#i feel so alone it’s crazy and the gaping whole in my chest simply won’t stop growing

[utiledulci]

a part of me wishes my ex partners still have some love in them for me. i hope they’ll remember how it was to love me even if they’ve moved on, and when they’ll get married and have children of their own sleeping peacefully in their arms, i hope they won’t forget it was possible to love me, because maybe then it will be easier for someone else to do it after them too

[sukirichi]

earned it [02]

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

cw. mentions of murder, suggestive content, unedited fic

notes. err, i’m only doing this on impulse. i would like to continue it, but i think part one stands enough for itself :> i might delete this if i don’t like it a few days later lollll

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Your infamous customer hadn’t arrived even as the restaurant closed. You watched close enough, fidgety in your movements and often bumping into other servers, all because your gaze kept darting back to the front door, awaiting his presence.

There’s no actual reason why you want to see him. Maybe it’s because he left an impression? The guy didn’t even budge after finding out someone had snuck into the kitchen to poison him, leaving you to wonder why anyone wanted to kill him. Not that it was any of your business, but you figured it was only common between powerful people who are equally greedy. Still, you’re unfocussed in your work, apologizing every now and then when your boss shook their head at you.

Thankfully, you managed to get back to your old pace. Thoughts of the white-haired tall man left the room at the same time everyone did, leaving only you and your boss in the locker room. You ended up working two shifts again on this weekend, your co-worker asking you to cover for them due to sudden family issues.

It’s tiring, that much is for sure, but you won’t complain when it’s more money down in your pocket. You’re dazzled, however, as you leave the locker room and see that your main chefs are still there.

Upon seeing you, they immediately usher you into a lone table, table 98 that remained untouched the whole night, a two lit candles illuminating the otherwise darkness of the isolated restaurant. Only this time, it’s occupied by him no less, his azure eyes flittering up to yours at the sound of your hesitant footsteps.

You’ve been looking for him the whole night, yet now that he’s in front of you, you don’t have any words to say. Instead, you bow down deep, the hands clasped in your lap shaking.

“S-Sir.”

“No need to be so nervous. I only wish to discuss something with you,” his laugh is so carefree, lighthearted as he gestures to the empty spot across him. “Take a seat,” Wordlessly, you foolow his orders and dash down to the seat, spine straight and head held high. There’s a hint of amusement in his small smile, but he doesn’t tease you, save for the lilting tone he held. “So you’re in sophomore year of university?”

“Yes, Sir. How’d you know?” You furrowed your brows, unsure of whether you’re supposed to expensive meal served in two.

Gosh, and this was on page three too, a single meal cost at least six months’ worth of rent.

“I pulled a string or two,” he lifts one shoulder lazily, waving his knife in the air. “And please, call me Satoru. Assuming we come to an understanding, things will go well for the both of us. You are in need of financial aid, yes?” You nod, utterly clueless in where this is leading, but Satoru’s already made up his mind long before he came here that he found no need in beating around the bush.

“Good. Then what do you say about being my sugar baby?”

“S-sugar baby?” you repeat the word first in confusion, then with distaste. He simply hums around the meat he’s eating, as if it’s a normal occurrence for him to inquire such things, and you scoff, crossing your arms on your chest.

You don’t care that this guy is your precious customer – he was just the same as everyone else.

“Is that the reason why you asked me to stay behind? Do you think you can just pay people to sleep with you? It may have worked on others, but not to me. I would rather keep my dignity than be with you,” you breathe hard after your rant, slapping your palms down on the table. The impact of it makes the table shake, his hand reflexively reaching to steady his wine glass. “As for what happened yesterday, you don’t have to thank me about it. I did what any right-minded person would.”

“And if I said I never wanted to be saved?” he asks, his tone still so calm that it further infuriates you. You stare at him, stunned and mouth gaping. “Sit down. I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Thank you for graciousness, Sir, but I really don’t—”

“Angel,” You freeze at the nickname. He chuckles with his forehead pressed to his clasped hands, “Do you really think I need to pay people to sleep with me? I could have anyone I want,” his voice falls an octave or two, the sonorous warning rumbling something…alien inside your body. You stand there, unable to move, and he easily sees through this as he hides a smirk behind his drink. “Sit down. I’m not done talking to you.”

You don’t know what snapped in you to actually follow, but his words weren’t just that. They were always laced with eased dominance, the words leaving his lips coming out as a command. No, it was more like a hypnotizing order, and you’re nothing but a puppet enslaved by it.

His smile only grows bigger, and you hate that he looks ridiculously handsome under the dim lights of the room. Life would’ve been much easier if this man had been ugly.

“As I was saying, this relationship should be casual, no strings attached. I’d prefer if you’re exclusive to me, and in return, I’ll cover all your school fees and everything else. As for the sex,” he cuts his eyes straight to yours, an intense burning heat in them. You squirm in your seat, a little intimidated, albeit excited, by this proposition too, though you’d rather die than let him know that, “I don’t need that from you. I just want someone to talk to.”

“You’re paying me to talk to you?”

“No,” he chuckles, “I’m saying you form a relationship with me in exchange of financial aid. You’d be similar to a lover, nothing less of a friend,” he stares at his drink so hard like he was having a debate with it. A few seconds later, he found his answer, the gleam in his eyes surreptitious as he says, “Someone I can trust.”

You huff. Surely it wasn’t easy as that. “Why me?”

“No reason,” he shrugged, “I just find you endearing, that is all,” You lean back on your seat, trying to process all this. The hesitance must be written all over your face because he adjusts his tie, sliding a white business card your way before sliding his chair back in. At least he’s well-mannered enough to do that. “You can take your time to think about it. There’s no need to rush.”

Somehow, seeing his figure retreat triggers something within you. You watch as silhouettes emerge from the darkness trail after him; must be his security team, serving as an additional note that what you so struggled to achieve was likely nothing for him.

Was it fear? Desperation? Shame?

You don’t know, you won’t ever really know, but you run up to him anyway, brave enough to tug at his sleeve. The guards surrounding him tense up at the contact, stepping away only when he raises a finger that spoke a thousand words.

“You-you’ll pay for everything?”

With his back turned to you, you failed to see that victorious grin he wore. “And everything more,” he reassured. He turns around to confirm your submission, but you’re quivering under his towering frame, poor hands clutched around the card so tightly he won’t be surprised if you break it. He chuckles, coaxing the worries out of you as he caresses your cheek, his breath evident of expensive liquor hitting your cheeks. “Relax, angel. It’s not like you’re selling your soul to the devil.”

Your pupils blow wide at the close proximity. If he was attractive before, it’s nothing compared to the clarity of his sharp, angular features that are softened by his playful smile. Oddly enough, his thumb caressing your cheeks is tender yet calloused.

There’s no telling when who put who under a spell, because you’re clutching helplessly at his suit jacket, whispering, “Am I not?”

You are, he wants to say, but you’re so innocent, so vulnerable – such an angel, he can’t help but hum in his head – that he doesn’t have the heart to let you know. He already knew things were bound to fall out of place one another, but until that hasn’t happened yet, he’ll have to keep you close. He’ll make you his.

“I’ll take good care of you,” he declares so confidently that you couldn’t even question his capability to do so you, and for a moment, just a moment, your knees weaken under his stare. “Now that, I can promise.”

Should you have pulled away then? When he leaned down to seal the contract with a kiss, should you have pulled away then? Or better yet, could you even pull away then?

You’ve been so alone your whole life that each moment with him is awakening, soul-crushing, mind-shattering and so damn weakening that you should’ve pulled away then. If anyone were to tell you you’d share your first kiss after work hours with a man whose name you don’t even know of, you’d tell them they were crazy, crazier if they claimed you would enjoy it.

But you did. Oh, you did, you were addicted to him – his taste, his scent, his touch, everything about him – that when he pulled away, taking away every last breath in your lung that formerly remained taint-free by him, you’re left wanting. Craving.

And he knows this. How could he not? Your eyes are hazy with lust, chest pressed against his firm ones that would soon be the same body you found home over and over again.  You’re not the only left intoxicated from this sudden agreement. Whatever you feel, he feels it twice as much after years of watching you from the sidelines, asking himself a million times over what it is about you that pulled him in so much in the first place.

The innocence? The dedication? The youthful naivety?

Gojo wants to laugh at himself. It was never any of those – he simply wanted to fool himself that maybe he’s worthy of this, of your love, of your purity. He’s selfish, manipulative, heartless, and he wants nothing more than someone like you to make him feel like he’s everything he’s not.

He steps forward to brush his nose against yours; breathing in the tiny gasps you reward him with. And he’s barely even touched you.

“I look forward to our next meeting,” he rasps, butterfly touches all the way down your back to hold you flush against him, letting you feel that he’s all muscle and hardness, while you’re the complete opposite, composed of softness and little ghosting kisses. Perhaps when he gives you by a name, he was right to call you –  “My Angel.”

The loud blaring of your alarm cuts through the silence of the room, its shrill sound piercing your ears. You groan, blindly patting the bedside table to swipe snooze. The spot next to you has been cold for a while now, but it’s normal for Satoru to leave early for work that you burrow yourself deeper in the covers. Five more minutes of sleep shouldn’t be so bad; it’s the weekend, anyway. You’ve got nothing else to do.

Waking up after that, on the other hand, now that is an impending task on itself.

You’re beyond sore, your inner thighs littered with handprints and your shoulder covered in love bites. “Jeez,” you mutter to yourself, stepping out of the bathroom. Tying your robe around you, you go out your shared bedroom, rubbing your eyes to get the sleep out.

It’s past noon already – Satoru really wore you out. And fuck, you could barely walk. You had to grip the counters just to sit on the stools, and even then, you’re wincing from the pain.

He should be doing paperwork in his office right now or something; he never really told you what to do. You don’t feel like asking either since he’s made it clear he prefers to keep his personal life, well…personal. But nevertheless, you swing your legs back and forth on the stool, texting him a quick I love you baby :)

Satoru doesn’t reply.

Usually, he’d respond in a few minutes, always supplied with a wink and an eggplant emoji. It was so him to act this way, that when those few minutes turned into a few hours and you’re met with radio silence, you can’t help but worry.

You try to brush it off, ignoring the deafening silence that rings all over his penthouse. He’s busy, he’s working, he’s got things to do – that’s all it is.

You convince yourself hard enough that you’ve cleaned the place until it’s sparkling, your reflection bouncing off the black marble floors. Every minute, though, your mind would race back to him. Not thinking about him proved to be a really daunting task because you think of him when you’re eating, reminiscing the way he’d always surprise you with a back hug, muttering morning angel all over your skin just to distract you from your meal. You think of him as you’re killing time with boring dramas; if he was here, he’d nudge your leg with his foot, pushing your shorts until it exposes your panties. He’d make sure you don’t get to focus at all, riling you up and kissing you hard that the show playing becomes nothing but background noise. You think of him, you dream of him, you remember him – and yet, you can’t feel him.

Nails bitten down to the skin, you scramble for your phone, swiping call over his contact. It doesn’t go through. Now that’s another odd thing; Satoru never fails to pick up your calls.

“He’s just busy,” you lie to yourself, telling the same thing over and over again even as night falls and you’re staring at the empty left side of the bed, hands smoothing over where the curve of his body would’ve been. “He’s just busy,” you say once more, giving into the exhaustion brought on by your worries. “He’ll come home soon. He always will.”

Except he didn’t.

And that was two weeks ago.

“Angel, I got you—” Satoru immediately clamps his shut, his footsteps muted as he walks closer to you. You’ve been dating for a few months now, and you’re still very wary of the nature of your relationship so you refuse to move in with him. He doesn’t mind, he respects your space and decisions, but now he’s starting to regret letting you have your way. You’re hunched over your swiveling chair, cheek pressed against the opened textbook and glasses perched on your hair. The lamp desk illuminates the dark circles lining your eyes, his heart breaking at the sight.

Thanks to his help, you’ve been able to spend more time focusing on your studies. It should be comforting, but Satoru’s heart aches as he thinks of what you’ve been like prior to meeting him.

How long have you stayed up all night just to pass your exams? How long have you cried yourself to sleep, unable to handle the burden placed by the world on your shoulders at such a young age? How long have you had to turn down friends’ invites to parties with a forced smile because you had to go to work? How many times have you stared at a failing mark, teeth clenched because you studied well for it; your exhaustion just got the best of you and muddled your brain?

Satoru places the beer and dinner he’s got you on his way back home on top of your one-man dining table, pressing a kiss at the top of your head. You look so beautiful this way – unaware, unknowing, and focused in nothing but the future ahead of you that you don’t bother yourself with his past.

Perhaps…it was comforting, after all.

He’d rather have you worry over your own studies than worry about him. Satoru can’t stomach the idea of you – his precious angel – being involved in his own shit, possibly get caught between the crossfire. It pains him to say it, but he doesn’t want you getting too close for comfort.

So he stays there by your side, simply because it would expel all ideas of you wanting to be beside him. He’ll be right where you’re safe, and the sigh that leaves your lips when he moves you to your bed, fitting in his long, lanky bed on your cramped mattress an immense struggle. As if feeling that you’re finally home, you snuggle closer to his chest, murmuring sweet nothings that tug at his heartstrings.

Satoru rubs circles at your back, staring so hard at the chipped paint on your wall that he’s sure he’s got it burned in his memory.

Now that he thinks about it, he should’ve been satisfied with that. He should’ve held back in his desire to have more of you. He should’ve just tucked you in and left, but he was never really in control of himself. Before he knew it, he’s pulled in by you too much, encouraging him to move in with you under the lie it’s easier to keep an eye on you.

Had he just left you earlier…would things have been different then?

He’s asked himself this question too many times. Satoru always came to one conclusion. He loved you way too much that it consumed him, and soon the love he held for you slowly burned you inch by inch. The only way to save you was to pull away – but he wasn’t ready for that yet, not now – but he’s too scared, too deep in love that he ignores the warning signals and holds you close instead, finding comfort in the warmth of your arms.

Fuck. Satoru downs his second drink, glaring at everyone beneath his shades. Geto snickers beside him, sending side eyes to his boss every now and then just to check. Of course, Satoru’s not actually going to pass out, he was no lightweight, but he’d been uneasy every since that pretentious gold envelope landed on his desk.

One of the downsides of being a mafia leader meant you had to mingle with other clan shit, including him of all people. There were always new leaders popping out of nowhere, Satoru quote unquoting, criminals be spawning like maniacs.

For fourteen years – fourteen fucking years – his clan had been in bad blood with the Zen’ins. They were pretty new in the illegal side of business, starting off as a powerful name in the trade industry before they got interested in oil. One thing led to another, the family began to realize they could have so much more if they turned a blind eye to a law or to, soon shifting into illegal weaponry trade, human trafficking, then drug manufacturing.

These bastards had the audacity to insult the Gojo Clan when Satoru’s family dropped by to strike a contract out of curiosity to their goods, only to be turned down because they’re ‘barbaric’ and ‘informal.’

Satoru still remembers that humiliating moment of being escorted out by bodyguards, but he held his head high, vowing to show that bastard Zen’in guy that the Gojo’s were one of the powerhouses for a reason. He doesn’t even know where the elderly guy got his confidence from. Mafia business was not the same as their former expertise, yet they acted all high and mighty with their rules and standard of being sophisticated even in a life or death situation.

Gojo doesn’t know whether he should be happy or sad that the old man died, his son taking over just as soon as his father perished. He would’ve celebrated with a whiskey or two, except the new clan leader was quite adamant in cleaning up their name to prove he would not create the same mistake his father did.

The new leader threw a large cruise party, inviting pretty much everyone they were chummy with, and Satoru has never felt more out of place. He recognized a face or two, but he couldn’t really give a fuck. He hated events like this – it was all about establishing power and face.

Satoru groaned under his breath, swiping at another flute as a waiter passed by. He felt the bubbles fizzle down his throat, the slight burning sensation somewhat easing his nerves.

He leans back at the wall and checks his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. It’s been two fucking hours since they arrived, and the host still hadn’t arrived. If they planned on being ‘fashionably late’ Satoru won’t hesitate to slice someone’s neck tonight. He hates his time being wasted the most, and his eyes slid over to his friend’s still posture, looking like he just saw a ghost.

“Suguru,” he sighs through his mouth, “Don’t be so tense. This is a formal event – no blood will be shed tonight.” Suguru had a weird skill of being able to read Satoru’s thoughts that he raised his hands in surrender, silently promising that he’s not going to kill anyone.

“You’re not sure of that.”

“I won’t lose my composure, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he rolls his eyes, not looking back as he effortlessly places the empty glass back to another waiter. Satoru stands next to his friend, sucking his teeth out of boredom. Suguru, on the other hand, is tenser than ever, his eyes locked onto something in the middle of the crowd that began to cheer.

Faintly, somewhere at the back of his mind, Satoru hears someone whistle in signal. A few seconds later, the fireworks are lit and decorate the night sky, bursts of gold and beauty accompanying the entrance of the woman who’s so effortlessly caught everyone’s eye tonight.

Satoru is rooted to his spot, taking off his glasses the same time the crowd parts. Then, his breath is knocked away from his body, his heart pumping so hard he actually struggled to breathe.

Because you’re there, smiling and waving at the crowd as if it’s second nature to you. Seven years of being apart from one another and Satoru is still bewitched each time he lays his eyes on you. You’re the same…from your face down to the angelic feeling you always carried, but at the same time, you’re different. Gone was his precious angel who shied away from too much attention, his precious angel who would’ve never worn such a bodacious ring embedded on her left ring finger. Your smile is more charismatic, confident, and even fierce compared to the small, private ones you always shared with him – he almost couldn’t recognize you.

As if feeling someone’s eyes on you, you spot him leaning languidly against the walls, those lips you used to kiss turned downwards.

Seven years ago, you would’ve kissed him until he smiles again, singing to your pouty and clingy boyfriend who never voiced out the reason of his troubles. Seven years ago, he would’ve carried you and swung you around, showering you with affection as he reminds you how lucky he is to have you.

But this was no longer the past – that much is clear from when he left you without another word.

Still, you smile at him, an empty one that showed nothing but concealed anger. He was sure though, so fucking sure, that for a split second, he saw you light up. That may have been seven years ago, but you loved each other to the point of insanity – surely you still held some sort of fondness of him.

Satoru takes long, self-assured stride towards you, his gaze never leaving yours with his hands tucked into his pockets. There’s no telling what he’ll do, but in his mind, it’s clear.

You still love him, he still loves you. He’ll do something about it. It doesn’t matter what, he just will. That was until a young man closer to your age with blond hair and pierced earrings, narrow feline eyes lined with eyeliner hobbles beside you, his weight supported by a cane that Satoru stops in his movements.

He’d recognize that face anywhere.

The youngest and perhaps most mischievous leader of them all, Naoya Zen’in. Albeit not as hard-headed as his father in comparison with his rather laid-back and welcoming nature, Satoru knows a monster when he sees it. It takes one to know one, after all, and despite the heir being crippled from a former accident, his intelligence and power was not to be overlooked through his appearance and coy smiles.

In fact, he might even be more dangerous than his old man, this theory only proven when his arms snake around your waist. The matching rings gleam from under the light, and you press yourself closer to him to whisper in his ear, your attention very much still on Satoru.

Satoru’s entire body burns.

“Still there, Sir?” Suguru asks, gripping his boss’ bicep to hold him back. Smart of him, Satoru exhales through his nose, unable to stop his glare from darting to your husband’s.

He’s heard of you, of him, of how his most annoying rival had a phenomenal trophy wife who looked harmless at first look, but was actually the brains of most of his operations. Satoru forgets how to breathe normally because he’s heard of you, and the rumors he’s gotten wind of about Naoya’s trophy wife are nothing less of how dedicated and perfect the two of you are.

Slapping Suguru’s arm away from him, Satoru grits his teeth. “Get me a drink.”

His precious angel was gone. No, this woman that stood before him…you were an entirely different entity, something darker, something along the lines that were more like him.

What exactly happened the day he left you?

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[mkakki]

Stay

I've got a thing for the quiet introverted boys o(╥﹏╥)o

At least I don't have to suffer alone in this hell

Choso, your sweet pigtails make me happy.

Disclaimer: manga spoilers, maybe some swearing I dunno. I'm feelin sappy and I need comfort.

He knew you were still reeling, still trying to wipe the devastation clear of your mind, but he couldn't help it. It wasn't like humans, let alone a Jujutsu Sorcerer, showed him any form of kindness. He was a curse, so it was natural that his thoughts remained selfish, right? It was normal for him to watch you with hooded eyes, jaw clenched, while you tried to make everyone believe that you were okay. While he wanted to commend you for your strength and mental fortitude, it left a rather bitter taste in his mouth. Maybe that was the curse within his soul speaking.

You had lost nearly everything in Shibuya.

He never knew much about Nanami Kento, just that the man was someone important to you. Yuji had explained that Nanami was his mentor, but before that he was yours. Even if the man was rather distant and indifferent, there had been a repertoire built up between the two of you. If anything, Yuji had been a tad bit envious that you had been able to earn high praise from the older man. Apparently you had been orphaned as a child, and taken in by the Tokyo branch of Jujutsu High, raised and immersed in a culture Choso couldn't help but think didn't fit you so well.

Watching the way you were so close to crumbling now made that apparent. It was subtle, and if he wasn't watching so closely he probably would have missed it, but there were shadows clinging to the edge of your facial expressions. The redness around your eyes just barely noticeable in the mornings, the slight rasp in your voice for the first morning greeting. Your slim fingers would shake slightly, and you would pause. Almost as if you were waiting for someone to open the door, but no one would come.

Not only had you lost your mentor, but many of your dear friends. While he might not completely understand human emotions, he knew what it meant to mourn. The raw pain of losing two of his brothers still fresh and threatening to swallow him whole from time to time.

"Yuji, tell me more about Y/n." He dared not ask while others were around, while he might be a turncoat now, there were still people who didn't trust him entirely. The young man hemmed and hawed a bit, brows furrowed in thought. It was the most thought he saw his younger brother put into something, and it made the notion of this being a delicate subject even more apparent.

"Well, Y/n is a crazy strong sorcerer. Like insanely strong, even Nanamin use to say so, and he never said stuff like that. I've been worried lately, she isn't the same since, you know." Yuji chuckled nervously, was it to hide his guilt?

In truth, Choso didn't learn more than what he had already gathered. It was easy for him to sit back and observe, quietly taking notes in his head about your likes and dislikes, what made the corners of your mouth begin to twitch into a half-hearted smile. He silently began to take it upon himself to try and ease your burden.

The boldest he got was leaving a few wild flowers in front of your door.

That morning you came to breakfast holding them, which sent his heart into a frenzy. It plummeted once you sat next to the shikigami user, asking if he was the one who left them.

"Wasn't me." You cocked a brow, eyes sweeping across the room in a smooth motion. Choso pointedly caught your eye, maintaining contact for a brief moment before turning to Yuji.

It didn't stop him from seeing the slight flush to your cheeks out of the corner of his eye.

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There were some nights he could hear your sobs. For the most part, you did well to conceal them, and if anyone were aware they never mentioned it. It opened up a gaping wound in his chest, to hear the desolate place your cries came from. He thought he could ignore it and allow you to deal with it yourself, to work through your grief in the way you knew how.

Tonight he couldn't.

He drifted to your door silently, and held his breath. Never before had a door looked so intimidating, but it was the barrier helping to muffle your quiet cries. He pressed the pads of his fingers against the worn wood, wondering how many times you had trudged your way here after a hard battle. If that shikigami user had ever done what he did, but with more confidence.

He surprised himself when he knocked softly, as if he could scare away the aura that the silvery moon granted. It surprised him even more to hear shuffling behind the door, no doubt you were collecting yourself, before the latch popped open.

"Choso-San? Is everything alright?" There it was, the rasp in your voice, the redness around your eyes slightly more apparent.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" He shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to proceed. " When I lost my brothers, I didn't know how to continue, all that pushed me to continue was the thought of revenge."

The way your lips parted, eyes wide and trained on him, was quickly derailing his train of thought.

"You can try to bury the feelings, but they're still there, no matter what you do." His fingers twitched, a sigh leaving his lips. It was unfair that you looked so tragically beautiful, even now.

"I'm not sure-"

"You might be able to put on a brave face for the others, but you can't really think that your mask will work on me."

He was a curse, a tainted being who shouldn't be feeling like this. It shouldn't be natural to place a hand on your shoulder and pull you against his chest. Why was it as easy as breathing to allow his eyes to fall shut, basking in the scent of your shampoo? Why weren't you pulling away?

"You don't have to bear this burden alone," he whispered. Your entire body shuddered, and he could feel your hands grasp at the front of his shirt. It was reminiscent of someone drowning desperately holding onto their salvation.

He wasn't surprised when the first sob racked your body, your face pressed against his collar bone as if that would shield you from the world. You were unaware of the fact that he would do just that, shield you. The you who kindly included him in conversation, poured his tea, offered to let him try sweets that you had gotten as an offering from someone who knew you were in mourning. The you who, despite all of your injuries, had stood tall and vouched for him when he came to the realization that Itadori Yuji was his long lost little brother. He would never forget the fierceness in your face, and the way it had sent heat rushing to his face.

"I won't allow you to bear this burden alone." He carefully allowed his cheek to rest against the top of your head, arms awkwardly wrapping around your shaking frame. He kept waiting for you to push him away, to tell him that you didn't need him to coddle you.

"Please, please just stay" It was gasped between sobs, and barely comprehensible, but there wasn't a chance his ears would deceive him now.

He might be a wretched curse, but he would be damned if he would allow anything to happen to you ever again.

Your tear stained face was dusted with a tender shade of pink, eyes shining brightly in the dim light. He didn't dare push his luck and try anything that might offend you, he simply waited with bated breath as you gathered your thoughts.

"Please Choso, don't leave too."

It quickly became habitual. At night when he couldn't sleep, he would inconspicuously wander his way to your room, which would be unlocked just for him. Some nights you would be caught in a troubled sleep, blankets tangled around your legs as you whimpered quietly. Some nights would bring fresh waves of grief, and he would help you tread them without a word. He was able to marvel at how soft your hair was as he fumbled his way around trying to comfort you, or how it felt like you fit in his arms like a missing piece of himself. It wasn't until you pressed a brief kiss to his cheek that it began to bleed into your day to day tasks.

While he still didn't risk doing anything that might offend you, he began to grow bold. Brushing fingers across your cheek with a small smile on his face, which sent a chaotic blush to the tips of your ears, daring to place a hand at your waist when you were relatively alone. These stolen moments helped to not only ease his own grief, but you began to flourish.

He would stay, for as long as you wanted him too. Your silent protector.

[leviiattacks]

Two Faced | Chapter Three

↳ levi ackerman, the very person who was about to kindly behead you by a surprising turn of events manages to become your loving husband? you would be elated if this was true love, but it's all thanks to a mysterious magic spell that your life is spared. for now at least.

pairing :: duke!levi x duchess!reader genre :: royal au, angst, fluff, slice of life etc word count :: 2.5k → click here for the next part !

The wind beats down on the bustling market and the scarf tied to your head which masks just how messy your hair is today flies away, neither you or Sasha realise as the street is scattered with stalls which bloom like flowers peeping out of rocky cement and the babbles of the citizens of the Asmye District are all you can hear. The Sun has begun to set ever so slightly, and the night is a convincing ruse to avoid anyone from noticing who exactly you are. Nobility such as yourself venturing down here is looked down upon.

Twisting and turning through the streets you both do your best to locate a specific man, balding and in his late thirties you have some unfinished business with him.

After a solid thirty minutes your goal is met in the form of his book store. Rubbing your eyes in disbelief you and Sasha sigh with relief and clap eachother's hands in triumph.

Now to get that refund.

Researching magic is a new past time of yours and you find it to be intriguing but you've been scammed into paying for a few useless storybooks. You admit it's your fault for hurriedly purchasing "A boy and his broom" and "The tales of seven witches" without checking the contents inside but you thought you could trust the review the owner gave you. The way he smiled reminded you of Mother and that was more than enough for you to make an immediate purchase.

"Four silver coins." You try to be assertive and when that doesn't work you bite your lip, thinking deeply before alternating to your puppy dog eyes.

The merchant looks away, a faint blush is spotted, swiftly you take it as your opportunity and plead "Please. Please. Please." Looking up at him through your lashes you rub your hands together expectantly. Eventually, he yields and hands over what he owes you begrudgingly.

"Sashaaa. I got the money." You joyfully exclaim. She looks a little disappointed that you've been begging for money but she's promised to not tell the Duke about what you do down here.

You're actually gathering emergency funds if you need to run away which is why any money being wasted is a big deal to you even if it's just four coins. Sasha doesn't know of the magic or the reason why you're collecting money and you want to keep it that way.

"Mmhm Next stop is the Emerald Silk merchants I'd like to invest in some of the silk and reserve it."

Sasha gives you another weird look. You know it's because the Duke owns the Emerald merchants and you may run the risk of being recognised, it would be far easier for you to simply ask Levi for the rolls of silk but you never know if he'll revert to his past self. The last thing you want is for him to behead you as soon as he returns purely because you've leeched off of him.

"Sometimes I find it hard to believe you're Duke Ackerman's wife and do not find the urge to spend money in the way you should." Sasha confesses.

As you both walk you respond "Well, what way should I be spending money?" you inquire.

"As if you've got a never ending supply. You're a duchess." She whisper shouts at you.

Patting at your head you feel around for your scarf and realise it's been blown away by the wind.

"Ah. Your scarf oh no." Sasha frantically looks around panicked and you wonder who on Earth she had to have been serving before you for her to be so on edge by this minor occurrence. It's a scarf, nothing of much value or importance to you.

"It's alright I never liked it. I'd much rather let my hair flow free." Releasing your hair from the cramped confines of the ponytail it's in you skip ahead of her letting your hair fall naturally.

"M-My lady PLEASE. You can't walk around with your hair out like that."

"No one will know who I am so long as you don't call me Duchess." you call over your shoulder.

Little do you know a certain someone already has your scarf in their hands eyeing you from the distance.

It takes a while for you and Sasha to navigate through the crowded streets but you end up finding your way and requesting to reserve the twenty two rolls of silk.

On your way out you eye the sign and wonder why you find the name Emerald to be so endearing. You wonder if he chose the name himself, you assume he did because he had consulted you on other variations too. Pearl, Diamond, Amber, but Emerald sounds sincere and sweet.

Your attention being placed so intently on the sign leads you into the hard body of a stallion. Thankfully, the horse is docile and doesn't mind.

"Miss with the pretty hair!"

The height difference means you have to shield your eyes with the palm of your hand as you look upwards towards the mystery man. A shining face is what you are met with and a cheeky grin is plastered across it. Choppy chestnut locks frames his face, he shines brighter than anyone you've met - Apart from Levi of course. No one outshines him in your books.

Is he a noble? You look to his stallion then to his high end, sophisticated garments. He must be.

Your scarf is in between his fingers and he dangles it in front of you.

"Is this yours my lady?"

"Oh, why it is thank you." he gently places it into you hands and you take a look at Sasha. You don't really feel like being found out by a noble today. The Duke's reputation would be in tatters if others of nobility were to catch you mingling with "common folk", that term makes your face twist. You despise it.

Nonetheless, It would be miserable if they saw you arguing passionately for your rightful refund of four silver coins when you resided within the walls of the Ackerman estate, you're sure four silver coins is petty change to Levi. It would be even worse if they eyed what exactly you were refunding.

Sasha senses your nerves and chimes in just in time. "Well, we must get going good Sir. We're running late for an event until next time!"

Taking your hand she leads you towards your carriage and you wave at the young man. With the same bright smile he waves back and calls out "Until next time ladies!" he seems menacing but in the manner of a mischievous younger sibling.

Once you and Sasha have escaped and are in the enclosed space of your carriage do you ask her questions.

"That man, Who was that?" you question.

Hushed Sasha whispers "I heard he's called the crazy bee." You chuckle at that witty nickname, his honey like expressions were sweet it did add up. "There's rumours he sticks it into anyone." Oh. My Lord. Your mouth gapes open. That nickname, it makes a whole lot more sense now given this perspective.

"Viscount Kirstein, A womaniser who's recently returned from studying abroad not too long ago. Best to stay away from him."

Makes sense, you have no recollection of who he is the only conclusion you can draw is that he has to be from abroad.

Your legs kiss your chest as you sit in the carriage curled up. From that point on the rest of the trip back is quiet as Sasha has unknowingly nodded off to sleep and you want her to rest. It irks you how the other staff members push her around despite her position as Head maid. The least you can do for your friend is let her sleep.

Smiling at her you cover her with your shawl and sit down content with how you've left her. You too are about to drift off to sleep.

That is until you see the Duke outside. You didn't tell him you were going to the market and he won't stop inquiring until you or Sasha let him know what's going on.

Quickly ducking out of view it's too late and your sudden movement has woken Sasha up too. Levi's seen you through the corner of his eyes for sure. Damn him and his senses. He hates back handed tricks and if you encounter his real personality you'll be in trouble.

He just had to decide to come out on tour today of all days??

The carriage halts to a stop and Sasha exits making sure the door is closed, you hear her giving one of the Duke's knights a lukewarm excuse as to why she's out supposedly alone in a noble's carriage. Guilt fills you, she's always covering on your behalf.

"You there, stop." The Duke's icy voice enters the scene, seconds of silence pass, you're holding your breathe. It feels like the first time he came hunting for you.

Out of nowhere he flings the carriage door open.

Oh no, there's too many people outside. You can't be seen on the floor of a carriage with your hair out like this. No Duchess can be caught dead this way.

Without a seconds thought you yank him inside shielding yourself from the view of any outsiders, the door echoes closed.

There's an exchange of heavy breathing and just as you're about to look up at him with a brazen smile you realise he's drawn his sword out on you at a furious speed, it's dangerously close to the nape of your neck. His body is tensed up and so is yours. Huh. This feels...different.

"I thought I was being attacked by a mutt." he spits out, his brows are furrowed, the veins in his neck throb, stance wide, his teeth are bared. A mutt? This feels hostile, lips pressed together in a fine line your heart stops beating for a second.

"My Lord...?" you meekly call out to him.

Then out of nowhere he seemingly snaps out of it.

"I'm sorry." He releases you from the compromising position "I didn't even notice it was you my love. Are you hurt by an chance?" He's back to his usual self and is panicking checking every part of you, ensuring he hasn't left a scratch.

Hugging you warmly his embrace soothes you automatically and you feel the relief course through your system, of course he's on guard he's the Duke and he's out on tour after all.

"I'm fine." You quickly explain your reasoning for hiding and he nods "So, could you give a random excuse to the knights? I just didn't wish to lose my dignity so soon. You know the Duchess on the floor of her carriage with her hair like this." You laugh airily pointing at the birds nest on your head.

"You look beautiful either way. But I'll do as you please." And he leaves after gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Later that night you're getting ready for a good nights rest. The Duke has yet to return, he's always caught up in his duties and noble activities, You wish he'd take the time to relax. Hard work and dedication to his people is an ethic of his he'll never give up on.

He always gives you the option to excuse yourself from partaking in noble activities. The only real reason as to why you don't ever venture outside with him and are yet to make a public appearance together is fear. Fear that he'll wake up one day and throw you away.

You want to make it easy for him if he ever decides to do that. He won't have to erase your existence if you don't make yourself known.

Tossing and turning you shiver, something feels off. You've been feeling that way since he drew his sword against you earlier today. The way he looked at you, it's reminiscent of the first time you looked into those feline eyes. Once bright and full of life they had become charcoal and devoid of any distinct emotion, the duality between his two forms makes your breath falter.

Being reminded that the Levi you know and love isn't real only gets harder as time passes. It's all overthinking and being pointlessly anxious but it still gnaws at your mind at least once a day. He is all you have and he is all you will have until he too turns on you. Just like everyone else.

Suddenly, the acidity of the situation settles into every part of your being, you can't have anything can you? All the love you've ever received is short term - only available for intermittent periods of time.

You feel bitter tears pricks at the edges of your eyes. You want to control yourself, act with jurisdiction over your body, so you do. No tears are shed.

Later that night you awake. Rubbing at your eyes you stir in bed, and eventually one of your splayed arms feels Levi's solid form next to you. Half awake you shift to put an arm over his chest, drawing him in closer he squirms at your touch. That's when you feel a harsh iron grip on your wrist, it's bruising.

That alone is enough for you to become undone from your drowsy state. Opening your eyes you're met with an expansion of cold emptiness.

"Lev...? Whatever is the matter?" Innocent gaze staring at your husband you act oblivious purposefully. Your heart hammers in your chest, and you find that shocking. You're surprised that it hasn't failed yet. Hope is the only instrument fueling it.

Silence.

Levi is no longer present, in his absence you are face to face with a rock hard glare, the fire in his eyes is also felt by you. The man who almost murdered you in cold blood months prior shows no signs of changing his previous choice, this whole situation is damp. If this were a movie this would be your last scene.

His fury is wordless but it vibrates and makes its presence known. There's a vortex of resentment brewing inside of his chest.

Everything is a blur, breaking down you hear nothing from Levi. You don't feel his warm palms at your cheeks, or his thumb swiping your tears away, this isn't one of your nightmares.

He's disgusted even touching the surface of your skin, it scalds him having to touch someone as morally impure as yourself. Releasing the hold he has on your wrist he tosses your arm away forcibly.

"Refer to me with that name once more and I'll see to it that your neck is snapped in two. Fucking Brat." His voice curls into a low hiss.

[lavendertwilight89]

Call you Mine

I told myself I’d do a chapter of Shelter and DDW this weekend... to be fair they each have like 12 pages but... I blame @hnnwnchstr​ and @superpixie42​ for prompting and inspiring a fake dating fic and distracting me. Maybe I’ll make those chapters longer as compensation??

But I also needed to give @willowandfog​ a birthday gift anyway!

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Thanks @sapphirestarxx​ for proofing as usual

Here it is posted to AO3

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He wasn't really sure what came over him. Typically he was a 'mind your business' kind of guy, let other people resolve their issues on their own.

But he honestly lost his shit when this fucking flea bag wouldn't take no for an answer. She said no thank you, that she was sorry she didn't feel that way, and even lied (which unfortunately if he smelt the lie, so did the wolf) about seeing someone else. To be fair, she tried to justify it was new and they had just met and she was uncomfortable by it all. She was smart. Crafty. And fuck, taking just a look at her face she was pretty fucking cute.

Kikyo had 'bumped' into him in line at the coffee shop and maybe he could blame that. They had just broke up; after dating all through high school and some of college, she was 'bored and wanted to explore other things.’ What she meant was, she wanted to explore other dicks. After their breakup, he saw her on accident in the library and he almost lost his shit. She had made them wait until they were in college because it was such a huge step in their relationship and then after three days of being single probably fucked the whole football team?!?

Ok, he was still angry about it.  Probably wasn't a whole team, but he was still hurt.

Having her chattering his fucking ear off wasn't helping his mood either so he tuned it out only to hear the girl sitting at a two seater booth trying to keep their argument between them.  She wasn't taking it lying down but she was growing anxious. If the wolf could smell it, he clearly didn't care.

"Inuyasha are you listening to me? What do you think?"

"Huh?"

"Oh, Inuyasha! Hehehe, you're so silly; I was saying we should get back together! I mean, as long as you're not seeing anyone, right? I mean, of course you're not! We love each other-- and it was a huge mistake for us to break up!"

Inuyasha did the only thing he could do; well that was a lie, he did something he had never chosen to do before. Honestly,  he'd never really been in this situation before. Kikyo was his first real girlfriend. First love. First… everything. He thought that was it. Then reality struck like the cruel bitch she was and it fell apart. But he got over it. Kinda. He had a soft spot for Kikyo because she was his first everything. She hadn't been looking for love but found it. Then regretted it thinking she missed out on life. Or whatever.

But right there, in that moment he just couldn't roll over. Not without being cursed or something and thank God they were in public because otherwise she just might with what he had decided he was going to do.

He stepped up to the counter and ordered not one but two of his peppermint coffees and paid. He heard Kikyo’s excitement from behind him and almost laughed.

Almost.

Because shit was seriously about to hit the fan.

He grabbed his cups and Kikyo followed, still yammering on and on until he reached the table with the young woman who looked like she was about to start crying she was so pissed.

"Here you go, babe," Inuyasha said as charmingly as he could.

The girl jumped at his presence. Her big brown doe eyes locked with his and for the briefest moment there was confusion. Then understanding. Then a glint of mischief. Oh fuck. He already liked her.

"Thanks honey! You ready to go?" She asked leadingly.

"Yea," he said ignoring the gaping womon behind him to pick up the other woman's coat from her chair and help her put it on.

"Wa-wait! What the fuck?? You were just with her!" The wolf cried angrily.

"If you were paying attention to our conversation then you would know I never answered her.  I was too busy noticing you were trying to pounce on my girl," Inuyasha growled possessively as he wrapped his arm around the girl's shoulder. Fuck. This totally wasn't him.  What was wrong with him? Ugh fuck, she was probably thinking she just traded one asshole for another. Smooth. Wait-- not smooth, this wasn't a real date or anything.  

When she curled herself into his side he was shocked. If he was human,  he'd probably have a heart attack. Fuck, she smelled good. Like amazing. Shit, nope, he needed to focus! This was about getting her away from the wolf and steering off Kikyo’s advances.

"And he is seeing someone," the girl in his embrace directed her answer to Kikyo. "Me. You clearly didn't appreciate what you had and he moved on."

"Uh! Inuyasha!" Kikyo quivered in distress. "Can't we-- talk about this?? Alone?"

"Sorry Kikyo. I have a date."

"This is such a fucking farce! Who even the fuck are you?! You don't smell like her! She didn't even--"

"Firstly, the name is Inuyasha. Secondly, of course I don't. I respect her. She's young and I wouldn't try anything without her permission," he glowered leering at the wolf for even implying he'd fuck this beautiful creature in his arms without courting her properly first. Shit. No. This was a ruse. Fake.

"Koga, I told you I was seeing someone. It's new, and I'm sorry.  I really am; I just--"

"Kagome you said you weren't looking for anything right now! Why him?? He's a fucking mutt!"

Ahhhhhhhh. How he was going to love kicking this guy’s ass.

"Shut up, Koga! Inuyasha has shown me way more respect and kindness within the first five minutes of knowing me rather than the month you have!"

That was a lie. They were likely going on minute six.

"Inuyasha! You can't be serious! She's inexperienced and with the wolf demon! Come on, all we needed was a break! I know you hate waiting for anything, baby," she said leadingly.

Honestly, he wasn't aroused by her insinuations in the slightest. He wasn't a teenager anymore.  Also while Kikyo had been his first and only, the fact she dumped him to go hoe herself out only to crawl back to him was disgusting.

He understood it was likely 'just sex' and just exploration but while Inuyasha was no prize himself due to his demon heritage...still, he had some pride. Also his dog demon nature felt betrayed. Maybe if she caught him on the night of the new moon he would've taken her back. Fuck, maybe if this was done in private, but not when they were in a coffee shop with a beautiful girl being bullied into dating a mangy wolf.

"Actually, I don't mind waiting for her at all. She's rather… special," he said. And he meant it. What the fuck was wrong with his brain?

Either way, the girl called Kagome didn't flinch or change her position. If anything, and it could have just been his imagination, she sank further into his body. It took everything he had not to rumble. His inner demon wanted to fucking purr now?? He needed to talk to Miroku after this. Maybe even his asshat brother. Because maybe they knew what was wrong with him, and just maybe he wouldn’t need to check himself into an inpatient stay until he cleared his head.

“Mutt, get your hands off my woman!”

“He’s not a mutt! His name is Inuyasha!! Say it with me Koga! In-U-Ya-Sha!” She yelled, slightly stepping away from his body to glower at the wolf demon in front him. Fuck. He was officially in love. And he needed to hear her say that  in a slightly more moaning pleading voice. What?? Yea--he needed to check himself into a psych hospital after this.

“He’s a half-breed Kagome. You can do so much better than scraps--” He was cut off by the loud cracking slap across his cheek. Kagome was not standing directly in front of Koga. Totally out of Inuyasha hold. The distance didn’t help his control. Or his head.

All he could think of was pulling her back to him and ravishing her. Shit. He was screwed. He didn’t want to be in another relationship--or at least he didn’t think he did. This was simply to help the girl and to get Kikyo away from him.

Speaking of the other woman, Kikyo was deadly silent. It made him kind of nervous. What was she plotting? She could be a vengeful person  when pissed off. He slowly turned to face her and was met with her glaring at the girl who was currently putting a wolf demon in his place.

“Kikyo?” He asked worriedly.

“You really want to give up everything we have for this child?”

“Don’t be like that Kikyo--we aren’t together.”

“But Inuyasha, I told you; I made a mistake. Please, let’s just go and figure this whole thing out together.”

The two squabbling finally quieted down behind him and he felt a trembling hand on his chest. He looked back and saw Kagome--almost hurt. But why would she be hurt? Maybe she was just a good actress in this situation. Or maybe she was feeling what he was?

No wait, back track, he wasn’t feeling anything for her. He was just crazy. They just met and learned each other’s names from the other people who were fighting for their attention.

“If you want to go back to Kikyo I won’t be upset… We just met and this is all so new. I won’t make you choose if you aren’t ready--”

“You’re gonna let this animal two-time you Kagome?!”

“Koga will you just shut up!” Kagome yelled. “I’m just saying we are just seeing each other and if he wasn’t set on anything then--”

“Nah, I’m set babe. Let’s get outta here,” he smiled cockily and placed his arm back around her shoulder and led her to the door.

They exited unfollowed but he didn’t drop his arm. When they crossed the street back to campus, he then did drop his arm and walk beside her. Fuck. The silence was killing him. Shit. What does someone say in a situation like that?

“Uhm, thank you, Inuyasha. I appreciate what you did. I hope I didn’t ruin anything with your ex.”

“It’s not a problem. I wasn’t about to let the bastard keep harassing you.”

“I can handle myself, thank you.”

“Yea, looked like it,” he smirked.

She looked up at him and giggled. “So, uhm, my name is Kagome.”

“I’d say it’s nice to meet you but--” he paused. Did that shit head actually follow them?? Was he a fucking stalker?

As subtly as he could he stopped and turned her to face him. She blushed madly as he leaned down to press his forehead to hers as he whispered, “This fuckface is pretty set on you for some reason. He’s just a block behind us.”

She swallowed and exhaled slowly. Shit. His dick was twitching. He had problems. He obviously needed to get laid. How could her peppermint coffee breath smell that wonderful and magic to literally send those kind of signals to his cock?

“How--uhm--how far are you willing to take this?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Kagome.”

“Do you mind walking me to my apartment?”

“Nah, that’s fine,” he said softly as the wolf was getting closer. Inuyasha raised his head and kissed the crown of her head. Oh God. He was screwed. Would it be wrong to actually ask out this girl? She was obviously single.

No. No. No… He just got out of a relationship. It’d be dumb to jump right back in. Especially under the pretense this ‘arrangement’ started.

He did notice her sigh as she took his hand and led him towards her apartment. The sigh was… happy. Or at least that’s what he thought it was. But the area her apartment was in was oddly familiar. He’d been here before. Wait a second--

She got her keys out and opened the door then turned to say something when Miroku swung the door open fully.

“Inuyasha!!! What a lovely surprise!”

“Miroku?? You know Inuyasha?” Kagome asked curiously.

“Well of course! He’s my roommate!”

“Wait--you’re--”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Inuyasha groaned. This… this was not happening. This was the girl Miroku had been trying to set him up with. Son of a bitch. The irony of it pissed him off. Almost as much as that goddamn wolf who was still lurking about.

“Get inside,”he pushed Kagome forward past Miroku before shooting him a ‘shut-the-fuck-up’ look.

“What’s wrong??” she asked hurriedly as he closed the door.

“The fucking wolf is still--”

“Oh… he does live in the same complex as us.”

“Koga? He was still bothering you, Kagome?” Miroku's teasing face turned concerned quickly.

“Yes, I was going to get coffee and study when he just showed up at Starbucks again. He wanted to buy me coffee and I made up a lie I was meeting someone--”

“Hence the text Sango and I received, continue,” Miroku explained.

“But he wouldn’t leave well enough alone and then I saw…” she trailed off biting her lip. Oh shit. He needed to bite the lip. FUCK! NO! NO HE DIDN’T!

“A woman was behind Inuyasha--so I didn’t say anything to him at first. Just tried to explain I was busy when he surprised me and brought over a cup of coffee and helped me put my jacket on so we could leave together.” She was omitting the part where he claimed they were seeing each other. Was she embarrassed?? Did she not want to be seen by her friends with a half-demon?

“Oh shit--a woman?? Who?” Miroku smirked.

“Kikyo,” Inuyasha informed dryly.

“Oh reallllllly. And you just--blew her off?”

“I wasn’t about to let the flea bag exploit her.”

“Even if it did ruin your chances at getting back together with the woman you love?” Miroku smirked leadingly. He was going to fucking kill him if he ever returned home.

“Shut up, Miroku.”

“Miroku, I feel bad enough Inuyasha had embarrassed himself by saying he was with me--” Kagome started before Sango emerged from behind her and shoved her.

“What did we talk about Kagome?” Sango said sternly.

“I’m… pretty?”

“And?”

“Any guy would be lucky to have me…” She said it as though there was dirt in her mouth. What the fuck did he walk into?

“That’s right,” Sango nodded her approval. “Hey Yash. What’s up? What did I miss?”

Miroku filled Sango on what was going on as Kagome shrugged out of her coat and downed the rest of her coffee. Inuyasha was drawn to her. Did she put a spell on him? She did exude some reiki--not as much as Kikyo but maybe she had it under more control than his ex.

“That slimy, twisted, asshole--”

“However, it seems Inuyasha acted like they were dating,” he said as he raised his eyebrow. Oh that fucker was sooooooo dead.

“Oh!!! That's wonderful! So we will let you guys get on your date then,” she winked at Kagome who began to protest. Sango obviously didn’t care or wasn’t listening as she tugged Miroku who was smirking at him. Son of a bitch.

Once they were out the door, Kagome exhaled in defeat.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for them to put you in this situation,” she said quietly.

“You’re the one stuck with a half-breed,” he spat. She flinched. And then he felt like an asshole.

“What?? Don’t call yourself that! There’s nothing wrong with who you are,” she said as she made her way to the kitchen.

“Yea yea, tell that to the rest of the world.”

“The rest of the world doesn’t matter; it only matters what you think. You have friends who seem like they care about you, too. Does it really matter what everyone else thinks?” She asked as she grabbed two bottles of water and proceeded to stroll over to the couch and sit down.

He just realized he was still awkwardly standing in her entry way when she motioned for him to join her. Taking his coat off, he hung it next to hers and then slowly approached her couch. He sat on the other side to give her some space.

Her eyes looked disappointed as she handed him a water. Why? Or was he imagining it? Or did he wish to honestly see that? Son of a bitch.

“So… did you want to watch tv?” She asked awkwardly.

“That’s fine,” he agreed, trying to break the tension.

She handed him the remote which surprised him. It was her house and he was the one who was kind of imposing. Or at least that’s how he felt. He turned on a movie. Of course it was The Proposal. Of fucking course it was a fake engagement movie.

“So… uhm…” she stammered biting her lip. Damnit she needed to stop doing that before he lost control and tasted the fucking thing himself.

He also noted to himself that he was going to find a girl. That night. Because this intense desire and crazy amount of longing for intimacy was pushing him to the brink of insanity.

“What?” He bit out harshly. Much harsher than he intended but he was fucking frustrated at this point. Her scent was covering him. Her presence was domineering. He needed to take a minute. Swallow his pride. Call his goddamn brother.

“I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk,” she mumbled. Andddddddd now she was crying. He was an asshole. Before he could stop himself, he reached over and grabbed her chin to make her look at him. And then he nuzzled her cheek.

What. Was. He. Doing?!?!? Why was his demon half so--so-- Yea he needed to call Sesshomaru.

“Inuyasha?”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m just-- do you mind if I make a call really quick? I need to check in with someone,” he said in anonymity. She didn’t need to know he was calling a jackass to ask why he was going crazy.

“Oh my gosh! Did you have to cancel plans because of me?! I’m so sorry! Please, feel free to use my bedroom, bathroom wherever!”

“Keh, no, no, it isn’t a big deal. I’ll just be a second. I’m going outside real quick. I was gonna test something with that wolf anyway,” he said, pulling his face back from her cheek which was now a dusty rose. He bet it would look even better with sweat dripping from it and her eyes half glazed over from lust---and for fuck’s sake!!!!

He leapt over the couch in an instant and opened and closed the door to the porch without further explanation. Grabbing his cellphone out of his pocket he quickly dialed Sesshomaru’s number and sat on the railing to the little deck they had outside of their apartment. He took in the scents and realized the wolf was likely inside still. He was waiting for his prey to exit the apartment. Or rather, for him to leave.

“Takahashi.”

“For fuck’s sake do you not look at the caller ID?”

“Greetings, little brother. What can I assist you with today?”

“You sound chipper.”

“It’s because you’re on speaker and he knows he needs to be nice in front of your nephew,” a feminie voice chimed in.

“Hey Rin,” Inuyasha smirked.

“Hello brother! We miss you! Don’t we, Sesshomaru?”

“What is it you need, little brother? We are a little busy.”

“With my new nephew? I’m sure the brat has you running all over the place.”

“Indeed; he is crawling and finding his way into everything in sight,” Sesshomaru admitted begrudgingly.

“Touga!!! No!!” He heard Rin yell before stammering steps along with a very mischievous giggle. Little monster was definitely giving them trouble. He reminded himself to buy him a very nice Christmas gift.

“Like that for instance…” Sesshomaru sighed.

“You obviously wanted this. You can smell when Rin is in heat,” Inuyasha added.

“Yes, yes, now again, what do you need, Inuyasha?”

“How… how did you know Rin was your mate?”

“The fact you ask that question tells me you met yours.”

“Or I’ve just gone crazy, you jackass.”

“I can assure you that is what it is like,” Sesshomaru said.

“Look, I’m not even sure how to approach this--”

“You dated that miserable woman for quite a few years and you are informing me you have no idea how to court a woman?”

“Shut up asshole. Not like that-- I mean-- We just met. She had a wolf demon trying to hit on her and I acted instinctively and pretended we were dating. And now I’m at her place.”

“Awwww, what a fun story,” Rin chimed in.

“Not really. How do you go from fake dating to actually dating?”

“Tell her she’s your--”

“Rin. I did not tell you that you were mine.”

“Well yea, but I knew. You hated everyone except me.” Inuyasha could literally hear the twinkle in her eyes. And he completely agreed. The asshole hated everyone and everything until she came along and softened up his heart. It was obvious.

“I advise you to get to know her--allow her to get to know you. Actually ask her out,” Sesshomaru replied evenly.

“That’s a good idea too,” Rin cheered.

“Sess… uhm… what about us--”

“TOUGA NO!!!!” Rin cried.

“You have a moment now brother for your sexual question.”

“You already know it, so spill. What the fuck do I do? I can’t stop thinking about her!”

“Practice your self control. Touching her will help alleviate some of your pull towards her. I advise you not to be around her during the full moon. Unless you’ve made progress in the next week that is.”

“I can literally hear your smirk,” Inuyasha groaned.

“Sesshomaru?? Are you teasing him??” Rin questioned returning to the phone.

“Yea, punish him,” Inuyasha grinned.

“Mmmmm, maybe I will,” Rin replied happily.

“Ew. Goodbye. Thanks asshat. Thank you Rin.”

“Take care Inu!” Rin responded before the phone hung up.

Inuyasha sighed. At least he got some answers. Some advice. He could use it. Now he needed to change the fake dating to… real dating. But was he really ready for that? He was doing some really weird, shit he had never done when he was with Kikyo.

He never let himself use his demonic instincts with her. It wasn't that she hadn’t realized he was a half demon like he could actually hide that tidbit. But he could tell she didn’t like his claws, she never touched his ears, and she did not like him biting her, let alone licking her. He originally thought maybe that was why she wanted to explore; the fact their sex was rather… vanilla. But he had thought that was what she wanted since she deterred anything else.

Now his instincts were all over the fucking place. One thing was clear though; he needed to be around this girl.

Returning inside he saw her biting the fucking lip again until she turned to meet him and smiled softly.

“Everything okay?”

“Yea, I was just talking to my brother, his wife, and their pup.”

“Oh that’s so nice. I’m sorry if I made you cancel those plans,” she apologized.

“Nah, they have their hands full. Pup’s learning to crawl. Amongst other things,” he smirked remembering the loud crash that played over the phone along with Sesshomaru’s exasperation.

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“So… tell me about yourself.” Smooth. Real smooth.

“Oh--uhm--... well this is my first year here. Dorms were full when I finally picked a school but luckily they were okay with me rooming with Sango in her apartment.”

“Couldn't’ decide where to go?”

“Honestly I was avoiding the guy I had been seeing in high school.”

“What’s with you and guys not taking no for an answer?”

“Hahaha, you got me,” she laughed nervously. “But he finally picked and so I picked here. Thankfully I really wanted to come here anyway since Sango was here.”

“What’s your major?”

“Education--I want to be a elementary school teacher. I love kids.”

His inner demon was probably going to explode. Swallowing he shifted on the couch so his leg lightly touched her own. That bastard was right; it did help a little bit.

“That’s uh--cool.”

“What about you?”

“Engineering. I like to use my hands and shit. Not so good with the words and stuff.”

“Hahaha, you seem to be doing okay to me,” she smiled brightly. Damn. She was fucking goregous.

“Yea, it’s not an all the time thing so don’t get used to it.”

“What?” Oh fuck. Yea, shouldn’t have said that. Point proven. Dumb dog not good with words.

“I meant if you, ya know, wanna keep this going so the wolf doesn’t keep trying shit on ya,” he explained blushing.

“O-oh, but… You don’t have to do that. I don’t want to put you out or anything. I know you just broke up with Kikyo. Miroku told me a little about everything… I’m sure you want to go sow some wild oats or whatever.” Nope just yours. Damnit.

“Nah; I’m not that type of guy. What about you? Would I be holding you back from anything?”

“Oh no. I uh--” her blush was so distracting. So beautiful. So hot. “I wasn’t sure I was ready for all that. I’ve only dated one guy and he was… uh-- gosh this sounds so mean but boring. He was so nice, and attentive and just a great guy but there was no--SPARK!”

“Huh. Sorry to hear that,” he mumbled as he actually wasn’t that sorry. It gave him the opportunity to woo her. Okay, he needed to not talk or hang out with Miroku anymore.

“Alright; sounds like we’re stuck with each other.”

“You don't need to say it like that. Honestly, I appreciate your help but--”

“Do you not want to be seen with me?”

“What?!? That’s not it at all! I figured after dating someone as gorgeous and beautiful as Kikyo you’d be bored with someone as blah as me! E-Even if we’re not actually dating. You know what I mean.”

“Trust me. You’re an upgrade. You have five times the personality as she does. Also, not to be crude, but ten times the body.”

He smirked at her hot and heavy flush and… oh fuck. The scent of her cinnamon spicy arousal was just almost too much for him to bear. He had to think. Quickly. He stretched his arm over the back of the couch and kissed her forehead.

“But this isn’t--” Fuck he couldn’t even say it wasn’t real because to him it was. “We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. But we have plenty of excuses to see each other. Sorry I’ve made you the third wheel with horny and the princess.”

“It’s fine. I understand--Miroku said Kikyo was very important to you but you’d come around,” she said as she twirled her hair nervously.

"What else he tell ya?"

"Nothing." That was far too quick an answer.

"Try again; I smell lies just as well as the flea bag downstairs."

"Just that… Oh Gods you're going to kill him."

"Already on my to do list."

"Just you're a big puppy and he'd think we'd be good friends. We’d be good for each other, ya know? Both kinda fresh out of breakups and, yea..." Yep. He was dead. D.E.A.D.

"He's not wrong but neither are you.  He is dead. The moment he walks into our apartment again."

"So… we're gonna just uhh, keep fake dating?"

"Sure. Get to know each other.  Maybe even branch into actually being friends. Who knows, where it could lead." He hadn’t meant to say that.  Damnit.

"I uh, I'd like that," she admitted.

His heart stopped. She would like that? Really? This beautiful feisty little kitten would wanna go out with him? He looked down at her and she was smiling nervously with that damn bottom lip in-between her teeth. He bet his cock would look just as good as--

Nope. Not yet.

XxxxxxxxxxxxX

It'd been a good couple of weeks. The farce was well taken by everyone.  No one batted an eye. Well, no one but Kikyo and Koga.

Inuyasha had taken to walking Kagome to and from classes. They still stopped and got coffee, usually getting it to go since the wolf was present--waiting. They often ended up watching movies after their day was done at her place. Studied at the library together. They went out to dinner here and there but usually ate at home with their friends.

Even though it looked like to others it was going fast, it was oddly perfect to them. Even if it wasn't all true.

But in the weeks they had shared together, he learned almost everything he could about her. While she was content with companionable silence, she also was not one to hide anything. He learned about her family, likes, dislikes, pet peeves, history with men in general. He still hadn’t really figured out why she was so self-conscious but she stopped that around him.

He definitely classified them as friends at that point. He also honestly considered them dating. Even though maybe she didn’t. He was too afraid to ask. Especially when things were going so well.

She never seemed bothered by the intimacy--even behind closed doors. He always had his arm around her shoulders, their legs close and brushing against each other. He often kissed her lightly on the crown of her head, temple, sometimes even got ballsy enough to kiss her cheek. She has reciprocated a couple times out in public, but there was what was confusing. Why not when they were alone? Or at least correct him? But what was odd was the fact she sank into his chest as he held her shoulders, twirled his hair in her fingers, and when he did kiss her on the cheek, she’d smiled this beautiful nervous grin. Like he had told her he loved her.

Which he hadn’t. Not yet. But fuck, he did.

And it was crazy.

Another week passed, their routine remained the same. But he knew he was forgetting something…

They were out for a stroll after their dinner at a casual restaurant. She had decided on burgers and fries. Her go-to meal before a stressful exam or presentation. He already knew she’d regret it later and curl into his side moaning about how her stomach hurt. Yea, he didn’t like she put herself through that but fuck, if he didn’t love being the one to comfort her.

The sun was just setting when he felt it. He stopped mid stride by the fountain in the park. She glanced at him, still holding his hand and looked worried.

“Inuyasha?”

“Damnit, I completely forgot…”

“What’s wrong???”

“You’ll see in a second,” he grimaced. He felt his aura drain, his ears shift down, his claws and fangs shorten, even his hair tingled as it turned midnight black while the sun disappeared. He opened his now-violet eyes and saw Kagome gape at him fearfully.

She released his hand and went right for the ears--fuck they were just as sensitive in this form as his other. “Oh my Gods!! Are you alright?!? What happened??? Did I purify you??”

“Relax Kagome, this happens every new moon. I just forgot tonight was that time in the lunar cycle. You keep me so distracted.”

“Oh Gods… I’m so sorry,” she said, tearing up.

“What?? What's wrong??”

“I-I-I messed up your schedule.”

“Hey, it’s fine,” he said brushing his hands against her eyes, catching her tears. “I love spending time with you.” Oh fuck. He forgot his mouth ran away with him while he was human. Stupid human emotions.

“Y-You do?”

“Of course, you idiot. Why on earth would I be with you night and day if I didn’t?”

“I-I mean--” she looked nervous.

“Yea?” He pressed.

“O-Our arrangement.”

“You really think--”

“I knew you were faking everything,” a voice came from behind them. Inuyasha turned and pushed Kagome behind him.

“Kikyo, what are you doing here?” He asked, less than pleased by her appearance. Not that she really altered his feelings about Kagome. No, if anything it oddly made them so much clearer. He had originally thought if he was human it would have jumbled things up, but it only made his feelings for Kagome clearer.

“I wanted to see if I could talk to you after you dropped her off this evening.”

“Have you been following us?” Kagome asked, slightly horrified.

“Of course I have you stupid girl. He’s my boyfriend. I needed to make sure he didn’t cheat on me.”

Kagome tried to distance herself from him but he wouldn’t let her. He gripped tightly onto her hip and growled slightly.

“Inuyasha,” Kikyo said warningly.

“No Kikyo. We broke up. Correction: you broke up with me. I moved on. I’m sorry you think we are still together for some odd delusional reason but even though I’m human tonight that doesn’t mean that you’ll persuade me into getting back together with you. I’m with Kagome. End of story.”

“I overheard your conversation, Inuyasha. You have an ‘arrangement’.”

“One of which we are dating. So mind your own business,” he glowered.

“Inuyasha--” Kagome started before Inuyasha turned to face her.

“Let’s go,” he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“Inuyasha! Another step and we are completely through! I will forgive this act but if you leave--”

“Don’t forgive me then. Kagome’s friendship is more important than a fake relationship with you.”

They walked in silence back to Kagome’s place until they got to her door. She dug in her bag for her keys and she was trembling. What could she be upset about?

“What’s wrong Kagome?” He asked, stilling her shaking hands with his own.

“I--I never wanted you to have to choose.”

“Yea well, she did. Even then though, it was you. Your friendship has meant more to me than our relationship ever has…”

“You’re being… really honest. Open. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yea, just human,” he snorted.

“What does that mean?” She asked as she finally unlocked the door leading the way into her apartment.

“It means my emotions are freer now. That I say more shit without thinking-- actually that part is no different. It just means shit I usually hide or am reluctant to share often comes up like word vomit now.”

“Oh,” she pondered. “Would it be mean if we played twenty questions then?”

That beautiful smirk she gave lit up his heart. And cock. Wait--he was human. He could control this better now. Sort of. Maybe. Damnit. Humans were hornier than demons. But he wasn’t compelled… Damnit would he ever not be screwed?

“It would but I won’t be opposed if it’ll make you happy.”

“Do… you mean that?”

“Question 1--yes. I do.”

“Hahaha, okay,” she laughed bouncing down on the couch. “Question 2-- why do you wanna make me happy?”

“Uhm…” he blushed hotly. “Because you’re my fr-friend.”

“Why’d you stutter?”

“That counts--because you are my friend. It makes me nervous to admit that.”

“Why?”

“You would ask all the why questions… Because it means you’re important to me.”

It was her turn to flush when she pried again, “Why does that make you nervous though?”

“It means I could lose you,” he confessed.

“I’m not Kikyo though… You won’t lose me,” she said breathily. Oh fuck she was right there in front of him.

“Not now, but eventually. Demons have different life spans.”

“What do you mean?”

“We live longer, don’t get sick, all that stuff…”

“How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-six--I was born this century. My father though, he was centuries old before he died.”

“How’d he die?”

“Freak priestess accident. My mother never really talked about it. I never asked about it.”

“What about your mother?”

“She died of cancer.”

“She--she didn’t take your father’s lifespan?”

“Are you asking if they mated?”

“Uhm, if that’s what it’s called?”

“She did--that’s why she got cancer and died early. Or at least that’s what the doctors said.”

Her tears hurt him. He didn’t want her pity. “Hey, don’t cry--”

“I’m sorry, I just-- I’m so sorry. I didn’t know and--”

“Shhhh,” he said, pulling her into a full embrace. She buried her head into his sweater and just cried. She was just crying for him. There was no pity. It was like she was shedding the tears he never allowed himself to cry. Her empathy held no bounds. He was so screwed. The love he held for her only grew that night.

Especially when she fell asleep in his arms and he carried her to bed. She muttered his name so softly and whined at the loss of his contact. He leaned down to kiss her forehead just before her eyes opened tentatively. He almost missed it; but he saw those beautiful carmel eyes flutter right before they squeezed shut again. If he had his demon sense he would have been able to see it better. To hear her heart rate and breathing. To be able to just confess.

But it was the new moon and he was still a coward. He didn’t want to hear the potential no in her answer about actually dating. The fluster from her about being his mate.

Smiling, he pressed his lips to forehead like he had planned. Then he did the only thing he was brave enough to do at the moment-- he lightly pressed his lips to hers and then quickly left the room before she could reveal to him she was awake.

He was so fucked.

XxxxxxxxxxxX

It was a couple days after that he ended up meeting Kagome at the coffee shop because he had a final that ran longer than he originally thought. He immediately regretted it having smelt the wolf the moment he opened the coffee house door.

Kagome locked eyes with him from their booth and smiled brightly. She waved him over happily. He almost forgot Koga was there--sitting in his spot across from her. He was fucking livid.

“Inuyasha! How’d your final go?” She asked as if Koga was not just sitting there glaring at him.

“Fine,” he clipped. Her brown eyes blinked at him and she tilted her head in confusion from his shortness.

“Here--I got your favorite,” she proceeded pushing his cup to him as she scooted in the booth. Making room for him. He smirked. Show time.

“Thanks babe,” he said sitting next to her wrapping his arm around her. As she turned back to look at Koga he got cocky. He wanted the wolf to know his place in Kagome’s life. Just a friend. Inuyasha was her man. Even if it wasn’t completely official yet. But Koga didn’t need to know that tidbit.

He grabbed her chin and initially she looked confused. Then understanding dawned on her as he lowered his mouth to hers. He saw her eyes widen before they fell to half-mast before he closed his and kissed her. Whoa. He thought her breath was enticing but fuck. She tasted like cherry candy. It took everything not to swipe his tongue along that lip of hers… EVERYTHING.

Pulling back he heard the tiniest whimper of disappointment from her, making him grin all the more. When she opened her glazed over eyes, she stared at him like she was begging him for more. The clearing of a throat across from them broke the spell and while he growled in annoyance she flushed from embarrassment. She proceeded to press her head into his chest, which he didn’t complain about in the slightest. Though he could see the anger and jealousy rolling off Koga in waves.

The conversation was obviously shortened with his presence but Kagome in no way shape or form felt uncomfortable. If anything, it was the opposite. She was beyond comfortable. The happiness she exuded rolled off of her in waves. He could tell the wolf wasn’t exactly excited about it either. But he didn’t say anything. They merely talked about their classes. What they were doing during their winter break. So on and so forth.

On their walk back to her place, he noticed she was biting her lip. More than usual. He wasn’t really sure why. When they finally got there, she invited him like usual and then disrobed her coat and made her way to the couch. She paused and turned to face him as he turned around from taking off his jacket.

“What’s up?” He asked, finally getting slightly irritated from the aura she was exuding.

“Uh--can I ask you something?”

“Yea?”

“It’s about… us.”

“Uh huh… well, spill then.”

“Do… do you like me?”

“What kind of dumb question is that? Of course I like you. We’re friends.” That was probably an asshole answer but it answered the question in the vagueness he needed to convey. He didn’t want to freak her out--it has been maybe a month. He didn’t know he had been in love with Kikyo for a year. Yea, mates were different but shit--she was still human.

“That’s not--ugh! That’s not exactly what I meant. I meant do you like me?”

“Why are you asking me that?”

“I just don’t want to misread things,” she admitted.

“What would you be misreading?”

“Inuyasha you’ve kissed me twice now! I just--I want to know! Do. You. Like. ME?!”

“So you were awake!!”

“You knew?!?”

“Yea!! You slammed your eyes closed so quick and hard I was expecting you to have fucking whiplash!”

“And you kissed me anyway?!! Why!?!”

“Are you that fucking stupid!?” He questioned stepping towards her until they were maybe a foot apart.

“I just want to know!!! I don’t want to be heartbroken because you don’t love me like I love you!!!” Her eyes widened and she muttered, “Shit.” She turned around and tried to walk away but he grabbed her and swung her back around.

“You’re an idiot,” he smirked down at her blanched face.

“Excuse me?!”

“I thought I was being obvious--at least for me! Do you think I go around walking with my arm slung domestically on any girl? Do you think I kiss anyone on the crown of their head? Do you think I kiss anyone??? Does that sound anything like me at all? Use your fucking head.”

“Inuyasha--stop dodging the question!!!’

“Fine I fucking love you too! I was drawn to you the moment I saw you in the coffee shop and smelt your distress. Wanna know why??? Because you’re my fucking mate! But you’re a human! I didn’t want to freak you out, scare you away, and ruin my only chance with you. That’s why I went along with the fake dating, that’s why I wanted to get to know you, and fuck it’s the main reason I can’t seem to not fucking want to touch you!!! Happy now?!?!”

She grabbed his tendrils and pulled his face down to hers; she kissed the absolute fuck outta him. Holy. Shit. She actually made the move. She was kissing him. And by Gods was it the best damn kiss he ever had.

He felt her tongue press demandingly against his lips and he eagerly let her in. She roamed his mouth and it took all he had not to slam her against the wall and rut the shit outta her. Especially when she moaned when she stroked his fang. Her extra spicy scent came alive and she was clinging to him like a freakin’ spider monkey. Her hands were wrapped around his neck, woven in his hair, and her thick perfect muscular thighs were entangled in his own legs. He should slow this down right? Give her an option. Because anything further he won’t be able to stop. His cock was already pressing into her abdomen--soon to be her sex if she continued to try and climb him like a fucking tree. Not that he minded. It was hotter than the seventh hell.

He pushed her away and whimpered. WHIMPERED. What was she doing to him??

“Kagome--we don’t have to--”

“Shut up please--I’ve wanted you from day 1. But originally this was-- well I actually don’t know what it was because clearly it wasn’t fake. Even though it was. I don’t know. But for the love of God pleaseeeeeeee stop talking and being rational for---however long it takes to have sex and just--”

He interrupted her by slamming his mouth back into hers and swallowed her loud moan. Lifting her up with ease, his cock aligned with her clit. His hips were thrusting into hers. She was grinding into him. Fuck. It was like he was a goddamn virgin all over again. He thought he was going to blow his load right then.

But the last thing he needed to do was fuck her right here on the couch. No--Miroku and Sango would be back for dinner probably within the next hour. If it was gonna happen, they needed to get to her bedroom. That way, he could try to keep her quiet until dinner was fully cooked as he ravished her beautiful body for the next couple of hours.

She was a virgin. She deserved the fucking best.

He carried her to the bedroom and slowly lowered her onto the bed, following so their bodies never lost contact. His mouth devoured her in a way he had never kissed anyone before. He was nipping her, suckling her, shit. She really didn’t care that he was a half demon.

That’s when it dawned on him where her crafty little hands were headed. The moment he felt her dainty soft fingers caress his ears. That's when the rumble came. He was fucking blissed out. If he could, he’d lay here all night. Fuck dinner. Fuck sleep. Fuck anything that had literally nothing to do with them not touching.

Her giggle brought him back to consciousness.

“Too good?” She purred. Goddamn. She should be against the law. She was too much.

“Fuck--you’re never gonna leave this bed.”

“Mmmmm, good. I don’t want to if that means you’ll stay here.”

“Deal,” he said, diving back on her. He took his mouth and moved it down her jaw. Then her neck, then--oh shit they still had clothes on. That could be easily fixed. “Do you like this shirt?”

“Huh?” Oh good--at least he had the same intoxicating effect on her as she did on him.

“Shirt--do you like it?”

“I’m confused by the question,” she admitted pressing his face back into the junction between her neck and shoulder. Keh. That was all he really needed for an answer. His claws ripped through her shirt and his hands immediately began kneading and tugging on her breasts.

“Ahhhhhh, Inu---Gods,” she wailed.

“Like that Ka-Go-Me?”

“Yesssss,” she whined writhing beneath him. Her hips were stick bucking up against his. He knew what she needed. His ears stood at attention as his hand dipped between them and his fingers sunk into her moist folds.

Her breath hitched as she whined pitifully as he toyed with her clit. He pinched, circle, kneaded, and pressed hard seeing what action would push her over the edge. The mixture of the moments seemed to be doing it though--she was panting. Between her nipple being squeezed, her neck being ravished by his teeth and tongue, and her nub being stimulated she was lost to the world around her.

“Cum for me, Kagome,” he demanded softly into her ear before taking the lobe between his teeth and yanking softly.

Her cry was fucking magical. Musical. She should be a goddamn singer. Shit. They needed to get rid of some clothing. Scratch that; they needed to get rid of all their clothing. He toyed with her a little more until she fully came back and was kissing his cheek. He withdrew his hand and toyed with the button on her jeans. She helped him by taking over and unbuttoning. He finished unzipping and pushed them down with her help as she arched off the bed. If that was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

He undid his own pants as he sat up slowly, pulling away from her wandering hands. He was shocked when he pulled his shirt over his head and saw her sitting there with him. Her hands refused to cease their movements as she traced the lines of his abs. He groaned but wanted her to explore. Trying to remain still, he realized her breasts were still encased in her bra.

“Do you like that bra?” He smirked cheekily.

“It’s a set--I’ll take it off,” she huffed, annoyed that she was going to have to stop her ministrations. He chuckled and set forth taking off his jeans and boxers by rising from the bed. Her eyes were like saucers as she stared at his twitching cock.

“Like what you see?” he asked, trying to break the tension. She didn’t answer. Was she scared? Turned off? He was pretty sure he looked normal…

She startled him when she was on the edge of her bed and slowly extended her hand to stroke him. He flinched initially which made her retract her hand. Shaking off his shock, he pulled her hand back to touch him. OH fuck. Had he ever had sex? Did he dream about losing his virginity?? Fuck her hand was amazing. He was nervous now to enter her. Maybe he should let her get round one out of the way first. Honestly he definitely should be getting round two started for her to make sure she was wet enough to enter her without totally hurting her.

Her hand continued its work until suddenly he felt it encased with wet fucking heat. Her mouth. Her mouth was on his goddamn fucking dick. Holy Gods. Shit. Fuck. Don’t stop. Wait--did he say that out loud? Likely not coherently. It probably was a gurgling sound mixed with her name. Maybe even syllables. He wasn’t sure. Nothing was actually processing that well when her fucking tongue was swirling around his tip and licking off the pre-cum that leaked out.

He needed to focus. He didn’t want her to choke on his cock. Even though her little breathy wet sounds on were literally killing him, he honestly didn’t want to hurt her or make her gag. He needed to control himself and NOT thrust. Nope. Self-control. Self--

Her teeth were scrapping him. Oh for fuck’s sake. He tapped her and muttered cuming. Or at least he thought that’s what he said. It could have been that he was a cat. That perfect little mouth, her slender tiny hands that were cupping his balls were making him forget his damn name.

She hummed and that officially did him in. He exploded in her mouth, his hands threaded through her hair, and he gently pushed himself back and forth in his mouth as she drank him in. All of him. And that was fucking hot enough to keep him hard.

But he needed to take care of her next. He officially owed her like ten orgasms. Because that was his best one he had ever fucking had.

Oh, and the little crafty little vixen looked up at him with eyes so full of mayhem then licked her lips. Yea, nope, he had to wipe that little smirk off her mouth.

He pushed her back onto her back on the bed and then took her underwear by the sides and slid them down her legs. Once they were fully down, he began kissing up her calves, licking and nipping her thighs until he laid between them and pulled them up over her shoulders.

“Please, Inuyasha,” she begged.

“Only because you said please,” he replied before licking between her folds. She cried out blissfully. Gods, she was so sensitive. He was loving it. To be fair, she made him melt like butter in heat too. Maybe that was the power of mateship.

He used his tongue to penetrate her first making her whimper and arch off the back. Barely holding in his laugh, he held her hip firmly in one hand. His other hand took his tongue’s place as he shifted to circle her jewel. He inserted one finger first, then two, then finally three until she was pulsing around him. Her whimpers, whines, groans, begging kept him almost unbearably hard. He found himself grinding himself into her mattress for some relief. Once she came he was going to fuck her. He had to. Well, after he asked her--one last time.

Speaking the action into life, she came with a scream of his name. Fucking. Music. To. His. Ears. He maintained contact with his fingers as he slunk his way back up to her mouth and kissed her back to life.

Once she was responding and humming her approval, he retracted his finger and paused in his actions.

“Are you sure about this Kagome?”

“Inuyasha please, I need you. I want you so badly it hurts,” she pleaded.

“This isn’t--”

“Oh my God why am I begging you to have sex with me???” She was actually crying. He needed to calm her down. Jesus Christ.

“Hey hey, it’s not that I don’t want to. Trust me--I want to. Fuck do I want you, Kagome. You’re perfect. I just didn’t want to rush you--this--I know how this shit started. I just didn’t wanna put you out.”

“We love each other right??”

“I mean--yes--”

“Then how are we rushing,” she breathed, kissing him gently. That kiss was all the encouragement he needed. He lined up to her entrance and slowly poked to make sure she was serious. That she wouldn’t stop him. If anything, he felt her try to edge downward to take him in making him chuckle.

He finally snapped his hips forward and destroyed her hyman. After swallowing her gasp and cry, he removed his mouth and roamed her face kissing her cheeks, temples, forehead and then laved her tears that spilled from her eyes.

She finally twisted, albeit a little awkwardly, as if she was trying to get used to the feeling of being so full of him, and then groaned. Yep. Nope. He couldn’t control the buck he sent back in reply even if he wanted to. Her moan of reply was enough to make him keep going.

Her hot little body responded to every thrust he gave her with her own. He began picking up pace and he was shocked she was able to keep up with him. But her whimpers told him it wasn’t enough. He had never tried this, but, then again, he was doing a lot of things with Kagome he had never tried before.

He moved his hands that had been cradling her face to her thighs and lifted her ass off the mattress and sat up. Her answering wail and hands clenching onto his arms were enough to keep him going. He felt her walls tightening on his hard cock that was thrusting in and out of her tight area. Watching what he was doing to her was almost too much--but she was close. Luckily, he had large enough hands where he merely had to just adjust to use one of his thumbs while keeping a tight grip on her hips to press against her swollen overly sensitive and excited nub. Two strokes was all it took until her walls were clamping down on him and her voice was being sung to the neighbors upstairs and downstairs of her apartment.

He moved one arm to swing around her back so she sitting atop him as he kept fucking her. He buried his head into her neck and groaned.

“Kagome--I’m gonna--”

“Come for me,” she panted.

“I’m gonna mark you--” he gritted out of his elongated fangs. His only response was a moan as she shifted to tilt her bare open neck towards his mouth. Fuck. Did he mention she was absolutely in every way shape and form perfect?

He clamped down on her neck and drove himself into her one final time before he came inside her. When he finally came down from his orgasm, he realized her mark had been cleaned and shown like the demonic markings he had on his cheeks.

“Kagome?”

“Hmmm?” she hummed happily stroking his cheek to bring his face to hers.

“Are you okay?”

“Mhmmmm,” she purred, kissing him. Fuck. He was perfectly screwed.

They spent the next hour strengthening their newly formed bond. He kept trying to swallow her groans, moans, wails, whatever she gave but he began failing because she brought out his own.

They finally emerged for dinner with a very brightly blushing Sango and a wickedly smirking Miroku. Kagome was bashful but Inuyasha only expelled confidence and pride. At dinner, they chatted, confirmed what they had done, and decided a celebration was in order.

What started out as a charade, ended with the most real thing Inuyasha had ever felt in his life. Kagome. The most perfect woman he could have ever had the pleasure of calling his.  

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Suit and Tie - 003

Pairing: Ceo!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Synopsis: You’re good at your job as the Secretary in The White Wolf Enterprise for years now, with a great set of friends and co-workers and a really hot boss, James Buchanan Barnes. You have a pretty decent work-relationship with him, even if you have to use all of your strength and self-control to not jump on him at every chance you get. Nothing exciting is really going on with your life, until your boss himself decides to spice things up a bit.

Themes throughout the series: Smut, angst, fluff, slight dom!bucky x sub!reader (nothing too crazy..), there’s probably going to be more as the story progresses

Warnings this chapter: Voyeurism, masturbation

SERIES MASTERLIST  Teaser  001  002 

“Oh god, It’s beautiful!” 

Your eyes shine brightly, taking in the heavenly tropical view of vibrant blue water and white sand. You look up to see the bright green palm trees perfectly contrasting with the clear blue skies. The sight is breathtaking and you wonder if this is what heaven looks like. 

Bucky observes you with a soft smile on his face, feeling warm just seeing you so excited and happy. At that moment, he knew he’ll do anything to keep that look on your face. 

“it is, isn’t it?” He agrees with you, but he doesn’t really care about the view you’re referring to. He’s been to Barbados before as well as other countries that looked better than this, but nothing compares to how he saw you. 

While you’re busy looking at the area, Bucky takes the opportunity to really take you in. His eyes travel from your face and down to your body, protected by a white sundress thats still shows a bit of your cleavage from the low neckline, leaving the rest to his imagination. (Which he had imagined, plenty.) 

With the sun kissing your skin, you look divine. He starts to worry that this might be a bad idea; bringing you with him to an island, alone in his beach house wearing the least bit of clothing most fitting for the hot weather. How can he possibly control himself for 4 full days when you look like that? 

He then shows you around his beach house and  to your room which is right across his. Even his house looks so cozy and breezy with the perfect view of the beach. You feel a little bit guilty for feeling so relaxed when you’re really there for work. But you know, it won’t hurt to indulge a little. 

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes. It really is beautiful here.” You smile up at him. In the flight to Barbados in his private jet, you have been working on an upcoming project, and he’s kind enough to make you rest for the whole day. 

“Y/N, call me Bucky. It seems a little unfit for you to call me that in such a relaxing setting.” He grins. 

You chuckle, agreeing with him. Your heart warms at the thought of how casual this is. You have been working with him for years, and you’ve grown close, but nothing really went past the work dynamic. 

The relaxed smile on your face masks the whirl of emotions you’re feeling at how good he looks. The usual suit and tie he wears already makes you go crazy, but this casual, laid-back unbuttoned dress shirt makes you lose it just as much. Maybe even more. 

“Thank you, Bucky.” 

- 

You decided to take a short nap for a while, and you wake up from the sound of knocking. You stretch while checking the time and see that is noon. Bucky is probably calling you for lunch. 

Still a little groggy from your nap, your feet lazily make its way towards the door. You yawn as you open the door and is met with Bucky who smiles at you almost apologetically, knowing that he woke you up. 

“Ooh.. I think I disturbed someone’s sleep.” He lightly teases with an eyebrow raised. You give him a playful glare and roll you eyes. 

“If you weren’t my boss, I would’ve beaten you up.” 

He chuckles, shaking his head, “I hope the good lunch we’re about to have can spare my life, then.” 

The sound of lunch –– a good lunch, made your stomach grumble. Your cheeks heat up and you smile sheepishly at him.

“Uh, I think your timing is perfect.” 

You both make your way to the table and your mouth waters at the sight of the amount of food on the table. There’s almost a little too much for the both of you, and you give Bucky an incredulous look. 

“How many people are you feeding?” You gape at him

 “I wasn’t sure what you’d want so,”  he simply shrugs, and gestures to the food. 

You shake your head, thanking him still, as you take a seat. You mentally remind yourself that this is Bucky’s normal; the same situation with the dress and jewelry he gifted you. He really splurges on extravagant things because he has the capability to, so you can’t really say anything. What you don’t know, however, is that a part of him really just wants to give you what’s best. 

Lunch went well, and you got to see a much more relaxed side of Bucky which you enjoyed. 

He’s a very intimidating man; perhaps it comes with the power and the way he carries himself as a CEO. But once you get to really spend time with him, you experience his charming and humorous side. You start to wonder what other sides of Bucky Barnes you’ll come across in the next few days. 

“By the way,” Bucky stands, grabbing another box sitting on the counter and hands it to you, “we can check out the beach later at sunset. The view is phenomenal; you’d like it for sure.” 

Confused, you questionably eye the box, unsure of what it is for. He’s not giving you more gifts, is he? 

“Bucky... What’s that for?” 

He glances at the box, furrowing his brows before realizing how strange this probably is for you; him handing you a random box midday. 

“Oh right,” he chuckles,”I realized that I didn’t really tell you to pack swimsuits –– maybe you did, I don’t know, but just to be safe I had some ordered for you.” 

You gape at him with a million thoughts running through your head. Your uneasiness must be evident on your face as he looks at you with concern. Just as he was about to ask you if everything was okay, you beat him to it. 

“Bucky... I don’t think I should... I mean you’ve already given me enough these past few days from the dress and this whole thing.” You gesture at the luxurious house. You appreciate his gifts, really, but your overthinking nature gets the hold of this making you feel a little self-conscious. “I’m grateful for these, I can’t thank you enough. I just don’t want you to think that I’m ––” using him? Taking advantage of his wealth? You didn’t know how to exactly word it, but when his eye his soften, you figure that he understands your implication. 

“Y/N,” he says softly, “I admire you for your... humility and politeness, but you don’t have to worry. I want you to accept these, sweetheart, you deserve it.”  

Your heartbeat quickens at the casual nickname he dropped. It sounded so natural, as if he’d been calling you that in the past. Yet again, it’s probably nothing. There are some people who can casually use words of endearment and maybe he’s just one of them. 

“Thank you, Bucky. This is very thoughtful of you.” You shyly smile, still unsure of how to react with such affectionate gestures. You’re not very used to being treated so kindly, given your past toxic relationships. 

That’s my girl, he wants to say, but that would probably be too soon for that. Instead, he nods in approval and that alone was enough to have you preening. 

- 

You get ready to go to the beach while trying to pick the swimsuit to wear. You packed some of yours, but you figure that it would please Bucky if you wear what he had given you. Plus, they were a lot better than what you originally had. 

You can’t help but notice that all of the swimsuits he gave you were white. It’s perfect because white is actually your favorite color. Bucky doesn’t know that yet; he just really likes seeing you in white. The color is so pure and so innocent – perfect for you. 

You ended up picking a white one-piece with crocheted detailing along the neckline down to your chest. It isn’t too revealing, but it hugs your body perfectly and you feel confident wearing it.

Grabbing a cover up, you hear Bucky knock at your door to which you open immediately. A wave of shiver travels down your spine as Bucky moves his eyes along your body. You’re sure that he’s really just admiring his work – the suit on you, so you try not to dwell on it. 

But he isn’t. 

He’s admiring you. Fuck the swimsuit. It looks good on you, of course, but he’ll rather see you without it. 

He clenches his jaw, somehow hoping that it will relieve the tension he’s feeling. He’s aware that he’s basically eye-fucking you, but he can’t bring himself to look away. Unprofessional, maybe, but he doesn’t care. 

Bucky holds on to the last bit of self-control he has, and with all his willpower, clears his throat and looks back at you. Only to see that you’re also checking him out as well. 

He smirks, feeling less guilty as he catches you doing the same. He knows you’re both just practically dancing around each other, waiting to see who’ll break. (He also knows it’s him.) 

“Ready?” 

You glance back at him and you spot that familiar glint in his eye. Is it hunger? Desire? Whatever it is, you hope you can keep your composure. You cannot jeopardize your work, let alone your relationship with him. 

“Let’s go.” 

- 

The beach was incredible. 

What made it even better was seeing your insanely hot boss shirtless. And wet.  

You were so hot and bothered with just the thought of his defined chest and toned muscles against you that the heat of the sun could not compare. 

Your legs unconsciously press together as it tries to alleviate the tingling sensation between them. Your pussy clenches at the thought of him, and you’re so desperate that you can’t even bring it within yourself to be embarrassed. 

Which is why as soon as you reached his beach house, you hurriedly made your way to your bathroom to splash yourself with cold water. You look at yourself in the mirror with a flushed look on your face, unsure if it’s from the sun or your sinful thoughts. 

What’s wrong with you? 

You’ve had many thoughts about him in the past. Literally he has been the star of your imagination when you touch yourself. But this is different. He’s under the same roof as you, and it’s just a little too risky. 

Hearing a door close, you assume that he’s in his room. The sound makes you pause. 

You glance back at the mirror, your bedroom door, then your bed. 

With the pulsating pressure in your pussy, you won’t be surprised if the wetness trickling down your leg is from your own juices and not from the sea water. 

You both haven’t had dinner so you know that he will probably call you to eat. You’re not sure when, so you debate if you should give yourself some relief now or later. 

You clench once again. Clearly, you wouldn’t last that long. Sitting a few feet apart from him with completely drenched underwear is obviously not a good idea. 

Your gaze hardens at your bed before making your way to it. You can make it. You can bring yourself to your own climax fast. Lying down on the soft cool bed, you cover your mouth with your hand to muffle any sound you might make while the other travels down to cup your sex. 

Bucky can call for you any minute now, so you know you don’t have time to edge and tease yourself. You immediately get on it, rubbing fast circles around your clit with an image of Bucky hovering over you. Your hips buckle wildly against your hand, desperate for release. 

You’re so lost in your own thoughts and pleasure that you don’t hear the knocking outside your door. Bucky waits for a few minutes and starts to wonder if you’ve fallen asleep. He gently opens the door, peeking in and –

Holy. Fucking. Shit. 

He stands frozen by the door, eyes wide, knuckles turning white with his hard grip on the door handle. Talk about a great view. 

Bucky knows it’s wrong. He can’t just watch you pleasure yourself, it’s just inappropriate. But again, you make him do things he has never done before. The sight of your hand on your glistening pussy, looking abused with your back arched was phenomenal. His cock twitches his throat dries at the sight that will forever be imprinted on his mind. 

You gasp, eyes opening up at the ceiling as you feel the familiar coil in your belly snap. You shake through your orgasm, trying to keep your hand between as you rub through it. You’re still unaware of Bucky’s presence, too lost in your own pleasure to be aware of your surroundings. 

Bucky tries his absolute best to close the door, but just as soon as he was going to, he heard his name. He freezes, thinking that you caught him. Luckily, he spots a mirror adjacent to the bed and gives him a view of you. Your eyes are now closed, breathing heavily as you reach the end of your high. 

He takes rapid breaths when he realizes that you were fantasizing about him. 

And holy shit does he find that the hottest thing ever. 

He closes the door as he continues to catch his breath, back leaning against the wall right beside your room. For a moment, he finds himself in a daze and forgets how to function. His eyes are screwed  shut as the image of you panting his name while rubbing yourself kept replaying in his mind. 

Bucky doesn’t know how long it’s passed, but he doesn’t even react when you open the door. He’s still breathing heavily as his eyes bore at you, dark and full of lust. 

Your eyes are filled with worry, wondering if something bad happened while you were indulging. You open your mouth to ask him what’s wrong until you catch. a glimpse of his hardened cock through his shorts. 

Oh. 

As if you just haven’t had your release, your pussy clenches at the sight. You’re unsure of how to react. Your mind is spiraling with your hot boss with a painfully hard boner staring at you with lust and hunger. 

The sight is enough to make you rub your legs together, making Bucky groan as he notices the movement. 

Well aren’t you a greedy girl. 

“Buck ––” you gasp when he traps you against the wall, pushing his hips against your front making you buck your own against him. He hisses, closing his eyes at the sensation. 

Heavy breathing fills the hallway. He hovers his lips closely against yours, your eyes flickering at how delicious they look. 

“If you want me to stop, just push me away, Y/N. Please, I need to know.” His voice is strained, trying to keep it together. All he wants to do is rip that swimsuit of yours and fuck you raw against the wall. 

In response, you grind against him once again, making him grip your hips tighter as a warning. 

“Please,” you breathe out, “please, Bucky.” 

“Please what, Darlin’?” His lips trail along your neck, forming goosebumps all over your body. “What is it you want me to do?” 

You let out a moan when he sucks just below your ear. He surely left a mark, but you don’t care. He can do anything and you’d let him. He makes eye contact with you, grinding against your core, urging you to answer him. 

“Whatever you want,” you gasp, “I’m all yours, James.” 

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Up All Night

Characters: Sherlock & Rosie Watson Rating: G Summary: But it’s very obvious – to the point some of the DCIs have notice – that both John and Mary are in need of a day off. Words: 1842 Notes: For @mousedetective, happy birthday! I hope you like this little thing.

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This is how it starts: With John nearly falling asleep during a blog post.

Sherlock is not the only consulting detective for nothing. It has not escaped his notice that John and Mary are tired. Well, tired is an understatement. They’re bloody well exhausted. Mary has deep shadows under her eyes and John seems to be in a shorter temper than his usual.

When he asks, Mary just gives him a tired smiled, “Rosie is teething, so she’s in pain and she’s making her suffering known. And thus, no rest for us. She wants to be in our arms, if we leave her in her crib she will cry louder still.”

He nods, and just keeps watching as his friends struggle with a crying baby. Truth be told, he never would’ve guessed that babies were that hard. But it’s very obvious – to the point some of the DCIs have notice – that both John and Mary are in need of a day off.

He weights his options, googles and then spends a whole day thinking it through. And as luck would have it, Mrs. Hudson has them all for dinner. It is then, when he makes up his mind.

“Mary, why don’t you leave Rosie with me for tonight and tomorrow?”

Everyone stops to stare at him. John has a weary look on his face, Molly is looking at him like he grew a second head, Mrs. Hudson looks completely poleaxed and Mary, well, Mary looks relieved. “Sherlock…” John starts.

“That would be divine,” It’s Mary who finishes. She’s tired, but happy. “If you don’t mind, that would be lovely, a full night’s rest would do us good.”

Molly and Mrs. Hudson are still gaping. He could be offended, but he knows that he has not been the best at people for the longest time, so he can easily excuse them. “I do not mind.” Is all he opts to say, after all, he could hardly be saying ‘You’re a day away from snapping’, could he? No, that would only get him on everyone’s bad side.

“Sherlock a baby is not something you can just experiment with,” Bless Molly for cutting to the chase. “She needs care and attention.”

He turns to look at Molly, “I am aware, but my offer still stands, I can take care of her for night and part of the day, all will be well.”

Molly simply shakes her head, “Famous last words.”

Mrs. Hudson, who has finally come back from her shock arches a brow, “I can’t wait to hear you.”

He opts to speak to Mary, “I mean it, I can have her for tonight and part of tomorrow. You both could use a night’s rest. Yes, anything I feel is serious, I’ll call you. But the offer still stands.”

John still looks weary, but there’s a spark of something in his eyes. And he knows that both of them would welcome a night of rest. Mary looks quite happy, “Sherlock, we’d owe you on this.”

He shakes his head, “She’s my Goddaughter, I can help even if it’s only for one night.”

“A very difficult night,” Mary warns. “But we’d be quite thankful.”

“It’s settled then, you leave her with me and I’ll take care of her.”

And after that, the dinner carries on. Molly still tosses some looks from the corner of her eyes, John still looks like he wants to object, but he’s too tired to do so properly and Mary looks quite calm and happy at the prospect of a full night of sleep. Mrs. Hudson alternates between looking quite amused and worried.

He’ll show them. He can handle Rosie, it’s just a night.

No sooner as he is alone with Rosie, she begins weeping. He lifts her from her chair, and cradles her in his arms, rocking her gently. And it works for a bit, her cries are not as loud, but she’s still sniffing and he takes her pacifier and gives it to her. It works, she still has tears on her eyes, but it seems that it has done the trick.

“That’s a sweet girl,” He says and no sooner that he speaks, Rosie opens her mouth and gives an unholy screech. Her pacifier falls to the side and he struggles to have her take it back, he places it on her mouth, but she’s still crying. “Spoke too soon.”

Then, he gives up, takes the pacifier and sets it aside, takes her little teddy that’s small enough for her to have on her arms, he gives it to her and Rosie immediately begins chewing on it, still sniffing. He changes her to rest against his shoulder and begins to tell a story based on a case of his. She’s small enough that she won’t remember, but he still skips the ugly parts.

It goes well for an hour, and then he settles her back onto the small nest he’s made on the bed, and the moment Rosie touches the mattress, she begins screaming her head off, throwing away her plush. He stares for a moment, then shakes himself, he’s not going to admit defeat now, it’s only been one hour.

“Rosie,” He attempts a stern tone. “That is not a lady-like behaviour, now, what do you want?”

But Rosie is screaming her little head out, he picks the fallen plush and gives her her pacifier again, she chews on it, her cries lower for a bit, but she’s still weeping around it.

He rests a hand on her stomach, “I know,” he tells her. “You’re in pain, and there’s nothing I can’t do. But it’ll pass.” And he opts to pick her up again, he is not so cold that he can’t hold her, she’s his goddaughter, he can handle her.

This time he rests her head against his shoulder and she lowers her cries, he rubs her back and makes soothing noises. And as luck would have it, she quietens and to his delight, falls asleep.

He won’t be getting much sleep, that much he knows, so he decides to see which cases he can take. People are always asking for help, so, he might as well sort them and order them in tiers. He fetches the laptop and he settles himself next to Rosie and begins working.

Time flies and he’s already decided which cases he should do. There aren’t that many that are interesting, but Rosie is still asleep and he keeping going, writing down their cases – John had suggested making a record of them from his point of view.

He’s in the middle of it, when Rosie awakens screaming her head off. He quickly sets the laptop aside and takes her in his arms. Does his best to sooth her, but nothing works and remember that Mary would sometimes give her a bottle, so he walks downstairs, Rosie in his arms and somehow manages to do a bottle without spilling anything nor putting Rosie down.

Rosie’s appreciative of the bottle and she drinks half of it before pushing it aside, she’s wide awake and there is no way she’ll fall asleep. And he simply begins rambling stories that he remembers at her, and that’s how they spend at least an hour. In the end, Rosie falls asleep crying and he remains with her on his arms a little while longer.

He makes it back to his room, sets Rosie carefully down and then he quickly changes to his pajamas and quietly lays next to her.

He manages several hours of sleep before Rosie wakes up screaming.

He doesn’t pick Rosie up, instead he begins to hum a song and lays a hand on her tummy, gently rubbing it as he does his best to stop her crying. It’s sad and even if he’s nearly half asleep, he doesn’t like hearing Rosie scream her little lungs out, he doesn’t like it that she’s suffering and there’s nothing much that he could do. And then, it happens, he smells it. And he knows.

“Oh heavens.”

He rushes for the bag that Mary left and stares at Rosie for a second once he’s back. He immediately starts changing her, singing all the while but doing his best not to gag as he changes her diaper. It smells horrible and his singing suffers for it. “Rosie, that is foul.” He manages to get out once the diaper has been removed and set aside, he cleans her quickly, carefully not to miss anything and then puts on a clean diaper and dress her back.

He keeps singing and once he is more awake, he grabs Rosie and lays her on his chest and rubs her back whispering words of comfort, he looks around, trying to find where he put the pacifier, he spots it next to the lamp and he reaches for it, Rosie takes it and her cries lessen.

It is only when Rosie’s back asleep that he settles her in the bed, stands and looks through the bag that Mary left and looks for all the chewable toys and grabs several of them, places them on his nightstand and does his best to sleep again.

And that is how it goes for the whole night, Rosie waking at several times and he, doing his absolute best to console her and making sure she sleep more. To the point that he even played several pieces on the violin. He still has to change her diaper another two times more throughout the night, and those are the worst parts of his babysitting experience.

They ended falling asleep as the sun was coming up. It’s the longest lap of sleep they both get. And when he wakes again, before Rosie, he’s still a bit off, he’s tired and he’s not quite sure how Mary and John have been surviving, can only hope that Rosie stops hurting soon, because with the screaming her lungs out and diapers is enough to drive anyone crazy.

But he manages, and when John and Mary come to pick Rosie up, they give him an extremely thankful look and Mary even hugs him. “Thank you, I know that you’re tired, so we’ll get our daughter and we’ll leave you to sleep.” She rushes towards the chair where Rosie is currently chewing on her toy. Grabs her and kisses her head.

He manages to smile, “It’s fine, I was glad to be of help. Even for one night.”

“How was the diaper duty?” John can’t quite help himself.

It is only then, that he tosses a withering look at John, “That,” he speaks slowly. “Was the worst part.”

John, who is grabbing Rosie’s bag can’t help but to laugh. “Yeah, we should’ve warned you about that, sorry.”

“Well, at least you two slept. I survived.”

It is then, that Mary laughs and he, blaming his lack of sleep, joins her. Yes, it was difficult. Yes, the diapers were terrible, but Rosie is worth it. And he’d do it again, but perhaps one day when he’s less tired.

[spider-bih]

Eleven Minutes.. [Peter Parker]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: My angst has bust in full force thanks- flashbacks in italics in case thats confusing

A/N: I’m alive??? Works killer n i miss this crai- also, doing page breaks a diff way bc tumblr mobile refuses to show page breaks smh. No, I have not seen Endgame or any leaked footage so this contains no spoilers, (I did see it, since this was edited and made before and after Endgame, however, this will atill contain no spoilers and will continue in how I thought it would end <3) just vague mentions of IW and what an aftermath might be like idek

❝I’ᴍ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ..❞

You assumed you shouldn’t be doing this, what with your state of emotions but.. if you didn’t, you weren’t sure if these emotions would ever settle. You had to have closure, even if the outcome wasn’t what you expected or wanted. Hell, you were barely sure what you even wanted out of this. What was the point? What was there to even gain anymore? Why were you lying to yourself when you knew you still wanted this?

There was so much you’d put up with on your end- and sure, maybe you had no right to complain. You knew what you were getting into those few years ago. You knew who he was and how he was, but still. You hoped you’d get him to see reason. You knew you would-

A teenager shouldn’t have to go through all that. Not even an adult should, but of course, perhaps an adult could better process it. An adult wouldn’t struggle so hard, and that’s only because their brains aren’t still working to fully develop themselves and the body they inhabit. Struggling with something so hard so young.. it does things to you and those around you. It does things to your relationships.

Funnily enough, the same could be said of a teen simply having a romantic relationship at all. Yet, the latter doesn’t have you bearing the weight of the world upon your still growing shoulders.

You struggled to hold that weight with him. Nights filled with the metallic scent and taste of blood were the norm. Those nights always felt panicky or hurt- those nights always caused arguments and overpowering feelings of helplessness. You weren’t built to be a damsel in distress, but you knew your limits. He surpassed them, but even he had his own, and as much as you wished they were endless, they weren’t. That night when he didn’t come home- that day when all the world saw was ash.. that was almost the final straw. How crazy is it that it wasn’t?

That months of mourning and horrific questions and theories, wasn’t entirely the cause of this? Months of staring out your window and just hoping he was lost and not.. gone. So much time spent feeling like you could have prevented it somehow- and feeling like you didn’t savor enough of the good moments. The hand holding, the sweet kisses and sweet murmurs of affection under stars- none of it felt like enough. Not enough to sate you or make you feel like yourself..

❝I’ᴍ sᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴ sᴏʀʀʏ, I’ᴍ sᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴ sᴏʀʀʏ..❞

Seeing his face again was almost like having whiplash- only ten times worse.

You’d only dreamt of seeing him again, of getting to touch him and feel his hands holding you close. Only in your dreams did you get to feel like.. he had never left. You wanted to punch him, but you also wanted to hug him. All you could settle for was breaking down. Your knees gave out from under you, and he caught your crumpling form, allowing you to thrash at him because he was sure he deserved it. You both knew he didn’t, but feelings never really align with logic. Feelings do as they pleased, especially when they decided to consume you.

You cried until you couldn’t- until your throat was scratchy and your body felt weak.

“I’m sorry..”, he tells you, and you just shake your head.

“I am too.”

He doesn’t know, and maybe he never will, but the sorry wasn’t for hitting him. It wasn’t for him having to see you like this. It was because he was one of many, that had to watch themselves go- only his was worse. You were sure his senses screamed at him, that his powers tried to alert him and or stop it all, but they failed. He had to feel himself wither away, and you could only imagine what that might feel like for a Junior in High School. For a growing young man.

“I broke my promise though. I want you to know I never meant to and you were all I could-”

“Please.”, you cut him off as quick as you could, “Please, I just.. you’re here now and I.. I don’t want to think of any of that..”

“Okay. I understand.”, he says, and he does. No one wants to be told they were the last thing to be thought of. True, it means well but.. no one wants to lose someone. They don’t want to think of their lats thoughts or last words. They just want them with them, alive and well. He did his best to give you that.

“Thank you.”

❝Yᴇᴀʜ, I’ᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴ’ ᴅᴀʏ sɪɴᴄᴇ I ʟᴇғᴛ. Yᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ..❞

Days were hard and nights were long. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking that night. He just knew he had to fix this, his gut was telling him he needed to fix this. You walked through hell with him, held his hand while the whole world was engulfed in flames and he had the utter audacity to let you go? To let you slip through his fingers when you were doing your best to stay? To help?

He was in the wrong and he was sure of it. He was wrong for expecting none of his life to affect you. For allowing himself to think that because you’re not experiencing anything he has firsthand, that you had no room to say anything. You’d watched him get beat down- get damn near killed on a few occasions. Fuck- you even lost him once. You went entire hours and days and weeks and months just.. without him. Not from a break up or vacation or something normal. For you, he was dead, and something like that is horrifically traumatic at best, even if he was here now. No amount of promises can fix that. There will always be that bit of fear stuck in you, and you had every right to keep it there.

You have every right to tell him what you told him- to ask what you’ve asked.

He had no right to say what he said, and he’ll regret it his whole life long.

How could he say he didn’t need you? Lie right to your heartbroken face and get mad that you asked him to just once stop? To live for himself- to come home unscathed?

The broken look in your eyes absolutely broke him.. the sad soft tone to your voice- and then the anger. The bottled up rage and hurt, the venom in your words had absolutely paralyzed him, and then, in the silence, in the aftermath, he saw what he had done. He felt it when he woke up alone, warm sun on his back, but no warm body next to him. Soon the very scent of you was gone, your perfume no longer lingered, your clothes weren’t mixed in with his laundry basket- nothing. There was no trace of you.

It was a type of lonely he’d hoped to never experience. May stopped asking for you and only looked at him with sadness when you were mentioned. He never told her a thing- he assumed she figured it out, or maybe you told her.. he wasn’t sure.

He just needed you back, at any cost.

❝Aɴᴅ I’ᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ, ᴀʟʟ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇsᴛ..❞

“Oh, so you don’t need me, huh?”, you say, your voice is soft but tight, and he knows what’s going to happen next. He knows you well enough- he’s only taken in every last bit of you he could since he was sixteen. Only ever loved you since he learned what that was- what it really was. He liked to think you and him were the anomaly- a tiny percentage of teens that did know what love was..

“No. I-”

“You don’t? So you didn’t need me patching you up all those times so May wouldn’t lose her shit? So she wouldn’t flip the fuck out at her only nephew- at her only boy, risking his life constantly? Didn’t need me when you were as good as dead to the fucking world and May was so lost? Not last night when you were screaming in pain and couldn’t go to Tony because even he would tell you to cut the shit and let someone else handle it?!”

“He wouldn’t-”

“He would! You’re not doing this for the same reasons anymore! It’s not for your Uncle or May or even me! It’s only for you! Just for you because you’re still scarred from what happened and refuse to be beaten by anyone! You don’t want to feel helpless but fuck- think about how everyone else feels! We-”

“You’re all alive aren’t you?! Well and okay and safe, aren’t you?! I am doing it-”

“NO!”, you scream, and he goes quiet. The anger in him seems to just fizzle out. You’ve never screamed at him that way- the fire in your voice- the look in your eyes. It was torture.

“No.”, you hiss, “No we’re not okay. May is far from okay and I’m right with her. You’re throwing yourself at danger- you’re getting careless. The biggest threat to us all is gone Peter. He’s not coming back. He’s not in any of the villains you’ve fought. He won’t be in any future ones. You can relax- but you won’t. This fear is eating at you. You’re scared and you won’t even admit it anymore.”

“I’m not scared. I’m fine and I really don’t need you on my case about this. You’re better off leaving if you think I’m gonna stop. Go move on like you did when you thought I was gone.” The last part was a low blow and he knew it. You couldn’t know when he was coming back or if he was. It wasn’t even moving on. It was just doing what you could to not be drowned every waking moment of every day. Even if it meant laughing like nothing went wrong- like there was no gaping hole in your chest.

Even if it was with what friends you had left, even if, in the moment, it looked like you’d never missed him. Yes, he realized he was wrong when you gasped how you did. When you cried instantly and threw yourself into him- but some evil and minuscule voice in his head said it was lie. Though, that itself, was a huge lie.

“I can’t believe you’d-”

“Believe it.”, he had said, and by God he wishes he hadn’t.

❝Sᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ, ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ sᴀᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ I’ᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ. Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ I’ᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ..❞

You never answer to unknown numbers. If they weren’t in your contacts and no one was set to call, they weren’t worth answering. Something in you had told you to answer the phone and for once- just once, you did. You almost hung up when your first few ‘Hello’s gained you no response. You didn’t know that sound of your voice sent him into shock for a moment or so. It had been so long since he heard it. He spoke so fast too, a nervous tick of his. Speedy and stuttery. It’s how he always had been, and you half-hated half-enjoyed the way it made your heart do flips in your chest. Butterflies rose up in you and you felt like a teen again.

It was insane how after all this time he still had you like that. How you knew his apologies were sincere and how you had missed him so so very much. he had missed you too- he was practically dying without.

“I’m like.. eleven minutes away from you by my webs I just- please. I want to see you- I want to talk this out. That was a low blow and I.. I was so wrong, about it all. I could use a break- I should have taken one- should have thought more of you and May when I was out doing what I was doing. I.. I don’t know about putting up the mask forever but.. I don’t need to fight everything. I sure as hell don’t need to fight you.. please.”, he had said.

“Okay but.. you’re only eleven minutes away from me if I keep driving like this for.. ha, eleven minutes. You’ll be farther if I just stop.”, you tease, just cause you could. You’d earned that much.

“... I’ll swing for a half hour- even longer just.. I miss you. I-.. god, please. I mean I understand but.. please..”

You sigh softly, unable to deny that you wanted this too, “I didn’t stay I’d stop driving. I’ll see you there.”

He lets out a breathy laugh of relief, “Great. I.. I’ll be there. Promise.”

“See you soon.”

❝Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ᴀᴡᴀʏ, sᴏ ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʀᴇ?❞

“Maybe I deserve this..”, Peter sighed into his mask, overlooking the city from where he was perched. He had Karen keeping an eye out for you or your car. You had said eleven minutes. Karen detected one traffic incident but it was a route you never took. It was shorter, but accidents were frequent there. He didn’t dare look into what might be involved in that traffic incident. Not just because he didn’t want to be tempted to go check it out- but also because he knew his luck. He knew yours. He didn’t want to panic, but with every passing second, he was losing it.

All the worst case scenarios were running through his head. Every bad possible thing- because of course it’d happen. Of course the day he finally decides to call you- to get some courage and-

“She’s here.”, Karen says, and relief courses over him. You’re here and once he lays eyes on you he feels as weak as always. You’re still as he remembers and he swears it’s like you haven’t changed. He can feel you so near and you’d only just gotten there. Memories flooded through him and his longing grew. He missed you- oh fuck, he missed you so much. It took everything in him to not web you to him- but he couldn’t risk that, not now and not here. He had to make it seem like he didn’t notice you. You knew the drill. Years of being with him, you knew the risks and when it was alright to take them, now wasn’t the time. You had to play it safe. Anyone could be watching.

You stood by the building and waited like you were waiting on someone to come out. He kept his head forward but his eyes stayed on you. He was damn glad no one could see his eyes with the mask on. Karen kept a look out, being sure nothing was nearby. He had to wait on her all-clear, simply because his own emotions and wants fogged his rationality and focus, especially when it came to you. You’d always clouded his thoughts, even when he was out as Spider-Man. How could you not? You were and still are his everything. He’d always love you, even if this meeting didn’t go as he hoped. There was no one out there like you, there never would be.

“God- I want to jump down to her- she’s even looking at me with that little grin-”

“No, Peter. I have not given the all-clear. I am still searching and you have poor judgement with her.”

“Ouch, Karen- even you’re mad at me? Still?”

“I-”

Gunshots went off suddenly, someone was screaming about a drive-by but it wasn’t warning enough. He was up high and you were down there. He jumped but he wasn’t fast enough. Super-speed wasn’t in his arsenal of powers. Nothing helpful in the moment was, but he still tried. The very second he saw the gunfire nearing you, he jumped. He leaped for his very life, reached with all his might but you slipped away, stray bullets shocking you into falling. You fell right onto the concrete. People in passing were screaming- some started crying out of fear, dropping to the ground like flies. For every shot, three people went down. It was chaos and as selfish as it was, he only cared about you in the moment. Spider-Man wasn’t there, Peter was. Peter only needed to see you- he had to hope you were fine-

He hoped you were only grazed- begged for you to be fine.

“Please..”

He didn’t look, he didn’t pause, he went straight for the nearest hospital once he reached your limp body. Swinging high and fast- in a way he knew you’d hate if you were conscious- or just awake enough to know. You had to just be out from shock- nothing else- His adrenaline was pumping through him like mad- like never before. Harder than when he felt himself dying- quicker than anything ever. His breaths were ragged and raspy- raw and painful. His chest was tight and he had to fight to see through his tearing eyes. His fear was eating him alive, shaking his core and straining his muscles.

The nearest hospital seemed so far away. It seemed like thousands of miles- like his webs weren’t fast enough- and the warmth seeping into his suit wasn’t helping a damn thing. It was like it was weighing him down with every passing moment. Every second you weren’t yet at that hospital, he was losing his mind. Panic was absolutely consuming him and yet he continued.

“Please- oh my go- please- for fucks sake- not her!”

He screamed for a doctor once he landed- lost his mind as he ran in. He can’t remember what he yelled or who he scared. he didn’t care if this could get you labeled as someone Spider-Man knew. He could fight that battle later. He had to survive this one first.He had to let them get you on a gurney- had to ignore the splotches of dark red on you- had to forget how limp you felt. he only focused on your breaths, shallow as they were, they were something.

He hated that he had to change out of his suit- it meant he had to leave- and being alone was no help. He had to peel his suit off and ignore the feeling in the pit of his stomach. Had to ignore the sickening warmth that stuck to him- sticky and noisy but he had to ignore it. Hopefully it was his blood and he couldn’t feel it. Maybe he had been grazed. The blood on his palms couldn’t be yours. He’d never be so unlucky- not like this not now or ever. It couldn’t be this way. He had to remember that as he ran back in- as he put on the facade that he’d heard from some friends or something and had to know your condition.

He had to play positive thoughts in his head like a mantra in his head as he waited on news. You couldn’t go- you promised. Years ago, you promised you’d be his girl forever. Even when you two fought- even when he was being a damned idiot. You’re his everything- you wouldn’t leave him. You swore- you even agreed to see him after the stupid shit he said.This couldn’t happen. He loved you, you loved him- how rare was that? A love worth fighting for, a love that went through hell and back? A love people wrote books and novels about- full on series that ended tragic for shock value. That couldn’t happen to him- he couldn’t be some cliche. You would be damned if you ever became some-

“Mr.Parker..”

His head shot up, “Yeah?”

The silence the followed was deafening. His heart thrummed in his ears as the nurse who called him beckoned him to follow. The very halls made his senses go off- there were people just hanging on the brink- there were people morning- people talking to someone hooked up to machines with no promise of waking. People saying goodbye- he wasn’t going to say goodbye- you never said goodbye. Once you learned his secret, it was never goodbye, only ever see you soon. It was because you knew. Goodbyes weren’t something he ever wanted to hear with a life like his. With losses like his. Peter grew to hate goodbyes as dumb and cliche as that sounded. You didn’t care though, you let him hate them and made sure not to say it. You had the chance to when you left him, but you didn’t. You didn’t stoop to his level and.. well, you didn’t want it to be goodbye. He had forced your hand-

The nurse led him to the Doctor in charge of your care. His face made Peter’s heart drop.

“Is sh-”

“I’m sorry..”

❝I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ..❞

“You promise you’ll be careful?”

“Only if you promise you’re my girl forever.”

You laugh softly and his chest feels like it might burst.”You’re silly, you know the answer to that.”

“Mhmm.. but I don’t? I’m oblivious, you know this considering you had to make the first move for us to even be like this.”

You roll your eyes playfully, “Well, you are right about that.. hmm..let’s see.”

He pouts, “Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that. You’re already my girl now, what’s so wrong with forever?”

You pretend to think, and it’s convincing enough to make him scared until you grin bigger than he’s ever seen. It was a smile he grew to adore, “Absolutely nothing Peter. I’ll always be here, even when you’re oblivious.. or dumb.. or-”

“No no, I get it. You don’t have to get specific.”

“You have to promise me too.”, you say.

“What?”

“Promise me you’re my dumb nerd forever?”

He makes a face, “Dumb nerd- I-”

“Promise.”, you insist, and he goes quiet, because now you’re serious. He gets why. He understands what you’re insinuating.His face softens and he accepts the rude description of him, only because you had called him yours.

He steals the softest kiss from your lips, grinning like a moron after, “You know better than I do that I’m only yours. Always. I was yours before you even knew it.”

“... You must think you’re so cool for kissing me first for once-”

“God- shut up! Let me live- just because you said those three words first doesn’t- hey! Don’t laugh! We were having a moment- I can’t-” and the rest dissolves into laughter.

In that moment he loved you so much, and he grew to love you even more. He wouldn’t trade you for the world. Not with you laughing like that- not with your smile like that. You were so beautiful then..

You were beautiful even now, as he laid you to rest with family, tears streaming down his face..

“You promised..”, he whispered, but no one could hear him. “You fucking promised and- god you were right there. I had you- I saved you- I’ve done it a thousand times why-”, he chokes on a sob, curling over to try and support himself but it’s not working. He’s crying out your name but you’re not responding.

You’re right fucking there, but you’re not moving and it’s absolutely killing him. You fought through everything with him- The Snap- villains that snapped his bones like twigs- beat him to a pulp. You were used as bait by a villain that knew too much- he saved you from them. From a falling building- from death- so what the fuck?

How is there no one for him to blame? No one he knew personally- no one but himself- but time and fate?

“It was only eleven minutes- god- I was ready to be done I swear- please- come back, I- Fuck.. god- I’m..”, he started to sob, “Come.. come home to me.. come... home with me..”

Everything was lost to sobs.. and not a damn soul could pry him from where you lay.

❝sᴏ ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʀᴇ..❞

Making a new taglist soon but taggin @starksparker to be an ass. Also @grandmascottlang and @spiderboytotherescue

[solangelover]

Leave Me or Hold Me Close

Solangelo Week 2k19: Day 7 – “Enemies / Lovers” @solangeloweek

A/N: AU where Will has been a year-rounder since age 8 and Nico since age 11, they’re both now 15 and have an intense rivalry-type thing.

Read on AO3 or FF.net or Wattpad 

“Ugh, just leave me alone! Why do you feel the need to rant at me, Solace?”

Nico stormed out of the infirmary, leaving a steaming Will Solace standing in the doorway.

“Well, maybe if you stopped being an idiot and getting sent to the infirmary, I wouldn’t have to see you so often!” He nearly stomped his feet in frustration as he glared at the retreating back of Nico di Angelo. But Will wasn’t a child, so he threw his hands up and made incoherent noises of rage.

“That stupid, idiot son of Hades! I just—gah!!” Will shadow-boxed the air as he whipped around and stalked back to his desk. His sister, Kayla, simply watched this all go down with a raised eyebrow. Their three-going-on-four-year long hatred of each other was nothing new, but she felt like it was reaching its peak. Something was going to break soon, but with all the fights, she couldn’t tell exactly what.

As soon as Will sat in his chair, Kayla jumped up on his desk and looked over her shoulder at him. “So, how’s life, big guy?”

Will gave her a withering glare, to which she immediately jumped off the desk and put her hands up in surrender. Still, she stood there, arms crossed and waiting for a reply. Will took a deep breath and let out an even deeper sigh. “di Angelo. I just can’t with him! I don’t know what he wants! I try to help him since, hello, I’m head medic and he can’t seem to go one week without ending up here. He’s so dumb I swear. I can’t really avoid him if he keeps needing medical help, so if he doesn’t want to see me then that’s his problem!” He groaned and ran his hands through his hair, effectively disheveling it so he looked a little crazy. Nico was slowly but surely driving him insane.

“Soooo…” Kayla drew out. “What I’m hearing is, you want Nico to be safer because you care about his well-being?”

Will closed his eyes and held his head in his hands. “It’s not like I want him dead, Kayla. Of course I want him to be safer.”

“But you don’t want to see him? Like, at all?”

Will thought about that. He pictured Nico’s annoying face, his harsh glare that was constantly thrown Will’s way, his scowl that always twisted his features. Sometimes, when Nico wasn’t paying attention to Will, he would see Nico look excited, hear him laugh at some dumb joke Percy made, and just be a totally different person than who Will knew. They’d been at camp together for the past few years, and Will couldn’t even remember exactly how their “rivalry” started, but he knew that he was tired of it. It was probably fun in the beginning, but at some point, their insults became real and their fights venomous. Will never knew how strongly he could dislike a person without knowing why.

“Will?” Kayla’s voice brought Will out of his thoughts and back to reality.

He sighed once more and picked his head up to look at his sister. “I’m just tired, sis. I only want some peace in this crazy camp.”

--

“AGHHHH!” Nico threw another pillow against the wall of his cabin. Annabeth suggested it after she walked in one time to the shattering of a lamp, the ceramic pieces joining various other broken things on the ground.

Nico’s latest trip to the infirmary ended in a yelling match between him and the one and only Doctor Solace. Nico knew he was being stubborn, but the guy was insisting that Nico either come in for check-ups more or just not get injured so often. Honestly, did he think Nico liked getting attacked by monsters? Or losing in a sparring match?

Did Will really hate his face that much?

But then Will also asked for him to come in more often, which he wouldn’t do if he didn’t want to see Nico, right?

No, idiota, Nico chided himself. He’s just doing his job. He doesn’t want to see you.

A knock sounded at Nico’s door, jolting him out of his thoughts.

Percy stood in the open doorway (that Nico forgot to close in his rage) with a concerned yet amused look on his face. “Rough day?”

Nico glared as Percy invited himself in, plopping down on the bed across from Nico’s. Meanwhile, Nico took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, opting to sit right there on the floor in the middle of the cabin. He clutched the pillow he was about to throw to his chest, his fists threatening to rip the material.

Percy popped his head over the foot of the bed to better see Nico. He cocked his head expectantly.

Nico sighed. “It’s just Solace, nothing new.”

“Are you… angry at him?”

“No duh, Jackson.” Nico rolled his eyes at the son of Poseidon. What did he think was going on?

“Just checking,” Percy chuckled. “So, what did you do this time?”

“Nothing!” Nico flew the pillow up in the air and it landed a few feet away from him. He glared at it as if he could scare it into coming back to him. “I did nothing at all, just got hurt in training and went to the infirmary. Then he lectured me on safety and limits like I’m a child. So I got mad and we fought and I left.” He was scowling so hard, Percy was sure his face would get stuck like that.

Percy hummed. “Sounds like he just wants you to be safe?”

“No schist, that’s his job,” Nico deadpanned.

“True,” Percy agreed. “But I don’t see him lecturing many other campers.”

“That’s what I’m saying. Why does he hate me so much that he won’t leave me alone?”

“Well, is that what you want? For him to leave you alone?”

“Would be nice,” Nico grumbled.

“I’m serious, Nico.” Percy waited until Nico met his eyes. “Do you want to never see or speak to Will Solace?”

Nico frowned at that and looked down. Did he? He couldn’t really imagine his life without Will in it. Not that he was the center of his life or anything, but Will had been there since he first got to camp. Will had been one of the first kids to talk to him and try to be his friend. But Nico had been having a tough time and it didn’t manifest well with his temper. He didn’t remember exactly what happened, Nico just knew that one day, they were fighting, and simply never stopped.

What would it be like if he just let that all go?

Percy didn’t interrupt Nico’s thinking, knowing that his friend was a big time internal processor, and this was kind of an important question.

Finally, Nico sighed and looked back at Percy. “I don’t know.”

--

That night saw them at the campfire. It was going on as usual, with the loud singing of the Apollo kids and non-stop chattering from the Hermes kids. Everyone sat with their friends, laughing up a storm or making crazy gestures as they told stories.

Will sat with his cabin, as well as Lou Ellen and Cecil. Nico was surrounded by Percy, Annabeth, and Grover, along with other random friends. Both boys kept casting glances at the other, new thoughts running through their minds concerning their relationship.

“Geez, what’s up, Will? Feeling thirstier for some di Angelo than usual?”

“What?” Will squeaked as he whipped around to see Lou Ellen with a smirk on her lips.

“Dude, you keep looking over at him. Just talk to him already.” Cecil dropped down in front of Lou Ellen with a freshly toasted marshmallow.

“Yeah seriously, there’s so much sexual tension between you two, you could cut it with a knife.” To prove her point, Lou Ellen held up a shiny dagger in her hand.

“Lou! Put that away, that’s dangerous!” Will scolded. She grinned widely, and a second later her dagger disappeared in a puff of smoke and mist. Annoying Hecate kids.

“But seriously,” she leaned in. “What’s going on?”

Will sighed, turning fully to his friend so his back was to Nico. “I’m just… thinking. I don’t know what, but I want to talk to Nico. Civilly. I want to be, I don’t know, his actual friend, not his enemy or rival.”

Lou Ellen and Cecil shared a look, then met Will’s eyes with a smile. “That’s a great idea, Will. The gods know your guys’ game of hard-to-get has been going on long enough,” Cecil stated.

Will sputtered, “Will you two stop?? I said I want to be his friend, stop implying!” Will was blushing at this point, and he hoped he could blame it on the firelight. By the looks on his best friends’ faces, it was probably obvious.

“Whatever,” Will shook his hair out as he turned back toward the fire. Maybe he could talk to Nico after the campfire.

--

“Nico, if you keep glancing over there, I will literally lose it.”

Nico turned to see Annabeth mid-eye roll. “What are you talking about?”

“Bro, she’s talking about you constantly looking over at Solace, like this whole night.” Percy slung a comforting arm around his girlfriend, as if Nico was actually causing her stress. “If you wanna talk to him, just get up and go.”

Nico scowled at the couple. “I don’t want to talk to him. I think he’s seen me enough for one day.”

“Oh my gods, Nico. Will doesn’t actually hate you,” Annabeth stated.

“Really? So we just fight constantly for fun?” Nico said sarcastically.

“Ugh! Just shut up already!” Drew called down from a couple rows up the bleachers. The daughter of Aphrodite was always listening in for gossip. “I swear, di Angelo, stop throwing yourself a pity party and go. It’s about time you and Mr. Sunshine end your flirtationship and make some progress. We’ve been sitting on this for years!” She immediately went back to filing her nails.

Nico gaped at her. “What the Hades??” He turned to look at his friends, who all avoided eye contact. “What is she talking about?” When they still didn’t look at him, Nico narrowed his eyes, turning to the one he thought might crack. “Grover, tell me you don’t all think that.”

“Uhhhhhh,” Grover nervously chewed on some soda can, glancing to the side before answering with a high-pitched, “yes?”

“What the…” Nico stood up and fully faced his friends. “I don’t—it’s not—that’s not what’s happening here!” He could feel his cheeks heating up, but he chalked that up to anger.

Unsure of where to go from there, Nico just walked off, glancing back over his shoulder towards Will, who happened to look up at the same time. Their eyes met, noticing something different in Will’s eyes. Before the moment stretched on for too long, Nico turned away and left the campfire.

--

“Nico, wait!”

Nico turned to see Will jogging up to meet him. He stopped before climbing the steps to his cabin as Will reached him, taking a moment to catch his breath.

“Why’d you leave early?”

“I was being tortured by my friends. What do you want?” He winced when it came out a lot harsher than Nico intended. Way to start a friendship, di Angelo. “Sorry, I just…”

“No worries, I get it.” Will didn’t think he’d ever heard Nico apologize to him before. Maybe this just might work out. “Um…” He didn’t know exactly how to articulate everything he’d been thinking over. Luckily for him, Nico was impulsive and nervous.

“Did you know everyone thinks we like each other?” Will didn’t miss Nico cringing at his own outburst. It made him smile a little. “I mean, like, like like each other,” he said quietly as he nervously twisted his skull ring.

Will couldn’t really say he knew, but he wasn’t exactly surprised after Lou Ellen’s comments. “I—it’s—nevermind that. We’ll deal with that later.” Will shook his head and took a deep breath. “Can we just, start over? Be friends? I don’t mind us fighting still, but I’d like to, I don’t know, not be so… mean? Gods, I don’t know what I’m trying to say.” Will covered his eyes with his hand, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment. What exactly was he trying to accomplish here?

Nico’s lips parted in a small ‘o’ of understanding. Seemed like he and Will were on the same page for once. “Yes,” he blurted. “I mean, yeah, I agree. I still strongly dislike you right now,” Will rolled his eyes and Nico chuckled, which was pretty friendly for them. “But less hatred would be nice.”

Will brightened, and it definitely did not make Nico’s night, that’s ridiculous. “Truce?” He held out a hand.

“Truce.” Nico gripped Will’s hand firmly, giving it a small shake.

As they looked into each other’s eyes, they both had the same thought.

Let’s see where this takes us.

 A/N: I was gonna try go all the way to lovers but my slow-build brain wouldn’t let me, sorry.

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The Other Kim (M)

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader x Kim Namjoon Genre/Rating: fluffy smut / M, mature audiences only plz Warnings: explicit sex, unprotected intercourse Word Count: 4.3k Summary: Marriage is awesome. You get to have sex whenever you want, wherever you want. 

“Mrs. Kim!” The reference still makes you smile. There’s a euphoric element in the title that binds the muscles of your oris to your heartstrings, a tug that reminds you that you are his and, unequivocally, he is yours. “Mrs. Kim,” the voice repeats, softer now that it has your attention. “Your husband is in the lobby. Says he'd like to get lunch?” You give the new receptionist a whimsical look, a raised eyebrow to indicate your reluctance to believe that your husband, a man who has spent the better of the first six months of marriage hidden away in the darkest corners of the world, is simply, idly waiting for you to make an appearance downstairs. It's a possibility, and by no means do you rule it out, but he's crazy about you - the two of you are crazy about each other, and these months he's been away for work has only amplified and solidified the fact. You don’t trust it. If the man downstairs isn’t letting himself in, or causing a scene about the idiocy of building security that won't grant him access to the elevators at the forefront, there is no chance in hell that the visitor is in fact your man. Not that you husband is ill behaved, so to speak. No, he's quite the opposite. Typically, the most reserved man in the room. But he's a man with purpose. He would allow little to nothing, save for the insatiable taste of your lips, to get in the way of his mission. "My husband?" You ask, bleak and unnerving. You want it to be him. You want it to be a wondrous Christmas miracle in his cultured arms. You want to shower him with kisses of longing and bathe in him words of endearment, hold his hand until their raw from your touch. But there have been many times where your husband has inadvertently amused you in sending replacements: Jimin on your anniversary, with a half dozen bouquet of flowers. "One for every year you have decided to keep me," the card read. Jungkook on your birthday, cake and all. And by 'all' you mean helium filled balloons with streamers and confetti, party hats for everyone on the office floor and kazoos to last the year. There was even a time your husband requested his mother's presence. His mother, the sweetest, as mother in laws come, thoroughly enjoyed intermingling with corporate officials at the benefit dinner. She was your husband's stand in, no less, and finessed her way to a charitable amount of donations from her newfound friends through the over zealous sharing of your direction for the organization. "Says he's Kim Taehyung and he's ready to complete his marital duties." You scoff at the words. Kim Taehyung, that sneaky, playful, son of gun. "Let him up," you hiccup, ready to announce your endearments the moment he breaks through the glass doors. Six months is too long to go without seeing someone you love. There was a time the two of you were inseparable. From the time you made him rehearse your wedding vows as children up to now, where it takes all of him to convince you that your marriage isn't in shambles, but just an unconventional promise of love, he has always been your best friend. Your first love. Your first kiss. Your first -

It was awkward, to say the least, learning the anatomy of a man through the preliminary lessons of your best friend. You were young, too young to be dabbling in the actuality of love. But you had fire, and he had heart. Two things that should, on their own, be more than enough to transcend through any hardship.

It was clumsy at first, the stumbling of excited hands and the trembling of untrained lips. The first time Taehyung kissed you was like electricity. A current all its own and your pulse melted into his. He must have asked you a thousand times if it was alright, not that you could make out his words in between your shortened gasps, but you nodded anyway - anything to get his lips back on yours.

You remember saving yourself for him and when you turned 18 you made a unplanned visit to his dorm room and told him you were through. You couldn’t wait anymore and you wanted to spend forever with him. The sex was passionate, slow, nothing like the love between you where it burned hot and steady.

“Please Tae,” you quivered, a trembling mess beneath him as his two fingers slid in and out of you. “Don’t stop.” The will power it must have taken him to simply play with your cunt as you begged for his thickness is unfathomable. It wasn’t until you came undone from his fingers and tongue did he begin to undress himself and expose his own excitement.

His cock was pink and swollen, damp from his own wetness. But as much as he wanted you, to enter you and feel your tightness welcome him, he wanted your own pleasure more.

“I love you,” he whispered on top of you, kissing you from head to chin. “You know that, right?” You nodded. “We don’t have to if you’re not ready. We can wait,” he paused, hesitating before he continued. “I can wait.

You wanted to laugh, to ask him how he could say such sweet nothings while his throbbing cock was pressed against your thigh, but instead you brought your mouth to his ear, bit his lobe and whispered with conviction, “I want you.”

Taehyung couldn’t keep his eyes off you, as if he had never a finer sight. He had seen you undress before, an accident that occurred when he forgot to knock, and again when he sneaked into your bedroom for a midnight surprise of “I love you’s” and “I just wanted to see you,” but this time, he knew, was different. He was about to make you his, touch you in places he has yet to. He unrolled the translucent condom around his length and positioned himself at your core, lustful but sure. His entry was unhurried and gentle, every inch of him aware of your clenching cunt. His mouth pressed in a straight line, tucking his lips within each other to prevent himself from groaning. To prevent himself from enjoying the luxury of your pussy and coming prematurely.

His grunts were deep even though he was not. Watching you squirm to adjust beneath him, he paused halfway through, cock only breaking the entrance of you tight womb. The stretch was uncomfortable, but by no means painful. The lubrication from your climax was still prevalent inside, preparing you for his thickness.

“Tae,” you begged, “please.”

A breath escaped the both of you, a gasp of synchrony you’ve never heard before. A union between children. Simultaneous pleasure as Taehyung allowed himself to enter you fully, until his pelvic felt the curve of your bottom cheeks.

He gaped at the sensation, never feeling the pleasure of a woman before, for you, too, were his first.

His first few thrust were deep, as if he didn’t want to remove himself from the depths of your womb. But as you began to chant his name, his excitement grew and his movements flowed more fluid and complete. The snaps of his hip loud as they slammed against your core.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeated, chasing his high within your womanhood. His fingers moved in circles, teasing your clit and awaiting your climax just the way he had seen in movies. Movies he had watched to prepare for you. Movies he watched so he wouldn’t look like a fool as he made love to you, as he cherished you.

Although he tried, he couldn’t hold out. He came in spurts, pushing his cock in deeper, harder, as he covered himself in his own seed.

That was the first time of many you made love to Taehyung. A ritual that became second to breathing. So when he announced his plans of travel, his internship abroad, you were hell bent on marrying him, so sure your place was beside him, following him around the world. But the world brings stranger things - better things.

Taehyung is a model, for now. His occupation changes as often as his passions and he’s the kind of person to act on his impulses (hence you). The world has been kind to him, cultivating his dreams and, like you, always letting him win.

The moment you catch sight of his fluffy hair bouncing around the corner, you can’t help but squeal in anticipation. It’s not any better when he breaks through the double doors, his eyes wide and gleaming. God, how you love those eyes. Pupils that express every ounce of his emotion, every flicker of happiness. You figure that’s how he’s catches his gigs, lands every job he interviews for. There’s some uncanny amount of truth and sincerity hidden beneath his folds and it doesn’t help that he’s so friendly, a bundle of joy contained in a vessel.

“I have missed you, I missed you, I miss you and I will always miss you,” he admits, crushing you beneath his tight hold. Your face his buried into his chest, a suffocating feeling you have missed entirely too much. “I’m never leaving you again, I swear.”

“I’ll give you some time to catch up,” the assistant coughs as she shuts the door behind her, the quaintness apparent in her beady eyes.

When Taehyung finally allows you to breathe, he takes a moment to stare at you, taking in the you before him now and comparing it to the you he saw six months ago. It would almost make you weak if you didn’t know any better.

“You’re thinner,” he breathes, tucking the loose hairs surrounding your face behind your ears. “Let’s fix that.”

Lunch is great. A whole lot of laughter and playing catch up. With Taehyung’s job, it makes it nearly impossible to get a hold of him. Photoshoots here, runways there. There's no sleep in his lifestyle, let alone time for you. But you’re important to him, he lets you know. He reminds you every time he comes home.

“Do you remember when we were kids? Not even kids. I don’t know maybe 17? And you told me you loved me for the first time?”

“I remember,” you panic, still sick at the thought. “You said you loved me too. And that was the end of it.”

Before, it would have been crucifying, nothing short of walking naked on pin needles to your own grave, to admit and relive your one sided crush on your neighbor. Taehyung has always been handsome, goofy and more friendly than need be. But he was dense, oblivious to the meaning behind the shy smiles and giggling amongst females as he walked by. He made nothing of the handfuls of do-eyed confessions, categorizing them as exaggerated friendships. You had thought it to be alleviating, an unexpected optimism you found in all his blunt rejections, until you realized you, too, were in love with him.

It took you the better of a ruined childhood friendship and years of self-loathing before you came to terms with your feelings. You remember waking up one day expecting Taehyung to feel the same. It was at a house party, you didn’t normally attend parties, but Taehyung was going - and you needed to tell him.

A party filled with booze and adolescent fun, it only took two cups of party juice before you had the courage to tell him. You took him outside, away from the beer pong table he was dominating, held him close and whispered something he could never forget.

The way your heart stopped when you heard his giggle is still memorable to this day. He set your heart aflutter in returning the three small, but monumental, words and for a second the world stood still - the world stood still to applaud your innocence, your triumph, your stupidity.

“The beginning,” he corrects, point his finger to make a point. “No me, no husband.”

His phone rings and he sends it his voicemail. “Work, probably,” he shrugs. “It can wait.” But the phone rings again. And again.

“I don’t mind,” you assure. You’re used to it, the constant ringing of his cell phone, the texts and interruptions. “Go.”

You hate to see him leave, tired and unfed. The makeup under his eyes can only conceal so much. Tomorrow, you figure, you’ll get to see him tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes all too soon. When you arrive in the office, coffee is in order. There’s work to do stemming from last night’s appraisal, a sudden increase in your grant - not that you’re complaining. This non-profit is your baby, your pride and joy, and, fingers crossed, your final calling. Too many times have you immersed yourself in business plans only to have them fall apart.

There’s something about Friday’s that make it all the more hectic. The demand of weekly deadlines, the rush of final faxes, offices closing, weekend bustle, traffic jams on the outskirts of the city, all concepts that, although are intended to keep you busy, only make you feel all the more lonelier than you really are.

You miss your husband. You miss his presence. You miss the smell of his skin after he takes a shower. You miss him in the shower. The thought brings a blushed smile to your lips. You recall how cute his butt looks, how thick his waist is, how good he looks completely naked below you.

You stare at your phone, at his picture, disappointed but not surprised. No new messages. No missed calls. You return to bury yourself in work, dodging all the pent up frustration you just brought upon yourself.

“Mrs. Kim?”

There it is again, the unsure quiver in her voice. This time the assistant knocks as she enters, her face disapproving at your obvious state - sluggish and self wallowing. Who asked her anyway?

“Your husband. He wants to do lunch. ”

“Send him up,” you twinkle, ready for Taehyung to make up the events of last night. You really just want lunch, but he’s the type to overcompensate and bring chocolates and an apology card.

Today it’s flowers. A bouquet of red roses that cover his face as he makes way through your office door. Odd for him to shut it behind him. He normally leaves doors open. He likes the the draft, the option to escape when things get particularly awkward.

“Taehyung, what are you doing?”

His footsteps come to a halt and he pauses. “Taehyung?” He repeats, removing the flowers from his field of vision. “No, baby, it’s the other Kim.”

It’s as if the world quit spinning, or at the very least, you weren’t breathing. The other Kim. Your Kim.

“Namjoon!?” It isn’t a question, but a declaration. A declaration of love and aching that has suddenly subsided with his presence. He’s home. Your husband, after six months in the jungle attempting to save the world from itself, is finally safe - finally home.

You run into his arms, thoughtless of the flowers in his hands, and insert yourself in his hold instead. Namjoon doesn’t fight it. He drops the flowers at his feet and mold his hands to the curve of your body as he embraces you, a caress warmer than the sun. His hands are large and rougher than you remember. You can feel the callouses through your thin, chiffon button up, the only layer separating his hands from the barrenness of your flesh.

You don’t take a second to register where his mouth is before start placing your eager lips all over him. From collarbone to the skin you can reach on his face, you smother him with kisses, with wanting.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you whisper. “From the moment you left,” kiss, “until now,” kiss “I have missed you.” Big kiss. He is too tall for you to kiss his plump lips directly, but you remove your arms from his sides to wrap around his neck and he bends over to return your affection. You kiss him one more time, less rushed and more delicately on his lips as if to tell him ‘good job, you’ve done well, and i am so proud to be your wife.’

Namjoon’s tongue swipes your lips, his hands round at the bottom of your ass and he picks you up as if you’re weightless before him. He carries you across the room, setting you on your desk, shoving all else aside as he marks you as his.  A claiming ritual he’s done countless times before.

“I thought you wanted to grab lunch?”

“Grab,” he smirks, dragging your ass to the edge of the desk. “And, do.” He runs his hands up your shirt and you hiss under the sensation of his caress.

If Taehyung’s touch is a circuit of electricity, Namjoon’s is a endless supply of light. A quasar that powers the dam of your sentiments. He compels everything out of you: the good, the bad, the light, the dark. There is not a part of you he has not seen. There is not a part of you he has not loved. He is your brightest day and your longest night.

His grip is tight and unrelenting at your breast while he extends your kisses to his. This time, he’s the one smothering you with endearment, pecking you with kisses from ear to the crook of your neck. Each kiss is wet. Each kiss is stimulating. Each kiss leaves you famished for more.

“Let’s go home baby.” You pull him away from your body to look at him, to beg him to take you to bed and allow you to feel a half year's worth of anticipated climax.

Namjoon responds with a gentle kiss to the tip of your forehead, he entangles his fingers with your messy hair as he grins and then brings his lips to your nose. “You think.” Cheek. “After calling me Taehyung.” Lips. “That I’m going” Neck. “To wait to make love to you?” Collarbone. “Taehyung could never love you like me,” with those words Namjoon returned his lips to yours and reclaimed his dominance. “Never fuck you like me.” His tongue press against your teeth tracing your insides as if in search for something.

“I want these lips on my dick,” he breathes. “Moaning my name, sucking my cock. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

It’s one in the afternoon, nearly time for all your employees to begin flocking back in from lunch. You know this. You know you should control yourself, save it for tonight in the privacy of your own home - but the thought excites you. The thought of getting caught in the middle of the day when you’re supposed to be a professional, and in your office, no less.

You plop yourself off the desk, trailing his essence with your fingers, gliding down his sides as you position yourself on your knees. You press kisses on his tummy, his belly button, the rim of his jeans, and finally, the bulge of his cock.

Namjoon groans in return, impatient for your mouth. “Suck,” he commands.

You don’t wait to take him in, too eager at his feet. A mistake. He’s big. Namjoon cock twitches in your mouth at the heavenly sensation. You run your tongue along the side of his cock, dragging it as you come up for air.

“Fuck, baby,” he jeers. “Yes. Just like that. God, I’ve missed your sweet mouth.”

You hum into his dick and allow him to feel each vibration.

“Of all the places,” he pants. “And all the views,”  he pushes you head further into him, shoving his cock down your throat in a bliss you haven’t felt since his departure. “Unghh,” he grunts. “Nothing compares to seeing you on my cock.”

Namjoon pulls his dick from your throat and brings you up for a kiss well done.

He’s stunning. When you look at him you can see the little beads of perspiration on his forehead and they gleam in the afternoon light, as if he’s the one doing work.

The peckered sweat on his forehead reminds you of your first acquaintance. You were supposed to be visiting Taehyung. He was a photographer at the time and was making his way through the African terrain. He had just gotten out of his landscape phase and wanted a new challenge, something that moved, something that was hard to catch with his lens.

He met Namjoon on one of his excursion, something about getting lost in the maze of vines and undergrowth, and the two quickly became friends. It’s like that with Taehyung. He meets someone, and has this amazing gift of making you feel like you’re old friends.

Taehyung was supposed to pick you up from the airport, show you around the congo, anything to deliberately show he still had interest in the hobbies he leaves behind - but he didn’t. A part of you knew in coming what you would find. An adventure for sure, but a whole different kind.

While you and Taehyung spent the bittersweet end trying to convince yourselves the flame was still ongoing and steady, the love went up in smoke.

For awhile, the only means of communication you had with Taehyung was through Namjoon. He had been there to see the downfall, “a wasted love” he calls it, and was adamant on getting the two of you back together. Needless to say, it didn’t work. Somewhere along the way, Namjoon shamefully admitted his feelings to his new-old-friend and Taehyung just laughed.

“How could you not?” He asked.

“Bend over for sweetheart.” Namjoon turns your around on your desk, shoving his erection between the cheeks of your ass to taunt you. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Without warning your husband raises the hem of your pencil skirt above your waists and delivers a wet kiss between your folds. “Shit baby,” Namjoon whispers when he can. “You’ve must have missed me a lot. You’re practically dripping and I haven’t even touched you yet.” You clench your entrance at his touch, his fingers running the lines of your panties.

“Joonie,” you gape. “Don’t tease - ah.”

He shoves your soiled underwear to the side as he enters your cunt with his tongue.

“Fuck, you taste good. Have you been using the toys I send you?”

“Y-Yes,” you shiver, his tongue and gliding fingers bringing you near ecstasy. “But only when we skype.”

Namjoon smiles. Though he can’t be there physically, he never leaves you lonely. Even when he has to be up at the crack of dawn to bike to whatever parts of the continent, he makes it a priority to have you satisfied before bed. He’ll call you at three in the afternoon, with erotic notions of his arousal, of demands for your own release. Namjoon will send you pictures of his day and dick at three in the morning, still insistent that you read them and call when you wake. You would think the boy would get his time zones right, but “there no time when he is not in love,” you quote, “so does time even really matter?”

“Show me,” Namjoon stands, aligning his cock at your drenched entrance. “Just like you do on skype baby girl.” He bends over, careful not to break entry before whisper in your ear and tugging your hair between his fingers. “Show me how you fuck yourself on a hard cock.”

At his words, you stretch your ass out to him, swallowing the entirety of his cock as you continuing to twerk your ass on his hips.

Namjoon brings his fingers to your clit with his free hand, rubbing circles in all their pleasure. “Fuck, baby, fuck” he muffles, aware of the increasing noise outside the office. “Slow down baby girl, let me help.”

For once, you don’t listen to him. You increase your speed, pumping him in ways you’ve been practicing at home. To finally feel him makes your knees weak. To feel the entirety of his cock makes you -

“Joon, Joon,” you repeat. “I’m gonna- fuckkkkk! I’m going to cum!”

Namjoon power thrusts his cock on last time inside of you before you become undone, squeezing his circumference tighter than you have before. A euphoric moan leaves your breath as your knees shake and bend against the desk. Namjoon is still pounding into you from behind, approaching his own high.

“Fuck, where should I? Baby, where should I-”

His question is cut short with your mouth. Using whatever strength you have left in your knees, you lean back to kiss him, assuring him that it’s okay. “Cum in me, baby. I want you to. It’s okay.”

You’ve never let Namjoon cum in your before, not even while on the bill. The both of you are too busy in your own right to even contemplate the thought of being responsible for another human apart for yourselves. But this feels right. The connection, the bond between you and Namjoon is permanent, is more atomic and pure than the feeble flames of fire.

“God,” he moans as he spurts in his final jackhammering. You can feel the cum splattering against the roundness of your ass.

A part of your heart clenches at the realization. He’s not ready. He doesn’t feel the same. He didn’t come inside.

Namjoon leans over to kiss you, this time to assure you that that it’s okay. “One day, cutie.” He kisses you again on his reach for the issues on your desk. “When I’m done, when I’m home, we can start our family. But until then,”  Namjoon smacks your ass playfully before return your skirt to its original position. “You’re just going to have to keep fucking me like that.”

A/N: written for all the tortured taejoon hos out there. myself included. may we find inner peace in knowing that we will never have either of them. yay.

[porkchop-ao3]

Idk if you’re taking fic requests but maybe some holiday time Christmassy Flesh Curtains Rick where he admits he has some feelings for reader and some smut??? I’m up obscenely early and this is what tired brain wants to request.

I hope this satisfies your needs :P

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I gingerly sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, careful as to not wake up the man sleeping next to me. I stretched before getting up, rummaging through the pile of clothes on the floor to find my t-shirt and panties. Once I was semi-decent, I reached under my bed to pull out my weekend bag, and got to work packing. I’d left it to the last minute, of course. I was due to leave in a couple of hours to make the drive to my parents house, and I hadn’t even thought about packing until now. I tossed clothes into the bag haphazardly, feeling groggy and hungover from the night before.

Rick and I had attended a friend’s Christmas party, and had stumbled home together during the early hours of the morning, completely wasted, but not too drunk to screw around a little before crashing. My memories were hazy, but I had flashes of being fucked from behind up against the bathroom sink, of all places. I seemed to recall that we were gonna take a bath for some reason? Who knows. Things got crazy when Rick, alcohol and I hung out together.

I reached for my hair-dryer, figuring it might be useful to bring along just in case, and clumsily threw the thing onto the floor with a loud clatter.

“The fuck?” Rick groaned, peeling his face up from the pillow he was drooling on and looking over to me.

“Aw, shit. I’m sorry, I was trying to be quiet.” I apologized, picking the hair-dryer up with a sigh and stuffing it into the bag.

“You tyrin’a sneak out on me? Surely th-that’s my job, we’re in your house.” He chuckled, rolling onto his back to look at me. He reached for he cigarettes on the bedside table, and lit one up.

“I have to leave soon, I’m doing Christmas with my parents.” I told him, and my tone just said it all. He rose a brow at me.

“And that's… bad, right?” He asked, blowing out smoke with every word. I nodded.

“It’s just gonna be them tossing snide, passive aggressive remarks at one another all day, because they haven’t loved each other for fifteen years but are too scared to get a fucking divorce. Then my mother’s gonna get plastered, probably cry for some reason, and I’ll be stuck listening to her shit all night.” I grumbled, tossing my bag on the floor and walking back to the bed, falling onto it face first with a groan. “It’s the same every year.” I mumbled into the sheets.

“Then don’t go.” He said simply, and I lifted my head to narrow my eyes at him.

“Oh, I’ll never hear the end of it.” I said, and Rick rolled his eyes.

“Tell ‘em you made oth-other plans.” He shrugged.

“And then what? Stay at home all day, have myself a microwave dinner and get drunk on mulled fucking wine on my own?” I suggested, and Rick snorted.

“Ooor… we could do that together. Just you and me.” He countered, and I stared at him for a while, not really sure how to respond.

“I thought you were gonna spend Christmas with Birdperson and Squanchy.” I said, and he flicked the end of his cigarette into the ashtray before taking a deep drag.

“Yeah, that’s not happening anymore. Something came up.” He said, a hint of sadness in his tone that he tried to hide with indifference. I shifted my position, sitting cross legged on the bed. “Besides. They don’t even celebrate it, they only played along for my sake.”

“Well, I don’t want you to spend Christmas on your own.” I told him, and he gave me an unimpressed look.

“Yeah, I’m not looking for pity, or what-whatever. If you’d rather spend Christmas refereeing your parents’ bitching matches, then be my guest. Christmas isn’t- it’s just another day for me.” He blew smoke in my direction, then stubbed out his cigarette. “It was just an idea.”

“I’m not pitying you. I’m just surprised, spending Christmas together makes it seem like…” I paused, not really knowing where that sentence was going. Rick waited, staring at me expectantly. “Well, it’s what couples do, isn’t it?”

“And that’s weird, because?”

“It’s hardly like… we aren’t really…” I avoided his eyes, suddenly feeling exposed under his gaze.

“We just spent all night fucking.” He pointed out. “An-and that happens a lot. You- what do you think we are? Just, just buddies?”

“Fuck buddies seems a little more apt.” I said in a small voice.

“Fuck buddies.” Rick repeated, and laughed. “Alright, I guess that makes sense.”

“What, do you have a different view of what this is?”

“No. No, fuck buddies is fine.” He said, climbing out of bed and pulling on his boxer briefs. He turned to me, adjusting his junk. “I’m gonna go, I don’t mind spending tomorrow alone. It’s just a day, it’s not special.” He told me, and I stared at him in concern.

“If we aren’t fuck buddies then what are we?” I asked, and he gave me a funny look.

“I never said we weren’t.”

“No, but your face did. You aren’t happy. Talk to me.” I crawled across the bed, coming close to him. I pulled him forwards by his wrist and stared up at him. He frowned at me for a long while, before finally deciding to speak. For once, I didn’t have to plead and plead for him to open up to me.

“I don’t know, I just thought we were past that.” He shrugged. “Cause I am, at least.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, and he groaned, looking up at the ceiling.

“Don’t make me say it. Are you really gon-gonna make me say it?” He whined, and I let him go, plopping back down onto my ass. I looked at him expectantly, and he sighed. “You aren’t just a good fuck to me; I thought I made it obvious. Y-you know, I drag you all over the goddamn universe when I’m on tour, I spend like ninety percent of my spare time with you, I haven’t fucked anyone other than you in months.”

“Really? I thought… I mean there’s so many groupies. So many gorgeous women… and men. Hell, and everything in between. You haven’t been taking advantage of that?” I gaped, honestly surprised by this revelation.

“No. How, uh, how’s the saying go? Why go out for burgers when you’ve got steak at home?” He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. His words flattered me, and I felt my face get hot. “It gets boring anyway, fucking someone different every night. Sometimes you don’t wanna just fuck, you want-” he stopped and sighed heavily. “You want familiarity. Trust, maybe? I don’t know.”

“Oh, I see.” I whispered, staring up at him in awe. He squirmed under my gaze.

“What, that’s it? Stop staring at me like that. I don’t know what else you want me to say.” He grumbled, picking up his loose fitting tank top and pulling it over his head. “You want me to say that- that you’re special, or some bullshit like that?”

“No. I just want to hear your true feelings for once. You’re always so tight lipped.”

“Feelings? T-take your pick. Part of me wants to throttle you cause you’re never fucking satisfied with what I give you, you’re always prodding me for more, tryin'a coax it out of me.” he complained, fastening his leather choker around his neck. “And I don’t hear you- you’re not exactly forthcoming with your own 'feelings’.”

“Yeah, cause I don’t wanna make you run a mile.” I snorted.

“You’d have to try pretty hard.” He replied, pulling his tight pants on, one leg at a time as he hopped, unbalanced. Once he was dressed, he approached me and kneeled on the bed, cupping my face in his hands. “Don’t make me say it. As soon as I say it, things are gonna change and I don’t want them to.”

“I don’t want to assume what 'it’ is, Rick. Just fucking tell me. Things aren’t going to change.” I whispered. Rick leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue probing for access that I granted. He backed me up further onto the bed, his hands gently guiding me onto my back, he handled me like china; and it was very out of character. He moved his lips to my jaw, nipping and sucking as he traveled to my neck.

“Promise me.” He said into my skin, not looking up at me.

“Okay.” I whispered.

“Say it. Promise me things aren’t going to change between us. I like things exactly the way they are.”

“I do too, Rick. I promise, things won’t change.” I assured him, bringing my hands up to his hair, lacing my fingers through it. He sat up abruptly, wrenching my hands away from him. He hungrily stared down at my body, grabbing my legs and lifting them so they rested over his shoulders. I gasped at his sudden forcefulness, it was such a contrast to his previous touch. He bent down, tonguing the band of my panties into his mouth, and pulling on them with his teeth. I lifted my hips as I watched him drag my underwear down my legs with his teeth, he stared me in the eyes the whole time. I felt weak.

Once I was free of my panties, Rick ran kisses down the insides of my legs, kisses that turned to bites when he reached my thighs. He sucked on my flesh, bringing up tender little splotches. He reached a hand between my legs, parting my folds and taking moment to admire the view. His middle finger rubbed teasingly over my clit, barely any pressure. I pressed my lips together, exercising my patience and trying not to beg him.

My patience was rewarded, because soon his mouth was on me, dotting kisses over my opening, his tongue poking out and flicking fast. I shuddered and grunted; it wasn’t a particularly ladylike sound but goddamn it I couldn’t help it. Rick soon eased off though, moving his lips to my lower abdomen, kissing, tonguing, and otherwise lavishing me with affection. I mewled in disappointment, and Rick pushed my t-shirt further up, exposing my breasts. He cupped them, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he buried his face in my stomach, moaning softly. He said something, and I couldn’t make it out because his voice was so muffled.

“What?” I asked, embarrassingly out of breath. One of his hands moved back down my body, a finger slipped inside me, easily finding my g-spot. He stroked, the stimulation direct and well practiced; he knew how to please me.

“I love you.” He said in response, his voice still muffled but clear enough that I definitely didn’t mishear him.

“You-” I started, tensing up around his finger. He stilled, before removing it altogether. “No you don’t.”

“I do.” He argued, lifting his head to look at me. He pulled my legs off of his shoulders and settled between them, sliding up my body so our faces were level. I got about four seconds of eye contact before his face was pressed into my neck and his hips were rolling. I couldn’t concentrate on how good it felt to have his clothed hard on grinding against my bare pussy.

“You’ve never said that. Don’t say that if it’s just a heat of the moment thing.” I breathed, clutching onto the back of his shirt.

“I mean it.” He said, reaching for his pants. He pulled his cock free. “That’s the thing- that’s what I didn’t wanna say. Don’t make this harder.”

“Oh my God.” I said, wrapping my legs around him when he stroked the head of his length against my opening. “Shit, Rick… I didn’t think you- I thought that wasn’t your thing. I thought this was just a bit of fun for you.”

“It was.” He huffed, dipping the head of his cock inside me, pulling back just as fast; like he was resisting the urge to fuck me. “But shit, I guess things change, huh?”

“Fuck, Rick… I feel the same.” I admitted, tightening my legs around his waist, effectively pulling him inside me. “I have for so fucking long but I never said anything, I didn’t wanna push my luck.” I laughed breathlessly, and Rick began to move. He thrust fast, not wasting any time.

“Mm, I love you.” He repeated those words, and it gave me a pleasurable burst in my gut, a fluttery, giddy feeling that had me groaning.

“I love you.” I said it back, squeezing him tight as he fucked me. His pace was relentless, it was desperate, indulgent, he wasn’t holding a damn thing back and I was glad about it. He kissed me, tonguing me with an eagerness I’d never felt from him before.

“I want you, I want- fuck. I want you to myself.” He told me. Faster and faster, I’d never been fucked so fast. My mouth hung open and I could only nod. “Forever, baby. We’re gonna- it’s just gonna be me and you.”

“Yes, yes, oh fuck… please don’t stop.” I begged, he looked me in the eye; his gaze was intense. Possessive and lustful, I gorged on that expression, soaking it in and surrendering to him.

“I’m not gonna stop, baby, I’ve got you.” He cooed, shifting his hips so he rubbed up against my clit. It sent me over the edge in a flash, my orgasm came out of nowhere and my whole body was alight. Pleasure rippled through me, and I moaned Rick’s name over and over, my climax felt never ending. “That’s it. So good, I love it when you cum on my cock like that- fuck.” He growled, his thrusts becoming erratic.

Rick finished inside me soon after, his cock throbbed and twitched inside me as he filled me, glorious animalistic grunts met my ears and I laid back and took everything from him. He pulled out and sat back on his heels, parting my lips and watching his cum drip out of me, chewing on his lip and groaning quietly.

“Rick, what does this mean for us?” I asked after the atmosphere calmed, and he looked up at me with gorgeous, soft eyes.

“That w-we’re on the same page.” He said kicking off his pants lazily as he laid down on his side next to me. “Nothing’s changing. We agreed on that.”

“Okay. Good.” I whispered.

“Except maybe we’re gonna do this even more.” He added with a deep chuckle, stroking a hand over my stomach. I turned my head and grinned at him. Silence fell, and we laid there just looking at each other for a long time. I was the one to speak first.

“Let’s spend tomorrow together.”

“We can make Christmas pizza. With turkey on it and shit.” He suggested, his face lighting up with a content smile.

“Oh man, that sounds good.” I made a sound of appreciation, my mouth watering at the idea. “I feel like I’m gonna enjoy Christmas a lot more this year.”

[mangled-dreams]

Promising Sun - Part 6: Tomb Raiding

Promising Sun Part 6 - Tomb Raiding.

I'm sorry I've been so slow about this chapter. I've been dealing with a lot of writer's block, but I've finally finished and hopefully you enjoy.

So thank you for waiting with me.

It takes a few days and no small amount of swearing, but you'd finally left the weird between worlds and find your feet on solid ground. Just as promised by Jack you drop from the sky. Your shrieks catch the attention of visitor to the great Aztec pyramids. 

Damien catches you easily using Mark's body but that is beside the point. Once your feet are on the ground you smack Mark/Damien's shoulder, swatting him away from you. Your head spins and colors and darkness take over your once colorful world. It's taking more time than you had expected to readjust to your special sight. 

Pressing hand against your throbbing temple you shake your head slightly, blinking a few times to refocus yourself. The world is just as you left it. Auras fill your vision giving you a feeling of normalcy. You really have to focus to bring everything into perspective. It's almost like you have to relearn all your disciplines. 

"Hey, Y/n, you feelin' alright?" Sean/Jack asks steadying you with his hand. You nod your head not risking the vomit rising in your throat. You'd forgotten how dizzying and nauseated your aura vision made you. 

"You look a little green." Mark/Damien adds with a worried note. You hold your hand up and take a few calming breaths to settle your stomach.

"I'm fine...ah. It's been a long time since my vision gave me that much issue." you say softly. When you feel you can stand up you straighten your spine and take a look around you. The auras aren't dancing around anymore and have physical forms like you're used to.

"So, we're in Mexico, huh?" You ask wishing you could actually see Mexico, and for a moment you had before being shoved through the gaping hole in the ground of the in between world. 

"Yep!" Jack says cheerfully. You wonder if that's because of Sean of it he's just glad to be in a physical body again. You decide not to ask. 

"If my memory serves there is an entrance alone the back wall of the alter. We should be able to enter through there." Damien says. His voice is very different from what you've come accustomed do in the between world. 

"How long were we in that place?" You ask looking to Damien. You can see the softer tones again, the more vivid reds and magenta hues. You do enjoy the colors of Damien and Mark's mixed together. It’s soothing and not so overwhelming. 

"I would have to say it's been two days since entering that space." Damien tells you looking to his wrist watch.

"Two days? My family must be going nuts wondering where I am!" You shout as the real world issues suddenly crush you. Your normally little ball of anxiety has just doubled in side and quadrupled in weight. Gripping your chest your mind races with thoughts of what your parents must be going through. You just disappeared without a trace! 

"Y/n! Y/n! Everything is okay." Damien tells you, forcing you to crouch down and shoves your head towards your knees. "We've taken care of this. Jack and I, we thought of it. Your parents believe you've taken a quick weekend run about with Mark and Sean and a few friends to the beach. We've ensured that they believed it while you were sleeping that first night in the between world." Damien says coaxing you into a cool down.

 When you've finally able to breath without feeling like your chest is going to explode you look at Damien and ask, “They believed you?”

“Yes, even in Mark and Sean’s bodies we still retain quite a bit of our abilities. It allows us to go about our search relatively unnoticed by all.” Damien explains watching carefully. He feels confident you won’t have another mini panic attack.

“And it doesn’t hurt them when you use your magic on them?” You ask feeling much calmer. Confirms it does not harm anyone and you allow the pair to walk you up the thousands of stairs made up of the pyramid. You can't see it any more but you assume they chose the largest one to scale by the auras floating in mid air above you.

After the six hundred and twenty fourth steps you collapse to your knees with exhaustion. Over your head Jack and Damien exchange looks of sympathy and decide to sit down on either side of you.

"Here's water." Jack tells you holding out a bottle to you. You grab his wrist, letting your hand touch the water bottle before taking it from him. Checking the cap you pop it off and take a night long drag of water. 

"Thanks, Jack." You whisper leaning back against the stone step behind you and close your eyes. It feels amazing in Mexico, a little humid, but otherwise like paradise. “How much further up?” You ask wishing you could see the blue of the sky above you but only see darkness.

“A bit.” Damien tells you, obviously lying for your benefit.

You groan. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to help, I want to go back home and live the rest of my life trying to forget all this craziness”

Jack chuckles on your left and Damien chuckles on your right. “You know that ain’t happenin’.” Anti tells you. You can distinctly hear humor in his tone. You smile at this.

“Come on, a few more hundred steps and we’ll break for some lunch.” Damien offers peaking your interest with food. You hadn’t even thought about packing or asking about food since it was virtually provided at will to you in the between world.

"You mean like real food?" You ask happily.

"What other kind o' food you thinkin' about?" Jack asks. You shrug in response. You guess to him the between world food is just normal to him as well. 

With a heavy sigh you close your eyes and stand up. Ever ounce of your body is telling you not to, to simply roll over and call it good, but you've committed yourself to this fate. Damien and Jack keep you between their sides, helping you to continue forward. You're counting the steps out of habit.

“When we find your bodies what will happen then? Is there some kind of ritual? A spell you have to do?” You ask feeling a little less winded but still tired.

Damien shrugs. “We’re not sure. This is the first we’ve ever done this. I am hopeful it is as straight forward as just repossessing my own body.”

You nod, your head dropping down and for a moment before lifting it again you see something catch your eye. Stopping dead you twist, your feet remaining planted, but your torso twists as you see a faint glow of green and red below your feet. You pull your head up again, look at Damien and jack then back down.

Using your internal map you take a few steps down and crouch down. You lay your hand on the hot stone and stare intently at the colors. You know without a doubt you had not seen these colors before trekking up the pyramid. Pressing your hands along the stone work you feel for something out of the ordinary—not that you would know what’s not ordinary about a damn pyramid.

“Rose?” Damien calls earning a swat of your hand.

Looking around again you catch a small wisp of aura tail. It’s faint and even in the blinding darkness you’re having trouble catching it with your eyes. Putting all your attention, your focus, your effort into following this wisp of green and red aura you follow it up to Damien and Jack and back down again to the faint auras below you.

Going to your hands and knees you feel your way along the stone, pausing briefly to avoid injury on your task to find a way down to—what you assume is Jack and Damien’s bodies.

Behind you Damien and Jack stick close to you. They’re sure you’re locked on to something important, especially when you keep looking down in the same direction the further along the pyramid wall you go. The pair talk to each other, wondering what it is that has you tuning them out so intently.

“Do you think she’ll find the way in?” Jack asks taking his eyes off you for just a few moments to glance at Damien.

“I don’t know, Jack. Wait, Rose! Y/n, that’s the edge.” Damien responds jumping forward his arm wrapping around your waist.

You squeak, startled by the sudden halt but don’t react much past that small noise. Your eyes trained on a dim aura that matches your color just out of your reach. “Down.” You tell Damien pointing to the dimly lit aura. Damien nods and carries you down the side of the pyramid to the level you need and sets you on your feet.

You’ve never seen the symbol floating in the darkness. It doesn’t match any written language you’ve seen and yet, somehow it reminds you of Egypt and the pyramids there. You quickly attribute it to the fact you are on a pyramid currently.

The color turns vivid, bright, and nearly blinding as you step closer to it. You hesitate to reach out, not sure if you should or not. You feel Damien and Jack standing behind you, waiting for you to make your move.

Taking a steady breath you reach out to the symbol finding there is a heat to it, not an uncomfortable heat but still heat. Your fingers brush the cold stone as the symbol it’s self seems to heat your palm as you press your whole hand against it. Sound in the world around you goes mute. All you hear is a quiet shift of stone as the symbol disappears from your sight.

A blast of dust and chill hits your face first. You quickly shield your face with your hands, crying out when small bits of stone pelts you from the force of whatever magic kept the door closed. Jack grabs your arm, pulling you into the shelter of his chest as the wind picked up, more stones being flung from the inside of the massive structure. You don’t understand how it is happening.

“Damien!” Jack shouts earning a nod from Damien. You don’t see as much as feel Damien’s ability in the physical world. Calming pressure combats the paranormal wind until it finally calms down.

“What was that?” you ask not caring how messy your hair is now thanks to the wind.

“A safe guard. When this place was sealed up this trap was placed to detour anyone from entering. Jack, stay here with Y/n, I’m going to go in and dispel what I can.” Damien says entering the pyramid. He doesn’t want to say it, but he’s never seen this entrance. It worries him that you were able to find this without their help.

While you wait for Damien to return Jack retains his touch on you, keeping you between himself and the wall of the pyramid. A few minutes after Damien disappeared into the inky blackness before you and Jack, you both hear people screaming about a large cat.

Looking up at Jack you ask him, “Is that another safe guard?”

Jack looks beyond you and tells you to stay against the wall before walking away from you. You want to reach out and pull him back but instead tell him to be careful.

Jack peers down at the people screaming and running away from a fast moving large cat not indigenous to the area. With a sigh Jack whistles loudly, getting the large cat’s attention. “Up here ya flea bag.” He calls as the cat spots him and quickly climbs the stairs. “She’s over here.” He tells the cat leading it over to your hiding spot.

Looking at Jack you notice the large animal shaped aura and knit your brows together as realization dawns over you. “Cat!” You say rushing forward to the much larger looking animal companion. Your fingers glide into the creature’s thick fur and you hug the large animal. “Oh, Cat, how did you get here?” You ask burying your face in the familiar smelling fur. ‘Wait, why are you so big? You were pretty large for a domestic looking cat, but now you’re huge!” You say looking at the beautiful aura of your feline companion. Cat meows at you as if answering you and it’s louder than you remember. It sort of frightens you.

“Jack, how did Cat get so big?” You ask looking to Jack’s green swirling aura. You watch his shoulders shrug slightly.

“Damien told ya about Cryverns didn’t he? They’re mythical creatures able to do a lot without real explanation.” Jack responds.

“It’s all clear in here.” Damien announces stepping out of the black of the doorway. Seeing the Cryvern he pauses. "I was wondering when you'd show up."

You look back at Damien in question. "You knew Cat would show up?" You ask walking over to Damien with Cat guiding you. You conclude that Cat is better than any walking cane you've ever had. He guides you so perfectly over the unstable ground.

"Did you find a clear route down?" Jack asks glancing at Cat with a tint of jealousy. Damien mirrors him to a less degree.

"No, there are many different areas to branch off from." Damien says taking the lead. You follow with Anti just behind you and Cat brushing against your side. You follow Damien's aura as Cat keeps you from fumbling into crumbled structures and large boulders on the ground.

"Steady." Jack says calmly when you trip over a small rock embedded into the floor. You nod, thank him quietly, and continue on a little slower.

"Y/n, do you see anything anymore?" Damien asks pausing in the center of a large chamber with many different directions. From his experience, Damien know many of them could lead to deadly outcomes and he already knows you're able to sense something.

You look around, your whole being focusing again on the thin wisps of aura linking Damien and Jack to their true bodies. Giving Cat a soft push you walk as far left as Cat will allow before making a wide half circle loop. You frown.

"Jack's aura is coming from over here and Damien's aura is coming out of a space close to Damien." You say not sure how this is possible since you can clearly see both their bodies withing feet of each other. Looking at the pair respectively you ask, "Which way are we going to go?"

Follow Jack's Aura.                                      Follow Damien's Aura.

[sassycassie-s-writing]

Elixir

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): Avengers + YouTube/Thomas Sanders (feat. @moonlight-lyrics)

Rating: PG-11 (minor blood)

Original Idea: I just write Marvel better than most of my other fandoms since I have the most practice, but I wanted to do a TS one with some help from lovely Lyric.

Notes: (Masterlist)(About Me) Pretty sure Elixir and Wonder-Pool will return together in a one-shot that’s better than this one. Though this one was a blast to write.

^^^^^

“Elixir!” Spider-Man shouted, clinging to my shoulders. “We need your help! She’s hurt!”

There was a sound like a baseball player sliding to home base and through my blurry vision I saw Thomas kneeling over me.

“I’m fine,” I tried to protest, voice low and thick. “Civilians need Elixir’s help more than me.”

“All the civilians have been evacuated,” Thomas informed me. “I can heal you.”

I shook my head. “Don’t want to lose my pain tolerance,” I muttered.

“You never let him heal you!” Peter scolded. “You’re not going to lose your pain tolerance if you let him close the gaping wounds on your back.”

Lyric—Wonder-Pool—joined us at that moment, landing on her knees near my feet. “Are you crazy?!” she demanded. “Why aren’t you letting him heal you?!” She whirled on Thomas. “Close those wounds now!” she ordered, despite the fact that Thomas probably out-ranked her (not that we really had a ranking system on the team—he’d just been an Avenger for longer).

“I won’t unless she’s actively dying and can’t consent because she’s unconscious. She’s made her choice and I have to respect that.”

“Elixir!” Lyric exclaimed. “We’re in the middle of a battle! We need her!” She whirled on me. “You tell him to fix you up now or I will telepathically make you!”

“That doesn’t count as consent,” Thomas pointed out quietly. Lyric ignored him.

“Fine!” I cried. “If it’ll get all of you to shut up I’ll let him heal the worst of it.”

Lyric folded her arms and nodded in satisfaction.

Peter slowly helped me sit up, exposing the presumably-nasty gashes on my back. Thomas and Lyric both gasped. Then Thomas cleared his throat. “Yeah those are pretty bad,” he decided. “Okay. This is going to hurt as infection is cleansed, but after it’ll feel a whole lot better, okay?”

“Okay,” I grumbled. Peter held both of my hands to keep me upright.

I felt Thomas’ warm hand rest on the tears in my suit. “There are three that are really bad, but if you really want, I’ll leave the others alone.”

“Yeah. Just get rid of the worst ones so I can keep fighting.”

There was a flare of agony and burning. I clenched Peter’s hands and screwed my face up, back arching.

Then all the pain eased out. I slumped forward into Peter’s chest.

^^^^^

Lyric and Thomas lounged in the Avengers facility in upstate New York, a couple hours after the battle with the crimelord. Peter and his stubborn girlfriend were upstairs—Peter was taking care of her and patching her up since she refused to let Thomas heal her. Thomas himself was completely spotless given his ability to heal himself. Lyric was mostly healed. Spider-Man and his girlfriend both had decent healing abilities on themselves, but theirs were nothing compared to Thomas’.

Just as Scarlet Witch’s telepathy was nothing compared to Lyric’s.

“What was she thinking?” Lyric muttered.

“She only ever lets me heal her if she’s on the brink of death,” Thomas commented. “Maybe she’s the smart one. She says she doesn’t want to lose her pain tolerance and always says that civilians need my powers more than she does and what happens if there’s a time when I’m not there when she can’t be instantly magically healed—yada, yada, yada. You know her better than anyone on the team besides maybe Peter—and he can’t see inside her head. You know how ridiculously stubborn she is. Sure she’s weird, but then again, aren’t we all?”

Lyric snorted, kind of sarcastically. “I just don’t want her to die because she’s playing hero.”

“She won’t.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Like I said, if she’s actively dying and-slash-or unconscious, I will heal her without her consent. I’m not going to let her die, Lyric. You know I’m not. Not ever.”

Steve Rogers strolled in with Sam Wilson in tow and sat down on the loveseat and the futon. Lyric and Thomas were on either ends of the sofa across from the futon, kiddie-corner to the loveseat. Tony’s usual armchair made up the fourth side of the furniture surrounding the coffee table in this section of the common area.

Lyric could hear their thoughts. Sam was thinking about some mundane, responsible-adult stuff, but Steve, while talking about that mundane, responsible-adult stuff, was actually thinking about whether or not he’d be able to jump from the roof of the Avengers Tower to the roof of the adjacent building.

His poker face gave none of that away, and Lyric commended him for that.

Though, he did give her a sly smile when Sam and Thomas weren’t paying attention.

“I know you won’t,” Lyric continued as if the two older men hadn’t shown up. “But I can’t help but feel more than a little worried about her.”

Steve and Sam looked up. “Worried about who?” Steve inquired.

“Spidey’s ridiculously stubborn girlfriend,” Lyric answered, refusing to even say her friend’s name since she was still mad. Though, if she was honest with herself, she was actually more scared that she would lose her friend than she was angry.

“Wouldn’t let me heal her during the battle,” Thomas put in.

Sam snorted. “Yeah, well, she’s a strange one,” he remarked.

“Give her a break guys,” Steve interrupted. “She may have some ideas that are different from ours, but she’s still a valuable member of the team. And who knows? Maybe she’s the smart one. She won’t lose the threshold of pain she’s built up since she started this life.” Thomas and Steve shared a smirk while Lyric rolled her eyes.

She sighed. “Let’s talk about something else,” she said.

Thomas patted her knee. “In all the excitement, I forgot to tell you that you did an incredible job during the fight today. Ever since graduation, you’ve really improved. Your fighting form is smoother and more accurate than ever before.”

Lyric smiled and slapped her friend in the knee. “Well, I’ve had a great teacher.”

The two of them joked about Superhero Academy a lot—they pretended it was a six-month long boot camp run by Tony Stark and Steve Rogers and at graduation they were able to choose their costume and their name. The two of them sometimes spent their free time making up stories about their own separate times at the Superhero Academy.

Becoming an Avenger wasn’t that simple.

Still, Thomas had been good to Lyric when she first joined—a telekinetic telepath much like Scarlet Witch but with stronger mind-reading capabilities, weaker telekinetic ones, and the added power of creating brightly-colored weapons with only her mind. When the Avengers found her and took her in, she was a worried kid who didn’t know how to control her powers. Thomas changed that. He trained her and made sure she didn’t blow up the compound every other day. He’d turned her into a capable superhero with a wondrous pool of powers.

Hence her name, Wonder-Pool.

Lyric smiled. “Thanks Thomas. Glad to hear I’m getting better. That’s a relief.”

Steve and Sam grinned at each other. They loved the dynamics of the younger members of the team. Peter, his girlfriend, Thomas, and Lyric were all really close. They knew what the others were going to do almost before they did it and would adjust their combat accordingly.

It was fascinating.

Thomas and Lyric began discussing the battle and form. Thomas’ powers were defensive. One couldn’t offensively heal someone. That didn’t make sense. But the Avengers couldn’t simply sideline him because of his powers. He was an incredibly capable fighter. Even though he didn’t like inflicting harm, he was really good at it.

“—can’t be sloppy,” Thomas was saying when Spider-Man and his stubborn, Band-Aid-covered girlfriend reentered the room.

^^^^^

I chuckled under my breath. Lyric and Thomas were almost closer than me and Peter—which was saying something given they weren’t dating and we were. They were sitting right next to each other on the sofa, heads together, talking about the fight. They were so cute.

Sam and Steve were there too—each with tablets and talking about adult stuff sitting kiddie corner each other on the loveseat and the futon.

Peter sat on the big cushy armchair and pulled me down onto his lap.

“What’s up guys?” I asked.

Lyric and Thomas both turned to look at me. “You’re alive!” Thomas exclaimed, half-sarcastic, half-excited-puppy.

“Yeah thanks to you,” I replied flatly.

“Well, since you’re still alive,” Lyric began. “How about pizza? Or ice cream? Anyone for either?”

“Me!” three voices answered at the same time. Thomas, Peter, and me. Steve and Sam snickered behind their tablets and just carried on their work as if “The Kids” (as they called the four of us) weren’t even there.

“Great. Let’s go!”

Another good day as an Avenger.

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Does Biting A Cat´s Ear Show Dominance? The Ugly Truth

We’ve all heard the legend that biting a cat’s ear will show them who is the boss around the house. But will nibbling on Fluffy’s pointy ear really mark you as a dominant member of the family? Or will it just convince your cat that you are insane and to be avoided?

Does Biting A Cat´s Ear Show Dominance? Biting a cat’s ear is not only very difficult to do, but also completely useless. In the best possible scenario, nothing will happen. Your cat will carry on with her life and continue to consider you inferior. In the worst case scenario, you will end up severely scratched, and your cat will be traumatized for life.

It has been proven that having a healthy, well-rounded relationship with your pet is what you really should be striving for. Read on to find out more about where this awkward advice comes from, why it’s completely crazy and what you should really be doing!

So what’s wrong with the ear-biting advice?

The most dangerous lousy advice is the one that is closest to the truth. We tend to follow it more blindly because it “sounds right”.

Even though the theory of biting a cat, or any pet, to show dominance has been thoroughly debunked for decades, it still floats around the internet and gets passed on as a “good tip”.

The problem with this myth is that it is based on actual observation. Animals, in the wild and in the home, will use subtle cues to establish and assert their dominance within their group, pack or herd. Most of these cues involve some sort of physical interaction.

In the case of dogs and cats, it has been often observed that a dominant specimen will bite the ears of a submissive specimen.

So this must mean, logically, that if we do the same thing, we will establish ourselves as the dominant pack member, right?

Wrong!

There are two essential problems with this advice that people keep ignoring, whether by mistake or on purpose.

We are not as subtle communicators as cats, dogs, or any other animal. We have speech, and they don’t. The way they communicate is as far beyond our grasp as Shakespeare is beyond theirs.

The way they send these messages of dominance and submission is complicated and involves many cues.

The gesture is coupled with body language, heart rate, a certain level of pressure of the bite, and even chemicals released by their organism. Humans don’t have that range of transmission, so even if we think that we are sending a very clear message to our cat, we’re really not.

We are observing an effect, not the cause of dominance. A dominant animal will often bite the ear of a submissive one, yes, but that’s not how they became dominant in the first place.

Their dominance is often a factor of size, health, bravery, the result of many fights, and hundreds of other things we can’t fully comprehend.

The fact that they bite each other’s ear is simply an effect that takes place after dominance has already been established. Us trying to do it would be very much like trying to occupy a job that we didn’t actually get.

What is unacceptable dominant behavior?

Dominant behavior is not automatically bad or good, it’s just behavior. Your cat, especially in a multi-cat household, will be more dominant than some cats, and less dominant than others.

What kind of behavior you find unacceptable depends very much on you, and nobody else can dictate how your household should live. While for some people, having their cat sleep on their chest is not OK, others think it’s a treat.

Here is a list of cat behavior that people often think is “wrong” but is in fact completely normal.

Remember though, just because it’s normal doesn’t mean you have to accept it! It just means that there’s nothing wrong with your cat and she is simply displaying behavior normally found within her DNA.

sitting on you,

sleeping on your chest,

nipping, biting (yes, really),

biting, then licking,

biting or scratching when being petted,

getting overexcited when being petted,

refusing to be picked up,

refusing to be bathed,

hissing at you to defend food,

getting angry when woken up from a deep sleep

These, as well as many others, are completely natural, explainable attitudes. Which ones you are willing to put up with and which ones you need to stop are entirely your decision and depend on the background and personality of your cat.

Perhaps, for example, a stray cat that was nearly starved to death will be extra defensive about food, and knowing her circumstances, you might decide to allow that. Your roof, your rules!

What will happen if I bite my cat’s ear?

First of all, I sincerely wish you the best of luck in doing that. Since you are considering biting your cat’s ear, you probably already have a cat which has displayed some sort of behavioral issues towards you.

That just makes it all the more unlikely that you are going to get anywhere near their ears at all, let alone with your mouth.

Second of all, if you do insist on trying, I strongly advise that you prepare bandages, disinfectant, and potentially sutures beforehand. A knowledge of how to stitch gaping wounds is advisable.

Otherwise, a friend ready to call the ambulance will suffice. Remember that your cat has claws, and it takes a split second for her to move them from the ground to your face.

Even a cat that has never once scratched you might decide to give it a try on this occasion.

Finally, if you do get a good chomp in and survive, be prepared that she may never let you get near her ever again. Rightfully so, your cat has now understood that you are a psychopath and not to be trusted.

You probably don’t have to worry about your cat trying to dominate you anymore, but that’s because it just won’t come anywhere close to you.

Did your cat just lie there placidly, completely unconcerned, and let you bite its ear without even caring? Congratulations, you have a cat that likes you, trusts you, and has zero dominance issues whatsoever.

So there was no point in doing it at all unless you fancied finding out what it feels like to have a furry tongue.

What can I do to show my cat that I am boss?

While quick fixes for bad behavior may do more damage than good, there are definitely things you can do in order to improve the situation that don’t involve abusing your cat.

Accept that you are not going to be “dominating” your cat. The whole “be the alpha of your pack” attitude is primitive and had been repeatedly proven faulty for both dogs and cats. In a healthy relationship with your pet, you would be a friend and guide, not an evil dictator.

Accept that cats are not as trainable as dogs, so there are some aspects of their personality that no amount of work can erase. It is possible, for example, to educate your cat to bite less. However, you can’t turn an independent, fierce and adventurous cat into a pet that will heel at the snap of your fingers.

It’s OK to be assertive in the right conditions. If you’re absolutely sure that your cat doesn’t frighten easily, isn’t already wary of you, and doesn’t show any signs of being shy, there’s nothing wrong with standing your ground. Believe it or not, even the most stubborn of cats will understand a firm, well-growled “no”.

Aim for a balanced, well-rounded relationship. Rather than trying to “dominate”, try to provide your cat with plenty of outlets for her energy. Play, socialize, offer treats and rewards for good behavior, and redirect bad behavior. Being calm and consistent in your rules is much more likely to establish you as the leader in your family than trying to dominate the other members.

Related questions

Do cats have dominance issues? Some cats can, in fact, display undesirable dominant behaviors. While not all dominant behavior is bad, such as when an older cat displays dominance over a kitten, some can become a problem. This is especially the case for elderly, sick or smaller pets who can end up being severely bullied.

Do cats show dominance over humans? Cats trying to dominate humans doesn’t happen very often. Most of the behaviors that you think are trying to show dominance over you are in fact a simple and natural part of cat social interactions, which are much more subtle and complex than humans can fully understand. That is why they are often misunderstood, and we attribute human explanations to them.