the sun, “I was starting to think you had forgotten about me.” 

Your cheeks fill with a familiar heat, shaking your head with wide eyes. “No! I’d never forget.” You suppress an embarrassed groan at how your words came out, but you’re left breathless when you notice the soft dusting of pink on his cheeks.

“That’s good then,” He murmurs, peeking an eye open with a small smile. 

You bite down on your bottom lip in thought, summoning up all your courage to reach upwards and place the completed flower crown on the top of his raven-black hair, fingers brushing against his bicep. (Definitely not on purpose, of course. A total accident.)

He grins, sitting upright. 

“Nice crown, Cole!” Jay giggles, drawing the attention of the other ninja. 

“Why thank you, it was a gift.” He pauses to send a wink your way, but you look down quickly, flustered by the sudden action though you can’t help the shy smile that spreads across your lips.

You look back up as he saunters to the rest of the group, showing off his present. You watch how he laughs at something Kai says, your gaze soft as he glances back at you. You start like a deer caught in headlights. However, he doesn’t look away, nodding absentmindedly at Jay’s remark that goes unheard. 

Your mind is blank, a single thought floating around inside.

Flower crowns look good on him. 

[eggymf-archived]

of paper planes and wildflowers; 07

ft. ominis gaunt with f!reader (series)

chapter warnings: nsfw, masturbation, a rather cliché accident, not proofread, unedited

chapter summary: within denial lies the deepest of desires, and within desire lies the most adamant of denials. may merlin guide these two fools into a state of clarity.  

word count: 3.7k

a/n: a relatively chill chapter before the possible storm. also, this is arguably the fastest i’d ever written a chapter. it seems that embarrassment is a good motivator for being productive and curing a really bad case of writer’s block. (still eating my fist rn coz apparently even @ask-deek​ saw my rather embarrassing blunder *sobs*)

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The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the now empty dungeons – not a single student or teacher in sight due to the time being nearly after school hours, except for a certain trio of misfits. Sebastian and Ominis were walking side by side while you followed them, heading to the oh so infamous detention chamber. It has been a good long while since you’ve gotten detention. In fact, you have probably gotten so good at sneaking out over time that there was merely a small chance of failure of ever getting caught by those goody-two-shoes prefects patrolling around. 

The only one who was aware of your records of blatant misbehavior was Garreth himself – oftentimes the both of you were put into the chamber as a tandem for various potions shenanigans that had gone completely awry. Also, that’s where your friendship with him was fully established. The first time you ever got detention was during your second year, and it was a rather huge spectacle despite it being caused by two silly little children. It all started when the both of you decided to use the usually uninhabited girls' bathroom deep within the dungeons as your secret hideout, turning one of the cubicles into a makeshift potions table. Imagine two second years creating an explosion so massive it nearly destroyed six cubicles and covered the walls with a thick purple goop of Merlin knows what. It cost the both of you 50 house points each and two week’s worth of detention, but the friendship and memory was worth it at the end of the day.

This time, however, you never would’ve expected that the main reason for your next trip back into the chamber was due to a fight breaking out between fifth year and seventh year students with you as its catalyst. It had been boggling your mind for the good remainder of the day. You were nearly subjected to something against your own will, the famous Slytherin duo of your year stepped up against these leery lot of degenerates, and Ominis Gaunt has made you question your very existence and set of morals once again. Everything has happened only yesterday, but these two gentlemen walking right in front of you seemed so nonchalant to the point that the incident with Robert Bulstrode hadn’t happened. As much as you were thankful for it, you couldn’t help but to trail your eyes at the young Gaunt’s back.

You weren’t exactly sure if it was a look of longing, confusion, or plainly just because you were compelled to after what had happened in the hospital wing. Shamefully, he was mostly the unwanted occupant of your mind ever since you had parted ways with him in the hospital wing. You didn’t know what kind of a damned spell he might’ve casted upon you, but the thought of him and his lightweight touches sends you in a spiral of heated desire – which was something you were definitely ashamed of. 

You recalled how fervently you had touched yourself that night when the incident happened: your back against the thin partitions of the shower cubicle, puffs of heated breath escaping your lips as your fingers rubbed your sensitive nub down below while fondling your breasts. If honesty was one of your stronger suits, you’d admit to yourself that his very existence as of late was the source of your insanity: his scent, ethereal looks, the snark behind his wit, the way he was gentle yet domineering at the same time — everything. Thoughts of his bare alabaster skin, groans of pleasure, his sinful ministrations, the way his cock reached spots that made you see stars, his seed spurting inside your awaiting core — it was all so fucking addicting and downright delicious. 

"Oh Merlin," you groaned within your pretty little head as you felt your knickers get more and more damp, sacrilegious fantasies overtaking your normally self-conscious brain. Thankfully, you were snapped out of your thoughts when the creaking sound of the door to the chamber echoed rather loudly throughout the stone corridors. The three of you walked into the empty chamber, each of you occupying a seat while patiently waiting for Professor Sharp to arrive. You hoped that the punishment didn't involve something atrociously mundane or disgusting. The worst you've done so far was cleaning bedpans in the hospital wing.

“Any idea what Sharp's gonna make us do?” Ominis asked Sebastian.

“The last time I had detention, I had to polish the trophies in the trophy room. I didn't exactly finish it so…” the brunette trailed off. “Perhaps one of us will continue polishing the remaining ones?”

“That would be correct, Mr. Sallow,” a certain professor grunted as he limped towards the front of the chamber. You straightened your back, giving your undivided attention towards the potions master as he gave his instructions.

“Mr. Sallow, I'm assigning you to the trophy room. I believe you're still aware of the items that have yet to be polished, is that right?” Professor Sharp queried, while Sebastian’s face fell.

“I— yes, professor. I'll start on it immediately,” Sebastian acquiesced, wincing at the thought of going into the trophy room once again. The last time the poor brown-eyed male went there was when he was serving his detention for sneaking into the Restricted Section of the library with Skylar Evans. Long story short: although it was made easy due to wands not being prohibited, there were simply way too many items in that infernal room.

The ex-Auror then turned to both you and Ominis.

“As for you two, I'm assigning you both to clean up the Alchemy Classroom. Do pay attention to the stations and cauldrons. All of them must be spotless for safety reasons.”

A groan rumbled from your lips while Ominis heaved a sigh of dread. This wasn't going to be easy. You absolutely dreaded cleaning up the cauldrons used for alchemy — if anyone thought that scrubbing cauldrons from the Potions Classroom by hand was considered dreadful, the cauldrons from the Alchemy Classroom was way worse. There was always at least a spot within the cauldrons that had a charred piece of Merlin knows what. That being said, it was crucial to remove that piece when cleaning up. Explosions or any harmful reactions in an alchemy classroom was far from the definition of a fun time in class.

Much to your luck, however, the three of you seemed to be in Professor Sharp’s good graces despite being punished — he never confiscated your wands, which means that magic wasn’t out of the table in completing the tasks. 

“If there aren’t any more questions, I shall take my leave. I will be in the Potions Classroom if any of you manages to complete your tasks early.”

And with that, Professor Sharp left the detention chamber. A look of surprise was etched onto your face. You hadn’t expected such a display of leniency when it comes to the infamously strict potions master. Sebastian sighed, turning to both you and Ominis.

“I guess I’ll be off now. I’ll help you two out if I’m done early,” Sebastian offered.

“But, won’t you get into trouble for that, Sallow?” you curiously asked.

“Oh, no worries. I highly doubt that Sharp’s going to make frequent visits to either of us. He’s usually absent when it comes to inspections. Unless you fetch him from the Potions Classroom of course,” the brunette explained. You heaved a sigh of relief.

“Spoken like a true resident of the detention chamber, I say,” Ominis piqued, earning a snort from Sebastian.

“If that’s the case, we’ll go to you too if we manage to finish early,” you smiled.

“We? You’re on your own,” Ominis jokingly mocked, earning him a slightly sharp blow from your elbow, much to Sebastian’s amusement. 

“Alright, time’s ticking. Try not to kill each other while I’m gone, will you?” Sebastian joked before parting from the both of you, leaving you and Ominis alone in the desolated corridors of the dungeons. You sighed before heading towards the Alchemy Classroom with the opal-eyed male tailing you.

Upon approaching the Alchemy Classroom, you were greeted by stacks of cauldrons placed right outside of the entrance. Unlike the usual ones used for potion-making, these cauldrons varied in sizes — some were huge, while some resembled the typical cauldrons that could be found in Professor Sharp’s classroom. You swung the door open, and the sound of enchanted pickaxes prying onto the earth at the two corners of the classroom was heard throughout the small space. There were several organizers, shelves and cabinets that were in desperate need of some reorganizing: its contents were haphazardly strewn all over, and several jars were not properly put back in their proper places.

Fortunately, the tables were already cleaned spotless by their previous users, much to you and Ominis’ relief. The cauldrons were the only problem that the both of you ought to think about. You levitated the tall stacks of cauldrons from the outside through the entry door, inspecting them one by one for any dirty ones with the help of good old Lumos, and passing the dirty cauldrons to Ominis who cast a stronger cleaning charm onto the iron objects. There were not many words exchanged between the two of you aside from the misty-eyed male occasionally asking if he had removed some of the stubborn dirt away. 

But oh boy, your dysfunctional-as-of-late brain was having a field day with you standing rather close to the young Gaunt. This alleged "unfortunate" set-up of the both of you having detention together made you realize something that you feel you shouldn’t have.

The entirety of this whole situation feels rather… Domestic.

You glanced at the alabaster-skinned male from the corner of your eye as you passed several cauldrons to him, silently admiring the warm glow radiating from his skin thanks to the nearby fireplace of the Alchemy Classroom. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he scrubbed off the several clumps of debris and dirt off the bottom of the cauldrons. You couldn’t help but take note of how he was handling it rather well and efficiently despite being from a rich household. It was almost as if he actually does house chores often. 

But weren’t rich pureblood families privy to their own dutiful house elves?

A sudden intrusive thought conjured up in your brain, depicting a detailed scene of you heading back to your own quaint little cottage within a secluded area of the countryside with a small flower garden at the side guarded by an enchanted scarecrow. Upon opening the door, you see Ominis, who was dutifully maintaining the orderly state of the interior, enchanting various items to help him with house chores. As soon as you walked in, the pale-skinned male immediately turned towards the direction of your footsteps while you made your way towards him, with arms spread and ready to embrace him after a long, arduous day. 

“You do know that I can feel you staring, right?” the misty-eyed male mockingly queried while in the midst of prying a stubborn piece of dirt off the iron surface, snapping you back into reality while heat immediately rushed to your cheeks out of realization.

“No, I’m not!” you huffed angrily. You grabbed another cauldron harshly, causing a loud clang to resound within the small classroom as you casted Lumos once again to inspect the cauldrons in peace. At that moment, you wanted to bang your head against one of the iron objects out of sheer embarrassment — that ought to knock some sense in your delusion-filled head, no? 

Meanwhile, a ghost of a smile graced Ominis’ lips as he scrubbed another cauldron, stifling an amused snort from escaping his nostrils. As much as the young Gaunt had his reservations towards you after that unexpected revelation in the Owlery, he couldn't deny that you were rather fun to tease to the point that it truly does make his day to a certain degree. Perhaps he should do it more often.

Several hours passed with the both of you dutifully scrubbing cauldrons until there were none left. The other task the both of you had left in the list of agendas was giving the place a proper cleanup along with organizing some of the jars of materials that were left laying around messily atop the cabinets. While Ominis took care of cleaning up the floors, you decided to take up the organizing. However, as you were sorting all the jars accordingly and putting the contents into their proper storage drawers, you soon discovered that there was one jar that was missing based on the list that was pasted onto one of the doors of the cabinet. You casted the summoning charm in an attempt to make your search easier, only to hear a certain clatter from all the way at the top of the cabinet. You sighed in irritation at the inconvenience, climbing up the cabinet to reach for the jar that had probably gotten stuck without hesitation.

“Honestly, who even puts these damned jars all the way up there?” you grumbled under your breath as your fingertips grazed against a glass surface. You had managed to retrieve it successfully, while Ominis was finally done sweeping the floor. The opal-eyed male followed the direction of nearby shuffling, intending to inform you of his progress.

“Hey, I'm finished with—” 

But before he could complete what he was supposed to say, a terrified yelp erupted from your lips as you lost your footing, falling off the cabinet. Instinctively, his arms reached out towards where he thought you were, keenly following the fast approaching floral fragrance that you usually wore. The young Gaunt had successfully caught you, albeit rather unceremoniously: the back of your head hitting him square in the face while his arms securely wrapped itself around you instinctively. The both of you stayed still, far too shocked with what had just happened. To further add fuel to the fire, a certain brunette fifth year Slytherin student sauntered his way unannounced to the open Alchemy Classroom. Upon seeing the rather awkward spot the both of you were in, he smirked.

“Am I interrupting something?” Sebastian coyly asked. Like a child getting caught stealing cookies from a jar, Ominis quickly released you from his embrace, lightly spitting in quick succession to make sure he hadn't consumed any of your hair. Meanwhile, you cleared your throat and began resuming your task, pretending nothing had happened. Ominis fixed his appearance nervously, patting his head and uniform for anything remotely out of place — a habit he often did whenever he was nervous. Feeling the aura of his best friend's shit-eating grin at his plight, the pale-skinned male gave a sigh towards the young Sallow, who stood beside him with his arms crossed relaxedly across his chest.

“You’re never going to live this down, are you?” Ominis deadpanned while Sebastian grinned.

“Never.”

The dorm room deep within the Slytherin Common Room was mostly deserted — the majority of students were still in the Great Hall having their dinner. A sigh escaped Ominis’ lips as he tapped another piece of parchment with his wand, disintegrating the object out of sight. A mild frustration coursed through his veins. He felt rather perplexed with his current state of mind as of the moment. He was utterly trapped within the sea of his self-derogatory thoughts and confusion as he thought about his current predicament. Sighing sadly while pointing at a certain piece of parchment that smelled like peonies and freesias, he began rereading its contents longingly. 

It was the letter that he had received from Russ in the Owlery. The letter from you.

While the young Gaunt was absolutely thrilled deep down when he finally found out who Lucie truly was, reality all came crashing down the moment he left the tower. His conflicting thoughts plagued him deeply, reminding him of where he stood not just as the ever charming and gentlemanly Ves, but as Ominis Gaunt himself. A wave of sorrow swept over him as he thought of you, not Lucie. If there ever came a day that his identity were to be revealed, how would you even react? Would you shun him away, or would you accept him wholeheartedly? 

The uncertainty was utterly nerve-wracking.

However, if his considerations were solely based on his desires and morals, Ominis had a clearer answer despite it still being rather foggy. He has always been curious of what Lucie was like in the flesh, so why would he bail out on such an opportunity? All this time, it was you all along: his rather dedicated tutor in potions who has been a huge help in boosting his grades, the one who treated his wounds when no healers were around, and the key that had unlocked the figurative chest containing the yearnings he had long suppressed the moment he turned his back towards his own family. It was rather frustrating for the misty-eyed male as the foundations of the walls surrounding his heart are now slowly crumbling apart, but he couldn't deny that something had sparked and changed within him in the hospital wing that day. Perhaps the incident itself has truly opened his heart into the possibility of knowing you better despite years upon years of misunderstandings. 

Albeit the advantages, however, you were also the very person who effortlessly messed with the tenacity of his self control.

The mere scent of you was enough for him to completely turn into putty, ultimately giving into the forbidden desires that he constantly tried to keep in check. He groaned, feeling his shaft harden at what happened earlier in the Alchemy Classroom. Even your hair smelled ravishing: smelling faintly of raspberries mixed with your usual perfume. Your scent always ends up prompting him to relive moments of your sexual intimacy together. 

The way you moaned so wantonly, the heady scent of your bare skin and weeping core, the sweet tanginess of your juices, how soft your skin felt against his lips — every last bit of detail about you was deeply ingrained within his mind.

Unable to resist his carnal urges any longer, he undid his pants, pulling out his throbbing shaft from its confines. Ominis sighed in relief, spitting onto his hand before he stroked his pulsating cock, lubricating it with his saliva. He let his mind wander, imagining the wetness of your pussy as his cock slid in and out of his grip. His mouth hung ajar in soundless moans, lifting his button-down shirt up and exposing his toned, mole-decorated torso with his vacant hand. For good measure, he bit the hem of his shirt to keep it in place, reaching for your desk and patting around for the letter you had recently sent him. Upon obtaining the item, he took a long whiff of your scent, his mind utterly going blank as he pumped his shaft harder, feeling it twitch in utter delight. A whimper escaped Ominis’ lips followed by a guttural groan as hot spurts of his virile essence littered his exposed body. Placing the piece of parchment back onto his desk, he grabbed his wand and conjured a small towel, wiping away the traces of his sinful deeds and fixing his appearance as if nothing had occurred. As soon as the towel was vanished, he summoned a nearby perfume bottle, scenting his parchment in advance while also attempting to mask the smell before any of his roommates would notice the slight stench once they returned. 

Merlin, you’ll probably be the death of him one of these days.

The sound of the door barging open caused the young Gaunt to jolt in surprise. Immediately noticing the familiar walking pattern, he greeted his best friend nonchalantly.

“Hello, Sebastian.”

“Ah, Ominis! I was hoping I’d see you here. I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” the wavy-haired brunette exclaimed. Ominis raised an eyebrow in curiosity as Sebastian walked up to him, placing a sealed letter on his lap.

“Our family owl delivered this to me to the Great Hall during dinner. I’m assuming that this is from Anne,” Sebastian explained. Ominis muttered his thanks, putting the letter into the drawer of his desk. The brunette tilted his head slightly in confusion.

“You aren’t going to read it?” 

“I’m a little tired at the moment, Sebastian. It’s been a long day,” Ominis half fibbed, yawning. He planned to read Anne’s reply in secret, preferably within the safe walls of the Undercroft. Ominis would rather not indulge Sebastian with any more information about his problematic love life. Merlin knows what advice the brunette would end up giving to the poor blind man.

“Maybe a dose of her ought to do the trick?” Sebastian quipped in mock innocence. 

“Don’t start with me, Sallow,” the blonde-haired male grunted as he grabbed his towel, toiletries, and clean clothes. Sebastian chortled, much to Ominis’ chagrin.

“Oh come on, Ominis! No need to be a spoilsport!”

The alabaster-skinned male gave no verbal response, opting to display his disdain through action by opening the door and slamming it shut once he had exited the room. 

Meanwhile, in the roof deck of the Ravenclaw Common Room, the biting cold evening wind caused your skin to flush into a flattering shade of pink. It was an excellent night out for exploring: the clear array of twinkling stars scattered across the gossamer night sky, and the waning moon shedding its bright light onto its realm. After all that had transpired, you were in desperate need to recalibrate yourself — doing what you love best would surely aid with alleviating the troubles of your mind, right?

You sure hoped so. 

Your broom lay on one of the stone benches, ready to be mounted. Before anything, you were currently checking the contents of your satchel: several empty jars, a good amount of Wiggenweld potions for good measure, and a first aid kit.

“Alright. Good to go,” you muttered to yourself, grabbing your broom and mounting on the seat. You gave the ground a good kick, soaring towards the sky as you headed off to one of your usual nightly adventures after so long with much excitement bubbling in your heart.

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The Sydney Morning Herald: Arctic Monkeys left planet rock a while back. Is The Car the U-turn fans wanted?

Written by Michael Dwyer, 13/10/2022

Alex Turner is looking shellshocked. The man widely hailed as one of rock’s greatest lyricists is nursing a green tea he hopes will nip his European jetlag in the bud and doing his best to answer the questions I’ve flown halfway around the world to ask him.

The Arctic Monkeys frontman says he was expecting the band’s latest album, The Car, would find them back on familiar ground following the polarising sixth album that unsettled some fans in 2018. But then he admits that they may not be “completely off the moon yet”.

Some time ago, he’d hinted that this forthcoming album would mark a popular return, of sorts, to the more sinewy live band stuff that made Arctic Monkeys Britain’s fastest-selling garage rock sensation 16 years ago.

But promises count for little when the muse drapes herself across the piano in a velveteen suit and yields a fabulous lead single called There’d Better Be A Mirrorball. If the sophisticated sci-fi of the Sheffield band’s last album, Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino, ruffled a few hoodies, The Car signals a continued, unrepentant evolution of sound and mood.

Turner agrees in his hesitant, oblique way. “I thought if I called it The Car it meant that I was back on Earth suddenly,” he half jokes. “But I’ve found it’s not that simple.”

Sitting in an otherwise empty bar at the east end of Hollywood Boulevard that’s been opened just for us, Arctic Monkeys’ singer, writer and conceptual architect looks earthbound enough in his bright blue jeans, neatly pressed khaki shirt and casually excellent coif.

He wears the job of explaining himself in the first round of another hundred interviews with a certain stoic deliberation. He’s clearly the kind of artist more comfortable expressing himself in the act of creation than in conversation, and I’m warned in advance he takes his time answering questions.

This is probably one reason we’re face-to-face here in LA rather than stumbling on the phone. Another is doubtless a strategy to regain some of the US/ international traction that slipped with that last mould-shattering album.

In truth, there’s little Turner can say that could match the wry, eloquent observations of his lyrics. “I had big ideas, the band were so excited, the kind you’d rather not share over the phone,” he sings on Big Ideas, an especially lush new track. “But now the orchestra’s got us all surrounded and I cannot for the life of me remember how they go.”

He smiles at that. “I like the idea that it knows it’s a record,” he says.

Born to a languages teacher and a swing band musician, Turner’s trademark poetic insight into his immediate surroundings was fully formed with the first Arctics album of 2006, Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not. But a first-class trans-Atlantic rock star upgrade later, the teenaged rough and tumble of Friday night in the clubs of northern England has naturally given way to more surreal subject matter, seemingly informed by the showbiz cocoon that this city is renowned for.

“I wouldn’t rule that out,” he says at last, more mystified than evasive. “I think it sometimes takes a degree of hindsight to assess how much or how little a place has influenced something you’ve done.”

He admits that there were certain moments on that last album, a loose concept outing set in an off-world luxury hotel, that “connected with this place”. The space-age lounge setting could be read as a bemused metaphor for life among the pampered rock star elite. “I just wanted to be one of The Strokes,” went the first line to the Hollywood cocktail bar opener, Star Treatment. “Now look at the mess you made me make.”

Prosaic album title aside, The Car is another clever metaphor, as the leader of Sheffield’s most celebrated gang of youths continues his escape into lavishly arranged and lyrically layered territory with ample reference to the resistance he’s encountered en route. It’s an album that knows how much its precursor polarised fans and critics miffed by the piano-led departure from the Arctics’ electric guitar roots.

“The setting” for any record, he says not unreasonably, “is the situation that I felt I knew the best. With [the first album], that is what felt comfortable at that time and then as time goes on that becomes perhaps less comfortable. You start to ask the question, well, should it be comfortable, even, now?

“I can’t completely concede that I’m still writing about my surroundings in that same way but … I can’t completely disagree either. But then, I don’t know if it always has to be totally honest, either. There’s times when I think it makes sense to reach into some unknown and see what you can get.

“That whole idea of how to write, and what am I going to write about, that question feels like it belongs very much to that time after that first record. I can vaguely remember wondering, how much more of this am I going to do? Not how much more of writing about the taxi rank, necessarily, but … I didn’t see this place where we are now, then.”

How could he have? In a few days, Arctic Monkeys will be the climactic act at LA’s three-day Primavera Sounds Festival, one of precious few rock acts in a global pop landscape completely transformed since young Alex Turner thought he wanted to be one of The Strokes. Today he’s thrilled when I mention that parts of The Car remind me of Nelson Riddle’s work for Frank Sinatra.

As one of the flagship acts (with Franz Ferdinand) on leading British indie label Domino, he clearly feels a responsibility, probably even a desire to maintain a certain status quo, if not commercial then surely in terms of the bond he shares with school buddies Matt Helders (drums), Jamie Cook (guitar) and slightly later recruit Nick O’Malley (bass).

But surely he must also feel a growing disconnect between the business he’s expected to do with his band of brothers at music festivals and the more elegant, perhaps ironic, and frankly more isolated music he’s making in the studio?

“I think that’s something I was more concerned with with the last record. I remember feeling like we’re gonna struggle to stick some of these things in the set. How’s this going to play out? But in the end, it sort of worked itself out. And that gives me the confidence now to think that we can do this... With the strings element of this record, I’m probably not going to go down that road in the show. But I don’t know even that. At some point, maybe.”

Sting says — Turner laughs, guessing where this is going — that grown men can’t be in rock bands. Life inevitably draws gangs of boys apart as they discover who they are and what they want to do. In the bigger picture, it’s tempting to see the mutation of Arctic Monkeys as a neat illustration of the end of the rock age: from old school garage band to bruised solo act (in all but name) in one epic, final lap. It’s hardly fair to ask the shell-shocked protagonist to comment on that theory…

But “the way it comes together now is different,” he concedes after careful consideration. He alludes to the work he’s released in various solo and collaborative settings – as Last Shadow Puppets with Miles Kane and as solo acoustic soundtrack composer and other creative guises. They’ve slowly steered him away from the group rehearsal room process in favour of multi-track demos created solo, then presented to the lads.

So to quote his lyrics back to him, is the band really always so excited about his Big Ideas? He laughs again. “To be honest, I mean… I can’t say no, can I?”

Nothing about any of this at any point in the last 20 years has given me a reason to believe that you can go backwards.

The Primavera festival crowd is at peak sunburn when Arctic Monkeys take the headlining Sunday night stage a few days later. If I’m not mistaken, it’s a snazzy swing tune by the Stan Kenton Orchestra that heralds their arrival: nothing to frighten the kids, but not something likely to crop up on their Strokes Radio playlists either.

What follows is a cracker Arctic Monkeys festival set, mostly drawn from AM, their platinum-selling American breakthrough of 2013, an album still in the Top 10 vinyl records chart in Australia. There’s also a smattering of hits from the rest of the albums and just one for now from The Car, the ironically apt I Ain’t Quite Where I Think I Am.

“We’ll have more by the time we play in Australia,” Turner promises.

Sure enough, within a couple of weeks, three or four songs from The Car will have earned their place in the band’s setlist, even if the holy grail for any established rock sensation remains elusive: a brand new song with the clout to close the show.

“I’ll be totally honest,” Turner says. “There certainly was the thought at the end of the tour in 2019 about … ‘Let’s do some songs that we can close the show with’. That was in my head, where I thought I wanted to go, but then I sort of came to realise that it’s not there any more.

“In that moment, at the end of the tour, it seemed like it’d be easier to get back there for some reason. I don’t know why I was so naive, because nothing about any of this at any point in the last 20 years has given me a reason to believe that you can go backwards.”

What he says next might be a veiled clue about what lies ahead for him in relation to the band he might, according to the Sting maxim, outgrow and retire any moment now. Maybe this latest, unapologetic leap forward comes with an implicit invitation for his fans and his brand to simply take it or leave it. Or like his lyrics, it might just be him thinking aloud, leaving us to join the dots.

“What I do think,” he says, “is in essence, something about that initial idea of this kind of show-closer thing does feel like it has stuck around in the creation of this record. It’s just like an inverted version of what that meant in my mind in 2019.

“I’m not saying that any of these songs are necessarily going to close a show and be like that moment in the gig, but I do think there’s something … if I squint, there’s something about that feeling that does exist.”

It makes me think of Perfect Sense, the gorgeous, elegiac closing song on the new record. “Sometimes I wrap my head around it all and it makes perfect sense,” Turner sings. “Keep reminding me that it ain’t a race when my invincible streak turns onto the final straight. If that’s what it takes to say goodnight then that’s what it takes.”

I mean, if you could find yourself an audience that would allow you to finish with that song, that’s kind of unbeatable, I suggest. He considers that idea for a while, as if for the first time. “Right, right,” he says at last.

[showfallmediacameracrew]

u cant just say "not the fastest a cast member has been removed" and not elaborate, some of us are new to watching showfall shows and don't know all the lore :(

Maybe catch up then. My job is to record the shows, not tell you about them, otherwise that's just losing viewers.

Though I suppose, I could just say this. We had a show cancelled after half an episode, because The Main Character cast member was deeply unlikable and boring.

Whoever casted him horrifically miscalculated, I have no idea how he got past the process the Tall Fast Child failed. Maybe that process wasn't implemented at the time he was employed here, it isn't my place to guess or wonder though.

I have no idea where The Taken even found him to begin with, probably during one of his fun little escape routines, but we are nothing if not good at improvising.

[currantlee]

Two Sides of the Same Coin

(Ao3)

Sora and Kairi’s relationship is partially defined by their vast differences, but that doesn’t mean they can’t make it work.

~ 3.2k Words. Rated T (Teens and Older). Written for SoKai Week 2022 (Day 4). Vampire AU. Beta-read by Gee from the SoKai Destined Oath Discord server and FanficWriter827. Special thanks to my friend Vee

Author's Note: As some of you may or may not know - I am a sucker for Vampire AUs. So it's probably natural that I've wanted to write one for one of my favorite shippings for a long time. I made an attempt at it about two years back, but it didn't quite work out back then. I'm happy to say it did this time around, also thanks to the support from all those amazing people I had to make this as good as possible.

I am so excited to finally share this with all of you, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it :)

Out of the three of them, Sora had always been the fastest. Sure, Riku would beat him in friendly races frequently back when they were younger, but even he would often admit that it was only because he was a year older. As for Kairi, while she could beat them at any endurance run with ease, she could never quite keep up with their speed.

Things had changed since then though. Nowadays, he couldn’t really run from her anymore. 

She could easily catch up with him if she were simply chasing and trying to catch him. However, Kairi wasn’t as much chasing him as she was hunting him. Part of that was playing with him, surprising him, and she seemed to have a thing for giving him a bit of a scare. Sora didn’t know what exactly was going on in her head whenever she was like this, but he knew that even if he played all kinds of tricks, he couldn’t escape her forever. That wasn’t unsettling to him though. In fact he liked to play along when it came to her hunting game. It was more fun than just getting this over with in a cold, calculated manner.

Sora closed the living room door behind him, trying to be as quiet as possible. He was pretty sure Kairi was still upstairs, but he could be very wrong about that. She was pretty good at this little game of theirs.

The rules were as simple as a game of hide-and-seek. Kairi would count to thirteen slowly and loudly, giving him some time to hide around the house. Once she was done, the hunt was on, and pretty much anything was allowed as long as it didn’t involve causing damage. For him, the goal was always to not get caught for as long as possible, while her goal was to catch him as fast as possible. After a few times, they had even started taking note of the time of each session, establishing a record that Sora would feel compelled to best each time.

Tonight, he had managed to stay uncaught for pretty long. Maybe even long enough to finally set a new record.

“Going somewhere?”

He turned around quickly.

Kairi was dangling from the ceiling upside-down, and grinning. Sora noticed that her fangs were already starting to show, which meant that the transition to her vampire form was almost complete. She would need blood again very soon, but then again, that was what they were here for.

Then he remembered the new record he wanted to set. Maybe he could still add a few more seconds… Sora stumbled backward and reached for the doorknob.

But Kairi was faster.

Before he knew it, she had let herself fall onto the ground with an inhuman grace that Sora could only admire, caught him by his wrist, yanked him away from the door, and pinned him against the wall with no way to escape her.

“Heh.” She pulled her gummiphone out of her pocket and stopped the time, seemingly content with herself. “Looks like I won this round.”

The screen showed 07:13.

“Damnit!”, Sora groaned. “I was so close to setting a new record!”

“Aw, don’t be sad, darling,” Kairi giggled. “You can try again next time!”

“Yeah, yeah…” He’d been trying for the past five months or so now. At this point he was starting to think he’d never beat his personal best.

Kairi leaned closer, and Sora found himself captivated by her amber eyes. No matter whether she was in her human form or in her vampire form, or somewhere in between, her eyes always fascinated him. They seemed so deep no matter what color they had, almost like an ocean he could sink into, and they never lost their welcoming warmth, even when she was hunting him.

“I know what will make you feel better,” she said. “Would you care for a dance?”

She wasn’t wrong about that – Sora loved to dance. However… “Didn’t you want to suck my blood?”

“Oh, I can wait a bit longer,” she grinned, showing off her fangs. “Besides – you know how much I love playing with my food.”

It still took Sora a moment to realize that she meant him. He’d argue that his blood was more comparable to a medication for her, seeing as she didn’t need it for survival but rather to regain and maintain her human form. Then again… She probably did view him as prey when she was in her vampire form, seeing as she loved to hunt him.

Despite that, Sora knew she would never do anything without his consent, or go too far. Besides, he didn’t like to compare her state to a chronic illness, even though that would probably not be too far from what it actually was.

“Except if my food wouldn’t like to dance with me?”

“Oh, I’d love to dance with you,” Sora said. “I just thought… Nevermind.”

The vampire form warped Kairi’s personality to some degree, but he had to keep in mind that she did not become a completely different person. She was aware of what she was doing and how far she could take things. She didn’t need someone to take care of her, she needed someone by her side to support her. Sora tried to be that person for her as best as he could, but it wasn’t always easy.

Kairi gently took his hands, and Sora shuddered a bit. It still surprised him how cold her touch could be, even through the gloves she was wearing .

She pulled him away from the wall, placed one of his hands on her shoulder, and laced the other one together with her own. Her free hand wandered to his hip, and then she started to lead them through a dance, set to silent, imaginary music only she could hear. Sora kind of wished she would at least hum it for him. Kairi’s movements were quick and unpredictable, so much so that he almost had trouble keeping up with them. He wondered if she was just making it up or if she had a specific song in mind.

“What music are you imagining?”

“Hmm, guess.”

Alright. Another game. “Give me a hint?”

“It isn’t something classic,” she told him. “Also, it’s probably not something you’d think about. Now make your guess, darling!”

That was still a pretty wide selection to choose from. However, he had another hint. The way she was leading him was rather playful, with some pretty jarring movements that he somehow still managed to follow. Regardless, there were so many things she could be imagining, so he decided to just take a guess. “Is it Spooks of Halloween Town ?”

“Good guess, but no,” Kairi said. “I’ll give you two more tries.”

“Then maybe Don’t Think Twice ?”

“Nope.”

She quickly moved her hand onto his back, and bent him over backwards. “Well, you know what they say – the best things come in three,” she grinned. “Time for your last guess!”

Knowing her, specifically the vampire-her, there was one thing that he could imagine pretty well. “Are you even imagining any music at all?”

“You got me!”, she giggled and before Sora knew it, he found himself flying, only to land in her arms in a bridal style a second later. Her superhuman strength would never cease to impress him.

Kairi carried him over to the couch and laid him down on it. She made sure to put one of the pillows

Sora swallowed. It was far from the first time she fed from him, but he was still a bit nervous. Not so much because of the blood drinking; both of them were used to that at this point. No, he wanted to try something they had never done before tonight, and he wasn’t sure if that wouldn’t be taking it too far.

“So,” Kairi said as she straddled him and pulled her gloves off, revealing her significantly sharpened fingernails, “where may I scratch you?” She always asked that first.

Sora took a deep breath. Usually, he told her to just take his wrist or his arm, but today… “Would you be okay with feeding on my neck?”

He had already asked her about this a few days prior, but she hadn’t been able to give him a definite answer back then. He wanted to make sure that she was comfortable with the idea now.

“Hmmm.”

He could feel one of her claws briefly brushing against his neck, but not hard enough to draw any blood.

“Are you sure?”, she finally asked.

Sora nodded. “I mean, only if you feel comfortable doing it, but…” He sighed. “Honestly, I’d just like to hold you while you… Well, feed.”

“Do we have to?”, she asked. “I don’t want to bite you.”

If she bit him, then he would be turned into a vampire as well. Both of them were well aware of that fact, but Sora was willing to take the risk for her.

“Kairi, we absolutely don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Sora clarified. “I just wanted to offer it. I trust you.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you,” she cooed. “But I wouldn’t trust myself too much.”

So she clearly wasn’t comfortable with it. “That’s alright, Kairi,” Sora said. “You can just use my arm as usual…”

“But then you won’t be able to hold me.”

Sora shrugged. “I’ll get plenty of other opportunities to hold you.”

“Maybe,” Kairi said, sounding like she was up to something. “But I think you deserve a little treat too, don’t you, Sora?”

He felt his cheeks heating up. She made it sound like she was talking about something else entirely, and even though Sora wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea, he wasn’t sure if this was the best time for it. Something told him that she knew exactly what kind of effect her words had on him, and was probably enjoying seeing him so flustered by them.

“Kairi, you don’t have to feed on my neck if you don’t want to,” he repeated. “Really, I’m good…”

“Oh, I’m not talking about your neck, darling. I’m talking about a compromise,” she purred. “Say, would you be opposed to me feeding from your chest?”

“Uh, uhm…” Now Sora’s entire face felt hot, and he could only imagine just how red his face must be.

Kairi giggled. “You’re very cute when you’re flustered,” she remarked. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to take your shirt off. I was thinking just about… There.”

She brushed an area right below his collarbone that was partially covered by the fabric of his sleeveless shirt, clearly careful to not cut his skin. “Would that be alright with you?”

“I, uh…” Sora closed his eyes. “I mean, we can try…”

“We don’t have to, if you don’t feel comfortable with it.”

“No, no, that’s not…” Sora sighed. Gawsh, why did he have to be so damn flustered… “It’s just that it’s… Uh…”

Admittedly, it sounded pretty nice, and like something he wanted. Up until now, the feeding had always been a very rational, almost clinical process, save for their games of hide-and-seek beforehand. But their relationship wasn’t just a means to an end, and Sora wanted this part of it to feel more personal. He just hadn’t expected that Kairi would take it to this level of intimacy so quickly. Then again, they had already engaged in far more explicit intimate acts in their relationship, so maybe it wasn’t that surprising, especially considering how her vampire form seemed to bring out her confidence. And it wasn’t like Sora was entirely against the idea either.

“You know what? Let’s try it.” He sat up and slipped one of his arms out of the shirt to give her easier access.

“Are you sure? We really don’t have to if it makes you un-…”

He interrupted her with a quick kiss before lying down again. “Go for it.” If he really became uncomfortable with it, they could always stop. But he wouldn’t know for sure until they tried.

“Okay.” Kairi leaned down, and started to lick the skin right below his collarbone. She always did this before cutting through his skin with her claws, since vampire spit caused temporary numbness and therefore reduced pain, among other things.

Sora noticed that she was taking more time than usual when she suddenly pulled away. “You’re a bit tense,” she noted. “Do you want me to stop?”

He shook his head. “No, it’s fine.” It was definitely unusual, but not uncomfortable. “Keep going.”

“Alright,” Kairi said, placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder. “But if you want me to stop you tell me, okay?”

“Don’t worry, Kai. I will.”

Sora barely felt her claws cutting through his skin. If anything, it felt like earlier when her claws brushed his neck. He knew the wound was there, but if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have thought so.

Kairi bent down again and Sora let out a sigh. He wrapped his arms around her, and tried to relax, allowing his mind to wander a bit. This would take a while.

It was almost strange to think about how Kairi hadn’t always been a vampire at this point, even though he had known her longer as a human. Maybe the fact that she had been a vampire for as long as they had been together played a role in this.

In the beginning, shortly after Kairi had been turned, Sora had been devastated, thinking that whatever was between them would likely never work out. Vampires were immortal after all, and therefore, she would stay young forever while he would slowly waste away with age over the years. It just didn’t seem like a good foundation for a relationship, much less a romantic one, and Kairi refused to turn him into a vampire and condemn him to the suffering that was being undead.

The only thing that could temporarily erase almost all the effects of vampirism – safe for the garlic allergy – was human blood.

They had learned this a few horrible days after Kairi had been turned by Xehanort in the Keyblade War. It had given them both hope. Sora finally didn’t have to see her suffer on the prospect of an eternal life (or undeath?) anymore, and Kairi had been determined to live a mostly normal life from that point on. She had started living off of blood bags, and to Sora’s surprise, she had eventually also started to embrace her vampire form, learning about her new nature and hanging out with others like her.

Only a few months after the Keyblade War they had finally started dating, and Sora never regretted this decision.

The first time she fed on him instead of one of her blood bags had been out of convenience. They had been running out of blood bags on a mission together, and while Kairi’s vampire form was definitely useful, it had its weaknesses – particularly getting burned by sunlight. Aside from that, while Kairi had come to accept and even embrace her vampire form, she still preferred her human one, mostly because it meant that she could age alongside her friends and wouldn’t outlive them by several decades. So in a moment of desperation, Sora had offered his blood for her to have.

It had been messy. She had been feeding from his wrist, and during the first time he had actually been standing, which had been a terrible idea. Despite the fact that she hadn’t taken too much, he had almost collapsed afterwards.

Over time they had gotten better at it, and eventually it had become a part of their relationship, even when they technically didn’t need to. She still used blood bags sometimes, but feeding directly from him came with the advantage that she needed blood less often to maintain her human form.

Sora didn’t mind occasionally giving some of his blood to her. In fact, he thought it only tied them closer together.

In the present, he smiled and began to caress her back, while also placing his other hand in her hair. Kairi responded to his gesture by placing one of her hands on his cheek, careful to not hurt him with her slowly retracting claws.

Sora had to admit that her idea to feed on his chest wasn’t bad. In fact, he was starting to like it. Holding her made it feel less like something they had to do due to Kairi’s condition, and more like something they chose to do as a couple. The entire atmosphere was more relaxed than usual in general. He sighed and leaned into her touch slightly. Maybe they should make this the norm. He made a mental note to himself to discuss this with her later.

Kairi pulled away from him. Before he could ask whether she was already done, she placed her hand on his chest, right above his heart. “Heal.”

The warmth of a simple cure-spell enveloped him, but just as quickly as it came, it faded again. Sora realized only now how heavy and cold he felt, like he always did after having blood taken from him . If he wasn’t lying on the couch, he probably would have collapsed at this point.

Kairi laid down on him, and he sighed. She was always so wonderfully warm in her human form, especially right after consuming blood, and Sora loved cuddling with her after feeding.

“How are you feeling?”, Kairi asked, the worry that she had taken too much from him carrying over to the undertone of her voice.

Sora lifted his head, and gently planted a kiss on her head. “I’m alright,” he said. “Just a little dizzy.” As usual. Feeding was exhausting.

Kairi lifted her head to look him into the eyes, and he could finally see her human face again. The color had returned to her skin, the darkened veins had vanished, her ears were round again, and her eyes had returned to their deep, beautiful indigo color. In a way, it was impressive how a little blood could change her appearance and her entire biology.

“You know you can always ask me to feed from a blood bag instead.”

“I know,” Sora said. He placed a hand on her cheek. “But if this is what it takes so we can grow old together, then I’m happy to contribute a part too.”

Kairi smiled. No matter how often she did that, he would never get over how beautiful her smile was. 

“I’m going to get you something to drink,” she announced, and gently kissed his forehead. “Any preferences?”

“Do we have soda?”

“Lots of it, just for you, sweetheart.”

“Can you get me one, please?”

“No.” She stuck out her tongue at him. “Just kidding, of course I can.”

She pushed herself up from the couch, took a blanket that laid readily on the armrest, and covered him with it. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Sora laughed. It was moments like these that showed him that despite the fact that her vampire form slightly altered her personality, he couldn’t separate the human Kairi and the vampire Kairi from each other after all. At the end of the day, they were really just two sides of the same coin, and he loved both of them.

[asgardwinter]

So I have a weird little ask for your road trip 🚙 so feel free to ignore if you don’t want to answer

Match the character with the trope (& if you’re feeling it, maybe a little blurb to go along with)

Loki, Bucky, Kate & Darcy with fake dating, enemies to lovers, one bed & soulmates

i loved this ask!! it took me some time but was so fun to answer!

my choices are: soulmates for Loki, enemies to lovers for Bucky, fake dating for Kate and one bed for Darcy

these are the blurbs — i started with "oh, i'll only write a paragraph" and ended with "I NEED TO STOP IT'S GETTING TOO LONG!" — i wrote the fastest in my whole life, so even if it was fun i hope it's also good :)

Loki’s timer was a mystery. That thing on his wrist that was supposed to tell him the moment he’d meet the person he was supposed to spend eternity with counted such a long time he gave up on having expectations about it.

Even being sort of immortal he was sure he’d die before finding his soulmate, so he made peace with the fact. Or pretended to make it covering up the number, tricking himself.

As he walked down an almost deserted street in Midgard he stopped at the odd looking book shop, the one that looked so much like a small garden that could compete even with the ones they had in Asgard. For the first time something called him to look closer at it, to enter the store and admire the weird but calming place with his eyes.

“Welcome!” A voice greeted him as soon as the bell rang announcing his presence.

Loki nodded towards you and went to look at the shelves, entertaining himself with the titles as you sat there near the cashier. Seeing his quiet figure you decided to be friendly and suggest some of your favourite titles and he had no idea why he took them so seriously.

“I’ll take this one.” He placed your favourite book on the counter, the one you most talked about during the short spring of time he was there.

“Well, happy reading!” You wished as he left the store.

In some days, when he got curious enough about why he was so drawn to that place, Loki would learn that the moment the timer reached zero was the moment you welcomed him to your safe place.

a/n: a blurb with completely developed enemies to lovers is hard, so it’s not fully developed :) tw: cursing, shooting

It always started with a hate you had no idea where it came from. The ironic comments that were only meant to tease, to test if you were able to ignore it. The not so healthy banter between the both of you and the way you couldn’t get paired up for any mission.

That was just the beginning.

The huge problems were the group missions, when you couldn’t escape the other’s presence no matter how much the team struggled to put you on different ends of a HYDRA base it never worked enough to prevent a fight.

“Barnes, you look like a fucking target walking around that way.” You warned him, aiming for the enemy agents.

“It’s Sargent Barnes to you.” He took down three more agents in record timing. “It doesn’t matter if I look like a target if there’s no one to shoot me.”

You rolled your eyes, continuing to do your job. That was when his enhanced audition caught something you could never notice coming from the door that faced your back. One of the agents you got rid of on the way was limping in your direction with a gun aimed at your head.

Barnes was faster than anyone could be as he turned and shot him down, surprising you from the change of direction on his aim — you could swear he’d shoot your leg for a second just as he threatened to do the other day.

Back in the jet you had no reaction and couldn’t look at his face. He saved your life.

“I think you owe me a ‘thank you’ or ‘you’re my hero’.” Barnes said with that smug smile of his, but he couldn’t hold the surprise of his face when you answered him.

“Thank you, Sargent.”

tw: mention of drinks

It was frequent and probably one of the reasons your one small crush on Kate got bigger and out of hand. She asked you to go to one of her mother’s parties with her first, to pretend she had someone — and who better than her best friend? Then two months later you asked for her to go to one of your family gatherings, just to get your aunt out of your hair.

Things went on and it really became tradition, your families and some friends could swear you were together since none had any luck on the relationship field and you were always together. You wish that was true

When you needed someone as a date to your cousin’s wedding Kate agreed even before you ended the question. Just one more party for you to enjoy free drinks and food and talk about how Lucky was eating too much pizza. And sometimes even give a show slow dancing in a more hidden corner of the dance floor.

It was different that time.

You had no idea if it was the look on her eyes, or the way her hand was laced on your waist a little more tighter than usual. But when you leaned in to kiss her she kissed you back and as you smiled all giggly and happy she mirrored the expression.

“You wanted to tell me something with this kiss, right?” Kate only wanted to be sure and as you nodded she knew it was time to celebrate. “I knew it!”

You kissed her again.

“I was trying to say that I love you, Katie.”

The expensive hotel room was something you both wouldn’t have the money to afford in normal circumstances. It had big windows, the prettiest view and the softest bed you ever laid on. The problem was that.

You and Darcy planned that trip, granted your room, just to get there and face one — big — double bed.

“Just like we’re in the most cliché fanfic ever.” It was the first thing that came out of Darcy’s mouth when she realised the mistake. You agreed.

But there were signs that you were living in a trope you read thousands of times.

The first signal was that one wouldn’t let the other sleep on the floor under any circumstances.

“We could alternate days, we’re staying here for a whole week.” You suggested one time but both of you bursted out laughing in two seconds. There was no way you wouldn’t sleep every single night on the fluffy bed.

The second signal was that the bed was big, but you always ended up tangled together. One day it was your head on the crook of her neck, the second one Darcy was cuddling you, and the list was filled with these little moments.

“You know, it’s the warmth of human skin.” You gave the excuse and she agreed. But how it could be if you were surrounded with the warmest blankets?

The third sign was when you were already expecting her to go to sleep with you, like you just needed it. Like you were a couple. Darcy acted just the same. Both of you could keep denying it until the end of the trip, but it wouldn’t take long until one of you snapped.

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🚙 join us on the road trip!

[arospecsyourblockdudes]

Scenes from the end of the world

Pearl hurries to catch up with Impulse after everyone leaves to get their spacesuits on.

“Hey. Timmy’s safe. I put him in a safe bunker.” She says, smiling when he does. “I figured, hey, I built a bunker for all my animals, I should put Timmy in.”

Impulse sighs with relief and grins. “Thanks, a lot. I’m glad he’ll be safe.”

Pearl nods and gives him a thumbs up before running off to her own base, hopping to dodge the floating pieces of earth. Poor guy looked so upset about it, she didn’t think it mattered much but hey. If it matters to him.

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Grian stands at the mouth of his alleyway, just….looking.

He’s happy, even though he knows it’ll all get wrecked soon enough. He finished something. He made something that felt alive and real. That’s nice.

“Well, we’ve done it.” He says to himself and the alley, hands on his hips and smiling. “It’s perfect.”

Maybe not really perfect. The bank never got an inside and, well, less said about the back the better. But it’s real and it’s perfect enough and it’s going to be destroyed soon.

Maybe he is a bit upset about that actually. Now he thinks about it.

Not the time. He takes a second to wipe his eyes and to admire his work once more before rushing off to bug Scar about their rocket plan again.

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Keralis paces back and forth on his helipad. Back and forth and back and forth and so on and so forth.

XB was meant to be here. If he was going with the space station plan and wasn’t going with the bunker plan. Should Keralis go to the bunker? A glance above at the sky told him probably not. Might take too long.

Should he call XB? Just to be sure. He’s halfway to doing it before deciding against. No, stupid idea, XB would call if there was any emergency.

Deep breath in and out. He’s fine. They are all fine.

Everything is fine.

Keralis is lying a bit but if it helps him calm down, it’s fine.

Another glance at the sky tells him he needs to be out. He needed to be out yesterday. Well, XB is on his own in that bunker of his.

Keralis resolves to call once he’s on the station.

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“Can you believe it, Lulu? World record in horse-coursing.” Bdubs grins and pats Lulu on the nose.

You gotta look on the bright side. If everyone is leaving, he gets all their lovely builds and lovely diamonds. If no one uses the horse course, you get the world record all the time.

Being a downer gets you nowhere. Just makes you sad. Bdubs does not want to spend the last day until the moon smashes full speed into their world being sad. No way.

As for plans to escape, he has none. He figures Tango might get something done with his astronaut plan or whatever. Or he might hijack someone else’s bunker if it comes to it. Whatever. Does nothing to spend the last pre-apocalypse days doomsday prepping and getting yourself paranoid.

Bdubs hops off Lulu and rummages through a chest for some apples to feed her. She’s the fastest recorded horse on the server, she deserves some treats.

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Cleo leaves the storage room, singing their silly song in her head. She takes a moment to assess.

She has wood, grass, food (even cat food for reasons she can’t explain now), seeds, string. Necessities. It doesn’t feel like enough. She thinks she needs more. Just to be safe. But she can’t tell what she needs.

Planning to move house away from the end times is a lot more stressful than she thought.

She sees their castle out of the corner of her eye and she nearly lets out a sob. The work and love she and Joe put into it….

No, she doesn’t let herself look. She can grieve it all when she’s away. She leaves to shove some more things in her boxes.

[joestarwhore]

How do you think yandere Rohan would react to his Darling insulting him and/or his manga in a moment of anger. My mans has probably the biggest ego so he probably wouldn’t stand for that at all. You can also make it nsfw if you want 😳

A/N: i love this. i love your brain. this is EXQUISITE, it shall be done!!

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Yandere!Rohan x Willing!Fem!Reader - All for you.

Rohan’s hand had an iron grip on yours as he led you down the street you both lived on. There was nothing hiding his rage after Josuke just HAD to open his giant mouth.

“That stupid punk thinks he can just say or do whatever he wants huh?!” Rohan dragged you up the porch step & shoved you through the door way. Your breath hitched as your back met his hardwood floors, his tall lanky frame standing in front on his closed front door. His eyes absolutely brimming full of anger, and a deep desire. “Awful bold of him to just say how nice you look in front of every body. I bet he was thinking about your stupid cunt wasn’t he?!”

You groaned & stood up, gently popping your back as you did. You shot Rohan a glare as you got back to eye level. “Josuke literally just told me my shirt was nice Rohan, what’s your goddamn problem?”

“My problem? My fucking PROBLEM?!”

Rohan grabbed the vase that sat by the door and threw it outside, not wasting time to watch it break and shatter. His eyes were on you.

“You’re my fucking problem!! Every time we go out you dress like a fucking slut & everyone sees that!!”

You roll your eyes and start walking up the stairs towards your shared bedroom. “Maybe if you didn’t work on your Manga so goddamn much I wouldn’t have to think of ways to get your fucking attention.”

That, in Rohan’s mind, was the last straw.

Rohan moved impossibly fast, only giving you a moments time to bolt your fastest upstairs.

You tore yourself up the stairs as fast as you could, swinging yourself around the top banister to the right down the hallway. Rohan’s angry footsteps quickly catching up to you, his breathing erratic and brimming with anger. Your chest was pounding in fear, why did you HAVE to bring up his manga?! You loved Rohan & you knew he loved you, but this was a whole new Rohan. This one had no remorse.

You took a left down the next hallway, & you knew you had to gain more room, but- “HEAVENS DOOR!”

“IRON MAIDEN!” you scream, the steampunk scythe wielder emerging behind you. You tried using the scythe to hook onto something to give you some leway, but Rohan did what he did best. Proved who you belonged to.

Heavens Door threw you into the wall, opening up your inner book for Rohan to edit all he wants. Rohan’s figure loomed over yours as he angrily scribbled in your book. “This’ll teach you to fuck with me you stupid whore. I fucking own you do you understand?”

You felt your head nod without you doing so, no matter how hard you resisted. Your heart was beating out of your chest, you wanted to scream at him and fight back, but your body simply wasn’t yours anymore. Rohan’s eyes bore into yours with a fury.

“First you dress like a whore & make Josuke ogle at whats mine, THEN you insult my work?!” Rohan ripped open your shirt, exposing your chest to the cold open air. “You forget who owns you. Who houses you. Who gives you a fucking LIFE. Well you won’t forget today.”

You wanted nothing more to scream as loud as you could, wanting to shout at Rohan that you didn’t want this, but your body simply wasn’t yours anymore. Rohan had ripped off your shirt, hiking your jeans down to your ankles as he palmed your area. Adrenaline shot through your lower half as Rohan attached his lips to your neck, sucking hard enough to ensure you had a nasty reminder in the morning.

There wasn’t an escape.

You lost.

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When you woke up, You were being held in Rohan’s arms, his fingers gently stroking your arms as he slept. The record player softly playing piano lullabies in the background added a calm vibe to your shared bedroom. You noticed you were in your satin pajamas & your body and hair were especially clean. You had no recollection of what happened last night, much less what happened after you both went to hang out with the boys- but there was a new set of scars ontop of your freshly cleaned body, in a very specific order.

If you didn’t know any better, you might’ve thought it said, “Property of Rohan Kishibe.”

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ok this might be my fav one i’ve written 👀 thank you for requesting!!! ♥️

[bitchiha]

The Hokages Office (Yamato x Reader)

A/N: this is dedicated to all my Yamato stans (esp uhhh-hatake and papashi) You’re both lovely and I think it’s about time i fed you, my fellow whores <3 I wrote it on and off for about like four days... and I think I did horny tree man some justice. Ending was a little rushed and it’s semi proofread :(

Warnings: this is like a fucking porno script okay bye like it’s all smut. Li te rally all of it. Like there’s maybe like 4 paragraphs that don’t include horniness so... yah. Public sex I guess?? Just look at the title.

Summary: Ever since Tenzou was assigned to team Kakashi, he has been dying to get you alone. However, it seems to be quite a difficult task when you’re always running away flusteredly, he is beginning to lose his patience.

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From the moment Tenzou was assigned to Team Kakashi, he could not stop thinking about you; Lady Hokages new assistant.

It was like your flustered face was burnt into the frontal cortex of his brain, numbing his self restraint with every shy smile you gave him. He could never manage to get you alone though, in fact all of your exchanges were just polite and short and in the presence of either Shizune or Tsunade. The hungry beast inside of him constantly lashed out for more. Lord help him, he needed more. But no matter how hard he tried, it seemed the universe refused to give him what he wanted and that beast was always left unsatisfied.

His patience was wearing incredibly thin. It’s been months since the two of you met and the amount of times he’s had to take care of himself because of you was borderline pathetic. He just couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way your skirt clung to your waist, or the way you’d look up at him through your long lashes with those adoring eyes...

His day at the office started with the usual boner. He had barely managed to last five minutes in the building before it happened.

The halls were completely empty, save for you rushing down the passageway — straight towards him. He stood there shocked, his feet felt like they were cement blocks holding him in place as he watched your preoccupied figure practically run straight for him at an alarming pace. There was a paper fisted tightly in your hand as you ran through the empty hall. It was probably some paper Tsunade had you go fetch, Shizune being to busy to do so herself. You didn’t seem to notice him in your state, you got so nervous over the littlest things. So much so that you were blinded by them and the inevitable fate was that you two were most definitely going to crash into eachother and all Yamato could do was wait with a twisted excitement.

You slammed into him with as loud thump. He could feel your breasts pushed right against his chest and your hair brush the bottom of his chin. A gasped slipped from your muffled lips, your face pressed to his chest. Once you realized you had knocked into another person, whose heart was beating 100 miles per hour, you peered up at them. When you recognized Yamatos face you managed to retract your body embarrassedly, but the damage was already done to Yamato’s now tightening pants. A look of surprise was set across his face as he processed the lingering feeling of your body against his, this had to be the most pathetic moment of his life and a record breaker for the worlds fastest boner.

But ss Yamato observer these past few months, your nerves bad blinded you and you didn’t seem to notice. “Y-Yamato! I’m so sorry!!” You said as you avoided eye contact, “I-I’m just.. I’m just a little behind with schedule and I can’t seem to find Shizune to give her this—“ you breathlessly babbled, he wasnt really focusing on any of the words you spoke though. The only thing he was thinking about was how he wanted to make you stutter out his name like that again, the sound was practically tattooing itself onto his brain.

As usual, before Yamato had the chance to respond, the two of you heard a sound from down the hall. He watched as your face perked up, like a puppy at the sound of a squeaky toy. You turned away from him, glad for an opportunity to escape, “That must be her!” And you were off again, shooting down the hall leaving Yamato to stare after your disappearing figure and to deal with an raging hard on..

And here he was now, about a half and hour later, alone in the Hokages office. The boner still prevelant, more than before as the thought of your body pressed against his was superglued to his brain. He was grateful that his pants were loose fitted and made it a little difficult to see, but he honestly didn’t put up much of an effort to hide it anymore. Lady Tsunade has already seen the imprint of his pants grow gradually bigger these past couple of months, there was no use in trying to hide it anymore. He debated if he should just go jack off in the bathroom, it wouldn’t matter if he was a little late, right? Afterall, Tsunade clearly didn’t care about her own tardiness.

The sound of someone’s footsteps approaching caused him to stop his internal debate. Instead, he listened carefully as he try to identify the owner of the sounds — was it Tsunade? No... They were too fragile to be Tsunades, she walked with much more authority.. Shizunes? Not likely. They were too light to be Shizunes, who’s steps were always frantically beating the ground as she chased the Hokage about. No.. These steps were definitely y/n’s and she seemed to be rushing straight for the office.

His heart rate sped up at the thought, straightening against the wall. Was it too good to be true? He silently prayed to see the shy girl appear as he watched the closed door intently. Desperately trying to manifest the sight. The footsteps got closer, and closer, and the door knob began to turn.

“—Lady Hokage!” You screeched breathlessly as you stumbled into the room, a huge stack of papers balanced in one hand as the other whipped the door open. Bingo.

He watched with surprised eyes as the poor assistant begin to nervously babble out an apology for her tardiness. It took a minute for you to collect yourself and realize there was no one to hear your apology. When you did, you let out a sigh of relief at the empty room, clearly failing to notice Yamato behind you. No wonder you were still an assistant in training.. your nerves were worse than Shizunes. He observed indulgently as muscles in your back untensed through your blouse and you sighed in relief, placing the stack of papers on the already cluttered desk. Your skirt rising up just the way he pictured when he thought about you in the late hours in the night, causing a scratching from the hungry beast inside the observing Shinobi.

You quickly thanked the empty room for the salvation of escaping Tsunades wrath, hanged wringing to together with relief. The little display caused Yamato to chuckle quietly, resulting in a startled yelp from the assistant. You stumbled backward, leaning your body against the desk, facing the Shinobi who had been behind you. He noticed how your legs trembled a little, like a baby deer and he couldn’t repress his excited smirk. This is just how he pictured this.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you, y/n.” He said with a sly smile as he straightened up and peeled his body off the wall.

“N-no thats okay!” You managed to yelp out, bowing respectfully to the ninja, your vision lowering with your movement, catching the tent in his pants. Your mouth fell open a little at the sight. You were bent in a bit of an awkward position, your legs were still shaking causing you to rely on your arms leaning on the desk for support. Nonetheless he appreciated the gesture and how you pretended not to see the obvious surprise in his pants as you straightened up again. You were always such a good girl, always so respectful, but he didnt fail to notice your lingering eyes.

Yamato chuckled again at your wandering gaze fueling this dream in his hesd. Yeah, he’s struck gold, that’s for sure. The sight of you all flustered like this, all because of him, it caused another stirring in his pants and a boost to his confidence.

“Do you you know what you do to me, y/n?” He asked in a falsely nonchalant tone. His body carrying him towards the desk, not before making sure to lock the office door.

“What do you mean, Y-Yamato?” You nervously sputtered out, dodging his question as he came closer, like a lion approaching it’s prey. He couldn’t waste anymore time. This whole thing was a sign. It was a damn sign from the universe. Having you here, in this room that he’s fantisized about taking you in so many times, it was a gift. Afterall his waiting, he was finally getting rewarded and had zero intention to take this opportunity for granted.

“Not gonna answer?” he finally reached you, body towering over yours, repeating those same words he thought about saying to you before. Both his arms coming down on the desk, caging your body between them as he whispered, “I guess I’m just going to have to show you then.”

He watched your parted mouth with vigour, waiting for a protest or a sign of objection, but nothing came. Instead he watched the slick of saliva coating your tongue as your open mouth stuttered, attempting to say something, but only mindless splutters coming out. It took everything in him to prevent himself from just devouring you right then and there.

You stared at him with a doe eyed look, his clouded eyes meeting yours to pool into your irises. His bold advances were new to you, you’d never had someone do this to you before. But you werent complaining, you’d always wanted this — wanted him.. but you could never tell him and to see him so eager and hungry for something — for you — had done a wonderful job on soaking your panties.

Your shaking legs were pushed apart by Yamato’s knee, taking the look in your eyes as a sign of permission. You felt your legs giving out as your arms struggled to hold you up. Luckily his hands snaked around your waist and hoisted you up onto the desk. He drank up this innocent little way that you acted and he wanted nothing more than to have your legs shaking under him for an entirely different reason.

You felt your ass pushing the stack of papers you placed down previously, making room for you on the cold wooden table. There was a sound of brief swooshes, papers slipping to the floor as your mouth fell open a little more.

Before you had the chance to manage some some sort of comment about the papers in your shaky little voice, he leaned his head closer to yours and you instantly making you stop your thoughts in their track. You felt his hot breath against your mouth. You tried to say something you really did, but the only thing that came out was a whimper. He chuckled again, his lips brushing against yours as he did so. You wanted this just as bad, didn’t you? Then he wouldn’t want to make his little angel wait. Without further notice, he pressed his lips to yours.

He was much better than you at the kissing part, probably because he dreamed about this on a daily. His tongue swiped over yours eagerly, the sensation made you moan giving him better access to your mouth. Sliding right in, his tongue swirled around yours almost immediately. You immediately gave him dominance, causing him to groan into your mouth with satisfaction. He savoured how you let him drink you in, his fingers roaming about your body as he did so. They started at your waist, one coming down to your thigh while the other moved up to your chest.

After he couldn’t continue without suffocating, he pulled away. A string of salvia connected your mouths together and he brought a hand to his lip to break its connection, watching it fall back against your chin. You were too lost in what had just happened to bother wiping it away, allowing Yamato to mentally take a picture of the sight. He pressed your ass towards the edge closer to him, allowing your core to collide with his bulge. You let out a gasp, hands gripping onto his shoulders for support.

“See what you do to me? Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? You wanna know what I do when I go home everyday after seeing you in these little skirts?” His eyes never leaving yours as he spoke, the look in his eyes was borderline animalistic. “I stroke my dick to the thought of fucking you on this desk.”

Your response was just a jerking of your hips towards his own, what he was implying was too much for you. It was an involuntary action, but you were glad your body had done something other than just stare at him. “I— Y-Yamato... I didn’t know that.”

He scoffed, but it was more of an “of course you wouldn’t know” kind of sound. His hands travelling up your blouse and beginning to undo the buttons one by one. “How could you know? I can never get the chance to tell you how I feel because someone’s always barging in. So let me show you then, let me show you exactly how you make me feel.”

As his actions process, your reaction a little delayed due to all the cloudiness in your head. Your mind was swimming in the heat of his words. Once you managed some coherent thoughts, your hand flew up to his, pausing his work on your shirt. “Wait! W-What if Lady Tsunade hears? What if she comes back? Yamato.. I.. we can’t..” despite your hand atop of his, he swatted it off and resumed unbuttoning your blouse with a snicker.

“Then I guess she can watch, you’ve tortured me for months y/n. There’s no way I’m stopping now. Not when I’ve finally got you to myself.” And the truth is that you didn’t want him to stop either. You’ve wanted him just as much as he was wanted you, your desperation allowing you to stop your worries and let Yamato continue.

He stopped with the buttons once they were about two thirds undone, open enough that he could get a perfect view of your chest. Shoving the blouse down your shoulders, he gave himself a more clear view of your bra and your collarbones. The bra was a simple lace white fabric and he could see your erect nipples peaking out, causing him to practically drool. They’re even prettier than he imagined. He shoved your bra straps downwards, pulling the fabric covering your flesh with it, giving him full access to your now unclothed breasts.

He immediately dipped his head down to kiss and lick the flesh, his brain recording all of your sounds of pleasure. Your arms tightened around the back of his neck, little panting moans escaping your lips at this new feeling. Then he began to suck at one of the buds, his tongue eagerly swirling around it, the gasp that left hear your mouth fueled his assault further. He could your noises becoming muffled, you had bitten your lip to stop yourself from being so loud. He pulled away with a pop to look up at you, “You’re so responsive. So loud for me. I bet you want this just as much as I do, huh?” He could practically feel the heat radiating of your face, you looked like you were going to burst. So much so that you only managed to squeak out a yes.

“Huh? I can’t hear you, y/n. You weren’t that quiet a second ago,” god he was enjoying this, “I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself then.” Those words puzzled you, unsure of what he meant for a moment — but as you felt his hands travel down to your skirt you knew exactly what he intended to do.

His hand bunched up the fabric of your skirt, holding it up to allow him to view of your white panties, matching your bra. He couldn’t help but groan at the sight. “Wow, sweetheart. Were you wearing these in hopes that I’d see them?” He crouched down infront of your legs, one hand still bunching the skirt up while the over came down to stroke your clothed core. “You’re a little angel.”

Shocks of pleasure shot through you as he continued to stroke your clothed pussy. Causing you to grip the edge of the desk. The sensation only became stronger as he pushed your panties aside, dipping a digit slowly into your already soaked core. Yamato let out a sound of approval at just how ready you were for him. “See? I knew you wanted this just as bad as me, y/n.”

You wanted to say something, talk to him the way he was talking to you, but you were such a flushing mess. Finally, after you adjusted a little to his fingers and the pace, you managed to say something through your panting moans. “Yamato please... I want to make you f-feel good too.”

Those words caused his pace to falter for a second, he looked up at you with a satisfied smile before his pace completely stopped. His fingers laying still agaisnt your plush walls while his thumb pressed against your throbbing clit. “You want me to feel good too? Oh what a good girl you are. But don’t worry, I’ll feel good soon too. I Just want to make sure you’re ready for me first.”

His eyes returned to your wet core, watching as his fingers pushed in and out of you. He didn’t know when he would get this opportunity again, so he needed to cherish all the future jack off material he could get. You squeaked when he entered his second finger into your core and he moaned lowly as he watched your pussy struggle to take two of his digits. “God you’re so tight, how’re you gonna take my cock?”

“I’ll take it! I promise I can handle it!” You managed to respond as your eyes squeezed shut. Being the shy girl you were you didn’t have much sexual experiences prior to this, but that didn’t mean you didnt have fantasies and right now Yamato was doing a good job at fulfilling them.

“Such a determined girl, so good for me.” He grinned at your responsiveness as his thumb circled your clit, eyes trained on your pussy. He felt you begin to clench around him and he looked up to watch your face build up with the anticipation of a little death.

“Not yet, sweetheart. You’re gonna cum on my cock like good girls do, okay?” You nodded furiously as you began to hold back your impending orgasm. Just when he knew it was too much and you were going to spill over the edge, he stopped, retracing his fingers completely and standing up.

You hated how empty you felt as they retracted, but you knew what was coming next was going to be even better. As Yamato began to fiddle with his pants you took the opportunity to press a kiss to his lips. The gesture was surprising knowing how shy you were, but the kiss was so soft and sweet he forgot about undoing his pants and let his hands roam your body. His hands came up to palm your breasts, causing you to gasp into the kiss. That innocent noise making him lose his restraint again, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He dragged it along your gums, your teeth and then swirled it around your own muscule, it seemed as though he was trying to memorize every ridge and crevice you had.

You pulled away to gasp for some air, and he took a moment to look at your dishevelled appearance. Blouse tugged down, hanging onto your shoulders as your breasts peaked out courtesy of him shoving the fabric down earlier. “I’m gonna fuck you know y/n. And I want to do it with you bent over this desk.” He stepped back, giving you enough space to comply with his wishes. You nodded obediently, eager to please him. Standing once again on your shaking bambi legs, you turned around.

Your wetness was practically slipping down your legs as Yamato hiked up your skirt and pulled your panties down. He bent down to lick a small dribble of your slick that had began to slide down your thigh, his sudden desire to taste you taking over him as he licked further up towards your heat, savouring every taste his buds could collect. Greedily he starting to lap at your soaking core, faster and faster his restraint failing him miserably as those heavenly sighs left your lips.

There was just so many things he wanted to do to you. He wanted to do every fuckable thing to your pretty body, but he simply didn’t have the time. Reluctantly pulling away his tongue — a whine escaping your lips as he did so — he stood back up again. “You’re making me get carried away here, y/n.” He scolded teasingly before straightening himself up and fussing with unzipping his pants.

You were practically shaking with excitement as you heart the sound of the zipper giving way and the gentle whisp as the fabric falling to his knees. Listening intently to the sound of his boxers slipping down his thighs next, you let out an excited noise feeling his cock slap against your ass.

“So excited aren’t you? So eager for my cock. Gosh, I bet your play with yourself at night to the thought of me having my way with you.” He slides in unexpectedly as he finishes his thought, causing your hands so slip against the table. You lose your balance, arms stretching against the desk, back arching allowing even more of his dick to sink deeper into your tight pussy.

“Gosh you fit just right.” He groaned, letting himself completely sink inside you, the sight of your new position made his mouth water. Your tits were pressed against the desk as you arms splayed you out infront of him. His cock twitched at the sight, he didn’t want to cum too fast, but this was just too much.

He began with slow eager strokes, absolutely drunk on the noises you were making and just how warm and welcoming your pussy was for him. You moaned loudly at the feeling of him stretching you out like this.

Suddenly, he became very curious about something. He picked up the speed of his thrusts, the angle of this position giving him wonderful access to your sweet spot and he made sure to hit it every stroke. “What do you use when you think about me?” You a manged so slide your head against the table to look at him, cheek burning as you did so. There was a little bit of saliva that was beginning to pool out of mouth and when Yamato saw your sinful face he only became more violent in his pace and that only made you make even more sinful faces.

“What do you fuck yourself with when you think about me?” He repeated again, adding a much more aggressive thrust to the end of his sentence, showing he wanted you to answer it. The thrust caused your tits to drag further on the desk making a squeaking sound, only to be retracted once again as Yamato dragged your ass back onto his cock.

How could he expect you to respond when he was practically making you see stars? “I..” you said some incoherent words and Yamato slowed his pace down just enough for you to get your head back on.

“Come on sweetheart, I need to hear you say it. Tell me, tell Yamato.” When you still couldn’t answer his pace practically stopped. He made the slowest thrusts possible, each one managing to hit that heavenly spot inside you.

It’s like he was making it difficult on purpose. “F-fingers! I use my fingers.” You managed to finally stutter out, tears sprinting against your eyes.

That answer must have satisfied him a little because his pace began to quicken somewhat. “And what do you think about when your fingers are fucking your cunt? What do you think of me doing to you?”

“This!” You didn’t even have to think about the answer. This was exactly what you would think of, what you would daydream of as he stood on the office reporting to lady Tsunade..

Now that answer was definitely the right one and before you knew it he was pushing into you again at a rapid pace. “Ngh, that’s right. I knew your mind was wandering everytime we‘re in the same room. Your much dirtier than you’ve lead on, such a naughty girl.”

You couldn’t respond, the only sounds you managed to make were moans of pleasure as you felt yourself clenching more and more around his cock. “Oh you’re gonna cum now aren’t you? All over my dick, just like in your dreams.” His words fueling your orgasm as he felt you spasm around, him cumming all over his dick. He watched as your cum seeped out a little between his thrusts. Studying your face he memor the way it was pressed into the desk, your mouth open and your tongue peeking out, a thin film of drool puddled around your quivering mouth as he continued to fuck you through your high.

After a few more thrusts Yamato knew he couldn’t hold back his orgasm anymore. Your numb brain could somewhat piece it together too as you felt his cock twitching inside you. You’d both thought about this moment many times before and the one thought that always set you over the edge the fastest was when he let himself spill inside you.

“Yamato,” you mumbled hazily as you seen his own contemplation through foggy eyes. His pace was getting sloppy. “Can you cum inside me, p-please?”

As soon as he processed what you asked him, he came right into your sore little cunt. It took a surprising amount of strength for the shinobi to keep standing upright and holding your hips to his own at the pure bliss of his high. Holy fuck, that was so much better than anything he’d imagined.

The two of you stayed silent for a few minutes, trying to collect yourselves. As he began to pull his dick out of you the mixture of both your orgasms dripped out from your legs. He turned you around so you were laying on your back as he gingerly cleaned you up, lacking the resources to clean you up properly he settled on the tissues on Tsunades desk. Then he moved to pick up the fallen papers, letting you lay on the desk like a little doll until you were finally back from your high.

You were so fucked out that he had to help pull your panties back up for you, as well as adjust your bra and rebutton your blouse after he finished with the stack of papers.

Had he been too rough? You seemed like you were enjoying it when he was ramming into you, maybe he let himself indulge a little too much...

Your sweet little voice broke him out of his thoughts, “Yamato, would you help me go home please?” He watched your trembling little legs as you tried to stand, he was glad his wish from earlier had come true; your legs were wobbling for a different reason now.

“Of course, y/n. You were such a good girl, you did so well.” He pressed a kiss to your lips before wrapping in arm around your waist and guiding you out of the room. “What’re you gonna tell Tsunade now that you’re leaving early?”

You smirked to yourself, Yamato not noticing as he unlocked the Hokages door with his free hand. “We won’t have to worry about that.” Unbeknownst to the man holding you, you had grown impatient with your lack of alone time with Yamato too.

So lady Tsunades absence and everyone else’s for that matter, well.. that wasn’t some gift from the universe, it was an elaborate plan you had made yourself. You’d kept them all busy so you could finally have some time with Yamato. Turns out you were so much naughtier than anyone at the office could have thought thought.

[iamtheblondestblonde]

Clear as Day

 Part One?

AN: Here’s some friends with benefits with Vince that I came up with in between cases at work. Vince if you’re reading this I’m so sorry please stop right here but also hmu I swear I just wanna be friends. I don’t know much about being a pediatric nurse (financial law anyone?) but I did volunteer at a hospital for a while so I hope it’s not super far off. I have plans and some stuff written for a part two that could be the same length so let me know you want one but it could be complete like this. (First person narrative but again no names or descriptions for the mc)

Warnings: language, definitely (also English isn’t my first language so perhaps some mistakes) and smut, also definitely (yes you read that right I did it again)

Word Count: 13.3k

I loved my job. I really did. I found it rewarding to be able to make tiny faces light up but I was currently on my second day of 12 hour back to back shifts, with yesterday closer to 14 hours, and I just really wanted to spend the entire day in bed.

It wasn’t even 7 a.m. yet and the streets of Toronto were already bustling, everybody preparing for a busy day. The sound of the ice cubes sloshing around in my coffee had become a staple background noise for the walk from the employee parking lot to the front entrance of the hospital, it soothed me.

As soon as I stepped into the building I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face, despite being sleep-deprived and basically needing a break already. There was a new drawing pinned to the wall by the nurses’ station and if the image of my smiling face wasn’t a dead giveaway already, it was hard to miss my name written on top of it in big bold letters.

It had started out as a joke really, a half-hearted complaint about me not getting as many drawings as others because most of my patients didn’t stay long in the ICU. From that moment on Lucas, my only long-term patient right now and all-time favorite teenager, had made sure that there was always a new one waiting for me every week. He was really good at drawing as well and I had an entire stack of amazing portraits, landscapes and lots of other random things at my apartment that I cherished dearly.

“He wanted to give it to you himself but then we had to give him something and he asked me to put it up so you’d see it as soon as you got in.” I turned around to see Mariah standing behind me, her face showing the same look of fondness as mine. Most of the nurses were pretty convinced that he had a crush on me and while I had to face lots of playful jabs because of that, she never gave me shit about it. She was probably about to head out and I knew that she only stayed behind to tell me this so I made sure to thank her.

“Is he up yet?”

“Surprisingly not, although he should be soon. He’s had a rough night and he stayed up way too long to draw but I doubt that anything could ruin this day for him, two dreams coming true and all.”

As soon as her words registered with me I mentally facepalmed, I’d completely forgotten that we’d get a visitor in a couple of hours. Because of Lucas’ surgery he hadn’t talked about hockey all that much lately, so I’d kind of forgotten that today he would get to meet one of his idols. I was about to respond something when I spotted Sydney waving me over.

Sydney was in charge of all of the pediatric nurses during the day shift, meaning that I had approximately three seconds to make my way over before she’d get impatient because she was always so busy. I waved goodbye to Mariah and speed walked over to Sydney, curious to see as to what she needed of me. She never beat around the bush, always coming straight to the core of things so I didn’t expect the conversation to last long and today was no different. She probably held the world record for fastest talker.

“So you know we’re getting a visitor today which means that I need someone to run a tight ship for me. You’re young and perky and I asked around and people love you. I know you helped with some of the Leafs the last time so you should already be familiar with the protocol. This is a big hospital and I want all of the kids on the list to get a chance to talk to Mr Dunn and that won’t happen if he gets lost so I want you to stay with him at all times, got it? I’ll get one of the on-calls to take over for you during everything.”

I couldn’t even get a word in before her pager went off and she jogged off after practically thrusting a file into my hands, unable to respond anything as she said something over her shoulder about this being a gift. I stared after her with my mouth hanging wide open, not really comprehending what had just gone down yet.

Being ‘young and perky’ had apparently just managed to get me demoted from a RN to a babysitter for yet another over-confident celebrity which didn’t really feel like a gift at all.

Lucas had told me all about how great this Vince apparently was but I had seen my fair share of famous people walking around these halls with camera teams following them, it was kind of a part of working with sick kids. There were exceptions of course, some of them were really nice but those were usually the ones that didn’t visit the kids for some good PR. While I was glad that it would make Lucas happy it didn’t really impress me anymore.

Besides I hadn’t really paid attention to hockey ever before, although it was hard to escape the hype right now with me being a St. Louis native. Some of my friends had sent me pictures of the parade from about a month ago but I hadn’t really paid much attention because I’d been slammed with work, not recognizing any of the players either way.

The file Sydney had given me consisted of a schedule for the day and a list of the kids that wanted to meet Vince, which was surprisingly long for this being a hospital in Toronto and him playing for the Blues. Even with my limited, read non-existent, hockey knowledge I was pretty sure that the team wasn’t liked very much in the league but I blamed it on them winning. Sydney was right, we would have to make good time to get through everybody.

I couldn’t exactly spend forever going through the file because I had mostly new admissions assigned to me and that meant lots of charting and running tests. I did spend my break reading through everything and trying to come up with a plan while shoveling food to my mouth at record speed however. Even if I wasn’t exactly thrilled with this assignment there was absolutely no way I wouldn’t be prepared. I would leave this hospital with the best possible impression of me, all things be damned.

It was kind of hard to focus on what was written in front of me though when I had three other nurses standing close by and ranting about how hot Vince apparently was. Lucas had shown me his hockey card a few times but I didn’t really know what he looked like because I was usually busy putting in a new IV line at the time, something he’d come to hate so talking about hockey was the perfect distraction. I was tempted to google him but before I got the chance my pager went off, signaling that the incoming convoy was about to arrive.

Unable to stop myself I checked my reflection quickly in one of the mirrors on my way out of the restroom. Call me vain but I didn’t want to end up in any pictures or videos looking like a total slob, even if it was just in the background. I’d taken the time to shower this morning but I definitely would’ve added more than the layer of concealer if I’d known about this earlier. At least I’d gotten my brows done and my lash extensions refilled a couple of days ago. Deciding that it was too late to do anything else about it I walked towards the front entrance with the file in my hands, making sure one last time that I knew where to take this Vince first.

It wasn’t hard to spot him in the group that arrived, the big shiny trophy he was lugging around kind of a dead giveaway.

He was good-looking, I had to give him that. Not in the rugged handsome way however, it was more of a defined features and beautiful way. The kind of look that got you dubbed as a pretty boy during high school, the polo shirt he was spotting only reinforcing that image.

I couldn’t really imagine him playing ice hockey. He was fit of course, but he wasn’t as big and bulky as I’d thought and if I had to guess I’d peg him as a baseball or lacrosse player, perhaps soccer even. If all hockey players looked like him however, I might have to catch a game or two after all.

I walked over with my big work smile plastered on my face, hand outstretched and he set the cup down to shake it as I introduced myself first. I caught him looking me up and down quickly but I wasn’t really one to talk because I’d done the same exact thing just seconds earlier.

“Hi I’m Vince, nice to meet you. Love the scrubs by the way”, he responded with a dazzling smile, gesturing at my outfit. Compliments weren’t a bad start, especially since I was wearing one of my favorites with an adorable blue and pink dinosaurs print.  

“Thanks, one of my friends paints them for me.” Not willing to dwell too long on awkward small talk I continued: “Do you want me to get like a wheelchair for the cup or are you gonna carry it the entire time?”

“I think I’d get a lot of shit for not carrying it so thanks but no thanks.”

I quickly introduced myself to the rest of the team before herding everyone towards the elevators because he had to be upstairs in a couple of minutes. The camera team was more intimidating than I’d thought and I tried my best to distract myself from it as I pointed out different things around the hospital, only hoping that I wasn’t rambling without making any sense.

I was pretty sure that Vince could tell that I was uncomfortable because he kept our conversation going the whole time, obviously trying to make me laugh. His own laugh was hard to ignore and by the time we walked into the room where a livestream would take place the smile on my face was real. At least he wasn’t just easy on the eyes but he seemed fairly entertaining so far as well.

I watched him do the stream with Owen, who I’d spent some time in post-op with after his surgery a couple of weeks ago, and then stood close by as he talked to the long line of patients and people who were able to come up here. Sometimes when he saw a special needs kid getting closer he’d turn to me to ask for advice and tips and even all that ruckus didn’t stop him from keeping up a normal conversation with me.

He’d pick up right where we left off whenever there was a small break in between people and I wasn’t only amazed at his multitasking, but also at how amazing he was with the kids. He made me show him how to hold a baby and I think I’ll never be able to forget the image of a cute little baby boy in the cup.

“I ate cereal out of there this morning”, he whispered conspiratorially to me after the mother was finally done thanking him and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Of course you did. I hope you put it in the sink afterwards at least.” He gave me a wounded look, as if me insinuating he was not a clean person was hurting his ego and I laughed even more. I couldn’t really tell if he was trying to flirt with me or if he was like this with everyone but the mixed signals he’d sent me all afternoon were starting to get confusing.

“You think so lowly of me, I thought you’d know better by now.” With anyone else the wink he sent me as he delivered his line would have probably been overkill but somehow it worked for him.

The fact was that I did know better by now, even if it had only been just under two hours. I probably hadn’t been this wrong about something since I absolutely botched a math test in tenth grade thinking I aced it and he had turned out to be nothing like I had imagined him to be. Perhaps the early morning sleep-deprived me lacked the sense of being able to assess character that I usually had.

When I told him that it was time to leave he looked at me with a puppy eyes, pleading with me to let him stay a little longer. Working in pediatrics I got this a lot but somehow it had a whole different effect on me coming from a 6 feet tall hockey player with lips that were practically made for pouting.

“But there’s still some people left that I haven’t gotten to.”

“There’s also some kids that couldn’t come up here because they are too sick waiting for you in the ICU and you won’t be able to see all of them in time if we don’t go over there now. There’s a tight schedule for a reason you know.”

“Fuck the schedule, I’ll just stay longer,” he said with a cheeky grin but not before covering the ears of the little girl in front of him with his hands so she wouldn’t hear him curse. At this point I felt like it was way too easy for him to make me laugh but at the same time I didn’t really want to do anything against it. These halls had seen worse things than people laughing after all.

“You fit right in with all of my patients, you know that? And don’t you have plans with the cup for this evening?”

I didn’t get an answer straight away because Vince took his time to talk to the last five families left in line before we made our way back to the elevators. I had kind of forgotten about the camera crew that was there to document it all until all of us were crammed back inside the tight space, my shoulder brushing against Vince’s arm so I wouldn’t bump into any of the expensive equipment.

“I promised to make an appearance at this club but they’ll wait for me. By the way, you should come as well.” At first I thought he was joking, surely he had to be as we’d only met, but his try at a winning smile told me he was anything but. Again, was this him flirting or was I losing my mind?

“Shooting your shot while you’re in my good graces because of the kids, I see. I’m gonna have to disappoint though, I’m stuck here till seven and then I have another 12 hour shift coming up tomorrow so I can have a four day weekend.” I had already kind of accepted that we would never see each other again, especially with me turning him down now, and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t a bit sad about it.

“That sounds brutal. I’m throwing another party at my condo on Saturday if you’re free then.”

“I’m actually driving up to a lake house with some friends for the weekend, sorry.” By now I really was interested because he seemed fun and I wanted that for my last few weeks up here but his timing was truly the worst.

“Wow, you’re really making me work for it,” he let out a teasing chuckle then, running his hand up and down his neck in a very distracting move as he contemplated his next words “I’m assuming you have a busy week next week as well so perhaps next Saturday?”

“Ummm.. I already agreed to meet some friends at a bar on that Saturday,” his face fell at that so I couldn’t help but add “but you’re welcome to meet us there if you want to see how the working class parties. Bring some of your friends as well if you want.”

The smile he gave me at that was equivalent to that of a five year old patient when they get told that they could have a slice of the chocolate cake and it made me glad that there was no one monitoring my heart rate at the moment.

-

The next day was just another regular day at work and while I had lots of fun yesterday, I was glad to be back in my comfort zone. Working days was anything but boring and I had been so busy that my watch told me I’d already reached my step goal for the day halfway through my shift.

I finally had some time to update the charts while sitting down at the nurses’ station, desperately hoping for some down time soon so I could perhaps even grab another cup of coffee to stop me from climbing into a free bed and taking a nap right there.

I’d seen many people pray in this building and not all of them got what they wished for but somehow today must have been my lucky day because just as I’d finished that thought someone cleared their throat in front of me. I was ready to answer some questions from worried parents but what I totally didn’t expect was Vince standing there with two coffee cups.

“I thought I’d drop this off as a thank you for babysitting me yesterday and I had a feeling that you’d need it”, he said before giving me one of his dazzling smiles. He looked good in a black t shirt and some jeans, his perfectly styled hair in contrast to the messy bun currently on top of my head. That is if the rat’s nest could even still be called a bun.

“Vince Dunn you just keep on surprising me”, I responded with a breathless laugh, not really knowing what else to say at the sweet gesture. What do you say to a good-looking hockey player that not only asks you to spend time with him three times but also takes the time out of his day for this?

Well, besides thanks, obviously.

Vince handed me one of the cups and I took a sip before looking up at him in surprise.

“How do you know the way I like my coffee?”

Instead of answering, he pointed at something behind me and I turned around to see the coffee order list I’d started a while ago in case someone decided to grab some for everyone, my name on top of the sheet.

“I noticed it yesterday in passing, I swear I’m not a stalker or anything.” He blushed at this and it was so cute and unlike his otherwise smooth self that I couldn’t just let him off the hook.

“You know, that’s exactly what a stalker would say”, I responded with a sly smile and while his face turned even more red he burst out laughing. By now we had the attention of every nurse close by and I was pretty sure that all of them were eavesdropping but who could blame them, I’d do the exact same thing. People here lived for the drama, kind of a given with how much time we spent in here because it didn’t really leave much space for a life outside of these halls. Especially if said drama involved a very hot hockey player.

“I’m changing the topic now before I embarrass myself in front of you even further just so you know. I did actually come here for one more thing,” he trailed off before bending down to pick up a bag that I hadn’t noticed before, too distracted by the guy in front of me. “I brought this for Lucas so he has something to show his friends once he gets back on the ice.” He pulled out a Blues’ jersey and turned it around so I could see that it was one of his, complete with a signature and a small message.

Lucas had been an avid hockey player himself up until his kidneys basically decided that they didn’t want to work anymore a while ago. Things had gotten so bad that he had to permanently stay in intensive care with us until after months of dragging people in here to get tested they finally found a donor in a family friend last week. At least his surgery had gone well and while I’d miss having him around, I was glad that he’d finally get discharged to recover at home later today.

I took another sip of the coffee before getting up and walking next to Vince to Lucas’ room. Lucas greeted me with a smile, which only grew after he saw who was following me into the room. Despite having struggled for so long he had always been in a good mood, even when he had to celebrate his fifteenth birthday in the hospital a few weeks ago.

“Look at you, it’s your last day in here and things just keep on getting better.” Vince and Lucas did the handshake they’d come up with yesterday, something that was absolutely necessary as a hockey player or so I’d been told.

Lucas had grown up in Chicago and he’d seen Vince play for the team there but had only really started paying attention after the apparently best fight ever Vince had gotten into at one of the games. Obviously not my words. The connection between the two of them had been instant and all the hockey talk had my head spinning more than during the first few weeks of nursing school so I made a quick exit, leaving them to it.

“I bet every nurse wishes they could trade spots with you right now, me included by the way”, Rachel, my partner in crime since day one of our college classes together, said as soon as I returned to my spot at the station.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about”, I responded, acting clueless. With a raised brow she reached for my coffee cup, spinning it around to reveal a small note written on the side of it that I hadn’t even noticed before.

“You sure about that? This fine specimen of a hockey player just gave you his number and you still act like there’s nothing going on? Besides, everyone saw you two getting all chummy yesterday.”

I snatched the cup out of her hands, quickly checking if the coast was clear before pulling out my phone to add his number to my contacts while keeping my head down so I wouldn’t have to look her in the eyes.

“Oh wipe that shit-eating grin off your face. All I get is annoying parents and you get hot dads and famous athletes hitting on you out left and right. Like leave some for the rest of us girl, it’s not fair.”

-

Even though I’d shot Vince a quick text so he could have my number as well, I never really expected anything more than his response that he’d saved it.

To say I was surprised when he texted me the following week was definitely an understatement. It wasn’t a booty call either, no, he’d texted me in the middle of the day asking if I was working days or nights this week.

Me: days as usual but I’m actually on-call today, got luckyy

Dunner: so you’re home right now?

Okay so perhaps this was a booty call after all. Not that I particularly minded.

While his first response had been pretty fast he took a little longer to answer after I told him that I was home indeed. Laying on the couch in an oversized shirt and yoga pants rewatching some Grey’s Anatomy on to be exactly. Almost the same as working. The rainy weather set the perfect mood for a lazy day in though so I hadn’t moved from my spot ever since returning from the gym this morning.

Dunner: this Chinese place near me has a special two for one offer today and I wanted to bring you some to work

I still wasn’t sure if this was him flirting but I’d also never had somebody I’d only met a week ago offer to bring me food to the hospital so he had to be, right? I sent a screenshot of the message to Rachel but I knew that I couldn’t count on her responding to it anytime soon, seeing as she was actually at work right now. I decided to be forward, telling him that I wouldn’t complain about some good food either way.

Inviting someone who was basically a stranger over to your apartment generally wasn’t exactly the best idea, but I counted on the impression I had of him so far and the reputation he surely had to uphold as a NHL player. Besides, we had lots of medical equipment scattered around the apartment so surely I’d find a syringe or something to defend myself if needed.

Dunner: I’ll be over in 30 so try not to get called in before then  

True to his word the bell didn’t ring much later. I’d debated making an effort and changing but I wasn’t about to wear jeans or a skirt to hang out so that didn’t leave many options. Brushing your hair wasn’t nothing either so that counted in my opinion.

Vince had gone through the same train of thought as well apparently because he looked super cozy in some sweatpants and a hoodie that had gotten slightly wet, presumably from his walk from his car to the building as our parking situation was really shitty. He stepped inside and reached up to run his hand through his damp hair before shaking his head, making little droplets of water fly in every direction.

“This is why they don’t allow dogs in here”, I laughed, gesturing to my shirt that now looked like an abstract splash painting.

“Let me make it up to you with some of the best food you’ve ever had because I brought lots” was his response as he lifted the bag of take out while slipping off his shoes by the door, hair now sticking in all directions.

“Alright Dunner, show me what you got”, I said with a wink over my shoulder as I made my way into the kitchen, continuing my bold streak from earlier. I had also learned by now that nicknames were even more important than handshakes as a hockey player. I was pretty sure I’d heard him mumble something along the line of ‘Gladly’ but I was already too far ahead of him to be absolutely certain.

“You’re watching Grey’s Anatomy? Isn’t it like crazy inaccurate?”, he asked with a look at the TV in the living room as I hadn’t bothered to pause the episode.

“Yeah of course it is but I still like it somehow. It’s like the hospital equivalent of bad trash TV shows so it’s kind of my guilty pleasure.”

“Okay give me a quick summary of what I need to know for this episode so we can watch it while we eat.”

I looked at him like he was crazy but he urged me on, looking up at me expectantly from where he’d sat down on the couch. Eventually I gave in, trying to keep explanations as short as possible but even then it took me quite a while to get through, yet Vince never once looked like he was bored. He didn’t lose his interest in it after that either, only looking away from the screen to decide what he was going to eat next, all of the choices delicious just like he promised.

Stuffed like a turkey on Thanksgiving the both of us stayed unmoved on the couch watching episode after episode. Somehow my legs had ended up on his lap and his hands were resting on my knees, drawing slow circles as we made eye contact from time to time. Every few minutes his hand would inch up a little and with him biting his lip as he did it there was no way I would stop him, any doubts about his intentions long gone by now. I couldn’t stop the smile spreading on my lips as his hand finally reached the top of my thigh, softly kneading the sensitive part on the inside. If I was into hand porn, I would have orgasmed already at the sight of his hands wrapped around my thigh.

“What are you grinning about?”, Vince asked with an easy smile himself, looking at me in a way that told me that Meredith had long lost his attention.

“Just waiting for you to finally make a move.”

“I was trying to be somewhat of a gentlemen but I really can’t help myself with you wearing those pants..”

“Well you seem to be awful at it so don’t be one then”, I teased back feeling confident yet again.

In a flash he had somehow - I’ll probably keep wondering about the details for the rest of my life - managed to lift me up enough to shift me so I was straddling his lap, now turned on by his manhandling and the way he was currently looking up at me. For a second both of us stared at each other, trying to figure out if this was really going to happen. Vince lifted his hand from my hip to my face, slowly pulling me down towards him.

Our lips didn’t even get the chance to connect before my phone started ringing.

I jumped up from his lap, immediately recognizing the ringtone I had set for all work calls and almost kneeing him in the crown jewels in the process. One look at my screen told me that it was an emergency which prompted me to run into my room cursing. I quickly pulled on the pair of scrubs I’d laid out in the morning, one hand still pulling the top down while the other was trying to attach my badge properly by the time I made it back into the living room. Vince hadn’t even moved from the couch yet, eyes wide and legs still comfortably spread apart, a sight that made me want to climb back on top of him but unfortunately I couldn’t do that.

“I’m so sorry but I gotta go, you don’t need to rush though. Feel free to keep on watching if you want but please don’t rob us and make sure the door is closed if you decide to leave after all, it locks automatically. The food was delicious thank you very much and bye!”

I barely heard him saying bye as well before I was already through the door, not really looking forward to spending the next few hours in the chaos that usually came with emergency calls. Especially after how much I’d enjoyed spending time with Vince and how much I wished that we would’ve just skipped all of the testing-the-waters stuff and would’ve just went at it like madmen.

-

The weekend couldn’t arrive fast enough and by the time it was Saturday I was ready to abandon all of my plans so I could sleep the rest of the day. I’d gotten in late last night after working overtime and I probably would have stayed in bed till noon if it wasn’t for Rachel and Mariah bursting into my room at nine in the morning. At least they didn’t wake me at the crack of dawn and the cake they were carrying to my bed looked pretty delicious as well.

“Look at you, another year older and yet still sexy as fuck”, Rachel exclaimed as she hopped onto the bed beside me after they’d finished their horrible rendition of Happy Birthday. Mariah settled on the other side of me and I guess my friends knew me well enough because we didn’t move from that position except to grab some more food and booze until it was time to get ready for tonight. Best roommates ever.

“You need to look extra hot tonight, I want Vince to lose his shit when he sees you.”

Ever since I’d sent the screenshot to Rachel and told her about the couch situation, she had been on my back about the thing. Something about me needing to bag rich hot athletes for her sake. I didn’t even argue with her anymore, only rolling my eyes in sync with Mariah whenever she brought it up.

To my surprise Vince hadn’t been deterred by my hasty exit a few days ago, something that had definitely surprised me. It wasn’t the first time that my job had cockblocked me and it definitely won’t be the last and I’d met more than my fair share of guys who were absolutely not into that at all. The fascination with nurses died really fast once people realized how much time we spent on the job.

Vince and I had texted constantly since he spent the day with me and he had somehow managed to make casual conversation with a flirty undertone the entire time. We’d already established that neither of us was looking for anything serious right now but I had decided that I would definitely not say no to some fun with him.

Some birthday sex would be great for starters. I let Rachel curl my hair while I focused on perfecting my make up because I wanted to look good tonight, not just for Vince but also because by next weekend I’d already be packed so this was really my last big hurrah before moving back home.

The thing about spending most of my days make up free in sports bras, comfortable panties and running shoes was that if I did bother to go out, I put in a lot of effort. I was determined to turn heads tonight so I pulled on a black lace bodysuit that practically presented my boobs on a silver tray, a pair of jeans that made my ass look spectacular and some black stilettos that I hoped wouldn’t kill my feet in a few hours. I had to go braless under the bodysuit, the mesh part on the back making that very obvious and I had a feeling that Vince wouldn’t exactly mind either.

“Girl I’d totally bang you because you look so hot but that outfit shows off everything that’s wrong with you”, Rachel said as we all examined ourselves one last time in front of the full-length mirror in my room and took pictures. I shot her a confused look.

“Wait what’s wrong with me?”

“Well for one your ass looks bangin and so do your boobs and I’m pretty sure that I could tell if you had a dick wearing that and people with dicks are my type soooo..”, she trailed off and both Mariah and I turned towards her with an incredulous look before bursting out laughing, all the day drinking taking its toll already. It wasn’t exactly new for Rachel to stop making any sense once she had some alcohol in her but it was still just as entertaining every single time.

“I can’t believe you’re complaining about her not having a dick right now”, Mariah sighed and I couldn’t stop giggling at my idiotic friends.

“I’m not complaining! I’m just saying that I need a dick to-“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. Just – just for once in your life be at least somewhat normal please”, Mariah interrupted her exasperated and the both of them continuing to bicker still had me laughing by the time we climbed into the back of our Uber.

We were the last to arrive of course, because Rachel had insisted on us being fashionably late so by the time we made it inside the bar I could already spot my friends sitting in the back. She had also insisted on me wearing a stupid Birthday Girl sash, reminding me how many free drinks it would get me, but I drew the line at the tiara she had pulled out of her purse as well. I was too old for the full 21st birthday look after all.

After I was hugged by everyone and had received all of the birthday wishes and presents I realized that Vince wasn’t among the group, which was weird because we’d been texting all day and he had asked to confirm the time and place again just this morning.

It was as if my thought made him appear because soon I felt two hands gently grab my waist while his cologne infiltrated my senses. He spun me around and the force of the move had me reach out to rest my hands on his shoulders so I wouldn’t fall over. I knew he had done that on purpose.

We were standing so close that we would have definitely gotten in trouble if this were a middle school dance and the way he looked down at me right now made me curse everything that came to my mind because I just wanted to drag him to the nearest bathroom so he could bend me over the counter but of course that wouldn’t be acceptable in front of all my friends.

“Why didn’t you tell me that today is your birthday? Now I’m going to have to make up for the fact that I didn’t get you a present.”

I had a feeling that I wouldn’t mind whatever this making up entailed, if the way he tightened his grip while looking at me as if he was thinking about bathroom counters as well was any indicator.

“Because you don’t just tell people that it’s your birthday, that’s weird.” He pulled me even tighter then, wrapping his arms around me and wishing me a happy birthday after giving me a kiss on the cheek that gave me goosebumps. Before he had the chance to pull away however, I leaned up on my tippy toes because even with heels he was still taller than me and whispered “I can’t wait for the making up for it part though” in his ear.

He groaned in response and he dropped his hands to give my hips a squeeze before reluctantly letting go of me. Only now did I spot the two guys behind him that were all watching us with amused expressions, which had to be the friends he said he’d bring. Introductions were quick and I didn’t even bother to introduce everyone to Vince and his gang because the group was so big that the three of them wouldn’t be able to remember many names either way.

We settled into one of the booths and Rachel practically pushed me into the seat next to Vince, not that I minded of course. Conversation flowed easily, as did the drinks, and soon I found myself climbing out of the booth because I had just about consumed my body weight in liquid and desperately needed to go to the bathroom for something that unfortunately wasn’t sex. Walking over I could feel a slight buzz already but not to the extent that would make me stumble in my heels, perfect for a night out.

By the time Mariah and I returned I could tell that another one of Rachel’s plans was in action because now there was one more person sitting at our table, meaning there wasn’t enough space left for both Mariah and I. I was about to move to sit with some other friends in the booth next to ours when Vince, who was conveniently seated at the edge of our booth, told me to sit on his lap and that was an offer I would never turn down.

He grabbed my hips to pull me closer and onto his lap as he said: “Don’t worry I won’t bite.”

I couldn’t resist messing with him though, so I purposefully shifted closer to his crotch and leaned towards him so only he could hear me as I whispered: “What if I want you to though?” I could tell he was trying to suppress a groan and he gripped me even tighter, pulling me back into him.

Poor Vince, his balls were going to be the same color as a Blues jersey soon enough.

Unfortunately I couldn’t elaborate to make the situation even worse for him because I was being pulled into the conversation at the table. I could feel him growing hard underneath my ass though and the fact that I was able to rile him up so easily really did wonders for my self-confidence..

After I could tell that he had calmed down again I decided to put him out of his misery. Well, kind of. Me leaning across one of the pool tables as I took my shot gave him a perfect view of my cleavage or of me bending over after all, depending on where he stood.

“Are you always this bad?”, I asked after he missed yet another shot.

“No, usually I’m average at least but I guess I’m a little bit distracted right now.” He didn’t even try to hide him staring at my boobs as I took my turn. We’d both long dropped any pretense about where this was headed. After I made my shot I walked around the table to get a better angle for the next one, accidentally brushing up against Vince who now had a perfect view of my ass.

“I hope you’re only average at pool and not at anything else”, I teased him with a look over my shoulder after watching the ball roll into the hole the way I’d planned before straightening up again.

“Let me take you home so my neighbors can confirm me being anything but average”, he responded, his voice deep as he moved next to me, one of his big hands resting on my lower back to play with the fabric there, the heat of his hands practically burning my skin as I looked up at him.

Our intense eye contact was interrupted by one of the waitresses who walked up to the pool table sheepishly with a drink on her tray.

“Hey, that guy over there sent you this and I’m supposed to tell you to come over to him so you don’t have to, uh, keep playing with a - um - loser. His words not mine, sorry.” She pointed to a guy a few tables over who was decently good looking but radiated Asshole Energy off of him, his incredibly rude move not really helping either. Even if it wasn’t for Vince standing next to me I wouldn’t have touched him with a ten foot pole.

Vince had tensed up at the words and I watched him ball his hands into his fists, every muscle in his body tightening with anger. I had no doubt that because of his hockey experience he could hold his own in a fight but it wasn’t something I needed tonight. I thanked the waitress before setting the drink down and making a show of turning towards Vince, one hand trailing up from his biceps to the back of his head so I could interrupt the stare off he was currently having with the other guy.

“Don’t worry, I’m flattered that I seem to be able to distract you so much. To be honest I can’t really concentrate either because now I really want you to make me scream so loud that your neighbors file noise complaints.” Vince choked slightly and then reached for the drink that was sitting next to me, taking three big gulps while looking at me, his eyes dark.

He then grabbed my hand and I didn’t miss the smug look he threw at the other guy over my shoulder before pulling me towards the backdoor of the bar, the pool game abandoned without a second thought. The air outside had cooled down a bit by now but I didn’t even get the chance to acknowledge that because Vince had me pushed against the wall in a second, one hand resting next to my head while the other reached up to cup my face, dropping his head for a kiss.

All this teasing had finally led to this.

It was rough and yet sensual at the same time, his lips demanding and it didn’t take long until his tongue licked along my bottom lip, asking for entrance. He then deepened the kiss even further and I reached up to bury my hands in his stupidly perfect and soft hair, eliciting a throaty groan. When he pushed one of his legs in between mine I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me in turn at the delicious friction, followed by yet another one as he dropped his head to suck along my neck. I could feel how hard he was and it turned me on beyond imagination.

The thought that I would probably let him fuck me in this alley right now brought me back down to earth because this was not how I envisioned my night going.

“Vince, hold up”, I murmured and as soon as my words registered with him he pulled away, both of us panting.

“What’s wrong?”

I laughed at his expression, he looked at me as if he was truly worried that he’d overstepped a boundary. As if I hadn’t thrown hints left and right for the last couple of days. His swollen lips made it hard to concentrate because I just wanted to sink my teeth into them until he groaned again the way he had only seconds ago and I silently cursed his stupid perfect lips. I wondered what damage they could do.

“Nothing’s wrong, nothing at all. I just wanted to say let’s go back inside for like another hour or so and then we can take off.” The smile that quickly spread on his face made it obvious that he was going to say something not-PG-13 before he opened his mouth again to ask:

“Do you think your friends would mind if I dragged you home right this second?”

I had to laugh at that but it quickly died in my throat as he moved his hands to my hips to pull me close again before crashing his lips back onto mine. The going back to the others part would apparently be slightly delayed but with the way his lips and body moved against mine right now I would probably agree to anything if it meant getting to stay right in this position a bit longer.

This time it was less rushed and frantic and instead he took his time to explore every inch of my mouth while his hands wandered my body. Mine were roaming as well, from the neck down his muscular shoulders around to the front before finally creeping up his back below his shirt. I enjoyed the way I could feel his muscles tense under my touch but eventually we had to pull away from each other. We’d spent way too much time out here as it is.

“Let’s go back inside, the faster we get back the sooner we can leave and besides they’re probably wondering what we’re doing out here so long.”

The smug looks we received once we made our way back to the tables after I fixed my hair and make up and Vince did whatever he had to do to conceal his massive hard on made it clear that everyone had a good idea of what had gone on outside though. I’m pretty sure Rachel would have high fived me if it weren’t for the people sitting between us.

I sat on Vince’s lap again and this time it was torture for the both of us to wait until it was finally an acceptable time to make a getaway. I let Rachel take all the presents for me and she made Vince give her his address and phone number before she let him pull me into the back of an Uber.

I was pressed against him for the entire ride, his hand resting way higher on my leg than technically publicly acceptable. With every turn or bump in the road he accidentally brushed my core and at more than one point I had to hide my face in his broad chest so the driver wouldn’t hear the soft moans that couldn’t be stopped. I could tell that he was trying his best not to get too handsy as not to cause a scene but once we were alone in the elevator of his building all bets were off.

He walked me back against the doors, pushing one of his legs in between my own again and kissed me with a force that made me glad that I had tons of metal behind me as leverage to push back. He only pulled away once the little ‘ding’ could be heard and even then he only held off until he had me inside his apartment, barely waiting a second before he shrugged off his jacket, quickly moving onto mine.

Somehow we managed to make it onto the couch without breaking apart our kiss and I barely had time to admire his floor to ceiling windows before he pulled me close until I was straddling his lap. His lips were working on my neck again and I reminded him to not leave any marks there because I had to work on Monday morning, which only prompted him to move down lower, sucking at the skin right above the lace of my bodysuit.

“No one will see those then”, he murmured against my breasts and I moaned as he reached up to palm them through the material. By the time he was done I had several purple marks littering my cleavage and I really needed to see more of him so I motioned for him to take his shirt off, watching in awe as he reached back to pull it over his head in the perfect way only guys managed to.

His body could only be described as a work of art and I could tell that he worked really hard for it as I traced the outline of his abs, muscles contracting and goosebumps rising at my touch. The city lights made for the perfect lighting and the way his skin glowed in their reflection belonged in a museum if ever captured.

Vince reached for the button of my jeans and looked at me as if to ask if I was okay with that. I nodded before standing up, trying to get out of my jeans and heels in a quick but still somewhat sexy motion but I probably succeeded only halfway. He didn’t seem deterred by my struggle at all, the hungry look in his eyes never once vanishing.

As soon as I stood upright again Vince reached up to trace the lace embellishments, slowly moving his hands down lower towards where I really wanted them. Considering the fact that the bodysuit had already been pretty revealing in itself there wasn’t really much ‘new’ skin to see so far but he still looked at me with an intensity that almost made me shiver.

He reached to pull me down on him again but instead I surprised him by sinking down to my knees in front of him, his breath audibly hitching in his throat. For a second he was silent but as soon as I poked my tongue out to trace the ‘V’ on his lower stomach he let out a low moan, throwing his head back.

“Impatient much?”, I teased him, pleasantly surprised at my ability to make him almost lose his shit without even really doing anything.

“You have no idea. I’ve thought about this for days”, he admitted and I only smiled in return, moving to pull his jeans down along with his boxers without revealing that I had done the same. He got up to step out of both while I was focused on watching his dick bounce with the movement, amazed at the size of it.

As soon as he made himself comfortable again I grabbed the base with one hand while resting the other one on his thigh as I moved to lick the drops of precum that adorned the tip. When my tongue made contact he moved one of his hands into my hair, holding it back so he could get a better view.

“Fuck, you look so good like this”, he cursed when I finally wrapped my lips around him, taking the head into my mouth while swirling my tongue around him and taking him a bit further. I removed my lips and I could tell he was about to protest but any words died in his mouth when I started sucking his balls, reaching up to pump his length that was already slick from my spit with my hand.

He seemed to find his voice again once I licked up the underside of his dick but it was only a string of curses that turned into moans when I took him into my mouth as far as I could, my nose touching his pelvic bone. I relaxed my throat and swallowed around him, my name falling from his lips again and again as I reached up to massage his balls at the same time. I looked up to see him watching me with his pupils blown, hair sticking in all directions from running his hands through it so many times and his mouth slightly open. His arms were spread out beside him on the back of the couch and I wanted to take a picture to commemorate the moment, wanting to remember this forever. He had definitely never looked better and no one could convince me otherwise.

The hand in my hair helped me set a rhythm as I bobbed my head while licking around him and Vince was a moaning and cursing mess above me. It didn’t take long before he quite literally pulled me off him, running his hand across his face and taking a few calming breaths.

“You’re incredible but I don’t want to cum yet”, he finally murmured when he helped me back up and I wasn’t sure if he was only complimenting my blowjob-skills or more but the way he was looking at me right now made any thought besides wanting him inside me disappear.

“Vince I need you”, I practically begged and he quickly nodded before standing up with me still in his lap, reaching out to grab the back of my thighs to prevent me from slipping down. He somehow managed to walk up the stairs with me still wrapped around him while I trailed kisses along his collar bones and it was probably the hottest non-sexual thing I’d ever experienced with a guy.

He turned on a soft light once inside his room and while I would have loved to have a look around I was pretty distracted by the way he literally threw me on the bed before crawling on top of me, my legs falling apart to make space for him as if it was the most natural thing on earth.

Vince kissed down my breasts before suddenly stopping somewhere above my belly button.

“Okay I have to admit I’m a bit lost here, as hot as you look in it how the fuck do I get this thing off?” I probably shouldn’t laugh in such a somewhat serious situation but his helpless expression did nothing to stop the giggles that escaped my mouth. He was smiling as well and I was glad that we could laugh about the slight hiccup without it turning awkward.

I quickly reached down to snap open the buttons before sitting up and pulling the piece of lace over my head, discarding it in some corner of his room now completely naked.

“Much better”, he murmured, one of his hands reaching out to grab a hold of my boobs while the other one wrapped around my back, lowering us back onto the mattress. Eventually he trailed his kisses over the part of my skin that was marked up by him until he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, his hand taking care of the other one.

Slowly but surely he kissed his way down my body, skipping over the part where I needed him most to suck along the inside of my thighs. The sensation rushed through me, my core already throbbing from days of built up expectations and I let out a whine. I was tempted to try and close my legs so I could at least get some kind of friction but his shoulders between them made that impossible.

“Patience baby, don’t you know that good things come to those who wait?”, he murmured and I shuddered at the feeling of his breath fanning across my heat. I didn’t even have the time to think about the fact that he had just called me baby or that I was actually a firm believer in good things happening to those who worked for them because he reached down to drag one of his fingers through my folds and all thoughts left my body.

“Shit, you’re so wet already”, he said softly but I was unable to give him any response besides a frantic nod and another desperate whine.

I’d fantasized about this for the last couple of days of course but nothing came close to the reality of one of his thick fingers dipping into my core. He teased my entrance for a bit, only pushing inside to his first knuckle but then I whined again and he pushed it in as far as he could. I was so lost in the feeling that I hadn’t even noticed him moving back up my body until he littered the valley between my breasts with heated kisses.

“So tight. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

As if the words he’d moaned into my ear weren’t already enough to make any coherent thoughts disappear, he added a second finger and I arched my back into him, the change of angle just right in a way that had me gripping the sheets so tightly that my knuckles turned white. He reached dropped down to tease my nipples, sucking and licking them expertly while his hand thrust up into me.

My moans were already filling the room but then he started circling my clit with his thumb and I knew that I wouldn’t last much longer, the anticipation and desperation definitely helping to speed things along. He looked up at me to watch my reactions and the sight of him with his mouth latched onto my breast was almost enough to send me over the edge by itself.

“I’m so close Vince, please don’t stop”, I begged and this seemed to spur him on further, his movements turning even more eager as he continued to place sloppy kisses along my skin. It was the combination of everything he was doing to me that finally brought me over the edge, the release so sweet after needing it for so long.

He made sure to extend my orgasm as long as possible, only pulling his hand away after I whimpered slightly, the stimulation a bit much now. His softly kissed his way back down and along my thighs now and I could tell that he wasn’t quite done with me yet.

“How’s the birthday girl feeling right now?”, he asked with a teasing smile and normally I probably would have smacked him for this but right now I would tolerate it because I was still in my blissful post-orgasmic state.

“Amazing so far, could do better though.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm, I’m pretty sure I was promised some making up for the lack of a present and I don’t think we’ve reached that point yet.”

“Well excuse me then while I go back to work.” And with that he flattened his tongue and boldly licked one long stripe across my slit.

He started out slowly and I was glad because I was still a bit sensitive from my last orgasm, lapping at my entrance and pushing his tongue inside of me, making me gasp. It didn’t take long however until he grabbed my hips to pull me closer and onto his mouth, pushing my legs up to expose me even further to him and ultimately giving him better access.

When he sucked my clit into his mouth I couldn’t help but arch my back off the mattress again, burying my hands in his hair as he reached up to hold me still. This guy’s lips weren’t just pretty, they were apparently amazingly talented as well.

He replaced his tongue with one of his thick fingers, slowly pushing in and soon his name fell off my lips in a religious chant as he added yet another one, curling them upwards for maximum pleasure. I could feel my high coming from a mile away and Vince apparently must have too by the way I was grinding myself against his face because he quite literally dove back in, determined to shatter my word.

And shatter my world he did.

I was pretty sure I would have floated away as I reached my high if it wasn’t for Vince’s hand across my stomach keeping me grounded. My legs were still shaking with the aftershocks of one of the arguably - no hands down - best orgasms I’d had while getting head in my life. By the time I was finally able to open my eyes again he was wiping his face before grinning down at me.

“You look so fucked out already and we haven’t even gotten to that part yet”, he teased and I let out a chuckle before pushing at his chest. Leave it to him to make fun of me after he was the one who put me in this situation. Not that I was complaining of course.

“Don’t worry, it’s a good look on you. One that I’d definitely like to see more often.” He leaned down to nip at my neck then, his cock prodding at my thigh.

“If you keep doing that you definitely will”, I responded with an airy laugh, still kind of breathless. All talk died down after that however when he captured my lips with his again as he crawled on top of me, settling between my legs. Kissing him was definitely addicting and the fact that I could taste myself while doing so only made it ten times more hot.

Vince rolled his hips against mine, groaning into my mouth when his cock dragged against my skin while I couldn’t stop the moan escaping my lips either. Breaking the kiss he pulled back in a way that had him in a push-up position above me, giving me a moment to enjoy the view. His hair was sticking in all kinds of directions, his pupils so blown that they almost seemed black instead of the usual beautiful green and his muscles were flexing from holding the position.

“Still want to keep going?”, he asked and in my daze it took me a second to realize that this was him asking for consent. I had no doubt that he wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want him to but this, him offering to stop when he had done so much for me already while not getting off yet in return, was sweet. Especially since I had made it more than obvious that stopping was definitely not on my mind.

I moved to flip us over then, straddling his thighs and wrapping my hand around his dick, pumping him a few times and in case that wasn’t confirmation enough for him I leaned down to whisper a “definitely” in his ear.

“Condoms?”

“Top drawer on your right.”

Only because we weren’t in the middle of his huge bed was I able to reach said drawer, grabbing one of the foil packets out of the box and ripping it open with my teeth before rolling it down on him. I scooted up enough to line his cock with my entrance and while I tried to watch Vince as I sunk down on him the way my eyes fluttered shut at the sensation was out of my control.

While there had definitely been enough foreplay to make the sliding in part easy it was still quite a stretch, one so amazing however that it had the both of us moaning at the same time.

“Shit you feel incredible”, he breathed and I nodded my head in agreement, too lost in the pleasure to form any coherent sentences. Rolling my hips against him created some amazing friction that had my head spinning as I clenched my muscles, eliciting throaty groans from him.

Vince reached for my hips, gripping them tightly as he helped guide me along, my clit catching on his pelvic bone with every backward movement. “You got one more in you babe?”, he asked and to my surprise I could tell that I did. The fact that I could already feel it bubbling inside of me spoke volumes of our chemistry in bed together. This was a friends with benefits arrangement I could definitely get behind.

He sat up then, changing the angle at which his cock dragged against my walls and also making it possible for him to take one of my nipples into his mouth, gently grazing his teeth against it while tightening his grip on my hip as he thrust up into me. At this point I was a moaning mess on top of him but I honestly didn’t care. I hadn’t had sex this good in a while and the way he looked up at me in awe made it impossible to feel anything but sexy.

I didn’t even need any extra help to reach my third orgasm of the night with his name falling off my lips, the feeling so strong that my mind was absolutely blank and I saw stars dancing across the back of my eyelids as I arched into him with my eyes shut. He made sure to let me ride it out, groaning as he felt my walls tighten around him but as soon as I slumped against him he turned us around so he was on top of me, never once pulling out.

The pace at which he was chasing his own high now was relentless and hard and I would have held on for dear life if he hadn’t raised my arms to keep them above my head. One of his hands easily encased both of my wrists while he used his other to keep at least some of his weight off of me. I knew that a fourth orgasm was off the table, I was way too exhausted for that by now but he still felt amazing inside of me. I wrapped my legs around him to allow him deeper, the smack of our skin and our moans so loud that I was glad that we didn’t have any nosy roommates right next door. Those noise complaints from the neighbors I’d mentioned earlier might still roll in though.

With this pace it didn’t take long for his thrusts to lose all rhythm and I could tell that he wouldn’t last much longer. I clenched around him to bring him even closer and he groaned into the crook of my neck where he had buried his face, my name and some colorful curses falling off his lips. He readjusted his position so he could lean up enough to look at me while still holding my wrists above my head and I watched him throw his head back in pleasure as he slammed deep inside of me one last time, face contorting in pleasure as he reached his high. I could feel him pulsing inside of me and a pleasant shudder ran through me, making me sigh at the feeling. Perhaps this was my body’s way of saying girl if I could have, I would have.

He let go of my wrists then and I wrapped my arms around him as he dropped down on top of me. We both caught our breath for a few seconds which honestly wasn’t easy with the extra weight on my chest but it was a nice feeling. He had to carefully pull out and roll off of me eventually, throwing the condom next to the bed to dispose of later. For now it was nice to lay beside each other, covered in a sheen of sweat and still panting.

After finally landing back on planet earth I looked to my right at the alarm clock waiting on the nightstand, only now realizing how late it had gotten. Vince lifted his head enough to check the time as well and let out a light groan at the sight.

“You can spend the night if you want but we should definitely shower before that. Even if it wasn’t your birthday – well technically it’s not anymore – I’m not some dick that would kick you out in the middle of the night.”

I was surprised at his offer, I’d been with guys who were those dicks but I was even more surprised when he told me to pick something to sleep in from his closet before pulling on a pair of boxers and getting up to grab waters for the both of us.

I decided to postpone this until after showering, quickly making my way to his ensuite to use the toilet. I saw enough UTIs at work, I didn’t need them following me home. I was trying to wipe my make up off as best as I could with a washcloth and the face wash from his counter when he returned to his bathroom, a new toothbrush triumphantly in his hand.

“Found this in my junk drawer in the kitchen but I’ll be honest, I have no idea how it got there. The wrapping is unopened tho”, he admitted sheepishly and I laughed.

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll take it.”

Our shower was quick, both of us too exhausted for any more funny business but if my gaze had dropped from time to time appreciatively no one would ever know. He had an amazing body and I would have to be a nun not to acknowledge that.

Especially while he was naked in the shower.

I definitely wasn’t a nun.

Looking for clothes to sleep in turned out to be more difficult than I’d originally thought because of his affinity to clothes that were at least one size too big. Most of them would reach my knees in a really unflattering way and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sleep while drowning in fabric. I tried on three, neatly putting them back afterwards and actually contemplating sleeping in only a pair of his boxers before finally finding one that didn’t make me look like a kid.

I could tell that it was an old shirt, perhaps from a previous team, worn down over time with a slightly faded print but it was comfortable and it smelled like him, even if I doubted that he had worn it anytime recently.

Vince was already tucked into bed by the time I stepped back into his bedroom, scrolling through his phone but putting it down on the nightstand once I got closer. I could see that he’d searched for a second charger so I could plug my phone in overnight as well and it was such a little gesture but yet it made me smile.

“I prefer to sleep on the right side, I hope you don’t mind”, he said as I climbed under the cover beside him. I shook my head no before responding:

“Nah, I actually like the left side better.”

“See, we’re meant to be fuck buddies.”

“I could already tell from the three orgasms but hey, if that’s what it takes for you to realize that.”

“You have a point there.”

Any other time and I certainly would’ve stayed up for a while longer so we could talk but right now I knew I wouldn’t last long. For a second I wasn’t sure how to do this, would it be weird to cuddle?

Vince made my decision easy however when he pulled me close until my back was flush against him, wrapping his arm around my waist. After our exhausting shenanigans earlier it took neither of us long to fall asleep.

The next morning I woke super early, my inner clock not allowing me to sleep past seven despite staying up late. I’d turned around in my sleep to lay on my stomach but Vince had somehow managed to keep his arm around me and get even closer.

I was slightly worried for my safety because of the fact that I had managed to sleep through a 200 pound guy basically laying on top of me but I’d slept like a baby. I could tell that Vince was still asleep by the even breaths that fanned across my neck but one part of him definitely wasn’t, poking my side. Bless the male population for their sleepy boners.

I was trying to let him sleep as long as I could, I really did, but with him so close to me and the images of last night combined with the very interesting dream I’d just woken up from burned into my memory I couldn’t help myself. I slowly turned in his arms so we were back to the position we’d fell asleep in, on our sides and pressed together spooning.

Even through my shirt I could feel his body radiating heat and if the night had been warmer it definitely would’ve been too much but right now I just wished for all barriers between our bodies to disappear.

My shifting had apparently woken Vince up successfully because he let out a throaty groan before, consciously or not, rocking against my ass and burying his face in my neck.

“Morning”, he said and I’m not gonna lie his husky morning voice did things to me that didn’t exactly help my situation.

“Morning, how’d you sleep?”, I asked, turning my head slightly so I wasn’t having this conversation with his incredibly comfortable pillow.

“Could’ve been longer but I don’t mind. Now that I’m up however..”, he trailed off, lightly biting my neck and moving his hand from my waist to grab my boob, rocking into me again, this time definitely on purpose.

This was definitely a friends with benefits situation I could get behind.

-

Somehow Vince managed to weasel his way into my life after that. He’d come over after I finished a shift at the hospital, spend the night and leave me incredibly satisfied the next morning when both of us went our separate ways again. Our time with each other was pretty short, only a week, but somehow I’d had more sex in that one week than in the last few months combined.

My last shift at the hospital on Saturday was, for a lack of better words, sad as fuck. So many people came up to me, telling me how much they would miss me and what a great addition I had been over the past year. When they brought a cake into the break room with a sweet message written on top of it I couldn’t help the tears that welled up. I could see Rachel subtly wipe at her eyes as well and I hugged her tightly.

“Remember our first day of classes? Oh how things have changed since then”, she muttered against me and I nodded. One thing that hadn’t changed however was our friendship. She was the reason I had come to Toronto, where she had grown up but it had been five years since I left my home to go to college and I knew that it was time to go back to my family and childhood friends.

“Don’t think you’ll be getting rid of me this soon, I’ll call you all the time and with there only being a one hour time difference between Toronto and St. Louis you have no excuse to avoid me.”

“As if I could ever avoid you, you little shit. But if your hometown insists on having you back I’ll allow it, I guess.” Her insulting me told me that she was okay again so I let go of her, the both of us still sniffling a bit as we each grabbed a piece of the cake.

When I finally made my ay back home that night Vince was already there. Mariah had probably let him in. There’s been some raised eyebrows at first but after seeing him here every day neither of my roommates was surprised when he knocked at our apartment door. Somehow he seemed to sense that I wasn’t in a talking mood right now, especially about having to say goodbye to the place that had been my home for the past year.

I was excited to see my family and friends in St. Louis again, don’t get me wrong, but goodbyes were never easy.

He greeted me with one of his comforting hugs that I’d already grown accustomed to before dropping his head to press a soft kiss on the top of my head before pulling me to the bathroom.

My shampoo and other toiletries were some of the last few things that hadn’t been stuffed in boxes and duffel bags yet and the sight made tears well up in my eyes.

“It’s okay, you know. I don’t like leaving here either”, he murmured in my ear as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, moving us so we both got hit by the stream of hot water. I wanted to forget everything but the feel of his naked body pressed against me but right now I knew I was too in my head to actually be able to enjoy it. Later maybe.

“But you get to come back every summer for a couple of months. I don’t know how long it’ll take until I can visit everyone again and even then it’ll probably only be for a few days.”

“That’s true. But your friends can also visit you. And in a few weeks I’ll be down as well and then you’ll be so annoyed by me constantly bugging you that you won’t be able to miss your friends here anymore.” My sniffle turned into a laugh at his words and I almost swallowed a big gulp of water in that moment, making both of us break into fits of laughter.

I was glad I’d have him with me again in a few weeks. Hopefully at least. We’d talked about our situation and I told Vince to hit me up again once he’d made it to St. Louis too in a few weeks and while he said he would, I knew that there was the possibility that he might not. I didn’t have the opportunity to dwell on the thought too long though because he’d managed to distract me yet again when he placed searing hot kisses along my shoulder.

If he hadn’t managed to get me out of my shell back in the hospital I never would’ve ended up with him in the shower right now. Or bent over the mattress a few minutes later.

Vince Dunn, the arrogant professional athlete, had turned out to be nothing like I’d expected and I had never been more happy to be wrong.

[drrealityslenderverse]

Tragedy Repeats

Sequel to the A03 requested one-shot: Coping

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Around a month had passed by since he’d seen Alex kill his friends. In fact, that time had seemed to rush by and while he was getting better his nightmares hadn’t let go of their vice-like grip. Jay’s therapy sessions were definitely helping though. If it wasn’t for them he probably would’ve continued in a downward spiral.

But now… Oh, now he had a goal. He’d been visiting Ethan on the occasion, the two slowly getting to know each other. The first few times he was embarrassed to admit he’d ended up sobbing over the overwhelming feelings of guilt and grief. Thankfully, the guy was very supportive—unlike one of his other ‘friends’ who’d simply told him to stop and get over it. As of late however, they’d been discussing actually finding Alex and figuring out what was going on.

“Still think he’s not telling me something.” Jay tossed his bag on the desk chair before letting himself fall back onto his bed. “Why would he care if I ever saw someone wearing a suit?”

He didn’t get what all the questions were about. The man wasn’t paranoid, unlike himself, but some of the things were oddly specific. Jay stared at his ceiling, pondering what any of it had to do with Alex or what happened. They were going to meet again tonight and he already planned to confront him about it… but he couldn’t help speculating what the answer might be. A stalker perhaps? Or maybe Ethan was just worried for his mental health, assuming he’d been put on medication and worried they were having bad side effects? But what did any of that have to do with Alex’s sudden behavioral changes?

“Guy in a suit… Huh…” Hadn’t Alex mentioned that some tall man wearing a black suit had kept getting into frame at one point or another? Jay had never put much thought into those complaints. Why would he? Sure it was weird someone would be in the forest dressed like that but it wasn’t impossible. “I just want to know why… Why would he… kill everyone… If he was being stalked, he could’ve told someone—the police.”

He blinked and rolled onto his stomach. Maybe his stalker got to him? Threatened Alex unless he did that? “The whole thing is weird. The others just vanished. Alex couldn’t do that without leaving a trail…”

But surely there was a logical explanation. Jay checked the time, letting out a sigh as he saw he still had hours. Ruefully, he glanced at his backpack. He supposed he could try working on that paper he was supposed to be doing for class…

Warm sunset light peaked through the small gaps in his blinds. Finally, it was time to go meet up with Ethan. The guy had mentioned a place called Rosswood, which he was familiar with due to some of the filming being done in that area. He’d never gone there himself though. Jay grabbed his keys before freezing in his tracks.

“What was that?”

He held his breath. There, a door closing! A shiver ran down his back as a familiar feeling of terror began to constrict his body like rope. This was too similar to the time at the party. His breath halted in his throat as his heart skipped a beat. There were footsteps slowly approaching his bedroom. Jay shook like he’d turned into jello, his eyes darting around for places to hide. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. They were going to find Alex, not be found by him!

Jay felt cold despite the jacket he was wearing and the beams of sunlight at his back. The chill worsened as Alex stepped into the doorway, blocking the fastest escape route. The silence between them felt loud with tension—and the blood rushing through his ears. He was very certain his heart was trying to go for a world record of some sort.

“Alex…” The name breezed out as he finally managed to start breathing again.

The man didn’t speak. He just clenched his jaw and lunged. Jay shouted and scrambled to the side, gagging as an arm wrapped around his throat and jerked him back against Alex’s chest in a tight hold. He pried at the arm, trying to twist free as the arm constricted his airways further.

The room blurred and dimmed. Jay’s arms fell limp and his muscles slackened. He was barely able to catch himself as Alex shoved him away. A bout of coughing erupted from him as he was able to breathe again.

“This isn’t personal.” His friend spoke finally as he stood over him.

A ragged inhale and his fit died off enough for him to get a word out. “Don’t…”

The glint of metal in the dying sunlight caught his attention as Alex pulled out the gun. Jay expected to hear the shot go off at any minute—for his world to go dark as his life was abruptly ended.

Instead there was the sound of a notification going off. Alex paused, picking up Jay’s phone before frowning and muttering under his breath. “Should’ve known he was involved too.”

Jay could guess who it was and nausea hit him as he watched Alex send a quick response to the message. “What… What are you doing?”

“Tying up loose ends.”

He was surprised at the response, even if it was unhelpful. He didn’t focus on that for long though, as the guilt settled in. Ethan was going to die because he’d tried to help. Jay shifted cautiously, wanting space between him and Alex.

“Why?”

“I have to.” Alex adjusted his grip on the gun, impatient to get this over with. “Before this spreads.”

“What spreads?” He feared asking too many questions when Alex was in this state.

All too quickly there was a knock at the door. Alex pointed the gun at Jay’s face, glaring down at him. “Tell him to come in.”

“N-no…” A yelp escaped him as Alex knelt down, shoving the gun between his eyes. Jay shook as he silently pleaded with his friend to stop.

“It’s open!” Alex yelled out for him.

The front door opened and closed, footsteps wandering for a moment as Ethan got his bearings. “Alex? Was that you?”

“Ethan ru—Mmph!” Jay pushed against Alex as the man covered his mouth.

“Jay?”

Footsteps ran into the room and Alex’s weight was tossed off him, the gun clattering to the floor. Jay watched the two fight. Ethan was fit and athletically built but he obviously wasn’t the violent type, as Alex was already gaining the upper hand. A sharp blow to his temple sent him crumpling back against the doorframe. Jay was frozen. It was going to happen again. A friend shot right in front of him. In his own home no less!

Alex ignored him for the moment, deciding he wasn’t a threat as he picked up his gun. Ethan was already getting back to his feet but Jay knew he couldn’t win, not now, not when Alex was armed. His legs felt numb as he watched as the gun was raised.

“I can’t… I can’t deal with this again…”

“C’mon, can’t we talk this out? Is this because I said I was better at film than you—it was a joke dude.” Ethan eyed Alex warily despite trying to insert some humor into the situation. He never would’ve completely believed Alex had gone crazy… until now. “I can help—”

“Shut up!” The snapped response was laced with venom.

Jay used the wall to help himself up, his legs still wobbly as his mind struggled to contain the terror and flashbacks. He panted, bile rising in his throat as the finger on the trigger squeezed. “Not again.”

He rammed into Alex, the gunshot ringing in his ears. His thoughts were whirling, unable to process the moment between barely standing to him watching Alex tumble into the dresser. It wasn’t going to keep him down long. Jay kicked the fallen gun away and ran for the door, tugging Ethan with him.

His pace slowed when he felt the resistance. Glancing back, he finally saw the obvious growing stain blooming through the man’s white v-neck. Ethan was alive, for now, but Jay knew he might not be for long. The man gritted his teeth and kicked Alex back before managing to find his feet. His weight pressed heavier on Jay as they retreated for the car, his breath wheezing with each exhale.

“Stay with me.” Jay pleaded. He couldn’t watch someone else die, not someone who was practically his last connection to his other friends.

The car seemed so far away but somehow they made it. Jay would’ve stared at the fancy, obviously expensive, sports car had they not been running for their lives—he’d known Ethan’s family was wealthy but he’d never actually noticed, as the guy didn’t tend to flaunt it around when they talked. Well, at least the guy could probably afford to get the bloodstains out…if he lived through this.

“Here.” Ethan shifted and gave him the keys before half falling into the passenger seat; he looked much too pale already.

A shout from inside his apartment was all the encouragement it took for Jay to get in the car and drive. He’d never be able to come back to this area again.

[kdramachitchat]

The Devil Judge - The Finale

A dystopian law drama w/a good concept that ended up underwhelming due to terrible writing. The star studded cast made up that fault with the likes of Ji Sung and Park Jinyoung.

Min and Jung has a previous conversation about the live show court trial. They team up so that they could stop this madness with the Supreme Court and with the SRF Foundation. Jung request that Min should keep an eye on someone and that someone is Ga-On. He requested Ga-On during their early meetings to be the Judas for Yo-Han. Min hated Yo-Han for ruining the country so he wanted to attack him by revealing his family affairs. He wants to drag Yo-Han down. He affirmed it when he was at the hospital and Jung visited. But Min didnt know how crazy Jung was and killed Soohyun. He said that Soohyun is like a daughter to him. Min said didnt he want to stop Yohan at all cost, that includes Soohyun too. Jung said that there's no going back now and they're close to ending the chaos, and questions if he wants to be remembered.

Min needed to become a monster to stop Yohan. Gaon then calls him a dirty hypocript and Min calls the security. Gaon is in pain that he just let Soohyun die just like that. Gaon was taken away by the security. Gaon tells Jinjoo that the foundation has set this all up and she wants to help.

The SRF team congratulates Jung for having Min to their side and Heo is in silence waiting for her instructions. He's literally her dog. They then talk about Yohan's mental mind now that he's in prison, he's out of his game. If he disappears quietly, they assume that everyone would be happy. Jung thinks otherwise, if he continues to say things she threatens him to step down. The SRF team continues to praise Jung. Jung discussses with her righthand woman on how Heo changed his personality completely and finds it fishy. She probably underestimated him and there's something else. She then request to check the status of the moving of the residence to the Dream Village.

Chief Ward meets Yohan to have discussiona t the office. Yohan disrespects the Chief  but the Chief warns him that this is not a live court show and that he's in prison.

Lawyer Ko talks to Gaon and how much of an idiot he is. He doesnt know if he can continue to trust Gaon with what he's done. Gaon is asking for help. Gaon wants to go expose the Dream Village and plans to go alone. Lawyer Ko warns him that there's tone of security but he can go to the Medical Center, but no way he can exit out. Gaon says just let him in. Also warns him that the media is on their eggshells and it's not anymore a free media. Gaon though has come up for something and request to get him 1 thing.

Gaon explains to Elijah in a letter that she didnt do anything wrong and promises that Yohan will return and that it wouldnt take long. He tells her to eat well to not get sick so that Yohan wouldnt worry. She then cries and eats her food to recover.

At the prison, Yohan and Juk breaks out a fight at the courtyard.

Gaon then enters through the Dream village by using the food truck inside a box. He then observes the restricted area and records using a small video device. He sees alot of people lying down sick surrounded by nurses and guards. He goes through the wards and surprisingly sees Ms. Han, the woman who sided with Yohan during the live courtshow. All of a sudden the President arrives at the facility. Theyre testing a new vaccine and the number of people that survived is 182. President requests about the behind payments of all the countries. Clinical trials are in high demand. President tells them when a person dies through the trials they collect all the well organs and export them as byproducts. Nothing goes to waste. Gaon silently watches them laugh maniaclly in disgust. The SRF and Heo talks about Jung behind her back, they plan to outs her. Gaon plans to escape with Han but was got caught with a nurse but saves himself that he's checking her vitals. The nurse recognizes him and actually helps him. She has been waiting for some help and said that their phones have been taken away. Also said that there's some sane people in the center too. She promises to help.

Breaking news that Yohan has been arrested for instigating murder is dead. He was stabbed by a assailant. Both co-judges are left in shock. Same goes to Jung. She's in shock but calms herself that it was done because of her. Jung will be President and Min would now be Chief Justice. He did a press conference instead of a inauguration. Oh was able to catch up with Min and tells him that Jung wants to meet him at her office, this is a set up. Gaon tells her to leave the building and requests her to go. SRF team celebrates at the live court set with Jung at the top of the judges seats. Gaon then captures Min and ties him up at the office with a bomb around his body. Since when did Gaon become so violent. Its a plant and the media will receive news about exposing the Dream Village with his name on it. Yohan suddenly appears and saves Gaon on time. The death news was fake and that Yohan had to dig out to save him. He reminded me of Batman at some point here. Yohan was able to get out by threatening the Chief with his corruption and crimes for the last 30 years. Mentions the Chief that the money is not with him anymore. Yohan tells him to save himself is by doing his specialty for swapping prisoners. Just give him 24 hours. Lawyer Ko enters and tells him that he couldnt tell Gaon everything. Yohan tells him that he was able to return the Chief a favor but not in the form of cash but through charity.

While the SRF is celebrating the lights and the screen suddenly went on with Yohan on the screen. Jung realizes that he is alive and so does the rest of the team. Its revealed as a solemn trial. Yohan starts a live trial and its the final trial with the entire SRF team being exposed with the Dream Home Medical Center. Looks like Jung doesnt know anything about it and asks the team about it. Even the conversation Heo had with the team regarding the citizens. They also show that Jung has killed innocent people in the way to fulfill her ambitions and to attack him. Min is attacked too as a betrayer.  Min is let go by Gaon but tells him that his name is tarnished forever and he will live awfully for the rest of his life. That's a better punishment and more realistically given too. 

There was a proper punishment given and Yohan announced that there's a bomb then leaves to go to the trial set. Yohan reveals that Gaon was the one who helped exposed and will testify to tell the whole truth. The bomb is planned and Yohan will sacrifice himself along with the foundation. Yohan asks them if the moment reminds them of the fire incident. All of them trying to escape. Only the fastest person survives. Jung calmly comes up from her seat with a gun on her hand. Heo complains that he is the President and Jung shots him due to annoyance. She also tries and aims the gun at Yohan. Yohan tells her that its the both of them till the end. Tells her to come with him till death. That's the only way she'll be with him, which is quite tragic. Jung says her final goodbye to Yohan and shockingly shots herself to death, like how Ms. Cha did. Gaon then appears at the end, tells Yohan to stop and think of Elijah. Gaon in the end will be the hero and Yohan pushes him out. Will Yohan survive the bomb explosion? He needs to be alive or Gaon will end up with nothing. Well he still has Judge Oh and Elijah at least. Gaon wents back to the mansion and ses the blueprint of the bomb explosion, there has to be a escape route for Yohan. Yohan tells him that Gaon must do something for him. Housekeeper tells Gaon that Yohan stopped by and tells her she's fired and asks for Elijah. Yohan tells Elijah that they're going to move out to somewhere safe and its a rehabilitation center in Switzerland. Gaon then finds out that Yohan is actually alive.

Gaon was set in a trial with the comittee. Gaon inwardly thinks that nothing has changed at all and is confused on what to do now that the country doesn't need Yohan. Yohan secretly bids goodbye to Gaon and he then quickly realizes it. Captures him on time from afar. The 2 men bid each other goodbye which then ends the drama.

Thoughts: If you like stories like Batman or The Hunger Games this would be the drama for you. The writer seem to took inspiration from both works. I think Yohan is like Batman/Katniss while Gaon is like Peeta. Oddly reminds me of the finale alot with the similarities of the characters. Or sometimes Gaon acts like Katniss/Peeta both. Just remove the whole romance aspect of The Hunger Games. There's quite a few angst moments of Yohan and Gaon. Gaon all of a sudden cares for Yohan. The writer tries to include those similiarities with the 2 characters. Yohan wants nothing more than revenge. Then the rest of the SRF are like the trial players or could be the government too. They try to copy the brutality of the hunger games the games itself with the fire incident and the finale of the drama. All trying to save themselves from death.

Messed up the ending. What I wanted most from this drama was for people to rise up to protect their country, because its the job of people to protect their country not the job of one or two people like Yohan and Ga On. Also they didn't even show the aftermath of the last trial. What happened to that dream house project and what was the people's reaction about the live trial? Assuming the whole time it was filmed. What did they think of Yohan after that? Alot of afterthought was left out.

Rating: Story: 3 (Great until episode 12 onwards) Production: 2 (Locations and the offices were ok but not meant for the dystopian feel they were trying to sell. Could've been more modern looking set) OST: 1 (BGM is spot on and fills the scenes well, dont like the rock portion of the OST) Acting: 4 (Mainly because of Ji Sung) Character Development: .5 (Main cast are 1 sided and no room or little improvement) Overall Enjoyment: 1 (The drama's tone is consistent throughout despite the bad writing) Total Rating: 2.5/6

[anythingandeverything1d]

The tape (part 5)

Part: 1, 2, 3, 4

“(y/n)...we owe it to ourselves don’t we? I know I owe it to you....I want to make this work.... Just come home....”

You bit your lip and hugged your arms to your chest. You didn’t know what to do. You wanted to go with Harry, to work things out, see if you could get over the hump in your relationship. Yet you also didn’t want to get hurt again. You didn’t want to feel that pain all over again when you woke up in the morning. Harry took a cautious step towards you and your eyes dropped to the floor. Your heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute. You felt like you were going to drop over dead at any minute. You took a deep breath and looked up, your eyes locking on his. “Okay...” you mumbled biting your lip in uncertainty.

Harry’s smile was worth the decision. He was grinning ear to ear, a sigh of relief escaping his mouth. He even had a tear forming in his eye that he quickly wiped away. He didn’t know what to say he was so surprised and happy with your answer. You took a step forward, trying not to react to the reaction he was having. You may have agreed to go home tonight, but you were not going easy on him. There was no way you could at this point. Harry didn’t risk a conversation or any more questions. He opened the passenger door for you, still smiling. You climbed in, bucking in and watching Louis house pull out of view from your sight. It was around a 30 minute drive to Harry’s and you had no idea what to say. He didn’t either. He kept looking over, opening his mouth to speak and then deciding against it. He hummed along to some music but other than that the awkward silence spoke for itself. You were almost to his house when he cleared his throat and turned the music down. “Do uh, do you wanna pick up some dinner or have you eaten already?” You opened your mouth to speak but he stopped you. “Nevermind, you’ve probably already eaten that was a stupid thing to ask.” He shook his head and looked back at the road with a frown.

“Actually, food would be good.”

“It would?” Harry looked over with a hopeful smile and you nodded laughing at him. Harry laughed and looked back at the road. “I’m sorry” he sighed. “I just don't want to mess this up..its like our first date all over again.” 

You laughed and looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. Your first date with Harry had been a disaster. The two of you were supposed to go out for dinner, of course that was hard to do when you were dating a guy in One Direction. Harry had taken you to a restaurant close to the arena where people attending the concert that night had also chosen to go. You couldn't even get a table to eat, let alone get out of the building after entering. It took so long for security to push through people and come to your aid that you had missed dinner entirely, leaving both of you ravenous during the concert that night. “I vaguely remember that date ending pretty well...” 

Harry nodded and bit his lip. “I had never been so hungry in my life, I would've gladly eaten anything that night.” 

“Cheese crackers were quite the meal.” You laughed harder remembering the details. After the concert, Harry had been so bummed with how your date had gone, he declared the two of you would be having dinner in the bus. The only food left in the bus that night was a pack of cheese crackers. You and Harry had split the package, staying up all night and talking about life, the future, and how your relationship could only get better from there. 

“I can’t believe I let that happen to us.”

“I can’t believe I let you have the second date.”

“Guess I was pretty lucky back then.” Harry stopped talking as he pulled into his driveway. He parked the car and looked over anxiously. “Are you sure youre okay with this? I can take you back to Louis’ if youre feeling like this isn't okay....”

You thought for a second and then opened the door and climbed out. “I think you were right. We need to talk, we need to see what we can do, if we can do anything....”

Harry nodded and followed behind you as you walked into the door of the once very familiar home. You breathed in the smell and felt instantly at peace. Nothing had really changed. Harry had left the place a little messier than normal, which was no surprise really given everything going on. Your finger trailed along the hallway wall as you walked into the living room. You smiled, a sense of home overcoming you. You had decorated and designed the house. It had almost destroyed yours and Harry’s relationship since you had polar opposite tastes but together you had compromised on the look, modern but homey. The kitchen was disgusting. Dishes piled in the sink, food on the counters, and a pair of boxers on the floor. Harry noticed the face you were making and watched you move your eyes from one mess to the next. “Sorry...I’ve been meaning to clean up but things have been-”

“I know. It’s okay.” You smiled and he nodded, relieved you didn't press the issue any farther.

You sat on the couch, pulling your favorite pillow to your body. It felt familiar and right, being back in the house, and even back with Harry who was quickly throwing dishes into the dishwasher. “So, what did you want to order for dinner? “Is pizza okay?”

“Yeah thats fine.” you mumbled looking around at all pictures on the wall. Pictures of you and Harry, touring the world, snuggling in bed, going to concerts, hanging with the guys, hanging with family and friends. All the times that you had been so happy. Those were the days you would give anything to go back to.

After ordering the food, Harry took his place on the couch next to you. He lifted your feet and placed them on his lap, almost as if nothing had changed in the last few weeks. He looked over and smiled until he remembered that things had changed. He carefully set your feet back on the couch and scooted over a bit. “(y/n)-” he was about to say something else but the doorbell was frantically being rung. Harry sighed and stood up with a confused look. “That was the fastest I have ever had pizza delivered..”

You jumped up, grabbing plates from the cabinets and setting them on the counter. You didn’t hear anything but Niall came running into the kitchen out of breath. “(y/n) wait-”

“Niall?” you jumped back confused as he ran towards you. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Niall what the hell.” Harry followed quickly behind, seething in anger.

“(y/n) you shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be with him.” He looked over at Harry and shook his head. “Harry you don't deserve her. You don't even deserve to have her here in this house right now. You ruined what the two of you had and there’s no point in even trying to pick up the pieces. You destroyed her. She spent the last two weeks trying to get out of bed, eat, and act normal again. Why can’t you just let her go? It would be better for everyone if you just gave up like we all told you to do weeks ago.”

“Wait a second-” you tried intervening but Harry took a step forward.

“I ruined the relationship? You know what. I definitely fucked up, but what actually ruined our relationship was the fact that the sex tape leaked and we never had a chance to discuss it before it blew up all over social media and I wonder who the hell did that?”Harry was fuming. He didn’t even look over at you, he was focused on Niall who was staring back just as intently. “Why don’t we talk about that Niall? Or do you want to play the good boy act still, Mr. Hero.” Harry shoved Niall backwards into the table.

“What is going on?” you asked looking from one boy to the other trying to step between them. Niall grabbed your hand moving you behind him but Harry stopped that, grabbing your free hand and pulling you back. You were stuck in the middle like a tug of war rope until Harry shoved you to the side. 

“Niall released the sex tape to the press.” Harry looked over at you with a furious expression.

You looked over at Niall with tears in your eyes. “What?”

Niall didn’t say anything he just moved towards Harry, pushing him back and then punching him in the gut. Harry groaned and pushed him back, spitting, “Tell her Niall. Tell her what the hell you did. Tell her why exactly our relationship is fucked up and destroyed. Tell her who caused the pain that she’s been feeling all this time.”

Niall tried another punch but Harry blocked it. “You did. Youre the one who cheated on her and ruined the relationship!” Niall shouted at Harry. 

“I may have cheated but I didn’t publicly humiliate her.”

“Someone tell me what the hell is going on?!” you screamed stepping between the two once again and putting your hands up. 

Niall gulped and looked over guilty. “(y/n)...”

“No.” You backed up. “No. What the hell is happening.” You looked at Harry who sighed and gently took your hand and sat you down on one of the kitchen stools. 

Harry was running his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out what exactly to say. “I cheated on you. That part is true, and the girl fucking recorded it as a sex tape yes, but I had an arrangement that it would never be released. I didn’t even know about the tape until later on and I made sure (y/n) that no one would see it. I was going to tell you all about it, about everything, there just wasn’t a right moment... Then Niall found out...” He looked over at Niall and then back at you continuing the story. “He said I should tell you...and I was going to I swear...I was just waiting for a time when it was just us...a time where we could work it out together without others being involved but Niall got pissed that I hadn’t told you and somehow, he got the girls info and she gave him the tape ‘for safe keeping’ and he posted it to the magazine who then shared it with every other outlet. He was the one who released everything to the public. The private source with info about us and about the tape that was.listed in that article...yeah that was him too. So while I am guilty about what I did, Niall who’s been playing superhero with you these past two weeks is also is guilty.”

You looked over at Niall. There was no way. It wasn’t true... Out of all the boys Niall had been such a big help in getting you back on your feet. He was one of your best friends, he would never. “Niall...” Niall said nothing, he just looked down. You turned back to Harry with more tears. You didn’t even know what to say. How does one properly react to that conversation. Your boyfriend admits to cheating, hiding it, and then that his best friend, one of your best friends as well had the tape, knew about it the whole time AND gave it to the media to release for the world to see? It made absolutely no sense.

“Tell her Niall.” Harry growled again.

Niall looked at you with a pained expression on his face. “You have to understand...”

“You actually did that....you released the sex tape...”

“It was a mistake and I can explain-”

“NO.” You stood up yelling. “BOTH OF YOU JUST STOP!” you were crying now. You looked at Niall, “Why?” You dropped to the ground crying and Harry knelt next to you concerned. Niall stood there trying to figure out what to say. You looked up and waited. 

“I-I don't know. Harry wasn’t fessing up, I thought the tape being leaked would force him ta tell you the truth...I wanted you ta know that he had cheated...I wanted you ta realize that you deserved better than him, that you-”

“What? Deserved you?” you laughed angrily through the tears. “Harry messed up, and thats something he will always have to work at making better. But instead of coming to me as a friend concerned, you released it to the media? You watched my whole life be destroyed by the videos, the memes, the comments, and you thought that was a good idea? You out of anyone should understand that the media is never the answer.”

“(y/n) I-”

“Get out.” 

“Wait I-”

“Niall get out! I don't want to do this right now. I don’t want to deal with this...”

“Why don’t I jus take ya back to Louis’ and we can talk on the way and I’ll-”

“No.” You stood up, glaring at him. “I’m staying here tonight. With Harry. I want you to leave. Now.” You stood up and shoved Niall hard, your hands colliding with his chest. You were pissed and upset, a combo that never led to good things.

“(y/n)-” Harry interjected trying to diffuse the situation.

You looked over at him. “He purposefully hurt us. Hurt ME. I don’t want him here. I don’t want any part of this anymore. I don’t want to be involved anymore..." You pushed past both of them, running up the stairs and into the bedroom, the place you once used as a safe haven. You stopped dead. The room wasn’t the same. The walls were a different color, there was a new bed, bathroom accessories were scattered on the floor and a new dresser was set up against the wall. The only familiar thing in the room was the canvas of you and Harry in Paris on your anniversary, hanging on the wall. You dropped to the floor, nothing was the same anymore, not even your bedroom.  Harry came running up afterwards out of breath. You looked up at him through tears. “Why did you do it? Why did you have to cheat on me?” 

Harry dropped down and pulled you into his lap, rocking you slowly trying to calm you. “Babe I’m sorry....I don't know why I did it. It was stupid. You were gone and the girl came over. She made the first move, and I should've stopped it but I missed you so much, I just wanted to feel loved again...”

“I didn’t make you feel loved?”

“You did- most of the time....but there was that period of time where you kept going home and and I don't know it just felt like you were running away from me, from us. I wanted to talk to you about it but we never had a chance too....and then I cheated and I couldnt bring it up after that...and I wanted to tell you I swear. I was looking for a good time where we could work through it...talk about it and process it together. But then Niall found out and then he kept threatening to release it and I got stressed and then he actually released it....Part of me wanted to sit down with you that morning...instead of going to management and just tell you everything. I was going to but then we got into that argument and you locked yourself in the bathroom....and then it was too late. (y/n) I’m so sorry....I’m sorry for it all. I can’t make you forgive me. I can’t tell you to stay. But I can tell you I mean every word I have ever said to you. I love you so much. I would do anything for you and I want to do whatever it takes for us to get back to where we were. You have always been the girl I’ve wanted to marry...youve always been the one...”

You looked up at his green eyes, the green eyes that normally held nothing but happiness and love but were now red and puffy from crying all of the nights you had been away. They were full of pain, anxiety, and anticipation now, something unfamiliar to you and something you never wanted to see again. You leaned up, pressing your lips to his. He froze, surprised by your actions but quickly warmed up, moving you to a more comfortable position in his lap and kissing you back. His lips tugged at yours until they parted enough for his tongue to push through, swirling around yours. Your arms tangled into his shirt and his hands cupped your face, ensuring that your lips didn’t stray far from his at any given point. You knew this wasn’t the answer to everything you were feeling, but in the moment, something about it felt nice, familiar, and warm. You let all of the feelings you had been holding back push forward, matching Harry’s energy and pushing farther. You sat up, straddling his lap and never pulling your lips from his. After a few minutes, you pulled away breathing heavily and trying to catch your breath. Harry was out of breath as well, his forehead resting against yours, his warm breath gently falling down your face. “I want to forgive you. I just don’t know how..” you whispered between breaths.

Harry nodded and kissed you softly, hugging you tight to his chest. “We will do it together, just like we did everything else.”

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Okay okay sorry its been so long. I tried to get this back on track though. What will happen with Niall? Will Harry and (y/n) work things out? Find out in the next part ;)

xoxo

[hi-hey-haechan]

@yoonculture requested, “Hi can you do 21+83 for Jeno ? Thanks !” (It was also requested with a degradation kink).

Thank you for requesting!

Prompt list is here

21: “The first one too make noise, loses”

83: “That’s probably the fastest I’ve ever done that”

Warnings: unprotected sex, mild degradation

Watching a movie at the dorms with the boys was a bad idea, simply because of the situation you and your boyfriend were currently in. For the record, Jeno had started it.

The situation was practically setting this up. You and Jeno, sitting next to each other on the couch, both of you under a blanket? Did they expect you to just sit there innocently?

It had begun with innocent cuddling, and the movie had also started that way. His arm was around you, keeping you warm and making you feel loved and safe. You rested your head on his shoulder, unable to contain a smile.

Innocent. Until he removed his arm from your shoulders and placed his hand on your thigh. You didn't think much of it at first, though you missed his arms around you. From the beginning, Jeno was not engaged in the film. His fingers applied pressure to your leg, lightly squeezing your thigh. Your face grew flushed as his intentions became more clear. He slid his hand up your leg, continuing to rub and squeeze the flesh of your thigh.

When you glanced at him, you were met with his eyes, and him biting his lip. Damn, that was hot--

“The movie’s right there, Jeno,” you told him quietly, slightly amused at how intently he was staring at you.

“I really don’t feel like watching a movie right now,” Jeno whispered in your ear. His hair tickled the skin of your cheek and jaw as his head was close to yours. The deep, richness in his voice admittedly was beginning to do things to you, causing you to feel some type of way.

You decided to tease him a bit, acting oblivious to his obvious intentions. “Oh, yeah? What would you rather be doing? Since your hands were under the blanket, unseen, you placed a hand on the bulge in his jeans. You were surprised, for you hadn’t even touched him or done anything to turn him on, yet here he was, needy, already hard.

“You.”

Your eyes widened at his bluntness, but the idea of him pounding into you in one of the bedrooms, making you feel so good that the other members could hear your sounds of pleasure, was honestly such a turn-on at that moment.

Jeno and you didn’t even make your departure known. The others would know that any lie you could come up with would be false. You and Jeno going into a bedroom? Alone? Seriously, what other believable explanation could you think of?

As soon as you two entered the room, Jeno closed the door, locked it, and decided to pin you up against it. His strong, lithe body against yours only increased your arousal. When he his warm, soft lips met yours with a surprising force, you were taken aback for a second, not expecting him to begin this as roughly as he was. However, it wasn’t as though you were complaining. His hands slid under your shirt, grasping your waist. It wasn’t long before both of your shirts were off, and Jeno’s hot mouth trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down the expanse of your neck. He was craving you, and you found yourself completely under his control. Just a small touch was enough to get you riled up any further, at this point.

When he bit down on your neck, his lips suctioning to a certain spot, your fingers grasped onto his shoulders a bit more. “Jeno,” you sighed, “don’t stop.”

“Babygirl,” he gave you a half-smile, worse than a smirk, since you could see the power you knew he had over you. “Why don’t we make this interesting, hm? The first one to make noise, loses.”

“Okay, and what does the loser have to do?”

His eyes were lust-filled when they locked with yours. His voice was low and deep as he said, “Let’s just say that the loser will...they’ll have to explain to the boys what happened, if they ask.”

How funny, how he seemed to have thought it was going to be you who’d lose. Even still, you weren’t exactly quiet when you two had sex, but it wasn’t your fault how good Jeno made you feel. It wasn’t long before you both were completely bare, and your clothes were now haphazardly strewn across the room. The lack of patience between you two in that moment was imminent.

When his fingers met your core, a gasp almost slipped out of your lips, due to the shock of the sensation. Instead, you bit your lip, trying to stay quiet. Jeno slipped one of his long fingers inside of you. Your hands had once been on Jeno’s shoulders, but they were now balled up into the sheets, as though grasping onto something like that for dear life was going to prevent you from moaning out loud.

His fingers made squelching noises inside of you, showing the both of you how wet you already were for him. “My dirty babygirl,” Jeno hissed into your ear, “Look at you, so wet, just due to me rubbing your thigh. Or was it because you were in front of the members while I was doing that?” His words went directly to your core. Whenever Jeno degraded you in a situation, his deep voice saying such sinful words managed to do things to you. “Answer me, slut,” he hissed sexily.

“It was both,” you gasped out, realizing how you were holding your breath. Your hands made contact with Jeno’s strong, veiny arm, attempting to pull his fingers out of you. Him fingering you like this wasn’t fair, if you were both supposed to try not to moan.

“You wanted the boys to see what I was doing, huh? You wanted them to see you be a whimpering mess, just at the expense of my fingers? If you want them to know how much of a slut you are for my cock, you can just moan now. It’s easier, isn’t it? Because I’m NOT gonna make this easy on you.” His slight degradation only increased your arousal. You weren’t gonna lose this challenge. Then again, Jeno was competitive, and he wouldn’t be easy competition.

He entered you harshly, pushing himself in all at once. His member stretched you out perfectly, creating a mix of pain and pleasure. You bit down on your lip, a whine stuck in the back of your throat.

This wasn’t easy for Jeno, either. He was pounding into you rapidly, feeling your wet, velvety walls engulf his entire member, clenching around it so tightly. He’d pull out before slamming back in, creating the steady sound of skin slapping against skin. No moans filled the room.

His large size filled you up so perfectly, harshly pressing against every spot inside of you. You were in heaven, feeling as though you were flying, lost in the pleasure. Your legs wrapped around his waist, granting him a new angle as he thrusted even more deeply.

When his tip found your g-spot, hitting it straight on, you screwed your eyes shut, clenching your jaw to stifle a scream. It was a sharp, powerful jolt of pleasure, almost forcing you to cry out. He was fucking you so hard, so powerfully and quickly, to the point where you were in heaven. If your fingers ached from clutching the bedsheets, you couldn’t tell, for your entire body was filled with adrenaline. It felt so good, so impossibly amazing, and the fact that you couldn’t moan out his name was killing you. You just held your breath, positive you were red in the face.

Jeno’s eyes were screwed shut, clenching his teeth as he held back his groans. Your clenching walls sent him flying in physical euphoria, but he had made up the horrible challenge of remaining completely silent. When he opened his eyes to look at you, he noticed the tears running down your face.

You weren’t gonna last long. Usually, you and Jeno weren’t too sensitive, and it took awhile to bring you to your edge. However, his roughness was present, and it was sending you to Cloud 9. The tears running down your face were out of pleasure; he was really fucking you that good.

The knot in your stomach barely even had time to make itself known to your consciousness. Your back arched off the bed, toes, curling, and now your fingernails were scratching his back, trying to find support as you climaxed hard. “Jeno!” you practically screamed, unable to hold back a second longer. Your walls caved in around him, clenching so tightly to the point where he bit his lip so hard, he feared it would draw blood.

“I-it’s too much!” you sobbed out, helpless under him as he continued to pound into you, overstimulating you.

“You’re gonna be my cumslut and take every single drop of my cum.” It was a quickly said sentence, and you knew that he was struggling to hold back his moans.

You had given up awhile ago, and instead let your cries of pleasure loose into the air, unconsciously bringing him closer to the edge.

When he climaxed, painting your walls with his seed, a few harsh groans left his mouth and they were louder than they usually were. You felt so incredibly full, and your chest heaved as Jeno’s hips came to a stop.

“That’s probably the fastest I’ve ever done that,” you panted, still in awe of how perfect that was.

“Done what? Cum?”

“Yeah, damn. That was perfect, and I was literally crying from how good I felt. The fact that I couldn’t open my mouth and moan or even sigh was killing me. When I came, I couldn’t hold those moans back.”

“Neither could I,” Jeno admitted. “I’m pretty sure they heard us.” A fatigued laugh escaped his lips, warming your heart as you hugged your boyfriend.

Admittedly, you didn’t mind the fact that the boys heard you. Maybe it would send a message that the movie sucked. Also, you really couldn’t regret anything about what had just happened.

“You guys couldn’t keep your hands off of each other for two hours?” Chenle asked as you both quietly walked back into the movie room. They were all staring at you, shocked by what they had heard, which they really hadn’t expected.

“Hey, don’t blame me,” you said, putting your hands up, “Jeno started it. He put his hand on my thigh and practically told me, ‘I’m horny. Let’s go into the nearest room with a lock.’”

“Oh, shut up, you didn’t regret it. In fact, you enjoyed it. I’m sure the boys could hear it,” Jeno pointed out.

“Were you even trying to be quiet?” Renjun rolled his eyes. We were trying to watch the movie, but instead, we had to listen to that.”

You and Jeno just looked at each other, before the two of you burst out laughing. They had no idea.

[nighttmaire-writing]

FAHC: Sweet Sauce

This is my first time writing for the FAHC. I haven’t really ever written anything like this before, but after reading some of the stories on Tumblr and watching a GTA I had missed from months ago, I was inspired to cover a duo that I haven’t seen on here. Hope you enjoy!

Axial never really goes in the field. Not because he doesn’t want to, nor because he’d be incredibly less effective than any of the others. He tends to hang back to work on the comms and hacking for the team because he knows he’s the best at it. No one else could co-ordinate the communication between the chaos within The Fakes, it takes someone with a will of steel like him to ignore all of the snark and push back with both authority and advice. He also knew that, without specific instructions, no one else in the gang could hack into any targeted building like he could. He also is one of the best at on-the-fly adapting when shit goes south and a plan needs to change. When it comes to field duty, however, he makes exceptions on special occasions. In particular, he will go into the field if requested. 

As it turns out, Matt’s actually pretty adept in at more than just communications, planning and hacking. He’s a stellar driver. This fact wasn’t well known to The Fakes until he trounced them in another Mario Kart tournament, to which a drunk and furious Mogar loudly proclaimed that he could outrace Axial in real life any day of the week. Once everyone was sober, Michael doubled down – and got beaten by Axial. It was a close race, since Michael was brilliant at driving, but Axial had something he didn’t. Knowledge. The hacker knew the city like the back of his hand due to his life on the streets, and once he was told the destination he knew every turn and how to safely make them. Everyone was stunned, as Michael shook Matt's hand with a smirk, calling him a piece of shit. 

Matt only drove for the crew on missions when requested personally, leaving his communications job to The Boss while he would hack remotely from the car. He’s only ever done so for three people, up until this point. Once for Rimmy Tim, since he knew it would be fun. Once for The Golden Boy, because he knew he’d get a good laugh out of it. And once for The Sauce. Almost everything in The Fakes was an unofficial competition. Who got the most kills on a job, who could escape the cops the quickest, even who could piss off The Vagabond first. And there was no one more competitive in the group than Alfredo. Even though these contests meant little-to-nothing, they meant everything to him. He had to win.  And, most of the time, he would. So, when he was told the next job involved multiple hits at different locations, utilising teams of one gunman and one driver, he knew exactly who was going to drive him. 

Convincing Matt wasn’t as hard as The Sauce had thought. Deep down, he had a competitive streak that was just shy of Alfredo’s. All it took was the promise of victory over Gavin, Jeremy and even The Vagabond to convince him. It was getting everyone else on board with having one of their least experienced members in the field to leave the penthouse, to go on a mission with just one other person, that was harder. They knew he could handle the driving job, but they also figured there must be a reason he locked himself in his room during a Heist. The pressure could get to him, and that could get one or both of them hurt. Besides, he’d only ever driven before and this particular job required the use of covering fire from the driver to assist in the gunman’s run inside. As far as The Fakes knew, Axial had no training with a gun. 

With a face that reminded the others of the calm before a storm, Matt pulled out a pistol no one had ever seen on him and cleanly shot three of The Kingpins most expensive vases on the other side of the room in as many shots. As he put his gun away without a word, everyone was quick to agree – Axial was on the mission. 

The robbery teams were; Axial and The Sauce, or 'Sweet Sauce’; Supernova and The Golden Boy, or 'Chungə'; and Rimmy Tim and The Vagabond, or 'The Battle Buddies'. Each team would be simultaneously hitting a different building. Each building was the home of one of the many idiotic celebrities living in Los Santos, those with lots of money and little security. The plan was to steal as much expensive looking gear and/or cash as possible and leave. This was, in turn, a distraction for the main job. With the simultaneous big-name robberies, the police would be spread incredibly thin, allowing Mogar and the Pilot, or 'The Betting Buddies', to 'covertly' enter LSPD headquarters to locate and take information the cops have compiled on The Fakes. Or, as covertly as one could do a job like this with Michael. 

Once Alfredo had recruited Matt to his team, he began to really play up the sense of rivalry they all had. He made sure they all knew the newly christened ‘Sweet Sauce’ were planning on doing everything the best. Fastest to the house, fastest in, most cash grabbed, fastest back to HQ. He enthused with the utmost confidence how they were going to destroy everyone – with a silent grinning Axial standing behind him. The others eventually got riled up enough that they laid down a bet. The team who did each aspect of the job the best would win $1000. Everyone involved in the job, even The Boss and The Wildcard who would both be staying at the penthouse as comms and backup respectively, put in cash to make a prize pool of $3000. Due to the constant feed that would be going to The Boss, he was going to be in charge of timing each team’s work. Michael and Jack then began a betting pool to see who would win the most cash, for those who weren’t participating to have some fun too. In the end, only The Kingpin placed a bet on Sweet Sauce. Everyone thought Matt too inexperienced and Alfredo too cocky. But, for some reason, Geoff saw something different. 

The job was simple, and it went off without a hitch. Each team did their job even better than they normally would, since they had a lot riding on it. Chungə tried to focus on just getting one part as fast as possible. As such, they broke every speed limit and ran every red light to get to their house the fastest. And they succeeded, beating both Sweet Sauce and The Battle Buddies to their destination, both earning $500.  

The Battle Buddies, however, wanted to humble Alfredo, and figured with Matt on the job it would be fairly easy. Even so, not wanting to take the risk, they tried their hardest at getting each aspect as quick as possible, with Rimmy behind the wheel and The Vagabond storming the woefully unprepared home to rob it of as much as he could, before they raced home at record pace. 

They were shocked to see Sweet Sauce had arrived in the garage just seconds before them, with two full duffel bags of loot. Axial and The Sauce had worked incredibly well together, even more so under pressure. It was Matt’s idea for them to take a gamble and both storm the house. If it worked, they’d clear it quicker and they could steal double the gear. The risk was potentially losing their car, which was one of The Sauce’s personal vehicles. Shockingly, he didn’t bat an eye at the idea. Even if, at most, he was only going to make $1500 on this bet and would be losing a far more expensive car the victory itself would be absolutely worth it. And so, they executed their plan to perfection. Axial found the most simplistic and expedient route to their target, they both entered the premises with guns blazing, loaded up their bags and left in complete unison with Alfredo behind the wheel, Axial giving him directions from the passenger seat. Even though he was famously not as good at driving, the two of them wanted to rub in their victory. Matt and Alfredo had just gotten $1000 richer. 

Their victory in two of the three categories had pipped Geoff as the biggest victor in the betting pool, winning a cool $400. After returning from the successful police headquarters heist, Michael was thrilled to learn he won $200 by betting on Chungə. Everyone else don’t make any winnings by betting on ‘the sure bet’ of The Battle Buddies, much to Jack’s dismay. 

This was not the first time that Axial would work out in the field with The Sauce. Doing this job was one of the many reasons that the resident computer expert had decided to be out in the field. It didn’t hurt when The Vagabond tried desperately to earn his winnings back, and The Sauce requested his assistance again. They wouldn’t always work together, but whenever they did it was damn near impossible to top them. 

Hope you guys liked it! I don't know how much FAHC I will be writing, but this was a fun thing I liked in my head. I might try to write more dialogue next time. This sort of recount style fit this story but I want to try my hand at figuring out these characters a little more. If I do more, I think I'll probably focus on Axial/Matt. No surprise, but the boys my favourite.