#lime/steamy

[happy74827]

Cold Little Heart

[Castiel x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Castiel returns, despite his hesitations

WC: 1,106

Category: Angst, Little bit of Fluff, Lime/Steamy

“And I know in my heart, in this cold heart. I can live, or I can die.”

『••✎••』

You felt his arm wrap around your torso, bringing you closer. The demons were surrounding you both, growling and snarling like rabid dogs. You watched in fear as he threw his angel blade at the wall, causing the sigils to crack and break.

You screamed his name in fear as they all rushed forward, but when you felt a firm press on your forehead, it relaxed your nerves immediately. As you stood there, you felt a gush of wind surround you at a lightning speed before stopping like it was never there in the first place. 

You knew you were safe when it became silent. You were finally safe. You were home, or at least the hotel room you rented. 

“Cassie…” Your voice stammers a bit, the sudden goosebumps that had formed now was fading away into your skin.

“Hold still.” His gruff voice spoke, just above a whisper. His hand gazed over your stomach with arms still attached around your lower back. You obliged to his words as you watched the soft blueish light illuminate from his hand to your stomach, the blood dissolving into nothing. Your wound healing in a matter of seconds.

When he finished, his vibrant eyes stared back at yours with a vigorous intensity. You had recently compared them to a husky — being that Cas had a personality similar to that of the puppy, but looking at his eyes now, they changed.

His eyes were now fire in water, passion in ice. The once mindless, dull eyes were now full of expression. Its shade was of an ideal raindrop on a blue aster. The shade of a waterway rushing to join the extraordinary sea.

He knew being here with you was wrong, but he could barely control himself at this point. He’s been fighting himself for nearly three months, avoiding your face to avoid everything else. Both Dean and Sam had noticed — he was sure of it — but neither commented. They allowed him to hurt your feelings, conflict your emotions. It was a shitty thing to do, but he had to do it. He couldn’t risk it.

He couldn’t risk you being collateral damage.

His hands had moved up to your forearms, grasping them firmly. His eyes never left yours, admiration forming into his ardent eyes. It was like a gravitational force came upon you, pulling you closer into him. Your hands found its way to his chest, pulling your arms out of his grasp.

He leaned down, creating a small gap between the two of you. His lips were hovering over yours, just inches apart. His hands gripped your hips, preventing you from falling.

Of course, he never fully stayed away. With all that was happening around the world and the brothers constantly fighting greater evils, he found himself occasionally flying to see you. You couldn’t see him, but he was there. For everything.

If this had been a few years ago, he would be emotionless… thinking nothing of how you’d feel. But, you helped him see the world worth living for. You — and the brothers, but mostly you — gave him humanity. Gave him purpose other than the orders he was created to follow.

His heart broke every time you collapsed in despair. Your quiet sobs soaking into your pillows, trying to keep those emotions hidden from the brothers. He always wondered why you never cried in Dean’s arms… or Sam’s. They’d always make time for you.

Eventually, after every day of watching your endless suffering, it finally snapped him out of it. You had gone on a hunt, fighting demons despite being at a definite disadvantage. No boys… no Bobby… it was as if you were suicidal at this point, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

That’s when he stepped in, body slamming the two demons in front of you — smiting them quickly and efficiently. He would never forget the face you made as the two of you made contact… there was light. Hope.

The moment was shortly caught off as more demons poured in like a swarm of zombies. It was clear you had underestimated the swarm, and he was very thankful he was around otherwise you’d dead within a minute.

Before he could close the gap between the two of you, he pulled away. “I can’t.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Can’t?”

He sighed, looking down. “I’m an angel of the lord.”

“Yeah, Cassie, I kinda know that.” You retorted with a slight smile.

He gave you an annoyed expression, rolling his eyes. “I meant us, as in… us. It’s…it’s frowned upon.”

“Well, I’m already frowned upon by my parents, so it’s not much of a shocker—”

He rolled his eyes again, interrupting you. “Angels aren’t supposed to feel love. They’re not supposed to feel anything for that matter.”

“But you do so that doesn’t matter.” You stated, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s okay, Cassie, we’re okay.”

“No, we’re- we’re not.” He sighed, “I thought I could fix this by leaving. I thought if I had left you alone, everything would slowly fix itself. But, I was wrong. It’s still there. Everything is still there.”

“Cas…”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been there.” His hands had cupped your face as he sighed into you. You saw the pain he held in his eyes, clearly he had been suffering just as you did. “I inflicted pain on you for selfish reasons. I was a coward, hiding away, instead of facing my fears.”

“Cas, you rebelled against everything you’ve ever believed in to help us. To help Dean save his brother. You practically broke every rule in the angel rule book. You faced Uriel… Anna… Zachariah… how could you be that scared after facing them? After everything we faced—?!”

You were cut off by Cassie’s sudden closeness. You hadn’t realized how much it escalated until your body had been pushed against the wall, his lips devouring yours, feeling hungry and ambiguous. Your lungs felt clenched, the air being sucked out of you, as your lips became numb with his touch.

Castiel was apprehensive at first, leaving feathery kisses that felt hesitant. His hands had wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into the heat of his body. Your hands slowly tangled and gripped his hair, guiding him along as you deepened the kiss. 

When your back found its way against the wall, his hands pinned your head in place. A whine escaped your throat as he slithered his tongue down, dancing and intertwining with yours as your hands caressed down from his neck to his spine. 

Eventually his hand found his tie, yanking it off with one tug, before discarding it onto the floor. His overcoat following in pursuit.

“I believe if I just try, you believe in you and I.”

[starlitwhispers]

for you hesitate to love me 1500 words, lime/mochi for @musubiki a/n: girly this is homework, tell me what i did bad so i can write them better

He said, “We’re no longer kids, Moch.” 

He said this, after breaking the news. Like a crystal ball dropped to the ground, shattering into a million pieces – those pieces being the words laid across the floor – sharp, deadly to the touch, drawing a line between them. She wasn’t quite too sure what to say in reply and as she struggled to find the words, her voice faltered and his expression remained the same. 

The tip of his sneaker toed the ground as his head hung down. He was waiting for a response. And a response, he didn’t receive. After a couple minutes painstakingly passed, he rubbed the back of his neck in frustration and sighed. His frustration was not with her, no – he could never find fault with her. His anger and discontent lay solely with the situation as it was not his ideal. It was not his ideal… but it was his answer. 

She watched as he turned his back to her and walked away. The moment he left her line of sight, he wouldn’t be the same person she knew. The same person she loved. In the worst way, he was off to become someone she could not trust, quite possibly her enemy. In the easiest way, as she told herself to ease her aching heart, he would return to her. It was fine, anyway, because she had decided her own path as well – without telling him in the first place. 

But when she turned her back to his, her heart began to ache. When would they see each other again? The young witch had been sure, very sure, when she returned, he would be there waiting. Time had progressed for her on her own journey, a metamorphosis through magic and growth. And when she returned, he wasn’t there waiting, like she had thought. As she wandered with her eyes glancing around for a glimpse of his orange hair, she found no such thing. 

Perhaps, he could really change too, after all. 

Days began to pass. She worked harder on her spells and her beloved familiar purred with praise and pride. Days turned into months and her mother said she could have more responsibility with the cafe. She spent more time learning about something called ‘FIFO’ for the stock in the back. Months turned into what felt like an eternity and her hair had grown a bit longer, sometimes more puffy depending on the weather. 

And finally, he had come back. 

In truth, really not much time had passed, it was all relative. But to Mochi, without him around, it could have been years and she wouldn’t have known it. A day without seeing him felt like forever. And for Lime, the feeling was quite the same – although, she didn’t know that. For all these years they had known each other, there had always been this thin wall between them. Faint hints and unsure mumblings about the other which barely passed them by – with a singular, clear message: 

I love you.

But with this decision, the wall between them had become stronger, wider and something she was unsure to touch. If she hadn’t been certain of whether to cross that boundary before he left, she had a more conclusive idea now. Lime had always been his own person to her, but looking at him in that getup was more than she could take. It was if they lived in separate worlds–

Funny. Funny how she felt what he had felt for so long. This… untouchability, this uncrossable bridge, of difference in ability and personhood. And in the midst of the difference, they shared the same heart. 

He walked around town with that girl for weeks, running around waving new weapons, and living his life without needing her. She wasn’t sure how to approach him, only he could really do that, so he did just that. And somehow, he found himself standing before her, in the privacy of her home, with no one else around. 

Her eyes looked him up and down, conflicting feelings of desire and heartache boiling inside all at once. And they stood apart, staring at the other not as children, high school friends, or classmates, but as a man and a woman. Yet, yet, yet, flashed in her mind; but, but, but! He’d been initiated as a member of the very organization that stands against her kind. How could she ever dare love this specific mortal? If it hadn’t felt like taboo before, it sank like a pit in her stomach now. 

Now, his eyelids slowly blinked as his gaze soaked every inch of her in. They both had changed so much, but in his belief, she stayed the same Mochi. Beautiful, kind, and a storm of emotion and pondering behind her eyes. But this time, she was hesitating, he could see it. It must be the clothes, he thought, they say they make the man, after all.

And made him they did. 

All this time, he had been running after her. He had been trying to close this gap but somehow instead took one step forward and three steps back. He wasn’t compensating anymore, he knew this, confidently. So, he would now step forward without the distance continuing to grow. When he stepped forward, she tried to step away and he reached out to stop her. For the first time. And he could reach her. 

“Mochi, please stop,” he began, his voice low and earnest. 

The seriousness in his words finally caused her to meet his gaze. Her eyes had been avoiding his face ever since the moment she noticed how handsome he had become. She could barely hear him over the sound of her beating heart. 

“W-What?” She finally managed to reply, a crack in her voice followed by uneasiness. 

He didn’t like this. He liked when Mochi was herself around him, when she was comfortable, laughing, and smiling. But then he thought to himself, how long had it been since he last saw that version of her? How long had it been since they had… been themselves together? He didn’t train this hard for her to push him away again. He loved her more than she could understand, more than the stars could explain, and more than whatever cosmic force might try to keep them apart. He would tear any opposing forces apart and down and inside out to have her. 

Gently, he grasped a few strands of her hair. He felt the ends of it on his thumb, lovingly peering down at the locks. And then, his gaze trailed up to her blushing and adamant face. His eyes ever so steadfast and sincere, he finally responded to her. 

“I’m not running on some baseball field anymore and you’re… you’re not struggling with 3rd period physics anymore. I’m not running anymore, but you – you are… Stop running away from me, stop… hesitating.” 

She swallowed, the resolution in his voice caught her off guard, and somehow, hurt her feelings. Her? Running away? She wasn’t sure if she was ready to face the music, hadn’t that been the case? She was running away? No, she needed to stay strong, feign ignorance. 

“What does some soldier from the M34TH want with me, some witch?” She answered, turning her face away from his. 

He stepped closer, their bodies barely an inch apart. He lowered his face closer to hers, his gaze piercing with sincerity and a fire she had known before behind his eyes. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m not just some soldier and you’re not just some witch, but if you’re stressing that beautiful head of yours out about it, allow me to clarify.” 

His large, calloused hand swiftly found its way to her waist, while the other gently cradled her jaw tilting upwards. Within seconds he closed the distance between their lips and pressed their bodies together. How long had he been waiting for his moment, to claim what he felt was unclaimable? When he pulled away, he brushed his thumb across her lips, which she quickly pushed away and hid her face within his chest. 

What had he just done? He broke the wall, he crossed the line – he had done what she kept herself from doing for so long. He stopped hesitating. Her fingers gripped the sides of his coat and she pushed her face harder into his chest. She felt too many things, too many conflicting thoughts swirling, but above it all it told her this may change everything. 

And, in true Lime fashion, “this won’t change anything,” he said. As if reading her mind, he responded with the words she needed to hear. “But let me have this today, where you’re not some witch and I’m not some officer.”

She pulled back and looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. “And what about tomorrow, when I decide to hesitate again? What about tomorrow, when I have to be who I really am, a witch, and you have to put that uniform on?” 

Wrapping his arms around her, he snuggled his chin into the nape of her neck. “No matter what day it is, you’re still Mochi and I’m still Lime.”

[chrollohearttags]

face to face • nanami kento

synopsis: a steamy rendezvous with your boss and lover becomes even more complicated when he decides to answer a phone call from the last person you wanted him to.

content + themes: infidelity/affairs, backshots, hair pulling, toxic relationship with reader + gojo, alcohol use, praise kink, slight foot play, squirting, pussy eating, pleasure dom nanaminnn (and he’s a lil toxic too), ofc reader calls him daddy

word count: 3.5K

📝: so this lil hc is gonna take on a mind of its own I see 🌚 LMAO y’all enjoy though. Like I’m really ready to make an entire story out of this. Tell me if y’all are team Gojo or team Nanami.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.

“I’ll be back in a bit. Don’t wait up for me..”

the text bubble going from lime green to bright blue in a matter of seconds as it was delivered..the contact on the other end more than likely wouldn’t even acknowledge it until hours later, you were certain of it. All but betting on the fact that it’d be left on read as well. A clear sign of how pretentious and petty they were..the culprit in question was none other than your boyfriend of three years, Satoru Gojo. A term you used rather sparingly nowadays; due in part to the fact that he hadn’t been much of one in the past year or so. To the majority of others around you, your union could be described as nothing more than mere goals. Your friends would constantly talk the two of you up and confess that they were jealous of the fact that you had bagged such a handsome, fine, sweetheart of a boyfriend. However, as the age old cliche stated..looks were rather deceiving and behind closed doors, your relationship was in utter turmoil. Arguments by day and steamy make up sex by night; doing very little to compensate for the pain he put you through. Hearing stories about how he was at the club with this girl or caught texting that one. Granted, you knew he was the quintessential playboy type when you first made his acquaintance and although he promised you were different, vowing to prove so if you gave him the chance..it was merely another one of his many lies. It didn’t take long before the chivalrous facade dropped and he revealed his true colors. There wasn’t much he had to offer nowadays and quite frankly, you were going through the motions; living as mere roommates if anything.

however, you had begun to find solace elsewhere. In the arms of another man, who just so happened to be much closer than anyone would ever expect! No more were the nights of crying yourself to sleep when you were cradled in the arms of none other than your boss and newfound lover:

“Kento…hi, baby…”

“(Y/N), my love. You look absolutely stunning. Please..come in.”

Nanami Kento, the newly appointed chairman and chief operating officer of SorceTech, the biomedical engineering conglomerate that you had been employed at for the better part of three years. A Fortune 500 company with an excellent reputation and it couldn’t have been in better hands in terms of leadership. Kento was a man of few words but one of integrity, promise and strong conviction. He had vowed to serve this company to the best of his ability and ensure that every employee was treated with dignity and respect under his authority. Not only that, he planned to implement all sorts of helpful changes and he stuck true to that. Regardless of the adversity, he stood on his words at all times. It was just a few of the redeemable qualities that drew you towards him. And once he appointed you as his faithful executive assistant, it was only a matter of time before that beautiful professional relationship blossomed into something more. The attraction was almost instantaneous..how could it not be when you were so perfect? Hence the reason he didn’t seem to care when you told him you had a boyfriend, especially one that hadn’t treated you with the utmost care and respect. His only response: “my apologies, I figured that you’d be seeking a husband by now. Three years with no proposal sounds like a mere waste of time to me.” It was that sentiment alone that solidified the fact that Kento..regardless of technicalities, was your true soulmate.

so whilst Satoru was out doing God knows what on this lovely Friday evening, here you were enjoying the company of the dashing blonde, who had so gently taken your hand as he ushered you over the threshold of his high rise condominium. Placing a soft peck atop the knuckles before pulling you into his barreled chest. Sporting an oceanic blue suede robe and matching slippers, Kento curled you in his grasp and initiated a brief makeout session, one that had your heart thumping through your flesh. It was the same sensation he invoked every time you two met like this. The sheer thrill of being in love with someone who reciprocated it but the possibility of being caught also lingered on your mind. He knew there was no time to squander, so without any more words being exchanged, he’d deepened those pecks..slowly and delicately gliding those spaghetti straps of your silk dress, peppering the skin with kisses on the way down. The scent of vanilla wafting through his nostrils as he inhaled your perfume. Soon, his lips would make home against the sensitive crook of your neck..where he had placed kisses several times. Slowly but surely, you two became one, right there in the comfort of his living room. It was something he’d never grow tired of, even if you were meeting under less than ideal circumstances. Naturally, he would’ve loved it if you were coming over as his woman and not one he had had to share. Especially when he knew the other man didn’t deserve you whatsoever. He was more than aware of Satoru’s reputation. Hell, he knew him long before you did so it baffled Kento when he popped up with someone like you on his arm. He knew it could only lead to disaster in the long run because he was a pretentious manwhore. Only considering himself in the grand scheme of things…

hence why any guilt absolved when he got you alone and licked every inch of your skin, undressing you along the way. He knew you wouldn’t or couldn’t leave him anytime soon nor would he ask such a thing. Old habits were hard to break and when you spent three long years living with and curating a life with someone, up and leaving wasn’t always a menial task. There were so many times you wanted to walk away, leave and just never look back. But he dragged you back in..even though the feelings were no longer there, you couldn’t part ways. So whilst you were in his arms, he’d make your nights much easier. Bringing you joy and true love when possible.

“I’ve missed you..” “You just saw me at work, Kento.” Giggling into his ear as his hands grabbed your breasts and made subtle squeezes. Even so, it had been a few hours too long since he’d felt you and that wouldn’t suffice. “And I thought about you all day long.” By this time, your bra had hit the floor and they were exposed to the crisp air radiating from the AC. That skin tight ensemble shuffled around your torso and your top half left completely nude. That’s when you’d feel his muscly arm hook around your waist and scoop you into his grasp, prompting you to place your arms on his neck so he could carry to the bedroom. The entire trek there was filled with sloppy, slow pecks..ones that continued as he laid you flat on the mattress, allowing your back to mesh with the cushy linen. Your limbs soon tangled into a heap of passion..touching, caressing and stroking one another’s flesh. Your fingertips lingering on the sides of his smoothly shaven, chiseled jawline whilst his own delicately toyed with your upper body. Running those digits along the curvature of your hips and waist, planting gentle kisses on the way down. But not before suckling on your nipples, just to watch your reaction.

“You always did like when I do that..”

“Yes, I love it..and I love you.”

taunting you with deviant glares and light chuckles as those lips trailed further south, eventually reaching your mound. Where he’d tear away those thin panty strings with his teeth and discard them..it was blatantly obvious that he wasn’t here to play around tonight. He wanted you, needed you even and desperately. It didn’t matter if you’d go back home to your sorry boyfriend afterwards or if you told him you loved him and didn’t mean it. Right now, his one true desire and wish was to please you.

“Yeah? Well I’m a man that believes in actions over words so I’ll be glad to prove just how much….I love you.”

and it was with that declaration, Kento dove head first between your slightly parted thighs. He’d pry them wide open on his way down, licking each one with a long, dredged glide until he reached that center. Which was already glistening with slick..just awaiting his touch. Whilst at work today, you couldn’t keep your mind off of him! His cologne, his attire..all of it was getting you hot and bothered. You wanted to snatch him up from his meeting and ride him to kingdom come, right there atop his desk. You even wore something extra revealing just to capture his attention and he’d certainly noticed because when you bent down to retrieve a pen, he’d run a hand up your leg and squeeze your asscheek lightly. It was the subtle flirtation throughout the day that made these steamy late night hookups all the more fun!

“Here, give me your hands, my love.” Giving you a tone of absolute reassurance that he’d take care of you. Clasping your fingers together as one, (y/n) kept those legs to either side and allowed him room to maneuver. Kento loved when you kept your heels on. It was something so sensual about the YSL heels and diamond anklet he gifted you, drudging across his back as he ate you out. He’d start with gentle kitten licks; getting his bearings before going full fledged. He’d part those fat little pussy lips his tongue, letting the tip graze your clit, which made you tremble. It didn’t take long before you’d hear the sound of slurping noises arise from his mouth. He’d snatch his left hand away for just a moment to pull them further apart and dive nose deep into that flesh. Before proceeding to let you clench it for comfort once more. He’d latch onto that swollen little bud and suck until that slick began to dribble down his chin. A sloppy, nasty mess of his saliva and your arousal mixing around in his mouth. He was absolutely enamored with pleasing you..it was his one and only priority, to ensure that you were satisfied. He’d stay down there, bobbing his head up and down until you began to convulse, attempting to push away but you’d only wind up grinding yourself against his face.

“Aaaah! Ken….I’m gonna come, baby..”

But to your dismay, he couldn’t allow that just yet. As much as he wanted to see you reach your ultimate bliss, he wasn’t coming up until he felt like it. Switching to a combination of fingers and lips, Kento would work your little cunt over until he felt that tight squeeze before tugging those digits out and placing them into your mouth. Hoping to pacify you for a moment. The quintessential give and take he was working towards drove you insane. “You taste so fucking good, my love. I can never get enough of you.” He’d resume his teasing, now with that thumb pad pressing to your clit and tracing tiny circles. He’d rotate it around until he felt you clamping down and that’s when he’d allow you to finally reach your peak.

“..come.”

the only word he’d utter before you wet him up with a stream of juices, that he’d happily drink. If that philandering asshole wasn’t man enough to appreciate you, he’d gladly take on the role! Still coming down from that climatic high, (y/n) trembled against the crisp white sheets, crying from the immense pleasure. He’d brush the side of your face whilst feeding you soft kisses to calm you down. Tasting yourself with slow pecks…moaning into your mouth. He was so infatuated with you, loving every moment that you got to spend together. In a quick, swift motion; his frame pressed gently against your own, Kento would lean up only by a hair’s breadth to ease inside of you, mumbling against your lips to stare into your eyes as he became one with you. “Look at me, baby. Look at me..”

Whispering softly with a sweet tone. He always made you feel so safe and secure when you made love. A lot more than what could be said for the man you laid next to every night. Kento eventually eased himself inside..tip and then carefully, inch by inch, you became one. Your back arching immediately.. “..oh God. Kent..take me, please.” Pleading with your arms and legs coiling his entire frame. Eventually, he’d feed you slow, deep strokes. Each one calculated and careful to ensure that you felt the pleasure you desperately deserved. After about five or so thrusts, he’d shift his head for your faces to meet. It was his favorite view in the entire world..staring at literal perfection whilst being inside what felt like heaven. “..you’re so warm..and tight, angel.” Admitting in a breathy huff, gritting his teeth and trying to maintain his composure. He couldn’t understand for the life of him why that fucking idiot would ever treat you less than that of a goddess, less known be unfaithful. Not when your pussy was this damn good..was he insane?! Regardless, Kento enjoyed his time wisely with you. “But you’ll let me stretch it out, won’t you? He pushed that idiot out of his mind and pressed his cock further between your spongy walls..even drumming up sloshing noises; your slick forming a thin membrane between his thighs. “Fuck…yes!—that dick feels so good.” Confessing in a soft whimper, crying from the intense pleasure. To which he’d quickly quell you..gliding a thumb underneath your eyes to wipe the tears away. Placing that thumb into your mouth shortly thereafter.. “..shh..it’s okay. Don’t cry. I know it’s a lot but you take me so well. You’re doing so good, baby. Just relax.” Praising you without so much as a second thought. It came naturally when you made him feel like a new man. Pressing a palm to your forehead, Kento glared into your eyes before shoving his tongue into your mouth for another kiss. Legs coiling his back as those hips rammed into your center. The collision of your flesh causes a recoil and clapping noises to fill the room. He could feel himself twitching and pulsating inside of that pussy..throbbing and waiting to burst..those feelings were like none other. And needless to say, your boss was loving every single, solitary second. Removing those shoes as he noticed the tension in your legs, Kento began to knead his fingers into your calves to ensure they didn’t cramp up from the constant motion. Your anklet dangling by his ear and his wristwatch refracting from the light whilst he rubbed on your feet.

“You’re so close..so am I, sweetheart. But I don’t want to come just yet. I still need to savor you a little while longer.”

blurting out the sentiment while gliding his lips over your ankle, toes and top of your foot. His tongue delicately glides over them, popping a couple into his mouth to suck on. If this man didn’t stop, you were going to be living in his fucking skin! But shortly after, you’d feel his already sluggish thrusts completely halt and that’s when he’d pull out. Prompting you to turn over and arch your back. That plump ass was no joke either but if he took one more glance at that gorgeous face, nothing would’ve stopped him from nutting all in that pussy. This way, he had a tad bit more control. Once you were on all fours, arms underneath your head, he’d tease that throbbing cock against your folds before gliding it back in. Causing you to grip the sheets on instinct. Your face remained buried in the pillowy mattress top when those thrusts resumed. It took only mere seconds to regather his bearings but once he had his pace back, he’d continue fucking you senseless..thrashing you around and watching that ass jiggle with each movement. “G-ahh! Fuck…your body is so beautiful. I can stare at it forever.” Doting on you with that dick nestled deep between your folds. Keeping his palm pressed to the small of your back and ever so gently, slipping his thumb in between our cheeks; eventually pressing into that other aching hole. “God and you’re such a mess..so fucking wet. I won’t be able to hold out much longer.” Layers of silky cream began to form all over that shaft. He couldn’t take much more but he’d persist a bit longer; playing the long game to ensure that you were more than satisfied. Clawing into the crisp linen, (y/n) rolled your hips and threw your ass back against him, meeting each of those strokes. “Oooh shit..you’re fucking me so good, daddy. Thank you so much.” Crying out through sucked teeth and trembling lips. Just then, his tempo faltered just a bit from hearing your words. Especially at being called such a name.

“Mmph..don’t tell me that, sweetheart. I might not ever let you leave.”

suddenly, you’d feel a light grasp on your throat and your head tug back before the warmth of his breath cast over your ear. “I mean, you’re mine after all…this pussy, this beautiful body..your heart. It all belongs to me. I don’t care about him..you’re mine. Daddy’s the only one you need.”

reaffirming both you and himself as he sped up momentarily, just enough to bring you right to the edge. It was almost as if his strokes were calculated. Intricately maneuvering inside of you to prod at your spot but not press too hard in hopes of inducing an orgasm. He could hear you whimpering and even asking him for permission to come. “Shh..not yet, not yet.” But he had to wait for the right moment to allow it. And it would seem that the ideal timing would arrive when you heard the faint buzzing of a phone..your eyes were squeezed shut and your face was once again planted in the mattress; completely unaware of what was about to transpire. Hearing a soft chuckle emit from Kento, you didn’t even have time to process what was going on when you felt a hand coiling your hair and pulling your head up.

“But I think now is as good of a time as any..” with you right on the brink of climatic collapse, he’d continue pounding at an almost drill-like speed, imploring you to let go any time you felt like it. To which you didn’t disappoint!..those sheets instantly flooded with your stream of juices. You’d find yourself quivering and convulsing uncontrollably after holding back for so long. “OH MY GOD!—FUCK!” Screaming out in pure bliss, even whimpering as if you had been completely broken. You couldn’t even contain yourself; it was so immensely powerful. But alas, that moment of ecstasy would soon be coupled by the satisfaction of revenge when you’d hear the faint crackling of a secondary voice, yelling and cursing..one that was rather familiar, with a mortified face to match! Having just come to the realization of what your lover was up to, you’d peer down underneath you and see your phone illuminated and in the midst of a phone call. You’d reach for it and attempt to answer but to no avail…it was too late to cover up your tracks. “Satoru! What is it?—“ However, that wasn’t all…you could see a small box in the corner with a photo of your own reflection..but on the main screen?

“Where the fuck are you, (y/n)?! What are you doing?!”

was your very irate and unhappy ‘boyfriend’ Satoru, who had just possibly witnessed something no man would ever want to: his lady getting off at another man’s hands. More so specifically, one he knew personally. But there was no love lost or friendship between the two of them, considering the pain that he had caused you beforehand. So it came as no surprise that Kento was going to take much pride in answering his questions. Cupping you by your throat once more, he’d twist your head around to plant a kiss atop your temple.

“For God sakes, Satoru. Stop yelling. She’s exactly where she should be..with me, where she belongs.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.

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[dejwrites]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀rekindled, john price

divorce can either turn dark or be a smooth ride down lala land. john and you've been divorced for a while now, but it's not really much of a secret that he just can't stay away from you. especially when he has returned from being whisked away with task force 141.

♔ ˖ ✧ — general warnings: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, black reader written in mind, ex husband!john, established past relationship, john and reader have a set of twins, reader gossiping with her friends, italics means a flashback, profanity usage, slight second chance lovers trope // smut warnings: oral (f.receiving), standing position, dirty talk, possessive!john prince, some love bombs are dropped, breeding kink, description of making out // word count: 4.4k, // ao3 // minors dni.

YOU AND YOUR EX-HUSBAND DIDN’T REALLY LEAVE ON A BAD NOTE. But You didn’t leave on a good note either. Your marriage just slowly became dull. Of course, you still had your beautiful twin boys that seemed to steal that charming smile John had. However, you were fully aware that attempting to stay together for the sake of the kids—did more harm than good. The divorce was finalized and the two of you were okay with co-parenting, actually, you’ve been doing it for over a year now. It’s been working well considering what John did for a living, so the majority of the time the boys were with you. When he came back home, they stayed with him. 

It was okay. You were okay being newly divorced, having a nice paying job that you enjoyed, your two sons striving in academics and extracurricular activities, and you even oddly joined a book club also. The book club was filled with different types of women. From the women married to rich bachelors to the freshly divorced who snuggled up with their pool boys after the children slept. They were quite an odd crowd to hang around, but you were genuinely happy. Although you couldn’t relate to your husband buying you a brand new Mercedes or having a sultry affair with your child’s teacher, this group of women knew how to have fun when they wanted to.

Maybe that’s how you whine up at the town’s local bar with them. After realizing how hot and steamy the chapters of this month’s book club book were, you and the ladies decided to go into town for a drink or two. It’s the least you guys could do after a long week of student-teacher conferences and football tournaments. 

“Do you ever miss him?” Blonde-haired Cheryl asked as she down a shot of tequila. Her face scrunched up as she picked up the lime slice to suck on. “You know? John?” She adds to ensure that her question was meant for you.

“What is there to miss? We divorced and went our separate ways. Our boys are happy, and that’s all we care about.” You answered truthfully.

“And what if she told you he just walked in right now as we’re speaking.” Thirty-two-year-old Sheila asked. Her brown skin glistened under the bar light as she leaned back into the booth seat. She twirled her finger around a coil on top of her head before letting out a drunken dreamy sigh. 

“He isn’t coming back to town until next week.” You answered. The two women stared at you as if you’d grown another arm out of your body. You were sure it was because they drank too much, but Sheila had pointed at the figure that stopped to greet the very popular bartender that had seen everyone who stepped foot in here at their lowest. 

You followed where she was pointing, and your breath hitched in your throat. There John was chatting with the bartender—completely making up for the lost time of him not being around. Your teeth nibbled at your lower lip as you quickly turned around before he could fully notice you. You watched as Cheryl placed her head in her hand with a cheeky grin on her face. 

“What?” You asked as you leaned forward to capture the straw in your alcoholic beverage. “It’s not a big deal; he could be here to meet someone. You know, we’ve divorced you guys. He’s allowed to date.” 

“Mhm, okay.” Sheila laughs. “Why are you suddenly so fidgety? You can’t even sit straight now.” 

Now it was Cheryl piecing the pieces together. She’s been with you from the start of the divorce and even asked her husband to be your lawyer. She and Sheila knew you so well. Yes, she knew that you haven’t gotten laid since the divorce, claiming so many times that it’s messy to introduce a man in your life so soon. Despite you and John being divorced for a while now. But Cheryl was calling bullshit. She then covered her mouth in complete shock as the alcohol gave her a boost of realization. “You didn’t!?” She shrieks loudly, and that causes some people to glance in the table’s direction.

“Did what?” Sheila asked as she looked at her before popping another peanut in her mouth. 

“You gave him some, didn’t you?” Cheryl asked. She collected the untouched tequila shot meant for you and downed it with ease. “You gave John some before he left and didn’t even tell us. Here I’m thinking you were practicing abstinence?” Her manicured fingers pointed at you like you were on trial for the Salem Witch Trials. 

“What? That’s nonsense,” Now you were taking huge gulps of your drink. Even took the skinny black straw from the drink and down it until it was burning your insides. 

“She did. She sees him and suddenly can’t sit straight. Don’t even want to see him. So, she must have enjoyed it.” Sheila laughed. “Spill the details now, or I’m throwing this peanut at your forehead.” 

You couldn’t even lie your way out of this. What they were saying was true. Before John had to leave, right after dropping your sons back off to you—one thing led to another, and you found yourself gasping out his name and seeing stars in the moment's bliss. You hated to admit that was what you had thought about since he left. When your eyes closed to go to sleep, you visualized that moment of him being in between your thighs that night. Your cheeks even heated in embarrassment as you sat here trying to deny it happened. Having sex with your ex-husband was messy, especially when you have been telling your friends that you've been going out on dates and attempting the dating pool again. 

“He dropped the boys off, and it just happened, okay?” You threw your hands up in defeat. “One thing led to another, clothes being torn off—you guys know the deal.” 

“But did you feel anything, or was it just sex?” Cheryl asked.

“Like, did he fuck you with meaning or like a one-night stand?” Sheila asked.

“Sheila!” Cheryl shrieked as she playfully smacked her arm. 

“What, Cheryl? I think this is an important question to ask, considering the circumstances. If he fucked her like a one-night stand, he just wanted a last little taste so he could go on about his life. But if he fucked her with some meaning, maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t want to let go just yet.” Cheryl had taken a sip of her vodka tonic and gave you a grin. “So which one was it, Y/N?” 

Which one was it? You couldn’t even remember. You sat twiddling with your thumbs as the memories of that night came swirling around your brain for you to remember.

“They’ve been playing all damn day, so I figure that would be ready for bed when they get here,” John commented as he tucked one of the children in.

You only hummed at his response as you leaned down to tuck your other son in. It was good that they were going to bed at a reasonable time since they had school the following morning. You just were grateful that John was being a responsible parent and returning them at a good time that worked for both of you. As you two left the twins' room, you felt like this feeling was a little too familiar. The tucked the boys in, the each giving them a kiss goodnight and then sneaking out of the room not to wake them. It felt strange now, knowing with the divorce finalized—the two of you didn’t go to the shared bedroom together. Instead, John would share his farewell and just leave. 

You were still getting used to your home's subtle silence now that John wasn’t here. You knew that if he were still here around this time—you would hear the laughter of your three favorite boys playing video games or watching television. But now it wasn’t like that. You no longer heard John’s loud laughter that echoed through the halls, no matter how hard he tried to keep it down. It was just silence. 

“I’m going away for a couple of weeks, possibly a month max.” John breaks your thoughts as he stops you from going further down the hall. He noticed the grasp he had on your hand and quickly dropped it. 

You were used to talks like this. Once again, it was different with you two being divorced this time. Your lips form a straight line as you realize that you’ll have to give your sons the talk. “Did you tell the boys?” You asked.

“Of course, they took the news quite well. Shockingly,” John chuckles as he rubs at his facial hair before sighing. “I just wanted to let you know also.” 

“They’re not our little babies anymore; they’re getting so big.” You admitted. “But I appreciate you telling me,” You added. 

He gives you a grin of satisfaction before he shares his farewells to find his way out. However, now it was you stopping him from departing. “Just return back to us—I mean them, in one piece.” You gave him a genuine smile that you knew he had to return. 

“And if I don’t?” John turns to take a step forward, once again closing the gap between you two as you stand in the hallway. 

“I’m going to come to save you myself if I have to. I am not going through these boys' teenage years alone, you smug asshole.” You said as you were trying to bite back a grin. 

John glances at you with a twinkle in his eyes. His heart pinged at the sight of that grin. Some days he found himself questioning what went wrong without realizing that nothing can go wrong in a relationship. However, people can outgrow each other. They can just realize that it wasn’t working out anymore, and John was trying so hard to attach that statement to the two of you. He just couldn’t. The captain couldn’t let you go. He was quite upset that he let you go—that he sat and let the divorce happen. 

“So please, John Price, return in one piece quickly.” You repeated. You noticed his eyes glancing at your lips and soon staring back at you. He did that when he wanted to kiss you. You’ve known him for years to tell that.

“And if you want one last kiss, just get it over with, John.” You threw your hands up in defeat, knowing that this would only complicate and confuse things. But then again, this could be the last time you see him. 

With that, he’s kissing you. He’s kissing you so hard that you forget to breathe for a second. Your fingers grasped at his shirt to get him closer. Your back was pushed against the wall as John deepened the kiss. His tongue glides across your lower lip, aching to taste you. His guess was you were drinking wine before he dropped the kids off because, on Sunday nights, you spent it drinking wine and indulging in a bubble bath. Of course, he remembered that. He knew you more than he fuckin’ knew himself. 

Your lips parted without a fight or fuss just to let John in. His tongue slithers in your mouth, and you can’t help but moan at the feeling. John’s kisses always took you to another universe. They were so intense that they made your knees go weak. They made you sit and think about them. They had you wanting more. Maybe this kiss and the fact that you haven’t been laid since the divorce had you eager for more. His lips disconnect from your lips to kiss your jawline and then to your neck. His facial hair tickles you, and you bite back a childish giggle as you notice how fast he moves. His hands lingered in the pastel pink silk robe that seemed to loosen each second. 

“Fuck, I missed this,” John whispered before he planted a kiss on your swollen lips again. 

“We’re going to wake the boys. We should go into the room,” You said between the subtle breaks of the kiss. “They’ll question why you’re still here, you know?” 

“We’ll figure that out when we get there.” He leads you to the master bedroom that once was shared by you two. The scent of John still lingers around even though you even redecorated the room to your liking.

Your back pushes against the room door to close it shut as your eyes watch John tugging the shirt he wore over his head. Your teeth got caught in your lip as you took him in. From his broad shoulders to the battle scars. The sight of him had your panties wet and forced you to clutch your thighs shut. He took two steps to be closer to you again, his eyes taking in your features. From your coils that fell in your face due to your wash-n-go style to those eyes that put him in a trance every time he looked at you. His hands travel down to untie the knot of the silk robe.

Your skin is now garnished with goosebumps as soon as the crisp air in your room hits your skin. Your nipples had already hardened from just the sight of John, so they immediately poked through the silk fabric. John’s mouth watered at the sight of you. He always thought you were the most beautiful woman he had seen. His tongue wets his lips before he gets on his knees without a word to help you step out of your panties. He’s prompting one of your legs over his shoulder without a care, and without warning, he’s indulging in your taste. The flat of his tongue gliding across your wet folds. John missed this. He missed being between your plush legs, hearing you whimpering his name and clawing your fingers through his hair.

His tongue flickers at your clit, which got you talking. Your hand went up to muffle your moans, but as soon as you felt John’s tongue trace the outline of your entrance—you had lost any grace to keep your voice down. Your knees buckled slightly at the feeling of him in between your thighs. John ignored your pleas and cried about how good he made you feel. The only thing on his mind was the thought of tasting you. Making you come so good that when he left—he was the only thing on your mind. Was that selfish of John? Probably so, but he didn’t give a damn. 

Teasingly he placed a kiss on your thigh before going back in. His nose nuzzled at your pubes as he took his index and middle finger to insert inside of you without warning. He let his tongue flicker at your sensitive bud as he thrusts his fingers inward. Your juices dripped down his slender digits as he fingered you. His eyes make eye contact with you as he’s curving his finger just to hit that spot that causes you to yell out his name. 

“John baby, please. I’m about to-“ Your words stopped abruptly when you felt him remove himself from you. Your orgasm blew away as quickly as ever as John stood up off his knees. He’s staring at you with so much lust in his eyes—it was the same look he gave you the night the twins were conceived. 

His bulge was noticeable in his pants; you took it upon yourself to tug him closer in a heated kiss. The taste of you now encrypts your tongue while you undo the button on his pants. You let your hand rub at his bulge, causing him to groan in the kiss. As you were helping him out his bottoms, his callous hands fully tugged the silk robe off. The robe decorated the brown wooden floors alongside John’s clothes, and with each passing minute, you became whole again. 

He lifts you up easily, and a chill goes down your spine at the feeling of his cock brushing against your entrance. You were expecting him to carry you to the bed. You wouldn’t have minded him taking you in a missionary position where you could feel extra stroke; he put his all in. Or doggy style, where you could muffle out his name in the fluffy pillow. But instead, he’s using the door to lean your back upon, and with one hand holding you up—he using his other to help guide you upon his cock. Your arms snake around his neck in a strong grasp from the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out and the fear of him dropping you. You two had never done a position so vulgar, so this came as a shock to you. But the only thing you could do is indulge in the glorious feeling of John. 

It was such an amazing feeling. It felt like John was the only thing you could stutter out. How his hands guided you up and down his cock had your eyes lolling in the back of your head. Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip to muffle your moans because you didn’t want to wake the boys. With each thrust upward, you felt your juices dripping down your thighs. When you made eye contact with John, you didn’t think you could get any wetter than you already were. He looked so wonderful like this. Balls deep inside you, uttering how well you’re taking him and how beautiful you look. Were you falling back in love with him, or was that just the way he was fucking you that had your brain all mushy inside. 

“You haven’t been giving this pussy to anyone else, have you?” John questioned through his rhythmic thrusting. 

You couldn’t muster up an answer until he fully tugged himself from thrusting upward inside of you and slamming himself back into your wet pussy once again. This time repeat the question so you can answer him loud and clear. 

“No, I’m all yours, John.” You whimpered out with tears of pleasuring, staining your lash line. 

You leaned in to kiss him deeply, your fingers combing through his hair, just wanting to feel closer to him. Although your bodies were already swapping sweat and intertwined closer than ever, it just felt right at the moment, wanting to be closer to John. His thrusting became quicker, and you knew he was most likely about to cum. You could always tell when he was about to come.

Cause when John came, he came a lot. Big heavy loads of his cum just oozed out when he came. He had a thing where he would always come inside you unless you told him not to. But it didn’t shock you; he told you before you two got engaged that he wanted kids. You always joke that it was why you were graced with twins instead of one child. 

His face would get as red as a tomato, and the only thing you could hear him say as he cast soft kisses upon your neck and collarbone was your name. 

“Y/N..Y/N..I love you, Y/N.”

When the two of you were being tugged down by the intense feeling of your orgasms, you quickly went to tug on your rob. Your skin felt hot, sticky, and you smelt like him. You were shuffling in embarrassment as you collected John’s clothes off the floor and shoved them in his hands. You couldn’t even progress the fact that he uttered those words to you. 

“You must get out of here before the boys see you.” You were avoiding looking at him because you knew you would want more. You knew you couldn’t say those words because it would further confuse you. 

You were expecting him to argue against your words, but John collected his clothes and started to put them on. The two of you were silent as you sat on the bed, attempting to collect your thoughts. You had just slept with your ex-husband and enjoyed it. Actually, you were eager for me. 

And the last thing John said to you before leaving the bedroom you once shared was to give the boys one last kiss for me. 

You leaned back into your seat, watching as your two friends were a giggling mess.

“I can’t believe you kicked him out afterward. You could at least let him sleep in the guests' room.” Cheryl said. 

“Hell, he had his head in between her thighs. Might as well sleep in the master bedroom.” Sheila adds.

 Sheila would finish her drink and check her phone, “Oh shit, the wife has come to pick us tipsy stranglers up.” She says as she looks at you. “I mean, you can always ask John for a ride. Considering you already…you know.” 

Cheryl snickers as she tugs her jacket on and collects her belongings. “Sheila, we have to be serious. He can’t know what we know. Now I’m heading to the ladies' room before we leave; you coming?” 

“Oh yeah,” Sheila says.

“I’ll meet you two outside.” You slipped on your jacket and moved by the crowd in the bar to exit. Purposely avoiding the direction that John was near. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see him. You just knew seeing him would mean you’ll bombard yourself with feelings that you've been thinking about since he left. You’ll be forced to think about how maybe letting him was a huge mistake. 

As soon as you stepped outside, you called the babysitter for your sons to let them know that you were on your way home. Your back leaned against the brick wall waiting for Sheila and Cheryl—of course, they would take forever in the bathroom when you needed to run away from someone. You tugged your jacket further on your body once you felt the crisp nightly breeze brush by you. Suddenly, you could feel someone standing next to you. And you knew it was him. 

For one.) he probably saw you leave in such a hurry you would think you left your oven on at your house or two.) Cheryl and Sheila didn’t actually go to the bathroom. They most likely drunkenly approached him and said that you were waiting for him. 

“We need to talk.” It seemed you two said at the same time. 

Now you were facing him, the sound of the bar door was pushed open, and your two friends bubbly stumbled out, arms linked with each other as they walked towards Sheila's wife's car. 

“Bye, John,” Cheryl drags out his name with a childish grin, not hiding that she knew you two slept together. “Y/N? Are you coming? They can drop you off also.” 

“She’s in good hands, Cheryl. I’ll make sure she gets off safely.” John gives her a half grin, and you look at your friends, trying to telepathically tell them not to leave you alone with him.

But Sheila only winked at you before wishing her farewells to you and John and dragging a tipsy Cheryl away. Now the two of you were alone. Just you, him, and your thoughts about that night before he left.

“We should get going. The babysitter is waiting for us—I mean me.” You said, and with that, you followed John to his car. 

Too many memories hit you all at once when you were in the passenger seat. The scent of John, obviously. The one crayon marking from one of the twins was on the dashboard. The driver's side that you occasionally would glance at John and watch him drive. He’ll always catch you staring before you look away in embarrassment. Gosh, you couldn’t forget the times that seat was reclined back, and you climbed on top of him like a hormonal sex-deprived woman. But you shouldn’t be thinking about this at the moment. You wanted to have a clear conversation with him without anything sexual getting involved. 

“Is this the part where we awkwardly talk about what happened?” John questioned. His eyes stared ahead on the road, and you just felt so little in his car.

Facing your feelings head-on as soon as that question comes out. Your fingers toyed with the bracelets that decorated your wrist before speaking, “We had sex. What more is there to say?”

You could hear your ex-husband tapping at the steering wheel. He clicks his tongue before speaking, “That’s what it was? Doesn’t seem like it, but okay.” He makes a turn, and you take note that he was purposely taking the long way back to the home you two once shared.

“Okay?” You asked. “Is that why you’re taking a long way home? Come on, John. We’ve taken this route before when we want-” You stopped midsentence realizing what you would say.

It was the same way he would take where he would pull over after a romantic date, and the two of you would engage in a heated quickie. He would take the same route if you two needed to argue a little longer to prevent your sons from hearing it when you were home. The last time you took this route, your lips parted to utter the word divorce; the rest was history. 

“Because we need to talk. You know more than I know that what happened was more than just sex.”

You grew silent, slowly slumping in your seat. “But what’s next if I say I felt more?” You asked. Your arms cross over your chest, sighing. “We can’t just get together.”

“Why not?” John stops at the red light, forcing you to meet his gaze.

Oh, that gaze. He knew what he was doing. He knew that right now, the way his eyes drank in your looks as if you were the finest bottle of whiskey made your heart flutter in your chest. You looked away, not having an answer to his question because there weren’t any. Deep down, you wanted to give you and John another try. 

It was only right that you rekindled the old flame that blew out.

After a minute of silence and the low hum of whatever generic pop song was playing on the radio, you asked. “So, how does this work?” 

“I guess we take it one step at a time.” He gives you a reassuring smile that you return.

“One step at a time.” You repeated before finally relaxing in your seat.

One step at a time at rekindling your marriage.

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[lenci8]

If all the Ghouls were Water Ghouls:

Rain- it's actually Rain's Greenhouse. He's not growing weed or medicinal plants, just Venus Flytraps. Weird vines brush purposely against your ankles every time you enter.

Mountain- The Grand Canyon, specifically 5-6 million years ago when the Colorado River carved its way through.

Cumulus- Dried lavender and eucalyptus hanging from the shower head. A steamy bathroom mirror with a heart drawn on it.

Phantom/Aeon- Obviously, the Creature From the Black Lagoon. Murky water. An oil slick on wet pavement.

Cirrus- Jagged coral reefs, tide pools with cool rocks, and little starfish. Sky blue.

Aurora - The pink and reddish ripples of a sunset across the lake. Pink lemonade with tons of ice.

Dewdrop- The Mermaid Lagoon from Peter Pan. The Red Sea. He'd be a dolphin. But also a Beta fish with a pretty red swishy tail.

Swiss- Tonic water with fresh limes. Those fancy ice sphears for whiskey. The rain your garden has been DYING for.

[mcufan72]

Cold winter days, a lonely woman on a bench, a stranger in the park...

An Encounter in Winter ❄️

Loki and female reader (18+)

Chapter 7

Chapter 6

18+/adult themes/talking/flirting/slow burn/fluff/angst/smut (eventually)

Warnings: two adorable idiots in love, passionate kisses and in the end it gets steamy and slightly smutty...

Loki left the terrace and went to the fireplace lounge. He passed the bar and grabbed a cocktail from the counter, a 'Fjellbekk'. He needed something stronger than champagne to drink. He needed a moment to calm himself and his cock down. He was overwhelmed and irritated. Did he just kiss you? You? The most precious girl he had ever met? How dare he? What, in the name of the Norns, had gotten into him? But you wanted it too, right?

And you tasted so good and your closeness and your embrace felt good, too good and it made him feel safe and valued…and aroused. He could barely remember what it felt like to get lovingly hugged by a woman who didn't just want to fuck him. And then his body betrayed him. Why? Why did he have to be so horny? Why wasn't he able to restrain himself? It was just a friendship kiss, wasn't it? You wouldn't forgive him, would you? Loki went up and down in the room, sipping at his drink. The refreshing and pleasant, sweet taste of the aquavit, vodka and lime juice slowly cooled him down.

"Ah, here you are, " Thor said when he found Loki.

"Lady y/n asked for you."

"What?"

"Yes, she said you were missing after you left the winter garden lounge."

"I needed a moment alone, Thor. Does she want to go home after…after I kissed her and because of my…mishap? I shouldn't have left her alone. Why can't I do anything right in my life?" and he made a helpless gesture with his hand.

"A mishap? What mishap? Anyway… Relax, brother! All is well! Is Lady y/n your girlfriend now?"

"No!" Loki frowned his eyebrows.

"But I saw you kissing each other and after what you've told me about your dates in the park and in the café…" Thor said teasingly.

"No, she's NOT my girlfriend, and the kiss…It was…just a friend kissing a friend, to…to celebrate the beginning of the New Year," Loki stammered, running his fingers down the bridge of his nose, squinting his eyes.

"Loki, come on, you like her! It was a loving kiss. You care about her. You meet her every day. Loki…brother, c'mon," Thor said and gave him an appreciative laugh.

"So what? There's nothing!" Loki answered, annoyed.

"Loki, what are you trying to tell me? It's obvious that you like her, really like her and there's nothing wrong with it, she's cute! And she's sincere and extremely gracious. You should stop whoring around and officially court her instead."

"Look who's talking! It's none of your business, brother, okay! You can fuck around and it's fine for everyone, you're THE womanizer but if I do the same I'm the whore? You're pathetic!" Loki huffed angrily, sipping on his cocktail.

"Aahh, you're a womanizer too Loki, look at all the ladies who are lusting for you. The only difference between you and me is that we both like different types of women." Thor said amused. He couldn't hide a grin.

"I never fucked her…she is…She is not like that…she's special to me!"

"That's what I meant, Loki. She makes you happy. I've never seen you so extremely happy as tonight and you laughed a lot. Don't fuck it up, brother…she likes you too, if not more. But…keep whoring around and if you don't want her…" Thor said, teasing his brother again to make him admit the truth.

"Don't you dare touch her! She's MINE!" Loki said loudly, anger in his voice.

"Hah! I KNEW it! And don't worry, I would never do that. I would never court my brother's girl," and Thor patted hard on his brother's back.

Loki huffed annoyingly and rolled his eyes.

"You should tell her how much you like her, Loki. You shouldn't let go of a precious warmhearted woman like her. I'm sure she's all you've always been looking for."

"I can't, and you know why. She would never want to see me again if she knew the whole truth, what I really am."

Loki's voice sounded desperate.

"You won't know it if you don't tell her, brother." Thor said quietly.

He patted Loki on the back again and left the room.

"Come back to the party, she's waiting for you!" Thor said while leaving the room to return to the winter garden lounge.

Loki was clueless, he didn't know what to do and how. He emptied his drink in one large gulp and decided to go back to the New Year's party. He wanted to spend the rest of the night with you and the others. If Thor had told him the truth you would still be there and waiting for him.

When he returned to the party, you went towards him immediately.

"I've missed you, Loki," and you placed your hands on his shoulders.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and looked into your eyes. He still felt embarrassed and sorry for what had happened while kissing you and that he had pressed his hard-on against your body. You knew exactly what his problem was.

"Everything is fine, Loki. I'm not mad at you and it didn't feel bad…I liked it," and you bit down on your lip and smiled at him.

Loki looked quizzically at you. Did he get you right? You…liked it?

"I have some news for you," you said,trying to enlighten his mood.

"News"?

"Hmmhmm, yes. I'll work for the Avengers and for and with Bruce now, in his lab. I'm so excited. Are you as happy about it as I am?" You smiled at him, eagerly waiting for his reaction.

"Yes, snowflake I am, that's really fantastic good news and then you'll be here every day, by my side. Is that what you really want, snowflake? To be here, by my side?"

"Yes, Loki, there's nothing I want more," and you pecked his lips softly.

"You're wearing my hoodie? Are you freezing, my little snowflake?"

"Yes."

"Why is that?"

"You weren't here to warm me. I felt alone without you. And I needed you around me, that's why you gave me your hoodie, right?"

You pecked his lips again and he pulled you flush against his chest.

"Yes, that's right, that's why I gave you my hoodie, little snowflake."

Were you two in love with each other and if so, why was it so difficult to confess it then?

"Come Loki, take your coat off and dance with me," you smiled lasciviously.

You took off the hoodie, tossed it over a chair together with Loki's coat and pulled him with you to the dance floor.

The New Year's party continued and it was a wonderful and funny night, full of laughter and joy. You hadn't had so much fun for ages. And for Loki, it was the same. Everything was so much easier and more enjoyable with you by his side. He never wanted to be without you again.

When the time had come to call it a night, Loki brought you to his apartment. You loved it there. The book wall, his comfy sofa, his big bed, it felt like a safe space. Would he allow you to sleep here tonight? How much you wished you could fall asleep in his arms while listening to his heartbeat.

"Want some tea before we go to sleep?"

"Ah yes, please. Am I allowed to stay here with you? I mean, I could sleep in the guest room again after drinking tea with you, it's no problem…"

"I won't allow you to sleep anywhere else than here, snowflake," and he pecked your lips.

"I go and make us some tea. I'm back soon. Please make yourself comfortable, darling!"

"I'll do," you smiled at him and when he had left the apartment, you kicked off your high heels and plopped yourself onto the couch.

You leaned back against the cushions and giggled. Loki had kissed you. His wonderful soft lips on yours tasted heavenly and you were already addicted to him. You wanted more, you wanted him. And he wanted you to stay here, in his apartment. That was a good sign, wasn't it? But it was also possible that you misread the signs, you weren't completely sure.

Short time later there was a knock on the door.

"Lady y/n?"

"Yes?"

" May I come in?"

You sat up straight again and invited Thor to come in.

"It's Loki's apartment but I think it's okay. Come in Thor. Please, take a seat."

Thor sat down next to you and faced you.

"I want to thank you, Lady y/n, for giving back the smile to my brother."

"No, there is no need to thank me, Thor."

"There is a need, Lady y/n. You make him feel more lighthearted and content and he laughs more often when you're around him. You and your presence make him happy. You're good for him, you know?

He only speaks in high praises of you and how much he likes your daily dates in the park and the café. He cares about you, you're special to him and he's protective of you. He was upset and scared beyond belief when you didn't appear for two days at your meeting point in the park. He walked around here restlessly."

"He did that? I didn't know that. And he spoke that much about me to you and…was he really that concerned? I mean…he was and is always decent and polite but distant. I never dared to hope that he likes me that much."

"I'm sure he likes you very much, if not more. He's always smiling like an idiot when he's deep in his thoughts and feels unobserved …and I'm sure he thinks about you then. Yeah, he was definitely concerned beyond belief when you didn't come to the park for two days, he thought that something bad had happened to you."

"I still feel bad about it. It happened spontaneously that I had to work. I wanted to tell him that I had to work but…on the one hand, I thought he wouldn't be interested in that and on the other hand, I didn't have his phone number back then. I feel honoured that he thought a lot about me if it's true what you're telling me. But until tonight I was just an acquaintance, a friend."

"I'm pretty sure you've always been more to him than that," Thor answered reassuringly.

"All I did was meet him in the park and talk to him. But I'm still very grateful for his friendship and that he offered me to sleep here when I had forgotten my keys. Otherwise my bed for that night might've been the park bench." You laughed, embarrassed.

"You would've frozen to death!"

"That's what your brother said, too." And you laughed…brothers, indeed.

"He brought you here and introduced you to all of us. He never did that before. He had Ladies here for …you know what I mean..but they all left the next morning before breakfast." Thor told you.

It wasn't new information for you and you had no right to be jealous but it hurt somehow to know that he pleasured other women but you. And that other women pleasured him. You wanted to do it for him because you knew none of them cared about him as you did and it bothered you.

"He just wanted to be nice to me and helped me to deal with a messy situation…. Oh nooo… and I left before breakfast too because I had to return quickly to my working place to look for my keys…nooo, you all must've thought I'm one of his …bed sheet-mess-makers!" you covered your mouth with your hand and you giggled embarrassed.

"None of us ever thought of you like this. You have been here how many times now? And you spent New Year's Eve with us and he kissed you, I saw it with my own two eyes … so, think twice and consider the possibility of him being very interested in you for more than just for one night," and Thor winked at you and laughed, satisfied with himself. He would be a good matchmaker or wedding planner.

"I love my little brother, Lady y/n. I had lost him more than once and I wish nothing more for him than to be happy and in love for the rest of his life. He deserves it. He's a good guy and I never want to lose him again. You are the woman he was always looking for. You're a good match for him."

You raised your eyebrows in astonishment. You still refused to believe that Loki might be into you. And if so he knew how to hide it…until tonight. Was he really that hideous? Or didn't you just see the signs? Or didn't you want to see them? No, he was just kind to you. And to be flirty doesn't mean he is in love with you.

But after this wonderful kiss, you were irreversibly charmed. You couldn't forget the feeling of his soft lips on yours, his taste, how good he smelled and how good it felt. But it was just a friend kissing a friend, right? Yes, he got hard in his pants and you got wet, that can happen, even if you haven't had sex for a long time like you, besides that you didn't know how long he wasn't having sex but…he would be extremely disappointed if he wanted to get intimate with you. You were neither a good kisser nor good in bed…your ex said it to you more than once.

"I'm glad to know your brother and that I had the opportunity to meet all of you and that I was allowed to be here every evening in the last few days and to have such funny conversations with you all. I also appreciate that Bruce offered me to work with and for him and for the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. and that I got this fantastic job now. It's a really great opportunity. I feel less alone in this big city now."

Thor smiled at you.

"And Loki is less alone too…because he has you now."

You chuckled humbly and bit your lower lip.

"It's okay Thor…I know he meets other women for…amorous adventures in the night. I'm not really his type I think and I'm okay with it. And who can blame him, he's an incredibly attractive man. And there are so many beautiful women out there who want him. And he can have them all. There's nothing special about me."

You had to swallow down your rising tears.

Thor wasn't sure if Loki still met other women since he met you regularly and he felt bad for you.

"Are you sure he's still doing it? 'Cause I'm not. Believe me, Lady y/n, you're a very beautiful woman, too and you're …, "

Loki entered the room with two cups of tea in his hands, looking at you and Thor sceptically.

"Your tea, snowflake," he said to you and passed you one of the tea mugs.

"Thank you, Loki," you said and smiled warmingly at him.

"What are you guys talking about?"

"Nothing specific," you said to Loki.

"Goodnight, Lady y/n! Brother!" Thor stood up from the sofa, nodded at you first and then at Loki and left the room.

"Goodnight Thor and thank you," you answered him.

"What were you talking about?"

"Nothing specific, Loki, really."

"Did he…did he make advances, did he ask you for a date, did he…" he panicked.

He panicked? You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Loki, Loki listen…" you interrupted him and placed your mug on the coffee table.

"Please listen to me!"

You stood up from the couch and made a step towards him.

"He thanked me."

"He …what?" Loki looked with furrowed eyebrows at you.

"He thanked me. He thanked me for giving back the smile to you. For making you feel less alone and happy again. Is that so? I never asked you that before. And there's one more thing I need to know. Do you still…do you still meet other women and do you…"

You closed the distance between you two and placed one hand flat onto his chest, right there where his heart was. It was beating so fast.

"….do you sleep with them?" You asked him anxiously.

"No, no I don't …not since I gave you my hoodie… not since Christmas when you didn't come to our meeting point," and he placed his hand gently above yours.

You smiled at him and let out a breath you didn't know you had held.

"I always…think about you, I always look forward to our date every day in the park. It means a lot to me…you mean a lot to me. I was so concerned that day when you didn't come and I didn't know if something had happened to you…and I missed you. I missed you so much. And yes, you make me happy. "

You felt his other arm engulfing you, pulling you closer to him. His lips just brushed over yours slightly, it was not more than just a soft touch, his nose nudging yours.

"Kiss me, please kiss me again, snowflake," he whispered against your lips and within seconds your lips latched onto his and this time your tongues danced with each other, enjoying each other's taste and softness.

You wrapped your arms around Loki's neck and buried your hands into his tonight's soft curls. His arms held you close, one hand squeezed your butt gently, his other arm wrapped around your torso, his hand placed under one shoulder blade, his long fingers slightly touching the side of your breast.

You kissed each other passionately and desperately. All the longing for each other lingered in this deep and feverish kiss. There was no way back, you wanted each other so badly. You felt his half-hard cock pressing against your pelvic bone and you grind your hips slowly against him.

"Sleep with me," you whispered against his swollen lips after you had stopped kissing him.

"No, no you're not like them. I don't want to do that to you. I want you but…"

"You're right Loki, I'm not like them, I want more, I want it all, I want you, all of you, every day, every night. You spent every afternoon and so many evenings with me by now, that's more than I dared to hope. And you captured my heart, right from the first day I saw you. Don't let me go, please never let me go again!"

You kissed him so desperately that Loki's eyes teared up.

"Are you sure you want that, my snowflake? Are you sure you want me?"

"Yes, I'm absolutely sure. And if it's only this one night, only once and never again …yes, I still want you…" and you continued kissing him and your tongue began playing again with his.

"Then promise me that you'll stay…that you'll stay forever. That I can trust you, that you want me, not only my body, that you not just want to use me, that you won't toss me away and break my heart when you're tired of me, when you can't bear my possessiveness anymore, my need to always protect you," he asked you between kisses.

He could barely stop kissing you and he held you impossibly close.

"I promise, Lo. Please be possessive over me, protect me, and never let me alone again. With you, everything feels right." You whispered against his kiss-swollen lips.

"Then own me, my love. Own me and make me yours. I'll never let you go again, I'll always adore you as the Queen you are. That's my promise to you."

"And I'll be yours…"

You began to unbutton his waistcoat, untied his cravat, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it all down over his broad shoulders while still kissing him and sucking at his lips.

You unfastened his belt and opened his trousers. The sight of his bare chest, raising up and down while heavily breathing, the contraction of his defined muscles, doubled your arousal and desire for him. Your hands trailed over his pecs and abs, his muscles flexing under your touch, his jaw clenching. Loki closed his eyes and enjoyed your tenderness, quietly moaning and sighing.

"Undress me, Lo…please." you whispered into his ear.

He opened his eyes again and with shaking hands and nimble fingers he reached for the zipper of your dress, pulled the straps down your shoulders, and let your dress pool down to your feet and you stepped out of it. The sight of you in your lingerie in his favorite color made him gasp. How beautiful you were. He didn't deserve you, but he wanted, no he needed you.

"May I?" he murmured against your lips, his fingers ready to unclasp your strapless bra.

"Yes, of course, Sir," you replied.

When he had freed your breasts, he caressed them tenderly, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. He let his fingers trail further down your sides to the strap of your lace panty and you felt it sliding down to your ankles. You tossed it away with your foot. Loki's gaze was still fixed on your face.

He looked down at your hands which opened his trousers completely and shoved them down together with his briefs and he stepped out of it. One of his large hands wandered down to his half-hard manhood and covered it. A little smile came to your face. You never expected him to be shy but it was so adorable. And he was really a statue of a man, everything about him was perfect.

"Lo, you're so beautiful," you whispered while you cupped his cheeks.

He took in your features and couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"You are so beautiful, my love. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?"

You smiled at him shyly.

"Really? Am I? I don't think so."

Loki stroked over your cheek softly and then gently from one corner of your lips to the other side with his thumb, his eyes fixed on yours.

"Snowflake, you are amazingly beautiful, you're perfect. I already know that you will be my downfall."

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[possexed]

SWEET TOOTH !

dark era! dazai x fem! reader || lime || makeouts

tags : steamy makeouts, implied smut at the end, mentions of dancing at a club + drinking.

synopsis : dazai sees you at a club, and the way you simply put him in a trance he just knows he has to have you.

not continuing because I don’t know how to write dazai at all, so enjoy it as a lime.

dazai was once again seeking out a simple one night stand, recently all of his work was piling up and he just needed something to destress with.

so as one of his many resorts, he went to another one of the clubs he had heard members of the mafia mentioned and ordered himself a simple whisky to loosen himself up.

as he was taking sips, he eyed around the club full of dancing people or people making out in darker corners of the club as they were intoxicated by the alcoholic drinks they consumed.

not many people caught his eye, but then he saw you, dancing in the middle of all the people and swaying your hips to the beat of the music. you weren’t perfect, not at all. you stumbled as you moved or sometimes missed something that would fit the song, and you seemed as if you had no clue of what you were doing but that made watching you all the more addictive.

it made you seem as if you were so unaware of everything that happened around you, just simply dancing along to the music that played and enjoying yourself.

he moved his way through the crowd, soon coming into close range of you and touching your shoulder.

you turned to him confused, most people who touched you had accidentally done it in the midst of dancing but he left his hand there.

“would you care to drink with me?” he asked, his voice sounding like an angels to you. slightly smiling, you nodded absentmindedly and followed him back to the bar.

one drink turned to two, two turned to three, and then you fount yourself coming with him to a hotel nearby. if you were sober, this definitely would’ve seemed like a bad idea but the man in front of you seemed so attractive and had just the way with words that seemed to woo you.

of course, the minute you hit that hotel room he was all over you, and you didn’t mind one bit. first it was kissing, then heated makeouts, and eventually your back was on the bed as he towered over you, roughly kissing you.

you moaned into it, completely ignoring the way his hands fiddled with your shirt and eventually was lifting it over your head without a sweat and continuing the steamy session.

pulling away whilst sitting up, dazai made quick work of the task of taking off your clothes and caressing your body, holding you close but not too close either. it would be more romantic if he wasn’t practically a stranger, but it would have to do for both of your drunkened minds.

“oh, how lonely you seemed on that dance floor. i just knew I had to come and swoop you away from the undeserving eyes,” he sweet talked, continuing to ease you into the following events while you and him started to take off his clothes.

you straddled his now naked body, allowing him to pull you both up to the middle of the bed and lay you down, the skin to skin contact igniting electric sparks you just couldn’t get enough of.

“with the way you’re going to taste oh so sweet when I’m done with you, i’m sure you’ll satisfy my sweet tooth.”

── POSSEXED  ✦ (📖)

all rights reserved (2022) ✿

[javarium]

guidelines/rules; Master; what i write for

Hello, hello! You guys can call me Frellie, I run this blog :D I write for a multitude of fandoms: anime, TV shows, games, and movies, the whole lot, really. There probably isn’t much I don’t write for lmao. Feel free to request something I write for when the inbox is open!

I have and will not repost anything on this blog to any other site — unless I have a link here in my guidelines. I do not condone any of my works being reposted or translated to any site/third-party site. If anyone finds my works anywhere else but here, even if credited, please let me know! Plagiarism is plagiarism, and it’s not okay!

The Master Key (WIP)

I will do both scenarios and headcanons! You can request either!

There’ll be a maximum of:

four characters per headcanon

three characters per scenario

You can also request different characters from different fandoms in the same request for the same prompt! I totally understand this need lmao.

I’ll also do the same prompt for different characters. Feel free to ask for a character with a prompt you’ve seen written! I’d probably love to write it again haha.

Credit of every divider used (unless stated otherwise) goes to: • @/cafekitsune and • @/saradika-graphics

Currently, I’m not doing any Poly Ships x Reader, except from Jujutsu Kaisen.

I may do others, depending on the fandom and the characters involved, so feel free to ask and poke around lol, I may add the Poly Ship x Reader to the list.

Things I don’t write for:

Non/Dub-Con (unless it’s of the person that did it gets beat up in the scenario lmao)

Lemon/Smut/NSFW — I’ll write steamy situations, but nothing of the unclothed sort

DD/LG | Age Play

Watersports/Scat 🤮

Animal Abuse

Mahito. I think this one’s self-explanatory

tbc/tbd. . .

Things that I will write for:

Fluff

Pregnancy

Angst

Romance

Teacher-Student Relationships — Romantic + Platonic

Platonic Scenarios

Basically almost everything SFW, haha, so just ask!

Soft Yandere

Yandere with consenting MC (I’m nuts for this one whoops)

Lime/Steamy Scenarios

Poly x Reader — for Jujutsu Kaisen only!

tbc/tbd. . .

I write for Female readers only. I’m not a male and just simply wouldn’t know how to write for MxM or FxM because I’m not a guy. And GN things and GN pronouns just make me very confused, I’m sorry 😂

[happy74827]

Fill the Void

[Mike Schmidt x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You didn’t know what you were more terrified of. Ruining the relationship between the man you secretly loved, or the presence of his little sister who seemed to despise you.

WC: 2,818

Category: Lime/Steamy, Slight Angst

Omg, I need to stop writing him. It’s such an obsession at this point.

『••✎••』

Mike was kissing you, like actually kissing you. His hands were on your hips, pulling you closer, while yours were in his hair. His eyes, those pleading eyes, were looking up at you with such passion, such longing that it made you weak at the knees. You could see the way the Adam's apple in his throat bobbed as he swallowed, his jaw clenching tightly as he took in a deep breath. His lips were slightly parted, inviting you to kiss him again and again.

You still didn't understand how this happened. You were trying to calm him down after a fight that happened the day before. He had gotten into a shouting match with his sister about how she treated you, and then it all escalated. It was a huge argument, with a lot of hurtful things said. It ended with Mike slamming his fist against the wall and Abby storming out of the room. You had spent the entire day trying to get him to talk to you, to talk to her. You tried to get him to apologize for what he said because you knew deep down he didn't mean any of it. He had just been so stressed, so angry, that he wasn't thinking straight.

So, there you were the next day, sitting on your bed with Mike as he ranted to you about practically everything. He talked about how he couldn't stand how Abby treated you and that it made him feel sick to his stomach. He told you that he couldn't stand to see the way that she would look at you like she was disgusted by the mere fact that you were around. He didn't like how she talked down to you like you were a kid or how she treated you like you didn't have any thoughts of your own.

And that was when it happened. You tried to reason with him, to calm him down, and that's when you first felt it. You felt the spark in the air, you saw the way his pupils dilated, and you felt the way his skin felt warm under your fingertips.

You had to admit it. You were so scared. You liked Mike, you really did. You liked the way he would protect you, the way he would make sure you were okay even though you weren't technically his family; you were just a friend who lived next door. You liked how he made you laugh, how he could always make you smile and brighten your day. You liked how he would take your hand when you were scared and comfort you with soft whispers.

You liked him a lot, and that terrified you.

You never really talked to anyone about how you felt about Mike. You never even mentioned it to him, even if it was on the tip of your tongue every time you looked at him. He had always told you he thought of you as family, but you weren't sure he meant it in the same way that you did. You were worried if you brought up the subject of you and him, it would ruin everything, that he wouldn't feel the same way about you. You were scared to ruin this friendship that you two had. It was a friendship you cherished and valued more than anything.

That was why you were so shocked when Mike was the one who brought up the subject. He looked into your eyes, and you knew he could see it all. He could see the way you felt, the way your heart pounded at the mere thought of him, and the way you had a hard time catching your breath when you saw him. And instead of shying away, turning bright red, and leaving the room, he got closer to you. He brushed his lips against yours, and you knew there was no turning back. You knew you were a goner, you were so screwed, and you couldn't bring yourself to care.

You deepened the kiss, pressing yourself against him as he maneuvered your body around so he was looking up at you instead of down. Your fingers slid along his cheeks, going into his hair, tugging slightly at the strands. Your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed you over and over. Your head was spinning, and it was all so overwhelming that you couldn't focus on anything. All you could do was kiss him back with everything you had, feeling the way his hands trailed up your sides, pushing your shirt up.

God, it felt so right. This felt so perfect. You never wanted it to end. You wanted to stay at this moment forever. You wanted to freeze time, to stop the moment before anything could ruin it. You wanted to stop and relish in the way his lips felt against yours, how his hands felt against your skin. You wanted to remember how he looked, with his eyes closed as you kissed him. You wanted to remember how he tasted, sweet and addictive. You wanted to remember the feeling of his heart beating, of the way it pounded against his chest, of the way it matched your own. You wanted to remember the way he smelled and the way he sounded when you tugged at his hair, making him groan quietly.

You wanted to remember everything, a reminder that this was real. This wasn't some dream or a fantasy. This was reality. It was real, and you wanted to savor it while you still could.

Unfortunately, Mike was only a human, and he needed air. He pulled away, but only for a moment. He leaned his forehead against yours, and you took in a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. You could still taste him on your lips, and you felt like you were on cloud nine. It was so perfect, so perfect that it almost scared you.

You didn't know what to say; you were completely speechless. You didn't know how to process this. You just sat there, staring into his eyes, taking in everything about him. You didn't want to ruin the moment. You didn't want to do anything to mess this up. You were scared of what would happen next; you were scared to ask.

Mike sensed your hesitation, and his lips pulled into a smile. He pushed your hair out of your face, letting his thumb trace along your jaw.

"It's okay," he said in a low whisper, his voice almost husky. "I feel it, too."

Those three words. He had said those words to you before. It had been in a different situation, but it was something similar, something you remembered vividly. That time, he meant it as family. This time, you knew he meant it differently. You weren't just friends with him anymore. You were something more.

He leaned in, kissing you again, but this time, it was different. This time, you felt more than you did before. You felt like there were fireworks behind your eyes, and sparks were running through your body. You felt like your heart was on the verge of bursting as he kissed you, and your stomach filled with butterflies. You felt like you were falling, but you also felt like you were flying. It was the most amazing feeling ever, and you wanted to feel it over and over again.

But, sadly, all good things come to an end. Mike practically ripped himself away from you in an instant, and you blinked in confusion as he peeked around you. His eyebrows furrowed, and he side-eyed you before glancing back again.

You looked at him, wondering what was going on, until you heard a creak of the floorboards, and your blood ran cold. Mike's eyes snapped toward his watch, and you noticed how his concern shifted to confusion before softly getting up from under you. He brushed himself off, giving you a sheepish smile before clearing his throat.

"Abby?" he called out, sounding as sweet as ever, as he crossed the room and looked down the hallway. "What are... It's eleven, Abs! Why aren't you at school? I'm not supposed to get you for another hour and a half!"

You scrambled off of your bed, feeling your face flush as you made your way over to Mike, trying to catch your breath. You could hear the sounds of her footsteps coming up closer, and you pushed yourself against Mike's chest as if to hide behind him. You didn't want her to see you, not yet, not after everything that just happened between the two of them the day before.

"I had to walk home," she said in a sullen tone as she made her way towards the two of you. She didn't seem to notice you yet. "Why didn't you pick me up?"

"What're you talking about?" he asked, his confusion only growing. You peeked over his shoulder and saw how she stood there, arms crossed and glaring at Mike. "I told you I'd pick you up at noon."

"What are you talking about? It is noon!" she argued back. "Maybe you should be paying more attention to your watch."

At that, Mike squinted his eyes before rushing back into the room, leaving you without protection from her angry eyes. She noticed you rather immediately, and she seemed to be taken aback for a moment.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice low as she glared at you. You thought the most terrifying moment would be her finding out about the situation, but this was almost worse in terms of reactions. She looked like she could kill you in an instant, and she had no clue what was going on between the two of you.

You had a stare-down with her before turning your head towards the loud noise coming from the room. Mike had a hand to his hair, and he looked about ready to rip it all out.

"The time change!" he yelled in realization, and you thought that was the end of that. You could see how his eyes shifted from you to his watch and then to his sister, and he seemed to finally put the pieces together. "Oh... I'm so stupid. I'm so sorry, Abs, I didn't-"

"It's fine," she interrupted, and you could see her composure shifting as though she were trying to be calmer. "It's no big deal. I guess you were too busy with... uh... well..."

She glanced over at you for a split second, and you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. This was so awkward. You felt like you were going to throw up. How can a ten-year-old girl with a staring problem be this intimidating?

"Abs, don't start this again," Mike warned, giving her an annoyed glare. You thought maybe it would work this time. Maybe he would convince her to drop this subject. You were wrong.

"Again?" she repeated, cocking her head to the side and giving him a look of disbelief. "What am I doing?"

"This!" Mike said in frustration, pointing to her as though it would make her understand. "You're doing this!"

She seemed to ignore his statement, and you had a sinking feeling that she did it on purpose. "I'm sorry, did I interrupt something? Is there a reason why you're in my brother's room?"

"Oh my God," he mumbled under his breath, and you swore you could hear his eyeballs rolling back into his head. He then let out a loud groan and threw his hands into the air. "Can we just... I don't know. Maybe just talk about this later. Okay? I need to finish getting ready for work and-"

"Fine!" she hissed before stomping back down the hall, back down the stairs, and slamming the door shut behind her.

Mike let out a deep sigh as he plopped himself down on the bed. He dropped his head back and ran his fingers through his hair, letting out another sigh. You could only stand there awkwardly before slowly making your way to him, sitting beside him, and placing a hand on his shoulder. You tried to offer him some comfort, some sympathy for what was going on with the two of them.

"You okay?" you asked him softly, and he looked up at you. You could see the exhaustion on his face, but there was still something else there. You could see it in the way his eyebrows were furrowed and how his jaw was clenched. You could see it in his eyes. He had something else going on in that big brain of his.

"I don't know why she's acting like this. She doesn't hate you, I know she doesn't, she's just..."

He trailed off, and you got the hint that he wanted you to ask. You swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking. "She's just what?"

"I don't know," he repeated. "She used to beg me to invite you over, and now... I don't… It's like she's got some vendetta against you. I don't get it."

"Well," you started, trying to ease him into this conversation as much as you could. "I mean... Maybe she's just missing you? I know how close you two are."

"No, that's not it. She knows that I'm always going to put her first and that she's the most important thing to me, so she doesn't need to feel like that's changing. I'm still going to be her big brother, and I'm still going to love her and take care of her. I just have you in my life now, too, so... Oh. That's why..."

You nodded slowly, trying to tell him with your eyes that he was right on the money.

"Shit, I've been such a jerk to her," he sighed, closing his eyes tightly for a moment before rubbing them with his fingers. "I just get so stressed about everything, and I get mad. She's my sister; she's the most important thing to me, and I've been... I haven't been a good big brother to her lately."

"It's okay, Mike, really," you tried to tell him, placing your hand on his back and rubbing it in small circles. "You just have to talk to her about it. Preferably, when I'm not here."

"Yeah, no kidding," he snorted, shaking his head. "I just... I don't know what to do. I don't know how to talk to her. She's so good at this, you know? She gets under my skin so easily, and I can never really tell what I should be doing with her."

"I'm sure she feels the same way. She's just stressed out, too," you offered, trying to sound as sweet as possible to cheer him up. It didn't seem like it worked.

"Yeah, I know," he muttered. "I guess we'll just have to... Wait, what time is it?"

You glanced at your watch, seeing that it was half past noon. He jumped up off the bed, his eyes widening.

"Oh, shit," he hissed, running to the door. "I'm supposed to be at work by now."

"You really are just out of your mind today, huh?" you laughed, shaking your head in amusement as you watched him scramble around his room, getting ready for work.

He seemed to completely ignore your statement and continued on his frantic rampage to grab his necessities. Once he was ready, he shot you a glance, and you knew you had to get moving, too. He had already gotten you fired once, and you didn't want it to happen again.

"I'll catch you later, okay? I'll talk to Abby tonight and hopefully get some answers," he promised. You smiled at him as he leaned in, kissing you one more time. You stood there as he opened the door to leave, but then he stopped in his tracks and turned around, giving you a serious look. "If you don't want to... you know, Max's number is on the fridge. It's always there for emergencies or anything else. I know she'd be more than happy to watch Abby—even though I can barely pay her anymore."

"It's okay, Mike," you said with a smile. "Go to work. I'll figure something out."

With a quick nod, he left, closing the door behind him.

You thought about calling Max, but you decided against it. If you and Mike were going to have any chance at a relationship, then you knew you had to face Abby sooner or later. You might save the conversation for Mike and her to have, but that didn't mean you couldn't start proving that you weren't just some stranger who came into his life to steal him away.

You were going to make Abby see that not only you were worthy of being around her brother, but you were also worthy of being around her, too.

[trulybetty]

oct' 02 x apple scent

Prompt: apple scent Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Bryony Morgan (OFC) Word Count: 908 Warnings: un-beta'd is the name of the game, mentions of food, implications of alcohol, Dieter's shameless flirting, hints at spice, but it goes no spicier than cinnamon for our favourite trash panda. this is fluff Summary: set who knows when in the Chiffon universe, slice of domesticity for one of my favourite character pairings

x. masterlist

The day had been long, too long.

The kind that sucked every ounce of energy out of you and still demanded more

The meetings were relentless, back to back, and some simultaneously both in person and over Zoom. By the time Bryony had closed the door to her office and waved good-bye to Tim at security she was well and truly drained. 

The only thought that kept her going was the sanctuary of her sofa and the blissful idea that she could go completely off the grid until ten the next morning.

As she pushed open the heavy front door of home, her senses were instantly flooded with the comforting aroma of apples and cinnamon. Already halfway out of her jacket and kicking off her heels before the door had closed behind her, she called out into the house, “Dieter!” Her belongings dropped unceremoniously in the hallway as she headed toward the source of the scent.

In the kitchen, Dieter was busily putting the finishing touches on a home-cooked dinner, an apron wrapped around his waist.

The sight was enough to bloom the first genuine smile she’d had since she had left him reluctantly in bed that morning with his promise of an evening of just the two of them. But Bryony’s overrun day had put a shot to that, she was home three hours later than she was supposed to. It was just as dark out as it was when she’d left that morning.

“It really is infuriating how good you are at this stuff.” Bryony commented, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

“Jealous Daff?” Dieter quipped, turning to catch her in an embrace.

She raised an eyebrow. “No,” she grumbled but melted into the warmth of his arms, feeling the tension of the day drain away. “It’s like I have my own little Stepford wife.”

Dieter chuckled, “Ah, but unlike them, I come with added benefits.”

As she surveyed the kitchen, she had to admit: Domesticity looked good on him. She had wondered how he would fare taking a hiatus from acting, but he seemed to be thriving. She playfully reached for a piece of the pie's crust, only to be swatted away.

“Ah-ah,” Dieter swatted her hand away, winking, “good things come to those who wait.”

“Okay, fine,” she held up her hands in defeat, “I’ll wait.”

Dieter smirked and handed her a generously filled glass. The bubbles fizzed around the lime garnish and ice. She didn't need to taste it to know what it was. “Thank you, I appreciate it,” she said, taking a sip.

Throwing the dishcloth he'd been holding over his shoulder, Dieter's broad shoulders became even more pronounced under the fabric of his thin flannel shirt. “I don’t need to ask to know you likely forgot lunch, refused to ask your assistant to grab something and drank nothing but coffee all day.”

As if on cue Bryony’s stomach grumbled loudly.

“You know me too well,” Bryony remarked, holding the glass to her chest.

Dieter laughed, his eyes narrowing playfully, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “I can read you like a book,” he paused for theatrics as he moved in closer to Bryony, “a very steamy, page-turning book.” he finished with a wink.

She rolled her eyes, not immune to the charm but too tired to engage fully. “Flatterer.”

“It's one of my many skills,” he winked. “Along with cooking, making women swoon, and being irresistible even in an apron. Does any of that ring a bell?”

“Mostly the apron,” she retorted with a cheeky smile, taking another sip of her drink. “It really does add a certain je ne sais quoi to the whole Bravo experience.”

Dieter leaned in, his voice dropping to a sensual murmur. “Oh, I've got plenty more experiences to offer, just say the word.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “I'm too tired for experiences right now, and you know it.”

“Ah, so it'll have to be Dieter: The Home Edition tonight,” he grinned, planting a quick but tender kiss on her lips. “Go change, and let's have dinner.”

She hesitated, her eyes searching his for a moment. “I'm sorry for coming home late, I wanted to be here.”

His expression softened, his flirtatious air replaced by genuine warmth. “It's okay, Daff. I know how much your work means to you. Besides, this gives me an excuse to indulge you a bit.”

She smiled, genuinely touched. “I'll be right back.”

Despite the fatigue that was soaked into her bones Bryony headed up the stairs to their bedroom to change. Happy to shirk the confines of the semi-formal attire the day had called for and released from the restrictions of underwires, she changed into more comfortable clothes and headed back downstairs. As she re-entered the kitchen, Dieter was just placing the final dish on the dining table.

“Ready to eat?” he asked, the suggestive glint in his eye did not go amiss.

“Starving,” she said, taking her seat and reaching for her drink Dieter had brought to the table, “for food, mostly.” 

“Mostly,” he winked as he sat across from her. “Well, the night is young, my love. Who knows what other appetites we might satiate.”

She couldn't help but laugh. “You're incorrigible.”

He raised his glass for a toast. “And you wouldn't have me any other way.”

“True,” she agreed despite shaking her head playfully, clinking her glass against his. “Very, very true.”

[cheesesoda]

Can I get Ace with a Marine reader where they both end up having to work together bc the reader got captured when trying to arrest some big pirate and Ace got mad at the pirate bc he insulted Whitebeard, so now they are both trying to escape where the pirate is keeping them... It's weirdly specific, I know but I think it would be interesting.

a/n: OOOO I REALLY LIKE THIS OMG 😚 thank you for the req and i hope you like it bae! 🫶 ignore the fact that i forgot that there was sea prism stone halfway through and didn’t change it LMAOOAJS

The Vice Admiral and The Commander.

portgas d. ace x marine!reader

cw: kidnapping, language, kinda lime-ish?

ATTENTION: I AM, IN NO WAY, ROMANTICIZING KIDNAPPING.

“son of a-!” ace groans as he rubs his head. examining his surroundings, he notices he is in a cage. not only is he in a cage, but he’s in a cage with another person—a marine! “looks like you finally woke up, fire fist ace.” the marine says. “where are we? who are you?” he asks. “i don’t know where we are. last i remember, i was trying to capture some pirate.” she responds. “what were you doing?” he thinks hard for a moment. “i was… fighting a pirate who insulted oyaji. bastard…” he grimaced at the thought of whitebeard being insulted. “then i’m sure it was the same pirate. i’m assuming he defeated both of us and locked us in this cage, though i’m not sure what he plans to do with us.” the marine says. “hey- you never told me your name!” ace frowns. “vice admiral y/n l/n.” she sighs. “vice admiral? and you were defeated by some random pirate?” he scoffs. “fire fist ace? second division commander of the whitebeard pirates? 550,000,000 berry bounty? and you were defeated by some random pirate?” she mocks him. “someone’s done their research.” he smirks. “i’m a vice admiral, of course i know you. don’t flatter yourself.” she rolls her eyes. “wait, is this sea prism stone?” he asks breathily as his eyes begin to close. “hmm… it would appear so.” she observes. “look, i know i’m a pirate and you’re a marine, but i need your help for both of us to get out of here!” he pleads. “allying with a pirate? no thanks, i can get out of here by myself, portgas.” she laughs humorlessly. suddenly, a door slams open, light leaking into the once dark room. “finally, you two are up! i was wondering if i’d accidentally killed y’all!” the man who opened the door chuckles. “who are you?” y/n asks. “the great captain of the club pirates—orlando d. jay!” (a/n: help y’all already know idk how to come up with names 😭) “hm.. never heard of you.” ace deadpans. “soon enough, i’ll have the highest bounty in the world! everyone will know my name!” orlando cackles. “sure. great. now, if we could just be on our way the-“ y/n starts, only to be cut off by a gust of wind being knocked out of her. “oi! y/n!” ace shouts at the girl who’s now choking on the floor. “what’d you do?” he yells at the pirate. “i ate the wind-wind fruit! i can control air and wind! i just knocked all the oxygen out of her lungs!” orlando cackles again. “now, there is a way to get out of this cage, and if you figure it out, i’ll let you both join my crew. if you don’t, then, well, you’ll perish in here until your excruciating death!” he continues laughing maniacally as he exits the room again. “dammit!” ace curses. “oi! y/n, try to breathe!” he holds her upper body in his lap. she continues gasping for air when lights illuminate the rather large stadium they were in. ace squints at the suddenly bright lights. “oh, and i forgot to mention—i’ll be watching!” orlando’s voice booms through the stadium as a live video of his face is plastered on a screen on the wall. “bastard!” ace grimaces. suddenly, he gets an idea. “y/n, i’m sorry for this but it’s the only thing i can think of.” he whispers to her. he presses his mouth to hers and begins breathing into her mouth. while he’s trying to give cpr, orlando teases them through the microphone. “ohhh~ this is getting steamy~” he chuckles. after a couple of breaths in, y/n gasps and starts breathing heavily, sitting up quickly. trying to catch her breath, she looks at ace. he prepares for her to scream at him but instead she says “thank you, portgas.” he looks at her blankly before grinning. “no problem, y/n!” he slaps her on the back. “aw, how heartwarming! a pirate and a marine making out! finally i’m getting what i wanted!” orlando coos. “what he wanted…” y/n repeats quietly. suddenly she looks back at ace. “i get it now.”

“are you sure this will work?” ace whispers. “hopefully.” she exhales. y/n stands up and pretends to fiddle with the door of the cage, knowing that it won’t budge. “ace, come help me with the cage!” she calls to him. he stands up and walks over to her as he pretends to fiddle with the cage as well. “fuck, y/n, i can’t do anything with this sea prism stone…” he trails off before fainting, falling right on top of her. then she realizes his face is planted right on her chest. she picks up his face with her hands on his cheeks. they stare at one another for a moment before they both go in for a kiss. the kiss is soft and hesitant and orlando doesn’t seem impressed. “kiss me more.” y/n whispers against ace’s lips. a light blush dusts his cheeks but he just complies and kisses the marine again, with more passion this time. a soft moan slips past y/n’s lips and ace feels his pants tighten at the sound. “yes! it’s all coming together!” orlando exclaims to himself. “now i wanna get front row seats to this show!” he says. “now is our chance.” y/n pulls back from ace slightly and he nods. they both sit up and examine each other. y/n’s swollen lips and slightly messed up marine uniform cause an even deeper blush to set on ace’s face. ace’s blush and obvious problem cause y/n to blush a bit too. “that was not part of the plan, fire fist.” she says, pointing to his pants. “i know it wasn’t ‘part of the plan’! it’s not like i wanted it to happen!” he whisper yells at her, blushing more. they hear the footsteps get closer and get back to their positions, this time with y/n sitting on his lap as his arms wrap around her waist. she holds his face in her hands and press their lips together again. orlando opens the door and whistles at the sight. he walks closer to the cage, until he’s in reach of them. y/n discreetly passes ace her pocket knife and he takes it, stabbing orlando in the ankle with it. “fuck! you bastard!” orlando shrieks as he bends down to cradle his ankle. when he bends down, y/n swiftly reaches her arm through the bars and snatches the keys off his belt. she unlocks the cage quickly, sticking her arm through the bars next to the lock. when the cage unlocks, y/n and ace get into fighting positions. “ready, vice admiral?” ace smirks. “whenever you are, commander.” y/n replies. orlando falls to the ground and pleads for forgiveness. “w-wait! we can work this out, r-right?” he laughs nervously. “hey, y/n, didn’t his bounty say dead or alive?” ace mocks a question. “y’know, ace, now that you mention it, i think it does.” she feigns innocence. [insert super cool fight scene where ace and y/n beat the shit outta him]

after they leave the pirate’s lair…

“well, this is where we go our separate ways.” y/n exhales as she throws an unconscious orlando on her marine ship. “right.” ace smiles. “don’t tell anyone i said this but… for a guy with a 550,000,000 berry bounty, you’re not so bad.” she smiles back. “you could always come join whitebeard’s crew and become a pirate.” he suggests, which she takes as a joke but he actually meant it. “no thanks, ace.” she laughs lightly. they stand in silence for a moment, both thinking the same thoughts. thoughts that were too dangerous for a pirate and marine to be thinking about each other, so instead they just give each other a knowing look. “goodbye, vice admiral y/n.” ace says. “goodbye, fire fist ace.” she smiles.

a few months later…

“ace!” y/n yells through the crowd of people. kneeling at the execution alter, ace looks up to see y/n running up the stairs to him. “y/n?” he says as more of a question. when she reaches him, she pulls out her polearm and whacks the two marines guarding him on the head. a gasp erupts from the crowd. “y/n! what are you doing?!” his eyes widen. she takes out the key to his handcuffs and unlocks the cuffs. “becoming a pirate with you.”

[distamoni]

Eddie Munson x Male! Reader: Under the stars

AN: ( This is my first time writing a fanfic on Tumblr so I hope it's not too awful haha )

Plot Summary: You and Eddie are smoking weed on the roof of his trailer and before you know it you guys are making out.

Warnings: Drug usage and steamy make-out sesh (Lime ig?)

It was a cold, late night, you and your best friend Eddie Munson were laying next to each other on your backs atop the roof of his trailer, getting high. You glanced over at Eddie, his hair a mess as usual, a joint between his fingers, the moonlight gently reflecting off his pale cheeks. You'd be lying if you said the sight didn't make you tingle.

Eddie noticed you staring and laughed softly "everything alright sweetheart?" he asked playfully. Sweetheart, he called everyone that..it wasn't something just intended for you but when he said it to you.. it always sounded different, or maybe that's just how you picked it up. "yeah Eds, everything fine" you responded, your eyes still tracing the delicate features of his face.

He raised an eyebrow, watching as your eyes longingly admired him. "You sure? You're kinda staring at me" you smirked, looking him in the eyes. "Eddie, can I ask you something?" Eddie nodded "sure, what's up?" you sighed "Have you ever felt like.. Your friendship with someone is missing something? Like.. You're holding back.."

Eddie sat up, moving closer to you "yeah.. I have felt that about y- someone.." he mumbled. You sat up alongside him, your faces now inches away from each other. All of a sudden Eddie's soft lips were pressed against yours while his hand was placed on the side of your face. Your eyes fell shut as you began to kiss back, sliding your hand up along Eddie's face until you fingers were running through his hair. Kissing Eddie just felt so right, like everything finally made sense to you.

You felt Eddie's hands move downwards till they were on your waist. You let him pull you up onto his lap so that you were now straddling him. He gave your waist a light squeeze which caused you to moan. He took the opportunity and slipped his tounhe into your mouth, letting the kiss get more sloppy as you guided your hands down to grip at his clothes. Your face heated up as the kisses moved down towards your neck. Eddie worked his way down till you let off a soft groan, alerting him that he'd reached your sweet spot. When he found it he began to suck on it, leaving a dark hickey in place of his lips "oh Eddie~" you moaned, before your cheeks turned red from embarrassment. Eddie smirked, leaning forward and whispering into your ear "you like that sweetheart?~" you nodded, your eyes once again meeting his.

"Well then, let's go down to my bedroom and see if you can moan like that for me all night ~"

An: Hope you enjoyed hehe, let me know if you want a ✨spicy✨ Part two

[madeliefkrans]

bound by water

posting this again because a six of crows spin-off/shadow and bone third season still hasn't been announced & and i'm still losing my mind over kanej

the context is that inej is part of the dregs (again), after the events of the books or tv series, and she and kaz have grown closer to each other. inej’s pov because i truly adore her & writing from her pov was kind of healing. let me know what you think about it <3

fell in love with @jccatstudios's character design of the crows, so i used that as inspiration for what inej was wearing. you can find jccatstudios on instagram & twitter as well!!

fandom: six of crows series - leigh bardugo & shadow and bone (tv series) type: birthday fic with tiny bit of angst but mostly fluff and some literal & figurative steaminess pairing: inej ghafa x kaz brekker pov: inej’s word count: 3,457 on ao3 as well

summary: it’s inej’s birthday and kaz has a surprise for her.

When Inej returns to the Slat after shadowing a sketchy mercher’s movements that day, she finds Nina and Jesper leaning against one of the walls in the entryway. They glance at her, each other, and back to her, grinning from ear to ear. Or smirking, really.

Inej squints her eyes at them, edging closer. Separately, Jesper or Nina scheming cannot be trusted. Together? The trail of chaos they’d leave behind would reach Fjerda.

“Well?” Inej raises her eyebrows, playing along with their game. “What is it?”

Nina loses the smirking contest first. She breaks out in a short laugh, setting off a warm feeling in Inej’s chest. Nina straightens her face, cheeks rosy from amusement. “Inej,” she speaks authoritatively, as if this is a legal matter. “We have a message for you.”

Jesper nods solemnly, mirroring Nina’s attitude. He crosses his arms before his lime green waistcoat. “A message from Kaz to be precise.”

Inej’s heart skips a beat. Nina’s grin is back, raising her eyebrows knowingly to Jesper. Inej hasn’t seen Kaz yet today. She was planning to meet him in his attic when she arrived at the Slat, as she did most evenings. To report back on the secrets, clues, scandals she collected that day. And, when business had been discussed and she wanted to, which was often, to linger. Kaz let her.

They would play a game of chess, catching glances at each other, which was how Inej discovered that Kaz has a scheming face specifically for chess. Or Inej would feed walnuts to the crows in the large windowsill as Kaz watched. Or they would read; Kaz poetry, Inej the adventures of her heroes, the silence between them only disturbed by the turning of crisp pages. Inej loves this time with him. It’s a ritual they grew into over the last months. A ritual that Inej would love to cultivate today. It’s her birthday, after all.

This morning she stumbled into a kitchen filled with the scent that can calm any storm. Waffles. She found her family cramped around the one dark wooden table that was stashed there. Nina, Jesper, Wylan, Matthias. She could have sworn their faces were framed with halo’s, but maybe that was just the morning light through the hazy window. They shared breakfast and Inej started her day with a belly full of butter, syrup and laughter.

Kaz hadn’t been there, to her disappointment, but she told herself he had his reasons. Maybe the message he gave to Nina and Jesper shed light on that.

If they are ever going to share it with her. These two smirking darlings are enjoying themselves so much. But she knows their secret won’t last much longer. After all, it’s Inej they’re talking to.

“Kaz would be disappointed if you didn’t deliver that message.” Inej shifts her gaze between Nina and Jesper, feeling a grin tuck at her lips. “So shoot, if you want to spare yourself from a piercing gaze. Or worse.”

“Anything for you, birthday girl,” Jesper grins. “He’s waiting for you in his attic.”

“Enjoy the rest of your night,” Inej tells them, already standing, turned to go up the stairs.

 “Not as much as you will!” Nina yells after her. Inej can’t stop the smile spreading on her face.

Her feet are feathers, always, as she travels up the two flights of rickety stairs. Her heart thumps steadily in her chest. There was a time she didn’t let it, a time she railed herself in. Lately she’s trying to welcome the sensation, to invite it to her body and allow it to fill her up. It feels strange, exciting. Like revealing a secret room, the discovery of a vacant space. That you can use it. That you’re allowed to fill that space.

Kaz is sitting behind his desk when Inej enters after knocking, his nose in stacks of documents, linen sleeves rolled up. Through the open window the sun streaks Kaz’s attic in golden, the last rays of the day. His dark leather gloves shine on the side of his desk. Yes, Ketterdam is so moist that it seeps into your skin, but even this city cannot hide from the force of summer and how it stretches the evenings. The turmoil from the city feels far away from here. Instead, Kaz’s attic is filled with something else… a fragrance delicate and fresh.

Kaz looks up from his desk, meets her eye. “Hello, Inej.”

She offers a smile. “Hello, Kaz.”

She walks up to him. Leans on the desk to his left, resting her hands behind her and crossing her ankles. She locks eyes with him. “Nina and Jesper were insufferably mischievous downstairs.”

He shrugs, leaning back in his high-backed chair. Puts down the letter he was reading, resting his hands close to hers. “Nothing new there.”

Inej uncrosses her ankles. Her thigh brushes the hair on his forearm. He holds her gaze.

It’s what they’ve been doing recently: folding the space between them, stretching their touches. Slowly learning, showing what they enjoy. Often, it’s how Inej wants to touch him, reclaiming her relationship with touch, after years of being trained to endure, not initiate. Letting Kaz touch her is more challenging, since she has to catch her body before it slips away, rejecting the habit to dissociate. It’s how Kaz wants to be touched by her, taking pleasure in how her touch can make him feel safe, can be a buoy instead of towering waves. Him touching her, bare skin, is difficult even on good days, but covering his skin before reaching out to her grounds him.

Kaz shoves his chair back and stands up. “I have something for you.”

Inej cannot hide the surprise on her face.

Kaz grabs his cane and crosses the office to open the door to his bedroom. Inej breathes in the honey that reaches her, stronger now. He looks over his shoulder. “Are you coming?”

She’s behind him in an instant. She was only ever able to catch glances at the space they’re entering, never having stepped foot in it before. As a Dreg, she learned to scan any room she enters, instinctively, swiftly. But she’s not taking in the entirety of this private room now. No, her eyes are directly drawn to the white tub in the corner.

Steam rises from the water surface that is not covered by foam or orange and red flower petals, filling the room with a heavenly haze. Candles are lit on top of the small wooden table beside it, Kaz’s drawer, at the back of the tub. A fragrance pure and light fills her senses. She’s speechless.

“Happy birthday, Inej.”

Inej pulls her gaze away from the wonder that is this steamy tub to turn to Kaz. He’s clasping his cane in front of him, resting both hands on the metal crow’s head. He holds her gaze, steadily, but she notices something there that’s rare. She doesn’t want to blink when he’s letting her see it.

“It’s tulip. Nina assisted.”

Inej’s heart swells even more. How beautifully unexpected that he decided to ask for help.

“Kaz, this is wonderful.” She’s full-on grinning now.

His doubt disappears and his face lights up. He’s so pretty. He nods to the chair by the tub. “Nina picked out some clothes from your room to change into when you’re done bathing.”

Inej takes the smallest step closer to him.

“I’ll be in my office. But I won’t disturb you, so please enjoy for as long as you want to.”

She looks up into his eyes as she rests her fingertips, fingers, then palm on his wrist. “Thank you.”

His lips quirk upwards. Then he turns, closes the door behind him. She listens as the thumps of his cane fall silent as he repositions himself behind his desk. And she’s alone.

Inej lets her gaze circle the room. The tub stands under a slanted roof that holds a square window cracked open. The clouds have turned to a shade of lilac and rose. A bed is placed to the only straight wall in the room, accompanied by a side table. His washbasin is next to his dresser, a blurry mirror above it. These are Kaz’s private quarters and he’s trusting her with it.

Who knew Kaz had something like this up his sleeve. She imagines the look on Nina’s face when Kaz asked for help. She must have been intolerably delighted. Inej chuckles.

She breathes in the subtle scent that has filled the room. Inej can’t wait to dip her tired feet into the tub. Let the warmth take her in. Cover herself with velvet petals. Watch as the clouds turn from pastels to dark shades.

Her fingertips slide across the sheaths of her knives, where she releases each one, carefully positioning them on top of Kaz’s drawer. He has allowed himself to be vulnerable to prepare this for her, and gratefulness washes over her. As her fingers reach up to undo the first clasp of her vest, waves swirl low in her belly. Something new emerges, bubbling up to the surface. Her fingers pause in midair. She wants to reciprocate, meet him halfway.

Her knife sheaths already empty, she turns to open the crooked door to Kaz’s office. She keeps one hand on the rough doorframe as she watches how he looks up from his desk, surprised.

She inhales deeply, steadying herself. It’s something she has done before, but suggesting it would be a first. Her wanting to is a first. And this is Kaz she’s talking to. How will he react?

“Do you want to watch as I undress?” she asks, recognizing the nervous rhythm of her heart in her ears.

Inej can see the subtlest rise of his eyebrows, widening of his eyes. She refuses to break eye contact. He needs to know that she doesn’t want this because she believes he wants her to take off her clothes. She wants this because she’s trying to change how her body remembers showing her skin to men. “I want you to.”

She studies his face. His look is stern, it is almost always. She’s trained in his features: the tiniest twitch of his eyebrows, the clenching of his jaw, when and how long he breaks eye contact. But right now, he shows no movements she can decipher. She’s trained in patience as well, but this moment of silence rattles at her foundations.

The chair scrapes the old wooden floor as Kaz stands up. “Yes,” he replies simply.

The voice in her head finishes: the deal is the deal. “Okay,” she nods.

Kaz follows her. For a moment they stand there, in his bedroom. Inej knows it’s Kaz who stands next to her, she has rescued him again and again, he has rescued her again and again. There’s no one she’d rather do this with than him, no one she trusts more. But she has to keep her head straight or she won’t be able to look him in the eye. Let’s take this step by step.

She walks over to the tub, halts next to the chair. “You can sit wherever you want,” she tells him. But there’s not many options besides the chair that’s already used by her clothes and towel. In fact, there’s only one.

The frame creaks softly as Kaz sits down on his bedsheets and rests his cane beside him. Inej could touch his knees in barely three steps. He looks up at her. She recognises this position when she’s perched in his window, leaning or sitting on his desk while he’s working there. She’s used to watching from above as the Wraith as well. It soothes her nerves, just a bit.

Not enough to hold his gaze. But enough to slowly reach her hands to her chest and undo the first clasp of her vest. The muscles in her upper back and shoulders stiffen as she can feel herself slipping into a performance. She sees herself standing there, trembling fingers at the first hook of her clothes. She takes a shaky breath, closing her eyes. Using her senses to return to her body. She wriggles her toes in her dearest slippers. Outside the window she can hear her beloved crows, inside distantly the rickety stairs of the Slat. The floral fragrance is calming. She can stop any moment she wants to, she knows that. But she doesn’t want to.

She’s Inej Ghafa and with the release of a breath, she shakes the skin of a lynx from her body.

Kaz is there when she opens her eyes, the worry between his dark brows fades when he sees her expression. Making way for the tiniest arch of one of his eyebrows. It’s an invitation. She accepts.

Carefully she loosens the clasps on her vest. The violet fabric of her tunic shifts underneath. She lets her vest slide down behind her body, over her upper arms, elbows and catches it in her hand as it falls over her wrists. She hangs it on the back of the chair.

Next are the fingerless gloves that cover her entire forearms. Finger for finger, she slips them off. Perching on the edge of the chair, she takes of her slippers, storing them beneath the chair. The wooden floor is cool under her feet. A welcome sensation, because she’s feeling hot. Hot under Kaz’s gaze, who’s giving her his full attention.

She’s well aware of the flush that must have grown on her cheeks. They’ve stripped in front of each other during jobs countlessly, taking on new identities in the dim alleys of Ketterdam. This is different entirely. No hiding in plain sight, and it’s how she wants it to be. The heat in her body near Kaz is nothing new. She wants to cherish it, instead of trying to push it away. Kaz’s gaze makes the sensation grow only stronger.

She catches the clenching of his jaw. Maybe she’s not the only one growing flustered.

Right below her neck, Inej loosens the ties of her tunic. She crosses her arms over the thin, swift material and slowly stretches her arms on top of her head, taking the fabric with her. She folds the purple blouse in her bare arms. There’s not many walls left now. And she’s beginning to enjoy it. With every layer of clothing, armour, removed, she discovers newfound courage, lightness. Yes, outside this protection, her armour, is what keeps her safe, dangerous. In here, she can feel strong even with her shields lowered.

Her top is next. She stretches out her arms, once again, and feels the evening air against her belly. The chill feels wonderful. Perching on the chair, she slides down the stretchy fabric of her trousers to pull them off. Her hands take the braid behind her back and slide between the strands. Kaz’s gaze is fixated on her fingers gliding up and down, unravelling the coils. She frees her hair completely, and the comforting weight drapes behind her body. Now, facing Kaz once more, she stands before him in nothing but her underwear, hair down, and locks eyes with him, embracing the raw vulnerability of this moment.

His gaze is fixed on her face. His eyes deep and vast, his brows slightly furrowed. She knows this look. She trembles lightly, the waves in her low belly swelling. She wants more of what he’s showing her.

“Kaz,” she asks, voice low, “will you take my bra off?”

His answer is the creaking of the bedframe as he stands up and closes the distance between them. He stands before her, fully clothed, and so close, she can see the pink on his cheeks, his dilated pupils. His breath is high and shallow, just like hers. Her arms are covered in goosebumps.

Slowly, Kaz lifts his fingers. Inej holds her breath. He touches the dark fabric on her ribs, gently lets his hands embrace the sides of her body. She feels the weight of his hands as she lets out her breath. The heat of his touch sets her skin aflame. He’s burning her. Or she’s burning up.

She reaches her fingers upwards, inviting him to take the flexible band and slide it upwards. His cool fingernails brush her skin as he curls them under the fabric and shifts it higher and higher until it catches all her hair, releasing it moments later when Kaz slides the garment from her wrists. Her hair cascades down, enveloping her in a midnight waterfall.

His gaze is unwavering, endless, fixed on her eyes. Inej wants it everywhere.

“You can look,” she breathes. “If you want.”

He does. She watches the length of his dark eyelashes as he traces his gaze downwards, deliberately, languid. Lips parted, rosy flush on his cheeks growing. She feels the heat radiate from her body, between her thighs, the tips of her ears. Nerves mixed with growing confidence.

Slowly, through lowered lashes, Kaz locks his eyes with hers again. He raises his fingers and slides them under a strand of her hair between her shoulder and the column of her neck. Inej watches closely as he lifts it up, gliding down its length, patiently, until, finally, he gently presses his lips to her hair.

Her breath hitches in her chest.

His lips still hovering above her hair, Kaz meets her eye. “You’re beautiful, Inej,” he whispers.

Oh, Saints.

Inej trembles before him. Her tides rise with every breath, washing over her, building and building. She can’t stop staring at his lips, his fingers, his eyes. His lips, his fingers, his eyes. He called her beautiful, but how can she ever express how he looks to her this moment? He’s boundless.

Inej draws closer. Her hair slips through his fingers. She would never. She takes his hand, dextrous, dependable, weaving her fingers through his, letting them rest at their sides. Closer. Until the blissful press of their bodies together. It makes her dizzy. She feels the rising and fall of his chest, their breathing synching into the same heavy rhythm. His lips tender and flushed. His eyes deep mahogany. She feels a sense of safety and security with him that’s unparalleled.

She reaches her free hand to his face, cupping his rough cheek in her palm. Kaz closes his eyes and offers her the slightest sigh as he presses himself to her touch. The wonderful fan of his eyelashes. She’s so close, she can count them. She wants him so much, she’s barely standing.

“Kaz,” Inej breathes. His eyes open to meet hers, scanning her features. “I want to kiss you.”

She remembers the first time she pressed her lips to his. Softly, exploratory. It was after an evening of celebrating a victory for the Dregs with her family. An evening of her knee to Kaz’s underneath the table, bathing in the warm pressure of his hand on her thigh. Afterwards, she followed him up the stairs. In his attic the air thickened, and they chatted, laughed, as they drew closer. When Inej said she would retreat to her room to rest, Kaz whispered her name, lowering his face. All Inej could do was brush his nose with hers, and fold her lips between his. It had made her feel delirious.

Similar to how she’s feeling right now. Drunk on his gaze, scent, fingertips between hers. The maroon blossoms further on her cheeks. Kaz parts his lips.

“Please.” His voice a low rasp.

Bubbles popping in her belly, she reaches up and captures his sweet lips in a kiss. Kaz releases his hand from hers and presses both to the small curve of her naked back, curling into her hair once again, bringing her even closer. The heat rises to her head, and she sinks into his touch as he deepens the kiss. She slides her fingers over his cheek, into his hair, tangled. He presses his fingers into the strong muscles of her back. She feels him everywhere.

Inej places a hand on his chest when they separate. Close, still so close. His touch lingers on her lips. She can feel his delightfully heavy breath on her cheek. He rests his forehead against hers. Calm waves cradle her ship. An eternity passes.

“Perhaps I should get some more hot water.”

Inej opens her eyes to catch the twinkle in his eyes. She grins back. This devotion could keep her afloat forever. Kaz’s touch stays hot. The bath, inevitably, does not.

“Perhaps,” Inej repeats.

Slowly, she turns to dip her fingers in the floral tub, brushing the velvet petals. She glances over her shoulder, eyebrow raised, as she asks, “You like it hot?”

Kaz grins, his eyes devilish. Inej already knows the answer to that.

[musubiki]

If Lime is on more equal terms with Mochi being in the m34th what would a battle between the two of them be like? Or would they have like a “battle” cause one of Lime’s missions was to get a read on the cat witch or something of the sort. Or angst battle that’s always steamy👀

I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS THE OTHER DAY!!!!!!!!! a fight between them would just be itching with banter and sexual tension so ofc i would love to see it heheheeh

many things to consider though on that fight.. aside from the fact that theyre in love and could never seriously hurt each other, in an actual serious fight assuming that wasnt an issue, im gonna use this as an excuse to ramble about general strengths and weaknesses (can also be applied to most witches and members of the m34th):

mochi is obviously the cat witch, extremely powerful magic. GREAT magic attacks and environmental control (ie using magic as the means but the end attack isnt actual "magic", like using magic to grab a tree and smashing them with it). she also has essentially unlimited resources in the idea that magic can do or summon anything she needs.

magic attacks alone unfortunately dont mean much against a black canvas. environmental control is still a plus (high res doesnt mean you can survive a boulder to the face), but another thing to consider is that as a witch, she cant kill anyone, and so cant fight with lethal force & has to hold back on all her attacks. another thing to consider is that the magic is limited, so she can always be worn down to exhaustion.

magic is okay (at best) for deflecting/shielding against the m34ths technology weapons (the idea is that the tech is advanced enough to be on par with magic weapons), and shes also okay (at best) at any hand-to-hand fighting (shes not amazing at it since most of her stock goes into magic, and lime is also taller/stronger so she would lose that fight). also dont forget shes very weak to water so if lime could factor that in, thats also something to consider

NOW FOR LIME, the obvious strength is the magic res. magic attacks like mochis magic swords/weapons/blasts dont do much to him. he has the tech weapons to break any magic shields she can use. as already mentioned hes taller (longer reach) and stronger so hand-to-hand is a no brainer, and more importantly hes not a witch so he can fight with the intent to kill (doesnt necessarily apply to them since theyre not trying to kill each other, but applies for a general fight between a witch and an m34th member). another thing to consider is limes running theme of being amazing at everything he does, so hes no run of the mill m34th guy, hes a cut above in terms of strength/strategy/smarts/skill

lime in particular though is cocky by nature, and a bit impatient. hes FAR more likely to do risky attacks and take chances if it MIGHT end the fight quicker, rather than taking a bit more time for a guaranteed success (kinda like in a pokemon battle when you know one more hit from the enemy will down your buddy, but you choose to attack anyway on the off-chance you land a crit and end the fight rather than using the turn to heal). also as mentioned earlier, high res doesnt mean high def so if the witch is smart enough she can still beat you by things like summoning a boat and smashing you with it. the m34th spends so much time fighting magic that they forget they can still be killed by normal things which is hilarious to me

ALL IN ALL THOUGH in a fight between mochi and lime i think lime would win. just from the fact that neither of them would be fighting full strength/trying to kill each other, and it would most likely come down to hand-to-hand since mochi wouldnt drop a building on him, lime would win.

(but in the scenario i was thinking, it was mochis grandma having them spar so she can evaluate mochis skill against an m34th member. mochis grandma is known to be hard on her, so lime held back a little more and let her win so she wouldnt have her family being like "shame...what kinda cat witch loses...."

she realizes this after the fact and when she asks him about it, he tells her something like "I know you were holding back a lot cuz you didn't want to hurt me, and I'm a lot better than a lot of people in the m34th. I'm telling you this right now: you would win against them in an actual fight. You don't need your grandma breathing down your neck for the next 4 months trying to drill more training into you." and thats why she loves him)

[stripperblvd]

She’s All That (Eddie Munson x metalhead!reader)

Summary: Eddie’s pride of having you to himself makes him show you off at any event, but sometimes even that isn’t enough to keep away pesky groupies.

Warnings: Just a regular ol night at the bar, a little steamy cuz of the body shots but nothing huge. Oh and a groupie gets punched.

Word Count: 2.8k

You finished putting your shoes on before walking over to Eddie, who was looking frantically around his drawer. You laughed, “Looking for these, baby?” you asked, holding up a little jar that you had bought for him to store his picks in. You jiggle the object in your hand, making the little pieces of plastic clink against the glass. “My god, whatever would I do without my queen.” Eddie sighs dramatically, going over to you and wrapping his arms around you to pepper little kisses all over your face and ending it with a big one to your lips. He takes the jar from your hands, making you giggle as he kisses your nose while opening it. “Would you do me the honor of choosing one my love?” he bows, imitating a knight and dropping his head low to raise the jar at you. You reach into the jar, picking out one pick that replicates the one Eddie’s necklace carries. “This one.” you say, putting it on your palm for him to grab. He grins, placing it in his pocket before grabbing a few more haphazardly, knowing one single pick for the gig was not a good idea.

Tonight 2 bands were going to play a set before Eddie needed to go, so he and the guys stayed in the crowd enjoying the show. The crowd was rowdy this evening, drinks flying out as fast as they were drunk, the establishment soon filled with the odor of drunk people and smoke. You and Eddie laughed as you ordered shots, the bartender soon bringing them over along with some salt and limes. You eyed Eddie, stopping his hands as he reached for the shot, grabbing his wrist. “Lean over.” you smirk, his eyes lighting up with the same amount of mischief that yours held as he sat down on the stool, the group around you eying the couple as they started circling around you and another woman and her date who also had the same idea as you. You reached for the salt, on your tray, giggling as you and the woman next to you tapped the little glass shakers before turning to your respective men.

Eddie placed the small slice of lime between his teeth, leaning over so you had a clear view of his long neck. You swore you could moan, always loving the way Eddie looked with his head thrown back, his jaw and throat on full display for your eyes. You tilt the salt shaker over his throat watching a small sprinkle fall onto his slightly protruding Adam's apple.  Eddie smirked, feeling your hand and body’s weight rest lightly on his knee before you disappeared under his chin, his skin feeling the seductive way you licked a thick stripe up his throat. You bring the shot to your lips before downing it and closing the gap between you and Eddie, your tongue sneaking into his mouth to suck the lime off him. The group around you erupts in cheers and clanks as they wait expectantly, knowing it’s your turn.

Eddie doesn’t let you move, instead grabbing your waist and allowing you to hop right on his lap, your legs dangling off his thigh. He grabs the salt from your hands, looking down at your shirt and letting you pull it down to expose your cleavage. The salt granules almost tickle as they hit your skin, but the feeling is quickly replaced by the feeling of Eddie’s tongue right between your tits, his hair tickling your jaw before he drinks off his own shot, groaning slightly as the liquid slithers down his throat. His lips meet yours, taking back the slice of lemon that you had taken from him just a minute ago, his fingers coming up to retrieve the tangy fruit from his mouth before he crashes his lips with yours. “Gotta go baby.” he mumbles, letting you off his lap before giving you another quick kiss, watching him as he saunters away and into the door that leads to the backstage area.

You make quick friends with the woman who had also participated in the body shots next to you, smiling as she introduced herself. “I’m Carly.” she shakes your hand, wiping the small amount of spit that had been placed on her breast with a napkin. “Y/N” you smile, reaching for some peanuts to munch on while you wait for your boyfriend to get on stage. “That's your boy or a date. Mine was just a date.” she smiles, rolling her eyes slightly as she watches him congregate with a few guys. “2 years strong, he’s about to come on with his band.” you smile, watching as Carly lightly slaps your shoulder, wiggling her eyebrows with an impressed “Oooooh”.

Speak of the devil, the crowd cheers as Corroded Coffin enters the stage, and your eyes follow your man as Jeff introduces the band, quickly beginning an original song. You can’t help but get lost in the sounds coming from the speakers, the deep bass, booming drums, melodious guitars. Metal just always had an infinitely amazing way to really get a reaction from you. As you immerse yourself in the show you let yourself drift away from the atmosphere around you. So when your newfound friend rolls her eyes, you don’t notice. Not until she groans.

“What’s wrong?” you speak into her ear. She points you at a group of women standing around the center of the room, their bodies wearing enough clothes to cover probably enough so that they don’t end up arrested tonight. You didn’t really know what was wrong at first, surely they couldn’t do much trouble, it was just a little bunch of bimbos at the bar. “God I hate her.” she says, your eyes following hers to meet a blonde-ish woman, her hair frizzy with what you can only tell is an incredibly botched perm, her eyelids are heavy with sparkling makeup, lips holding an almost obnoxious sort of ruby red. “Who is she?” you ask, knowing there has to be at least some reason why your friend despises this woman. “Her name’s Hannah, total buzz kill. I mean don’t get me wrong I got nothing against groupies, but she just tries SO hard. I went to high school with her a few years back, she’s only like this cuz she used to get bullied. One too many surgeries later and now she starts something with at least a few band guys every time she sticks her nose where it doesn't belong.”

By the end of Carly’s speech you can now see why she would detest such a woman. You had noticed her only once before, when she very obviously threw herself at a passing band a few weeks back. Only a few people separate her and you. But you can’t keep your eyes on her long enough, because suddenly the song that had been playing ends, cheers crowd the room and you can hear the absolute beast of a drum solo that Gareth is currently playing, the lone sound of wood clashing against his drums, setting the entire bar into a rupture of absolute madness. You smile, watching your friend come to a slow end to his spotlight moment, finishing his part with a loud clang, and the snap of one of his sticks, half of which flies out into some place deep backstage. You can hear the guys laughing, and while Gareth fishes for another stick at his feet Eddie takes the mic, looking over the crowd and then smoothly finding his way back to you, enlightened that by this point in the gig you’re right at the foot of the stage, with your friend beaming up at him. But you notice Eddie is looking rather uncomfortable after he looks away from you, his laugh almost fake as he looks away from the crowd, his foot tapping lightly before he locks eyes with you again, the grin returning to his feautures. He steps towards his mic stand taking a deep breath

“This last song is a cover of Metallica, it’s called Phantom Lord and I dedicate it to a very special girl tonight, who helped me learn the song.” You think your ears are gonna bleed with how loud Carly alone is, smirking and hiding your lips behind your ring clad hand as a majority of the pit looks at you, cheering, whistling and calling out a few “yeahs” as Eddie and his band prep for this cover. Your mind travels to the night where you taught Eddie how to play Phantom Lord, the initial chords of the song hitting your ears as you hear him start to shred into the beat of Gareth's drums as the tune picks up. You remember both of you standing around his room, your purple warlock plugged into the amp as you played the first few seconds of the song.

Tonight Eddie is singing, his rough voice filling your ears as your mind eases into the memory of you laughing and jumping around as you slowly incorporate your own little touches to the song. Eddie hasn’t even gotten to the first line of the song before Carly nudges you, urging you to look to your right. Your blood boils, arms suddenly stiff as a board. Now you know why, even now Eddie looks uncomfortable. Your eyes meet the so-called Hannah’s figure, her eyes trying to lock with Eddie’s as he begins singing, his eyes closing to help him get lost in the lyrics, his hands doing the work over his strings almost mindlessly. Carly can tell you’re fuming, and rightfully so. The over exaggerated “moshing” gets to you because possessiveness is what drives you to protect your relationship. Eddie is yours.

Your eyes meet Eddie’s again, his own puppy-like eyes telling you to come forward. His singing stops, the beginning of the solo starting, your eyes recognizing what he has in mind. You can feel eyes burning into you, only smirking as you notice a cloud of burnt blonde hair killing you with her eyes. But it doesn't matter, you place your hands at the foot of the stage, the solo suddenly strums into its slow paced progression, and Eddie kneels towards you. The entire crowd’s eyes are now set on the lanky guitarist.

His lips meet yours, tongues swiftly interlocking as he starts strumming the repetitive slowness of this part of the solo. His lips make you drunk, the same chord progression fill in your ears as the crowd absolutely loses their fucking minds. It’s quite the show, the guitarist making out with his girlfriend while playing an almost romantic part of such a badass song. But you quickly pull away, knowing that after the 30 second interlude of soft tunes, the solo picks up wildly. Your throat is almost sore as you yell, jumping in with the crowd and starting to lose your cool with the song. Carly jumps in with you, Eddie’s voice picks up as you and your friend hold hands, feet stomping to Corroded Coffin's version of Phantom Lord. Slowing down as Eddie’s raspy yell fills the space, signifying the end of the song as he and Gareth simultaneously end the song, you and your friend start to calm down.

It happens fast, a small bump of the shoulder mid hop makes Carly lose her balance on her spiky heels, and in your haste to straighten her out, you catch a shrill yell and cold liquid splashing at your feet.

“What the FUCK.” you squint, shoulders meeting your ears. You turn, the same woman from before is looking at you like a rabid bitch, hands raised and her right heel glistening with what smells like a shot of tequila. The band doesn’t leave, the growing circle in the mosh pit catching their eyes. Eddie spots you, front and center. “Are you fucking stupid. You just spilled my drink.” the tone of annoyingly angry yells start your blood up. Everyone’s looking, you have to chase your coolness unless you want to make a scene. “Jeez Hannah, it’s a fucking shot, just get whatever guy youre letting hit tonight to buy you a new one.” You try to stifle your laughter, Carly’s voice speaks from behind you as small laughs fill the room. “Who the fuck do you think you are laughing at me bitch.” You feel a shove at your shoulder, “ooh’s filling the bar as you suck on your teeth. You don’t know it, but Eddie had hopped off the stage, trying to get closer to you, his own heart speeding up as he watched the foreign hand land on your shoulder.

“Dont. Fucking. Touch me.” you spit, stepping right into the groupie’s face, feeling your temper hit its limit. This chick was already on your bad list for trying to catch Eddie’s attention, and if she kept going you were truly going to go ape shit. “Babe, calm down.” Eddie speaks into your ear. Eddie can only do so much, knowing how physical you get once you’re thrown off the edge. In its own way, he’s protecting the woman in front of you. But he can’t help someone who doesn’t want help, especially not when that someone starts laughing in your face. “Yeah bitch, calm down or you’re leaving with a busted face and no boyfriend.”

She can’t even wink at Eddie before fists are flying her way. Eddie knew he should’ve held on to you instead of just placing a flimsy hold on you. Your body slips easily from his grasp as you lunge at the girl, toppling her over and wasting no time in stradling her. Ruckus breaks out, as her friends try to free their minion from your grasp, Eddie’s arm wrapping around your waist. In the back of your mind you groan, knowing that once you calmed down you’d regret everything. Anger was your own special weakness, something that you never learned how to fully control. Unfortunately for you this is how you ended up in situations like the one your boyfriend was currently trying to rid you from. Eyes wide, first mercilessly pounding on Hannah’s face, blood seeping from her mouth and nose.

“Calm down! You got her babe you got her!” The crowd widens as Eddie and Jeff manage to pull you off the now weeping woman, her friends hurriedly tugging her along and out of the bar to the best of their ability. It takes a second for your eyes to fully clear up, raging cloudiness seeping out of your eyes as Eddie holds you close to him, his heart pounding out of his chest and right against your back. Jeff stands before you, arms held out, his eyes are wide as he stares at you, trying to find his friend behind all the frustration and violence that you just exhibited. “You're good man. You got the btich, you’re good” he sighs, slowly bringing his arm down, and patting your shoulder with the other one. The bar is eerily silent, an awkwardness that’s broken by a smirking Gareth right at the center of the stage. “THAT'S how you end Corroded Coffin with a bang.” he laughs into the mic, people around you cheering and he bar filling up with little shot glasses.

Carly follows Eddie as he pushes past the crowd of shoulder and back pats, leading you to the backstage where a waitress has a damp cloth, one that she hands Eddie and smiles at you softly. You’re silent, not knowing if you want to cry, or shout, or laugh or maybe just disappear. It’s been a while since you let go like that, bat shit crazy swinging, having to be pulled off by two grown dudes. Regret started to seep its way into your heart the way you knew it would. She was defenseless against you, like a growling lion bouncing on a baby deer.

“Look at me baby.” Eddie’s pretty little doe eyes meet yours, a relaxed smile playing at his face. “It’s okay. I know you feel bad but she was testing you.” he said. Carly chimed in, “Yeah, trust me she would’ve done much worse. She thinks she’s on top of the world, it’s about time someone knocked her down a few hundred steps.” she laughs, placing the damp cloth on your hand, wiping away the small traces of crimson maroon that dot your knuckles, a few sections on the skin split.

“Ow.” you say, no emotion in your voice which almost sounds like sarcasm. “I just…Eds you know how much I hate losing my cool.” you sigh, turning to bury your face between his shoulder as you wince a bit more, the adrenaline slowly retracting and leaving you tired and exhausted. “Look at it from the bright side baby, you’re like my knight in shining armor. Plus you can’t say that solo bit wasn’t like…completely hot.” his laugh along with Carly’s draw a small smirk from your lips. “Yeah…it was, wasn’t it.”

I could NOT help myself. I was playing Phantom Lord the other day and accidentally kept playing the slow part of Kirk’s solo and it just got me thinking man. If i ever had the opportunity to do that, I WOULD.

7-12-22

[unluckyhoneybee]

Thirsty Thursday: Pierre thinking you’re a super shy we’ll behaved girl. Until the team go out drinking, you agree for him to lick the salt off your neck to do a tequila shot. He tell you it’s your turn so you do one off him but can’t find the lime until he shows you it’s in his mouth. Quick make out to get it but just when it starts to get hot and heavy you pull away with the lime, wink and then leave.

Thirsty Thursday

This drove me insane.

Pierre is obsessed with you because you seem like this sweet and shy girl, always discreet. When they tell him you are going too, he is excited. He is decided to flirt with you. He wants to see you blush.

But then he sees you arrive, all beautiful in a dress that goes perfectly with you and he almost faints.

Then they order shots and he gives it a first try.

"Hey, take one with me"

You smile at him. You are blushing and he feels proud.

"Okay"

"But..."

"But what?"

You see something wild on his eyes.

"Let me take the salt from you"

You blush even more, but see what he is trying to do. So you nod and show him your neck. He pours some salt on your neck and cups your chin. Then leans and runs his tongue over your skin. He takes the shot and then the lime, a drop falling from the corner of his mouth. He looks down at you and smiles.

"Your turn, lady"

You smile. Your neck is still wet from his tongue when you take the salt. You take the shot and look for the lime. When you look up, he is smiling, the lime between his lips.

He thinks he got you. That you are going to back up. But instead, you grab the back of his neck and crash your mouths, heavily making out with him. It gets steamy, he grabs your hips but you pull away. You show him the lime on your mouth and wink at him. Then you turn and leave.

He is panting watching you walk away and thinking about how the fuck he is going to keep up with you because you are not as shy and innocent as he thought you would be.