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[kaira-diaries]

One More Night:

Note: one shot is also available on Wattpad under my account Kairadiaries for those who prefer it.

Warning: violence / character death / blood / gun use / bullet wounds / language

Pair: javi x f!character

Summary: you're hired for a job at the embassy with Javi, but make one life threatening mistake.

••••

"I think..I think he's dead."

"You think?" Javier scowled with a tilted head and furrowed brows.

You made a massive fuck up.

You were supposed to interview the guy. Gacha, you think was his name, use your trust worthy interview voice with a pen and paper copying everything down. Keep it low key, beat around the bush and read from the card of questions the ambassador approved. But no. No. You knew you blew it once the man perked up in his seat. You asked your own unapproved question, must have been a little too specific, considering the man threw himself from the balcony, punching a dent into the hood of Javier's truck.

You observed the body in silence, unsure of what to say to Javier. You only shy away from him and his intimidating demeanor. You'd never get used to it that's for sure. Though, right now what you're worried about was the ambassador. Javier had stuck his neck out for you and argued with the woman to give this opportunity to you. You were a newly surfaced interviewer, unseen and unknown. He'd insisted on using you and it was a foolproof plan until you blew it.

"We are so fucked." Javier raised his voice, rolling the disfigured body on its back. The sound of broken glass made your face scrunch up as tears threatened to fall.

"We're going to have to call for back up, and inform the ambassador."

"What – what will she do?" Jav couldn't tear his eyes from the body and it's disturbing angle.

"Who knows, y/n. We'll be in the doghouse that's for fucking sure. All I asked was for you to follow the questions, the approved questions." That's when he ripped his eyes from the body, glaring at you.

"I – I..I'm sorry." You whispered as your cheeks began to salt with tears. He only shook his head, instructing you to divert the crowd of civilians that amassed on the sidewalk, while he made a few phone calls.

The heat on its own weighed you down, though you found it strenuous to breathe from the massive blame pressing against your shoulders.

____

"Does someone want to tell me what the fuck happened?" You had almost jumped. The walls rattled from her anger. Javi hadn't looked at you once since you both returned. He sat beside you, playing with the flawed fabric of his tie. Forgiveness wouldn't be in the cards for you if he lost his job.

"Well?" She urged.

"I-I just wanted to do what was asked. I never meant for this to happen. I'm sorry."

"We run this Embassy on a tight leash, y/n. We are being scrutinized, not only by Escobar, but the entire country itself. Our missteps affect us all, and many are interested to see just how far we'll go to get to the other side of this case and today will reflect incredibly poorly on us. Gacha? Off fucking limits in the cartel. In any other circumstance this would be a break through, but right now? Not. Fucking. Good. For any of us. Through the public eye this will be an onslaught or organized trickery on an innocent man."

The ambassador takes a seat, fingers massaging the exhaustion in her eyes. " Y/n what were you thinking?"

Your cheeks are feverish, "I don't know." You admit. You intend to speak out more, but your tongue is frozen, and Javi chimes in. "So what do we do, what's the plan here?"

"We do nothing, agent. We leave it in the hands of the narcos. As far as the public is concerned, the man was indeed innocent, with no ties to the cartel. Just a rich investor. If Escobar makes a move, we'll be free to hit him again. As for the innocent man that will be entirely unlike."

You sit motionlessly, head down, and out of the conversation.

The Ambassador blows out a breath of air as if it was the first time she's breathed over the course of this conversation. "Every agent will be on alert. An order should be released later today. In the meantime, you should head home before I change my mind about holding onto your badges for a little while. Lock down your apartment, close all the shades, and keep the lights off. Hell, book a hotel room if you want, either way, I'll send some men to keep a close perimeter. Just take the rest of the week off."

"What about Murphy?" Javi's partner, of course. The two are inseparable. A true brotherly relationship.

"He'll be just fine in his own. Paperwork shouldn't be a burden for him. Your main concern is keeping y/n out of sight. Your door could be beaten down at any instant with the flash of a gun barrel to her head."

You should be worried about that last part, except a kick of relief washes through you at the fact that Murphy, on his own, would be safe for the rest of this week.

You take this opportunity of silence to pull out your recorder and notepad from the interview, placing it on the wooden desk. You drop your wrists quickly, hoping to hide their tremor. "From the interview," you mumbled as she grabs both, flipping through your pages.

"You're dismissed," she answers, speaking to both of you, eyes still glued to the ink.

____

"I should have never brought you into this." Javier shares. The car ride home had been silent, until now, with twenty minutes still to go.

"It's not like I meant to, Javier. Surely you know that?" He lights a cigarette, steering the car with his knee for a moment or two. You always hated that.

"Of course, I know that. I'm not.. angry with you, y/n." He says, cigarette between his teeth.

"Right." You lean on your elbow, staring out the car window. You don't believe him, not with the way he reacted this morning. Though, you think on how else he could react. Give you comfort? Reassuring words, cooing that it's not your fault? No. Javier wouldn't. Not with something that was this important because it is your fault.

"I mean I was, but.." he pauses. You feel his gaze before a warm palm squeezes the pillowy flesh of your thigh. "Hey," he calls. You turn, drawn to the delightful change in his voice, and the scent of his cigarette. "I was angry, of course, I was. But I understand, y/n. You saw an opportunity to get more Intel, even if it was premature. It doesn't matter because you were thinking like me."

You could see the warmth radiating from his brown eyes. The aviators are unable to neutralize such fervency. You nod at him, sliding your hand onto his, locking it against your thigh.

"I mean, did we nearly lose our jobs? Probably. Are you number one on Escobars kill list? Probably. Is it my fault? Probably." He shrugs, taking a puff from his cigarette.

"I'm the one that fucked up, not you? You stuck your neck out for me, got me a job at the embassy and I just...I fucked up." You couldn't think of any other way to put it. You fucked up. It's as simple as that. You wouldn't allow Javi to to blame himself.

"Okay, well how about we don't play the finger pointing game and just eat some dinner, yeah?"

Javier pulls the car into a concealed parking spot, different from your usual spot. He grabbed your bag from the backseat, stepping out the car and circling to the other side to you.

It, for some reason, brought you back.

You thought of the night you met Javi. It was a nice dinner, your friend Connie, Steve's wife, had invited you. You sat across from her, Steve sat beside her, and Javier was in the chair next to you, absolutely grilling you. You couldn't remember quite what it was about, but you remember the wrath you felt. Vexation was clearly his strong suit. You couldn't tell if he was being playful or straight up just being a dick. Either way, you had a bad taste in your mouth after being around him.

It was almost enough to keep you from learning just how creative and brave he was.

Steve had eventually told you the stories of how vigorous his plans were.

Raids we're successful because of Javi and its what makes him one of the best in the embassy to this day.

You couldn't help but ask yourself ..

Did you ruin that?

Make him look like a fool in love? Make him look soft?

A large hand waved in your face. "Where'd you go, huh?"

You blinked twice, eyes back in focus, finding his focusing back on you.

"Just lost in thought, I guess." You tucked a red wavy strand of hair behind your ear and he leans in giving you a sweet kiss, helping you out of the truck.

____

"Do you have any sevens?"

"Go fish, pretty girl."

It was past midnight in Colombia, yet the streets were loud with pride.

Javier and you downed a bottle of wine and a box of cookies baked and gifted to you from Connie. You made an effort to sleep after dinner, was even enticed by Javi, but your mind was too loud and your bed was frigid. A little too cold to be ordinary. It was a bizarre feeling and awfully foreign, leaving you with an uneasy sensation. Javi sensed it of course, and toted you off into to the living room, making sure to gather his fortuitous deck of playing cards and the bottle of red wine that was currently hollow. He even found blankets and gave his word to stay up and play cards until you were exhausted.

You whined, snatching yet another card. Who knew Javi would beat you at a damned child's game. He had a pompous smirk on his face while observing you.

You merely giggled as your cheeks reddened with color from his watch.

You worshiped witnessing Javi like this. So..homely. His hair is unkept and fluffy, a remarkable compliment to his brown eyes. He wore a black nightshirt and pajama pants. He was soothed, and his guard was down. His customary harsh and strong-arm articulation, reduced to a delicate sculpture. You could just paint the breathtaking portrait in your head; a life with Javier, a family with him. It was a beautiful romance and one that'd be ultimately conceivable.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" He says.

You smile, "Just lost in thought." You answer. His lips stretch into a sweet smile. One of the great secrets of Javier Peña; his striking smile.

"Do you remember, back in Texas last year when we were having dinner with my mother?"

He nods. "On her farm, right? The Fourth of July?"

"Yes. And she wouldn't be quiet about the nights her and I spent together, playing cards and drinking chocolate milk." You giggle at the thought. "I don't think I understood what it meant for her until now. I mean, I was just a kid and was happy to be there with her, but she needed it. A time to just get away from what troubled her. To get away from her mistakes and be with somebody she cherished." You glanced at Javier.

"I thought this would be a promising diversion. We both made mistakes today and I just, I didn't want you to crumble. I'm so sorry, y/n for dragging you into this mess. I wasn't thinking like I should have. I knew the risks, and.."

"No no no, this was my decision." You grab his jaw and draw his gaze back to yours. "My choice. Okay? I'm the one, that after two years of watching you work, disobeyed direct orders. I should have been smarter than I was." His eyes are unsure but yours are opposing. Your strong gaze turns to mush, knowing he'd never be okay with this. Instead of words, you just lean in communicating with a kiss.

It's strange to you how much a person can enable you to forget your troubles. You were caught in this endearing moment with him and obviously, he was too, because once an intense grief, scalding and unbearable, shot through your shoulder, a flip had quickly switched in Javier's expression as he pulled back and it terrified you.

Really terrified you.

Everything, from that moment on, began to move fast.

I guess that's what happens when you're about to possibly die.

You remember the blood pouring from your shoulder, keeling over onto the floor in agony. Javier's eyes are in an unreachable rage and sorrow as he grabs you as gently as possible, pulling you behind the couch. Your body was in shock, the bullet surely hitting something essential in your shoulder from the portion of blood you were losing. Javier, shifting you so your back is to him examines for an exit wound. You barely hear the agonizing scream you release. "I know, pretty girl, I know!"He enunciated. Finding exactly what he was looking for, Javi fit your head in his lap. It was evident there was nowhere else to go unless we both wanted to be punctured with bullets. As the bullets continued to fly, each bang deafening you by the second, Javier moved fast, grabbing his gun from the coffee table. You dared to look down, finding Javiers blood-stained shirt, finding your wound and it's a gruesome attribute.

With mastery, he aims with unstable hands up over the couch directly into enemies' sight. Speaking of sight, yours begins to spin, and you sense the loss of strength in your limbs as you pull at his shirt, giving into the darkness.

In your unconscious state, Jav had run out of bullets quicker than you could even speak the word. After all it was just him against a crew of men that had a hell of a lot more cover and yet a handful were put down with ease. It's then that the ambassador's men show, along with Steve. Connie sprints to your side and remains there. With both Javier and Connie keeping pressure on your wound they bitterly waited for a medic.

Javier hadn't known what to do.

So he pleaded.

Not only to you but to the gods above for another day with you, another night with you. He had implored, with your blood on his hands and shirt. He had prayed for one more night, knowing damn well he wouldn't get one as you took your final breath leaving him with a shattered universe and an immense arch of vindication.

#pedro pascal #javier peña #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena narcos #javier pena fic #narcos #fluff and smutt #fanfic #agent peña #agent murphy #angst #loss of a loved one #character death #orginal character

[heynikkiyousofine]

12 Days of Smutmas: InuKag Edition

 On the Fifth Day of Smutmas, My True Love Gave to Me: Five Hours of Fake Dating

Why am I so nervous? This is Inuyasha we’re talking about. He’s agreed to go with me, do the whole acting gig, and still be friends. She had to remind herself of this at least three times in the last ten minutes while she stood in front of the mirror and smoothed out the nonexistent wrinkles of her forest green dress. Her infuriatingly hot neighbor, the same man she had been secretly crushing on since he moved in a year ago, had agreed to be her fake boyfriend for a holiday work party. This worked out perfectly for her, so she wouldn’t have to deal with her overbearing coworker who couldn’t seem to take no for an answer and would get the chance to spend time with said neighbor.

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[clutterclownstories]

🎈 Requests Closed! 🎈

What I do write:

- Gay, MLM, NBLNB, or NBLM only

-X Cis Male Reader

-X FTM Male Reader

-X NB / Gender neutral Reader

I WILL NOT write for x fem aligned

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Sanemi Shinazugaws

Open to more requests!

-COD

Simon “Ghost” riley

John Price

John “Soap” Mactavish

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

I can write for tons of characters, so even if someone isn’t on the list feel free to request! I may not know who they are, but I’ll do my best!

Things I WILL write:

-Smut (18+ CHARACTERS ONLY)

BDSM

(Aka Open to writing most kinks that I’m comfortable with.)

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Comfortable with writing SH recovery, Mentions of past abuse, or past attempts of suicide. I’m also open to writing mentions of Homophobia or Transphobia (like bullying n’ stuff.)

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I am disabled and have extreme fatigue, so sometimes my posting may come to a halt, but right now, I’m going to try to get out a few stories this week (if I get requests). I am also working on a slightly longer story so that’s exciting!

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[storywriter12]

Thinking about doing a Rick grimes x negan story where negan is homeless because he came out gay and ran away from home and he is looking for a flat but can't afford one so simon tells him that some people want a house mate so he goes for that and sees Rick and is like wow what a guy😍🥵 do you think is a good idea?

#wattpad #fanfic #the walking dead #negan x rick #rick grimes #negan smith #daryl dixon #carol peletier #michonne #twd simon #glenn rhee #maggie rhee #twd shane #lori grimes #gay #gay couple #cute guys #fluff and smutt

[daphnejane]

Happy early Valentine’s Day! I wrote a little fluff and smut piece to go with my Lightning Strike series. Hope you enjoy!

Rated E.

Snippet!

Penelope pushed open the door to her Battersea flat—and froze. The entry table held a large bouquet of red roses. She caressed a silky petal while kicking off her shoes, lips curling upward. A metallic clatter emanated from the kitchen, followed by a loud curse.

“Col?” She dropped her keys next to the vase and stepped further into the apartment. “Everything all—” Flowers. Everywhere. On the dining table, the coffee table, end tables, worktop. Every available space was covered in flowers. “—right?”

Penelope looked around in wonder, a riot of color meeting her eye no matter which way she turned.

“I couldn’t decide,” Colin said behind her. “So I bought them all.”

She turned to face him, jaw hanging loose. He stepped cautiously toward her, as though she were a horse that might spook. She tried to say something, but no sound came out. Finally, he was close enough to take up her hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. A gentle tug, and she moved toward him, rewarded with an arm around her waist and a sweet kiss on her lips. The warmth of his body seemed to loosen her tongue.

“All of them?” she finally managed.

“Er, yes.” His chin dipped in a nod. “First, I bought the red roses. Classic, right?”

Pen nodded dumbly.

“Cliche, more like. So then I got the pink ones. But then I worried pink wasn’t romantic enough. So then I bought the mixed bouquet. But then I thought, are roses altogether too cliche? That’s when I bought the ranunculus. But do they look too much like roses? I certainly can’t tell them apart. So I bought lilies.”

Her eyes roved around the room, picking out each bouquet as he named it. Orchids and tulips and daisies and irises, in a variety of colors and combinations. She even noticed a few teddy bears scattered among the chaos.

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[angelwithblackwings]

Heartbreak

Ink sat outside the kings step, contemplating telling Serena of Ezekiel's heartbreak. Serena herself had loved Shiva dearly, always sneaking into her cage despite his obvious warnings.

Shiva had a bond with Serena, the same bond she had with Ezekiel. With a sigh, Ink stood, watching as Serena walked through the gates with a smile on her face. Ink walked over and instantly Serena hugged him and giggled.

"Hi Ink, I got some supplies for King." Ink winced slightly before placing a hand on her face.

"Sweetheart, I need you to listen carefully..." He said, watching Serena's eyes filled with worry. "I-Ink...?" Ink took her hands. "The king lost his tigar today-"

Serena's eyes widened, "Shiva's dead!?" She blurted out, tears filling her eyes. "Is Ezekiel okay!?" She began to panic and Ink was quick to calm her down. "The king is okay...physically that is." Serena didn't stay to listen to her friend's words as she pushed past him.

She ran to the throne room, wanting to see her friend. She ran inside, freezing as her eyes laid upon Ezekiel.

His head rested on his hand, Shiva's collar hung loosely in his other hand.

She calmed herself before walking over to him quietly.

She placed a hand on his arm, finally getting his attention. "Ezekiel...Ink told me what happened...to you, to Shiva..." Ezekiel said nothing, only stared ahead blankly.

For a moment they were silent, until Ezekiel spoke. "I am no king..." He spoke softly. "You're right, you're not a king. You never were a king." He looked up at her with a look of confusion. He opened his mouth to talk but she cut him off.

"But you are something greater. You helped people gain faith, you helped them live on. They were the one who called you king..."

She knelt, smiling up at him softly.

"You are not a king...but you are an amazing leader...and right now? Right now your people need you. They need your reassurance, they need your smile."

Ezekiel paused, before a soft smile graced his lips. "So, what say you? King?"

#the walking dead #romance #creative writing #negan smith #king ezekiel #oc #fluff and smutt

[myfantasealife]

Kryptonite [NSFW] Kakashi x Fem!Reader

🥀You hate him, but you hate life without him more. What will you do when Kakashi Hatake reappears into your life?🥀

a/n: I wanted to experiment with some darker writing. This read has lots of angst and has some mention of abuse so please do not read if you aren't comfortable with those topics.

I was also thinking of adding on to this story so let me know what you guys think!

warnings: toxic love, some smut, angst, lots of angst, like seriously angsty as fuu, some mention of abuse, nipple sucking, biting, moaning, mdni

"I wish I never fucking met you!" I scream, launching my glass of wine across the room.

Kakashi ducked, letting it slam against the kitchen wall, shattering it into pieces. His eyebrows pulled together, glaring back into my teary eyes approaching me slowly.

"I fucking hate you!" He screams, placing his hand around my neck before slamming me back against the pantry door. His heavy breathing coaxed my skin while his eyes continued to pierce into mine.

"I have never met someone so unbearable, so lost, so... so-" he paused like he just realized what he was doing to me. His eyes widened. I felt his fingers loosening the grip he had around my neck, letting them fall to the side.

He wanted to hate me, to loathe me, but he couldn't. No matter what he tried, tears collected in the corner of his eyes as he watched me lose all the light I had in my eyes.

"Then why the fuck are you here? Why not go? Leave! I don't fucking care anymore!" I plead, feeling the pain in my raspy voice echo throughout my apartment, paralyzing him in place.

A ferocious scream expelled from the depths of his chest before slamming his hand back onto the pantry door, staring deeper into my broken soul. I felt the raging flames in his heart begin to settle when he exhaled deeply, turning himself away from me. My eyes stayed glued on him as he started pacing around my kitchen, rubbing his temples with the pads of his fingers.

This is exactly how I remembered it before. I haven't seen him in months. Even though we have been broken up for a while it was like we were right in the same place again, screaming at each other saying anything to make the other person hurt. But it couldn't be helped.

My heart yearned for Kakashi no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that he wasn't good for me. He was like oxygen to me. Filling me with life when he was around, but soon leaving me breathless when I was without him.

"I can't do that" he said quietly under his breath. He stood facing away from me, refusing to let me see the desperation in his eyes. He always tried to hide his feelings but I knew he cared for me. I knew there was a place he had reserved for me in his heart. A place that he hasn't touched in months.

"You cant do that? You've done it before. What's the difference?!" I could feel the rage I had in my heart thicken while I glared at the back of his unruly silver head.

"I love you..." he mumbled under his breath. "thats why I cant leave."

The blood in my veins begin to boil, ripping through each cell in my body. Pain filled in every inch, overflowing out of my mouth as a chuckle escaped my lips.

"You love me?" I scoffed, letting my hand rub the burning pain I felt around my neck. "You never fucking loved me."

In an instance he turned back to me, planting his palms inches from my head making impact with the pantry door again. Tears started flowing from my eyes like a stream, looking up to the sharp features of his face as he tries to withhold the anger within himself.

"Please... I'm- I'm so sorry y/n..." A tear fell from his eyes onto my cheek like a drop of rain. His silver strands dangled over me, swaying as his muffled breath seeped from the top of his mask.

The silence between us became unbearable. It felt like a thousand needles were piercing themselves into my skin. My mind wandered carelessly, not knowing if I wanted to kiss him or slap him. Almost like the strings in my heart were being tugged in all sorts of directions.

I'm sorry became a phrase I heard too often from his lips. Every one being empty in meaning. But regardless of how much I knew those words meant nothing to him, I forgave him. Every fucking time.

I couldn't do it anymore.

"I don't believe you" I said shakily, clenching my fist like it was holding on to the only string of sanity I had left. I could feel the pieces in my heart break apart like the shattered glass on the floor.

There was nothing more that I wanted than to forgive him and forget all of the pain that lingered in my heart. I became so good at burying it so deep inside that I could almost convince myself it never happened, but over time those roots began to grow, conquering every inch of my life. It felt like I was reaching for a piece of hot coal from a fire, expecting it to burn less every time I tried to pick it up.

My hands grasp onto his collar before pushing him away from me and storming pass him. I didn't make it far before I felt his hand grab onto my wrist, yanking me back towards him. His other hand wrapped around my waist pulling me in closer, letting my heart rest on his chest.

He stayed silent, closing his eyes while his forehead rested against mine. I felt his eyebrows pulled together, as if they were trying to catch any thought he had in his mind to form into words to say.

But he couldn't.

All I could feel was the pain and despair that laid behind those lips.

"Just as I thought." I said under my breath, pushing him away from me again. His tense shoulders slumped over him in defeat, letting his heavy bones paralyze him. I've never seen him give up so easily. He couldnt process anything besides the sounds of my feet tapping against the tile floor as I walk to a drawer in my kitchen, sliding it open to rummage inside.

Kakashi's eyes still couldn't meet mine. His face stayed planted towards the floor, letting the tears in his eyes fall freely to his feet. Seeing him in pain was something that always made my stomach curl into knots. I loved him, I didn't want to be the one to break his heart. But it was my turn to be on the other side. It was my turn to be the one that inflicted the pain. It was miserable. I couldn't help but wonder how he was able to do that to me so many times before.

The rustling noise from my hand stopped, pulling out a diamond ring before slamming it down on top of the counter. It had a small stone with our initials engraved onto the inside of the skinny gold band.

"Take this with you" I demanded with a broken voice. His eyes peeled from the floor to the ring on the counter, exhaling deeply before looking back up to me. I could see the pain physically start to break him like the branches that fell from a tree. It hurt me to watch. I felt like I couldn't breath.

The ring brought back so many memories. Ones that I wished I could live in forever. Remembering the nights he spent in between my legs, making me moan his name while my fingers combed through the locks of his silver hair. Or how I would jump in the bath with him after his missions, taking care of the scrapes and bruises he had patterned all over his body. Even remembering the times he was able to fall asleep because I was there with him, glued onto his chest.

Those memories replayed so vividly in my head. It was perfect. So why? Why couldn't he see that before? I wanted to cry even more but I physically couldn't. Just looking at him was exhausting.

"Don't do this..." He pleaded, glaring into my somber eyes. Silence coated the room, leaving nothing but the sniffling sound of my nose as I try to catch my breath.

He approached me again until his chest was hovering over my forehead. I look away quickly to avoid the eyes I could get lost behind so easily. His breath was touching the top of my head as his hand softly placed itself on my cheek.

"I still want to marry you." He said quietly into my ear before lifting my chin up to face him.

Rage broke through every last barrier I had in my heart as I smack his hand away from my face. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, and I wanted to punch him in the face for repeating those words to me.

A monster was brewing inside me, and all I wanted to do was unleash it onto Kakashi. My eyebrows pull together, glaring at him with such animosity and hatred. Regardless of what intimidating look I tried to give him, his eyes stayed with mine. Almost like he wanted to feel every ounce of pain I had in my heart. Like he wanted to fight the monster he created.

"I am not falling for that anymore Kakashi," I place the ring in his palm, never losing sight of his broken eyes. "No matter what you say, I still don't believe you."

Once those words left my mouth it was like I took the last bit of oxygen he had left in his lungs. He began to weep, falling to his knees in front of me as he held onto my wrists.

It reminded me of the times I pleaded for him, begging him to love me the way I loved him. I would scream, cry, do anything in the world to keep him with me but he always left, leaving me alone in the void of my mind.

"Please! I need you!" He screamed, letting his cries grow heavier.

"You need me? Where were you when I needed you?! I'm done Kakashi" I scoffed, glaring down to his head as he pressed his forehead against my thighs. "How could you look me in my eyes and tell me you still want to marry me? How could you continue to lie to my face after all the things you put me through."

"It was a mistake... I-I swear." He said softly, breathing heavily around my thighs.

"A mistake?! Kakashi you left me at the altar the day we were going to get married. I waited for you at the foot of the chapel the whole night until the sun came up the following day, just hoping that you would come to your senses. But you never did. And if that wasn't enough, I went back to that chapel everyday for a week and waited for you in the same white dress." My voice cracked remembering all of the hurt all over again.

"People ridiculed me, they tried to convince me that I was a fool. But I loved you so much that I chose to ignore them and stand up for you, protecting you from the shame people wanted you to feel. Until the very last second I fought for you. Even when I caught you plunged deep inside some fucking whore, I begged you to stop. I begged you to come back to me. But you laughed in my face before you pushed me out of your apartment, slamming your door in my face."

The silence in the room felt like it was screaming. His guilt was eating him alive preventing him from forming any type of thought.

"I had to watch the person I loved the most erase me from their life and pretend that everything we built together was a lie." my voice continued to weaken as the pain infiltrated every inch of my chest. "All of it wasn't a mistake Kakashi... It was a choice."

His puffy red eyes peered up to mine, desperately looking for any sign of sympathy. His heart was rattling in his chest, trying to find the right words to say to me.

"I was scared y/n. I was scared that if you got too close that you would end up hurt just like everyone else I lost in my life. I was trying to protect you-"

I didnt even let him finish before I pulled him off of me. My raging eyes glaring down to him as I crossed my arms. Even though I was infuriated, deep down I wanted to hold him and tell him that it was all going to be okay but I couldn't. I spent months trying to heal and build back my confidence, only for it to come crashing down the moment I saw him in my door way.

"You've always been scared Kakashi, I knew that about you way before we even said I love you. Even when you tried to push me away I was always there to catch the pieces and put them back together." I could see the muscles in his jaw tense at my words, letting his tears continue to fall from his eyes.

"Kakashi I know you regret everything. I know that you still feel the same pain I do. But I also know that you are only here to mend the ache you have in your heart, hoping that I can make it go away. But I can't do that. I am not that weak person anymore."

The anxiety built up in his chest, making him feel like he couldn't breath. The only sliver of hope he had fell apart in front of him, leaving his heavy heart to slip into the numbness of his mind.

It wasnt till I felt his grip tighten slightly that I realized how hard he was trying to make things right. He inhaled deeply, gathering all the strength he could before he continued.

"I know I hurt you in more ways than I could count. I know I am a shitty person. But I also know that somewhere deep in your heart you were hoping to see me again. Somewhere deep in your soul you knew that your heart belonged to me and that I belonged to you. Thats why you let me in, thats why you held onto the ring, thats why you're still here in front of me." His tone left me paralyzed, watching as he stood up from the floor.

His hand slowly began removing the mask from his face as he got closer. My eyes darted towards his lips, admiring them as they hover over my face. All I could think about was tasting them one more time. Tingles traveled all the way down my spine, filling my stomach with butterflies.

As much as I was trying to deny it, I knew he was right. I still love him. Even after spending months apart, I held onto his ring. His stupid ring that made me smile more than anything in this world. It was the only sign I received that proved his love was real for me, and I held onto it dearly.

His hand reached for my left hand, slowly lifting it up to his chest. His other hand slowly slid the ring back onto my finger before kissing the back of my hand.

I could feel my blood rushing to my cheeks when I saw the ring back on my finger. It almost felt as good as it did the first time. My heart began pounding out of my chest when my eyes lifted to meet his. He was still crying, but not from fear.

But from love.

" I fucking hate you" I wept holding onto his hand even tighter while I lean my head onto his chest. The beating of his heart echoed in my head, turning down the volume from all of my painful thoughts.

His arms wrapped around me bringing me closer as his lips planted firmly against the top of my head. I could hear him sigh in relief the moment he was able to hold me in his arms.

"I know, I hate me too. But I couldn't live with myself if I didn't try to fix the best thing that has ever happened to me." He peeled me away from his chest so that the only thing I could pay attention to was the yearning in his eyes. The corner of his lips curled, filling in the absence I felt inside my heart. "I love you, more than anything in this world. And I am so sorry it took me this long to figure it out. Even if you choose to never speak to me again just know I will fight for you everyday like you fought for me, even if it means I have to fight for the rest of my life."

He pulled me in to him, planting his soft lips onto mine. Fireworks ignited in my heart as the feeling of his tongue found its way into my mouth. My arms found refuge around his neck letting my fingers run though the locks of his hair.

Kissing him felt like home, something I haven't felt in a while. It was like a high that I never wanted to come down from.

His hands traveled from my waist to the the backs of my thighs, lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around him. I couldn't control myself. It was like everything melted way at the touch of his lips. Every part of my body ached for him. It felt like fire was burning in the pit of my stomach, burning away at the darkness that surrounded me when I couldn't be with him.

He placed me on top of the counter, letting his bulging erection rest between my legs. My hands curled at the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head before tossing it onto the floor. The pads of my fingers caressed his chest, feeling the warmth that radiated from his skin.

Our mouths kept dancing with one another, letting the music from our lips play throughout the room. The tension between us kept heating up, making him rip my shirt off of my body to further press his chest against mine. My breast bulge out of the cups of my bra, hardening the erection he had between my legs.

His lips grazed my face until they met the nape of my neck. His teeth bite on me softly before sucking on my skin. I could feel my walls tighten, like they were desperate to feel him inside. A moan escaped from my tongue causing the corner of his lips curl. It was like music to his ears.

It was a sound he could never get enough of. I know he has slept with plenty of women, but something about the way my lips would sing his name made him absolutely numb. Like he was getting high off of it.

His fingers slide under the straps of my bra, dropping them off of my shoulders. His teeth detached from my skin as his lips grazed down my chest. His right arm reached around to my back, unclasping my bra, watching it as it falls onto my lap. His lips wasted no time, finding their way to my nipples.

My toes curl the moment his teeth bite onto my sensitive bud, gasping from the vibrating wave of arousal that traveled down to my core. My back begins to arch, moaning again at his touch. He peered up to look at me, flashing a sinister smile I knew too well.

It was a smile that always led me into trouble. One that would always leave a scar on my heart. The memories start flooding back into my mind, remembering every time the same troubling smile left me vulnerable and weak. I pushed him away from me, bringing my bra back to my chest, looping the straps back over my shoulder.

How could I be so foolish?

"NO! I told you I am not weak anymore!" I shouted, jumping off the counter. "You can't do this to me any more! I deserve better!"

I bend down to reach for my shirt just before I tried to storm off. He caught me before I could, gripping me around my hips before pulling me back into him. His chest rested against my back making enough room for his erection to rest along my ass. I could feel the tension from his heated breath against my shoulder as his arms wrap tighter around my waist.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He whispered into my ear, letting the silence coat the room once more. "I'll stop. I'll do what ever you need me to do."

I stood in silence in his arms, letting his voice linger in my mind. The desperation in his voice was sincere, making my mind wander at a million miles per hour. He stayed there with me, just breathing in the sweet scent of my floral perfume. I could feel his heart beat against my back, increasing as each second passes by.

"I'm scared Kakashi." I whispered under my breath, looking down to my torn shirt.

He nuzzled his head into my neck as his arms gripped me tighter around my waist. I could feel a tear drip onto my back as he whispered "I know"

Truth be told he was scared too. Not because he was afraid I wouldn’t give him another chance, but because he was afraid he would hurt me all over again. It terrified him.

When Kakashi gets sucked into the infinite darkness that he has in his heart, he loses every sense of control. He starts to lose touch with others, binge on his bad habits, and overall drown in his own depths of hell. Over the years he grew to hate a lot of things but none of them compared to the hate he had for himself.

When he met me it all changed. The agony that haunted him for years disappeared the moment he found me in his arms. Like I was shielding him from the constant pain he felt stabbing through his heart. He felt warmth, comfort, and love.

It was terrifying. What would you do if everyone you ever loved fell to the same fate?

Death.

Sorrow.

Pain.

To him, loving me from far became the only option. He knew that the moment I was no longer able to breath that he would do anything to stop breathing too. He would slip into the darkness and let it control what ever it wanted. It was an unfathomable pain the he would never be able to overcome.

The silence was thick in the kitchen, standing there, letting our beating hearts melt in each others arms.

"Why did you do it?" I asked quietly, listening to his whimpering breath.

He took a long pause, letting his tears drip onto my back, squeezing me harder.

"When I left I thought I was doing the right thing. When things got dark I couldn't control myself and because of that I kept putting you through hell. I found myself lashing out at you and hurting you until you bled. It scared me. After that incident I was trying to find ways to end my life because I couldn't be the person to hurt you anymore. Yet through it all you still found the courage to love me. You were right when you said you deserve better than me." His hands turned me around to face him, watching the tears still fall from his eyes.

"But I was never able fully leave you. I never kept my eyes off of you. I would watch over you while you worked, while you slept, even when you went out with your friends. I was hoping that over time you would heal yourself and move on, but then I realized that it was me who had to heal."

He reached for my hands and raised them above his shoulder, pulling me in closer to his lips. My fingers find their home twirled around the locks of his silver hair. His bulge pressed firmly against my stomach while his hands held me in place.

"No matter what other men had to offer, I knew you were still looking for a piece of me in them."

Everything I did around him was instinctual. My nipples would harden at the sight of his smile, my pussy would throb when he licked those lips. Everything becomes hazy and the only thing I could think about his throbbing length filling me until I'm full.

His hand grasped onto to my hair, pulling it back until I am showing him my neck. I could feel my inner lips become wetter, dampening the center of my thong. I bite onto my bottom lip, electrifying the beast in him. He stared at my skin growing hungrier for the taste of my skin.

His soft kisses traveled from the nape of my neck to my earlobe, sucking on it softly sending goosebumps along my skin. He pulled back slightly with his lips hovering over my earlobe.

"Do you know how hard it was for me to watch you fuck these other men? Knowing that no one can make you feel the way I can. "

His hand slipped under my skirt causing me to gasp. His finger traveled up between my legs until it reached the hem of my underwear. He grazed his finger to the center of my clothes slit, feeling the pool of nectar collecting in my thong.

"I haven't even played with you yet and look at how wet you get for me."

I am whimpering at his touch, feeling myself get wetter by the second. I pullled him into me, letting my tongue slip passed his lips. Heat was traveling through my body at lightning speed, sending shockwaves of arousal to every cell in my body.

I felt the tips of his fingers grip onto me tighter as if he was afraid I would disappear. His groin growing stiffer ever second that he couldn't be inside me.

He moved his finger away from the crevice of my pussy and placed it back on my ass. I could feel him grip me softly when he bites down on my lower lips casing me to moan. My gaze came back to his lustful eyes, losing complete control of my body.

Everything cell in my body wanted to take on more. As much as I wanted to be strong for myself I was weak when it came to Kakashi. He was my kryptonite and I was his. We were like magnets.

Everybody hated that I was with him, but being without him was something that I hated even more. For others he is difficult to understand but for me he made sense. WE made sense.

"Kakashi-" I moaned, begging him to bend me over and fuck me until I could barely walk.

He smiled as he pressed against my lips, feeling his pre-cum coat the tip of his dick. His insatiable hunger for the warmth of my cunt woke up the beast inside him, lifting me up and slamming me back into the pantry door.

His hands reached under my skirt, pulling at the waistband of my thong. The muscles in his body begin to tense up like an animal that is ready to pounce on its prey, but he suddenly pulled himself away.

"I'm sorry," He quickly steps back scratching his scalp with the tips of his fingers. "I-I didnt mean-"

I quickly grab him by his collar, pulling him closer to my lips.

"I need you Kakashi"

His face flushed red, widening his eyes as he looks at his desperate ex. He smiled, wiping away some of the dried tears I have on my face. He lifted me up by my chin, pecking my on the lips before pulling away from me again.

"I promised you I wouldn't" His hands interlocked with my mine, staring passionately into my eyes. "Trust me I would love to feel you cum all over my dick, but you becoming my wife means so much more to me."

He leaned down and kissed me on my forehead before putting his shirt back on. My mouth stayed parted, taken back by Kakashi's actions as he prepares to walk out of the door.

He smiled at me again as he lifted his mask back over his nose. I could feel my cheeks blush, falling back in love with the man I needed the most. It was like a breath of fresh air.

"Kakashi!" I stopped him just before he stepped out of my doorway.

His gaze came back towards me causing my heart to explode out of my chest. I could tell that his eyes weren't as sad as they were before. They were glistening with joy listening to me singing his name.

"Come back to me, okay?" I asked him softly, feeling the butterflies travel to my throat.

His eyes widened with hope and excitement. Like no darkness existed in his heart anymore. Even through his mask I could see that he was smiling from ear to ear. It was enough to make me melt.

"I promise."

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[yuyuonabeat]

So this is just a bit off my TxT ff from Wattpad I’m working on. Wondering if I should start txt smutt or ff in here.

Warnings:flirting,txt hybrids,transgender and maybe some cursing.

Different species Different love ….by me

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Sypnosis: You’re part of TxTs friend group. You’re all in high school. You have a crush on your bff Beomgyu who is a bear. You’re a rabbit and your other bff is Yeonjun, a fox.

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Well at least I'm not alone. I enjoy Yeonjun-hyung's company. I am very aware about our friendship but gosh he's so pretty. I hope he's ok since he is also very damped from the rain.  Oh my.

I look over to Yeonjun -hyung as we walk toward the coffee shop we both work at so we don't get more soaked. As I look at him I notice his shirt is unbuttoned a bit. I quickly look away as I start feeling my cheeks go red. Why does the rain pouring down his silky skin have to make it so hot?

{Yeonjun} " Chae-chie are you alright? Are you cold?" He asks as he flashes me a sweet smile.

My gosh I wonder where he got that nickname from. It's cute ,too cute it makes me blush more. He looks at me as I don't give any response to his questions.

I'm fully red and, oh did I say that I'm extremely weak when around guys especially when they are this close to me? No? Oh then now you know. Why am I crushing on my bff who is like my second big brother!??

{Yeonjun} "Chae-yi-ul. Hey are you ok? If you're cold you can have my jacket. It's a little damped but it should be fine since your shirt is very see-through." He says as he stops talking while he looks at my chest through the shirt.

Oh gosh he always says my name like that when I don't answer him. Wait- did he just say my shirt is very see-through?!? Oh no. Does that mean he can see my scars??

//Authors Note//

Chaeyiul is a transgender male born female. Therefore by "scars" he means top surgery scars. 😊 just wanted to explain a little.

//End of Authors Note //

{Chaeyiul} "Oh I'm sorry I um. I just am a little flustered right now, I apologize for not answering your questions. I'm ok, sorry you had to see my scars thanks to this dumb shirt."

I apologized while he just stood there confused as he looked at my shirt over again.

{Yeonjun} "Scars? Chae-chie, What do you mean by that? I don't see scars, I can see your nipples but I- oh gosh I'm sorry. I shouldn't be looking and I shouldn't be talking like this. Please don't tell your brother Soobin or else I'm a dead Fox."

♡For context, Yeonjun and Chaeyiul have been friends for a very long time since middle school. The thing is Chaeyiul always looked very masculine even way before coming out as transgender. Therefore Yeonjun never knew about his transition, also because Chaeyiul has never told him due to insecurities and embarrassment. ♡

He looks away covering his face with his shyness. He then bows to me as he apologizes more.

As he bows I grab his arm to stop him from bowing since there was no need.

{Chaeyiul} "Yeonjun-hyung. It's ok. I told you there's no need to treat me formally, we've been friends for so long and it should be the other way around anyways. And also it's ok, I won't tell Soobin-hyung, don't worry. I think you should keep your jacket since you easily get very sick. Let me go in the coffee shop and ask for an umbrella. Stay here hyung."  I say as I smile and try to button his shirt since his chest was very much showing.

I went in the coffee shop and asked if anyone had an umbrella I could borrow.  A nice lady gave me one as I exchanged it with money so she could buy another one. "Thank you ma'am." I said to her.

I could see at the end hall of the coffee shop a few girls who looked like high schoooler's. I noticed they were silently screaming as I walked in the shop. Did a celebrity visit my workplace or did Yeonjun-hyung enter the shop and he is the reason for their fan girling? Yeonjun has always been "Mr.Hot Fox and popular all ladies want him" so I wouldn't be surprised if he was the reason for their screams.

I turn around about to exit the shop as I hear a male voice call my name.

"Chae-chie. Would you like a coffee to warm yourself?" It was Yeonjun offering me a warm drink.

As the girls saw him they start screaming and one stands up to ask him for a photo as the other just looks at me in disgust. Wait? A photo?! Didn't know Jun Noona was that popular.

"Oh my god. Yeonjun oppa can we have a photo together?" One of the girls said with glazed eyes and fuck me eyes. She was a ginger cat. They're known for being very flirty and dramatic.

I watch as their eyes go wide and sparkle. The cat hybrid even starter purring next to Yeonjun. Noona Jun looks at me and awkwardly smiles as he mumbles "sorry" to me.

I shrug it off and say "its ok. I'll wait outside." I put a smile and head out the shop.

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That’s all for now. Maybe I’ll update soon!😊😊

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[inuhalfdemon]

Dirty Dealings (20/21)

Word Count = 3,621 Words

Rating = Mature (SMUT + Violence)

Chapter 20: The Interim

“Ah…” She had teased him. “Can’t ruin that fragile reputation of yours. Don’t want the other evil and all-powerful Overlords of Hell thinking I’ve turned you into a has been….” - Adeline

35 days…that’s all that she had left

Adeline laid in bed; naked – wrapped in sheets and with Alastor’s arm lying draped across her stomach. She was awake, starring up at the ceiling and he was sleeping soundly beside her; stretched out on his belly; his head turned toward her – his face pressed against her ribcage. Without even realizing she was doing it; she stroked the base of his antlers; her fingers tracing up the small nubs of bone that were there and touching the sharp little points. He shifted and groaned in his sleep; pressing himself closer to her.

After their terms were made; he had politely offered her as much…privacy…as she desired. He was used to giving clients their….freedoms; the time they were left allotted should be spent in whatever ways they chose or wanted without his ever-looming presence casted over them. Adeline did not want that; his absence. If anything; she wanted his company…wanted him to stay with her…until the end. She couldn’t explain it to him, couldn’t understand it herself. She should hate him; now, more than ever. She should want nothing more to do with him until that last and final moment…but, she didn’t.

She was tired - if that was the right word for it.  She had lived for 102 years…70 of which she led without fear of dying; of becoming ill or severely injured. A lifetime of fighting to find herself; to find a way to survive and belong to a world that was made to forget her. Really; he had gave her everything she had asked of him – more even. A life of fulfillment. He certainly hadn’t made things easy for her…but she lived it just the same.  

She knew also, that she should be scared. A small part of her was…but, she more felt a calm acceptance. They both knew where this deal they had made meant; and she certainly had not forgotten. Perhaps, human souls simply were never meant to live so long and hers craved for its final release.

In the end; Alastor would be the only one to remember her; the only one who had truly known her. She had no comprehension as to how long his memory could trail back or to how long he could possibly end up wandering his realms before he found his final rest – if there even was one waiting for him; but she felt that it was far longer than any natural person could ever hope to be remembered. He would carry his memory of her with him and she would never be completely forgotten…another ironic twist to this elaborate fate they had made for themselves.

Sighing, Adeline released her thoughts – feeling the beginnings of the promise of sleep. Twisting and moving herself so that she was curled tightly into Alastor’s arms; she let this darkness take her.     

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Alastor couldn’t help but feel…fortuitous.

The few days he was apart from Adeline turned out to be highly productive for him. He tightened up all his loose ends that were required and in tracking down one of his most reliable of sources; here, on earth…he found not only more of the information pertaining to the Morningstars he was seeking; but was offered to make a deal that he was finding rather hard to refuse… He had been given time to weigh his options - consider the terms; offer a rebuttal or suggest adjustments to the agreement as needed – within reason - but, really… could he say ‘no’ to such a…rewarding…opportunity?

The most problematic element Alastor had in considering this new deal was in fact, his current on-going deal with Adeline. He had 30 years left on earth to address the matter of wrapping things up before the reaping ended but his new client required that he return to Hell much sooner than that. So when he found Adeline willing to agree to finally relinquish her soul to him; at the cost of one pitifully pathetic soul…he readily accepted.

Not that he truly believed she would follow-thru with her proposed terms. Really; the boy’s soul was as worthless as any soul could be. It held absolutely no potential; the young man actively was trying to end his own life the very night Alastor had found him; retching and dying in a dirty street gutter. Still, as Alastor had told Adeline, any soul was worth more to him than having nothing…so he cleaned the kid up; made him a deal and sent the young man off on his merry way like an animal being fattened for the slaughter. Surely; Adeline would see sense or get cold-feet with this new agreement of hers at some point. As it were; Alastor kept Henry’s soul in his possession – the agreement being that he release it on June 25th, 2020 – the day Adeline planned to give him her soul – willingly. The idea of it made him snort a laugh through his nose.

Still; if Adeline was considering this deal for Henry now – it left a door open to future possibilities. This new deal from this new client made to him did not require his involvement for another few years…he had time to work something out and regain his shadow but it would require the utmost…diligence. Now that he had nothing left in the remaining contracts he had left to close…his attention was fully on ending this deal he had made with Adeline.

Days passed and Alastor kept a close eye on Adeline’s moods by their connection. She was both relatively calm and relaxed; confirming it for him. No one faced destruction with such acceptance. He had anticipated their bed growing cold again; feeling her detach herself away from him out of resentment for this messy predicament he had placed her in. He was surprised to find that it was just the opposite; that she desired and wanted him more now ; both sexually and companionably. He couldn’t find the sense in it but neither could he find any complaints. Adeline and he had grown to know each other, and spending time with her; be it in bed or otherwise, was thoroughly enjoyable for him now. 

One evening, of the first week of June; an unseasonably chilling cold front moved in. Alastor and Adeline had sensuously entangled themselves among blankets they had pulled with them down onto the floor; beside the light of the fireplace.

Afterward; Adeline awoke; lying against Alastor – her back to his chest – as he laid stretched out behind her; literally playing with fire. He leaned propped up behind her; wrapped in the blankets and pressed close beside her. His arm and hand stretched out; a lick of vibrant green flames dancing in his palm. He starred at the flames moving in his hand; tilting it this way and that – he coaxed the green fire to dance across his skin: trailing across his fingers and knuckles in a beautiful movement. Adeline watched as he absently toyed with the flame; seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked him, softly.

“Heh,” He shifted behind her; he hadn’t realized that she was awake. “I’m not sure that I was…thinking of anything…dear Adeline.”

 Her eyes followed the green flame. Its glow contrasted brilliantly with the soft orange and yellow tones coming from the flames within her fireplace.

She watched it; thinking about how – with each passing day – she thought she could feel the unseen shackle and chain at her neck….tightening and growing heavier.

“Will it-“ She swallowed, and Alastor felt her growing nervousness. “Will it hurt? Will it hurt when…?” She released a shaky breath, then quietly. “Do you even know?”

“I’ll ensure that it won’t, dearest Adeline.” He promised her.

They both starred at the vibrant green flame; still dancing through Alastor’s fingers and all across his hand; skimming his wrist…neither of them believing each other’s truest intents.

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“I-uh,” Alastor began, talking with Adeline over coffee. He had set his “Oh Deer” mug down, looking at her. “I wanted to ask you something.”

Adeline sipped from her own mug. “Oh?”

“There’s an…event.” He told her. “They happen pretty regularly but I’ve never really had the interest in attending one before.” He was saying. “This one is supposed to be a kind of…a New Orleans themed-thing so it’s kind of down our alley.”

Adeline just drank from her coffee; waiting for him to continue.

“It’s called…La Danse Macabre: The Dance of Death. It’s a kind of party.” He was saying, watching for her reaction. “I’ve been invited to attend and I’m allowed to bring any guest of my choosing but it’s…a multi-realm sort of gathering.”

“Wait, what?” Adeline forgot her coffee.

“It will be an unforgettable evening for you; I assure you.” Alastor continued. “You’ll see things that…well, you may not wish to see but, if you are so inclined…I’d guarantee your safety, of course.”

“This party is in…Hell?” Adeline blurted.

 “No, no.” Alastor shook his head. “It’s a…realm-between-realms sort of place. A being with that sort of power utilizes his resources to host these types of events. Not really my idea of prioritizing ones influences but I can appreciate the taste in entertainment.”

“So…what kinds of things that I ‘might-not-wish-to-see’ are we talking about here?”

“Hm…” Alastor thought for a moment. “There will be a multitude of other demons attending: Overlords, sinners, imps…various beings from all across the rings of Hell. Humans too, I’m sure. I can’t say for certain but I’d imagine there will be such things as: orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism, cannibalism, vampirism…cannibalistic orgies, obviously some sadism, masochism-“

“So…it’s like some really fucked up BDSM party?” Adeline starred at him.

“No…” Alastor told her, then “Well, yes…kind of? There will just be a lot going on. Like I said, you would be perfectly safe attending with me…if it’s something you might find interesting. We could leave the event at anytime.”

“It sounds…fun?” Adeline tried, and Alastor made a face. “No, seriously. I’m in. I just…don’t really know what to expect… When is it?”

“June 13th.”

“That’s…only days away.” Adeline thought aloud.

“Yes. Like, I said though we don’t have to-“

“What do I wear?” She asked him.

“Anything really, nothing if you wanted to.” He shrugged.

She thought for a moment. “The black dress you gave me…would that work?”

“It would be perfect.”

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Memento mori

The words were significantly placed wherever one looked throughout the event; darkly reminding each and every attendee to the party that one should always remember; that you will die.  

Alastor had chosen to dress specially for the occasion. Coming as the radio demon; he was dressed in a red voodoo-themed suit and hat to match. The suit was a deep red with accentuated stitching throughout and the jacket to it had two distinct coat tails at the back. The hat that he wore was an equally red top-hat with the same exaggerated stitching; a pair of large pin-needles stuck and angled into the top. With the attire; he had chosen to wear a black make-up; dark rings forming around both eyes and sweeping both upward and downward sharply into a haunting macabre image of the makeup one might find with a clown’s eyes. At the corners of this smile, he had the same makeup trickling down into sharp points; giving his wide grin a rather dark and grotesque look.

Adeline had come in the black dress he had gifted her many years before. Like the red dress; it had a prominent slit that cut up her leg sharply at one side. The chest of it was less revealing from the front, though. Instead of opening up at the breasts and dipping down; the material of it rose upward; wrapping around her neck. Sleeveless; it hung from her shoulders; opening more from the sides and lending a glimpse to her braless side breasts. Like Alastor; she came wearing makeup. Her face was painted in an elaborate masquerade mask pattern; the sharp black details of it contrasted vibrantly in an outline of shimmering green. Her hair was pulled up and lifted at the back; beautiful dark ringlets of brown hair cascading across her shoulders and down her back. 

There was a lot going on, just as Alastor had promised. All manner of creatures surrounded them; engaging in benignly normal activities such as mingling, gossiping and dancing to: having freaky-ass sex on the floor; against the walls or whilst heedlessly leaning over tall balconies overhead; some were greedily consuming raw and bleeding flesh – throwing globs of gore and blood across the room; others were biting and licking bleeding wounds from off of the other guests; and, so much more…

Adeline starred and gawked around her; taking it all in… but never once did she feel uncertain or unsafe with Alastor by her side. The others all parted around him - as if he were Moses and all of these hellish beings around them the Red Sea - wherever they went; some even openly fled the event immediately upon realizing he was one who was in attendance.

Looking at him; she saw that he was very much in his own element here. He possessed and commanded such a power over all of these other hellish beings…that few dared to so much as look at them. He played ignorant to the responses that he elicited in others; choosing to keep his full attention toward Adeline and her reactions to the goings-on around them. She knew that he fully enjoyed getting to show her the affect he had on the masses.

They wandered about and through the throng of bodies for a time. Adeline could smell the delectable scents of various New Orleans cuisines and drink that had been set out for everyone to partake in; but Alastor had ensured that they had already eaten, telling her it would be prudent for them to avoid consuming any food or drink provided to them at this event. Skeletons and mounts of alligators adorned the room; voodoo symbols and dolls scattered all throughout; the scent of swamp and cypress surrounding them wherever they went. Soft and bouncy tones of jazz playing to them; from all around.

They found time for dancing, of course – always enjoying getting to share this past time with each other. But, Adeline was far more interested in seeing everything she could that was going on around them.

Alastor guided her through the rooms; occasionally commenting to her on the different types of demons or sinners she was seeing but she really couldn’t fathom any of it. He acknowledged and spoked to no one at any time. When she remarked on this; he laughed - telling her that he had made pangs to know who all would be in attendance to this particular activity: no one of significant note would be here to recognize him that normally frequented his social circles.

“Ah…” She had teased him. “Can’t ruin that fragile reputation of yours. Don’t want the other evil and all-powerful Overlords of Hell thinking I’ve turned you into a has been….”

He quirked his smile and an ear at that; finding great humor in her jape at him. 

After a time, the shock of seeing everything happening there at the event came a growing fascination; which then turned into a powerful curiosity: swiftly becoming excitement and then turning into…arousal. A screeching erupted beside them at one point and blood splattered across Adeline’s cheek. Laughing; Alastor pulled her to him – licking the drops from off of her skin, openly and in front of everyone to see.

Heat flooded Adeline’s face; sinking and soaking into her body.

Feeling this change in her; he pulled her into him and he led her into a rather – erotic - dance routine. Surrounded by strangers and surrounded by strange creatures; Alastor held Adeline close to him; moving with her - his hands openly traveling to intimate places for anyone who wished to see. Adeline gasped; but didn’t stop him – instead she welcomed his touch; and began exploring him as they danced – in kind.

She felt eyes seeing them but not watching – not really; felt others near but not intruding. No one here cared what they did or what they were doing – certainly not enough to judge or stop them. Far more sinfully sweet deeds were being partook and partaken in. Alastor and Adeline were essentially…alone – just he and her – and no one and nothing else around them mattered.

Tightly entangled in their moving embrace; Adeline opened her mouth against his and he found her tongue. He slipped a hand between them; massaging and squeezing one of her breasts through the thin and soft material of her dress. She lifted a knee; pressing into him with a lovely pressure.

Turning her; Alastor pulled Adeline into him again now so that she was pressed faced away from him but against him. He continued to dance with her and she curved into him; her arm wrapping around the nape of his neck and threading into his hair. He kissed at her heated neck; his hands traveling lower and lower across the soft fabric of her dress; claws delicately dragging and touching her skin through the material.

Reaching behind her and between them, she slid her hand across the lower lapels to his suit jacket; following them down she found his stomach; then his waist…feeling the bulge at his seam she softly squeezed and he shuddered pleasurably against her.     

Looking forward; she caught their reflections looking back at her from a old mirror that adorned one of the dance floor walls. Alastor possessively encircled Adeline with one arm; his clawed hand sliding to her neck and holding her face forward to look at them.

Adeline could see through the mirror that her skin was vibrantly flushed red; nearly stark against the black of the dress. Alastor pressed his face closely to hers; his dark eyes never leaving their reflections.      

“Here?” He breathed – nearly panting against her ear; sounding…uncertain.

“No.” She squeezed him again. “Take me to bed, Luc.”

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Alastor and Adeline fell into her bed together; both naked and without makeup now.

“What…the fuck….was all....of that!?” She panted between kissing him.

He laughed as he was kissing her. “You lasted a lot longer there than I thought you would…” He murmured against her sweating skin. “I thought you might like to leave as soon as we got there.”

He moved back to her mouth; pulling at her lower lip carefully with his teeth.

“That was…” She panted when he released her, “That was…” She couldn’t find the words.

He laughed again. “I’m surprisingly pleased; I didn’t anticipate you to enjoy yourself so much.” 

Twisting underneath him, she reached for him; finding his erect and throbbing length she spread her legs and lifted her hips, guiding him into her.

“Oh, just….fuck me.” She moaned as he thrust himself deeply into her.

He groaned; feeling himself already on the brink of it.

“Luc…” 

“Adeline…”

Moving together; they became lost within each other.

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Fuck…

Alastor – dressed in only his black boxers – stood beside the window of Adeline’s bedroom; looking out. It was well and late into the night  now but the horizon burned in a soft, smoldering red-orange; the smell of burning cypress filling the air. Alastor breathed deeply; enjoying both the sight and the smell of destruction to something he found so dear to him. How irritatingly symbolic…

“Luc? What’s going on?”

He turned; Adeline had dressed into her sweats and T-shirt, coming to see what he was doing.

“It’s a swamp fire; caused by lightning from all the storms we’ve been getting.” He answered her, turning back to watch the distant flames. “They’re saying on the radio that they will be evacuating parts of the city.”

“Do we need to leave?” She asked him.

“No.” He shook his head. “It won’t make it this far…I can smell a heavy rain coming. It will be here by morning.”

Adeline came to the window, standing beside him and watching the ebbing and waning of the far-off embers.

“Do you really plan to go through with it?” Alastor asked her; still starring out the window. “Are you really planning to surrender your soul for…Henry’s?”

She was surprised to hear him ask it – at least, so directly.

“Yes.” She told him.

He looked at her; one ear cocked to the side and she knew he really wanted to know why.

“I’m just…I’m done, Luc.” She sighed. “And, I think…I really think this was something that I was meant to do.” He made a face at that.

“You’re not going to give up Henry’s soul and I know you won’t give up mine…maybe you can’t, I don’t know but…we knew where this was heading….We’ve known it for a long time and…nothing lasts forever.”

He said nothing to that; his gaze drifting back to the window.

“I don’t know if it really will make a difference for him…for Henry…this sacrifice that I am making.” She said quietly. “It may not but…I have to give him this chance because…no one can do it for me.”

Alastor’s ears pulled back briefly at her words.

“Come back to bed? We can talk about this in the morning…We have time...” Adeline took his hand in hers. Following her; he crawled into the covers beside her – pressing himself to her and holding her close.

As she drifted off – falling soundly asleep beside him he thought about how she might be ready and willing to walk into the fire…but he wasn’t ready to let its flames consume her.

Better not to wait then.

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Chapter 21

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[kaira-diaries]

The Colonel’s Sister:

Note: one shot is also available on Wattpad under my account Kairadiaries for those who prefer it.

Warning: smut / fluff / language / wounds / blood

Pairing: Javi x f!character

Summary: she's Carrillo's sister, and off limits, until Javier thinks otherwise.

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My brother's lesson consisted of standing in the blistering heat for hours with my hands rolled into fists, bruised from a punching bag. Throughout it, he silently critiqued my form and stood with his arms crossed in authority. One two, I counted to memorize his instructions on the combos he was reluctant to share with me.

I made the mistake of asking if he'd caught Escobar yet. The answer was no, as the anger erupted between his clenched teeth. My older brother scowled at me the way he would as the colonel of the DEA. I still remember the day he was promoted to the job. Mama had been crying and squeezing him in hugs tighter than he could handle. My fingers poked at his uniform as I laughed at how ridiculous he looked, but he always made it a point to educate me on what an honor it was to become a colonel. He wears that same uniform now with no detectable expressions on his face. I rolled my eyes and limped over to the nearest chair I could find.

"Tell me something, Horacio. You look like a knob just standing there." I snickered. Knob. I'd just learned that word yesterday at the embassy.

I lick the sweat from my upper lip and empty the rest of my water bottle. He exhaled through his nose and went to open his mouth, but his wristwatch chimed. 8:00. I had guessed. Hours at the embassy were flat-out exhausting. Though, I'm only a receptionist. Despite rising at such early hours for my brother's lessons, it still hasn't gotten any easier.

"We should go." He said and disappeared into the apartment.

***

I hadn't gotten many calls today, and it was exhilarating.

Flipping to the next page of my novel, I sip on some much-needed coffee. It burns my tongue, and I groan at the burning sensation.

"You still haven't learned, huh?" I turn my head to find Murphy. He holds an orange folder stuffed with papers.

With a lopsided grin, I say, "I guess not."

He trades with me. I now have the nightmare of a folder, and he sips from the coffee mug. "What's Peña up to?" I ask, and he raises a suspicious brow. Exhaling through his mouth, he said

"Oh, you know, out, gathering information." His scrunched mouth confirms the worse. "How does the colonel feel about that?" I pick up the nearest pen and tap it against the desk. A shrug was all he gave.

"I don't know, you tell me? He's your brother." Horacio knows damn well what Peña has been up to but doesn't care to act on it. I've even called him on it, seeing it unfit to allow an agent to sleep around for information. I shrugged back when the double doors flew open to reveal peña. It was an effort not to roll my eyes at his appearance. The chocolate brown hair on his head was ruffled to hell, along with the wrinkled mess that was his maroon shirt. I leaned back in my seat.

"Jesus, you can't keep it in your pants, can you?" Peña unveiled a devious smirk and threw it in my direction.

"If it gets us what we need and keeps me young." I swallowed in disgust, and Murphy patted him on the shoulder. My brows raised, and I scoffed, standing from the chair to file the folder Murphy had given me. Checking the clock on my desk, my heart excites at quitting time.

My brother had promised to bring back my favorite allergy free dessert from his business trip today. I could already taste the sweetness as I smiled and grabbed my purse.

Tuning in to the boy's conversation, Peña was in the middle of sharing his recent sexual activity with yet another woman. I mimicked a vomit sound and pushed my way between them. "You're a pig." I spat and strolled out the doors, thinking that was the end of it.

My heels hit the concrete of the sidewalk when he stepped beside me. I gasped, jumping back. "That was quite the insult." He intercepted me.

I pulled my purse closer to me. "You have no sense of self-control or respect." I grab my car keys and unlock the doors, circling him. "You're wrong." He disagrees.

"I have a lot more than you think I do." With that, his eyes darken, and his jaw clenches. I feel trapped between him and my car as a hand reaches up to stroke my glossed, pouty lips. Lucky for me, I break from the trance and shove him back.

"I'd suggest Lisa as your new subject for your kinky fuckery. I heard she likes to sleep around." I threw myself into my car and sped off, leaving him there and not looking back.

***

I laid in bed that night, stomach full of the yummy dessert my brother had gotten me, and thought of Peña. My lips still stung from the lingering kiss of his fingers, and I had wondered why he'd done it.

It's no secret that the man is handsome, with strength in his appearance and confidence in his tone. He was the golden boy of the embassy and sought after by women of all ages and wanted for jobs by other businesses, despite how..flawed his tactics were. I'd asked him why he never took the better offers, but he only shrugged the question off his shoulders. I stopped believing the dismissive answers when I saw his clenched fists and frigid breaths. There was a reason; he was just so reluctant to tell me or anyone.

Blowing a caramel strand of hair from my face, I sit up, having an idea.

An hour later, I sat in a nightclub. Drinks and laughter filled every corner with gleaming happiness as I smiled at the sight of the glowing strangers that'd find love on the dance floor. A tinge of jealousy stabbed at my chest, and I sipped down the rest of my drink.

I hadn't registered the movement of my legs that carried me onto the dance floor and into the arms of a tall and handsome stranger. The red dress I had chosen tightened as my breaths increased once we set the pace. The man's eyes were blue, his hair black and long. I crumbled into his arms as his hands seduced my body. It was like electricity that had brought my limbs to life once the song's climax started.

But once the song had ended, my happiness ended with it.

In a second, the man was violently shoved in the opposite direction...by Peña, who had a melody of rage and jealousy in his eyes. The stranger recovered, but the strength of Peña's shove was enough for him to get the message as he disappeared across the club. "What the fuck are you doing here!" I yelled.

"Yeah, in this situation, you're not allowed to ask that question." He yelled back. Before I could open my mouth to question him on what 'situation', he pulled me in to talk into my ear.

"Carrillo called me once he'd figured out you went on a field trip." I screeched and shoved him back. "Fuck off." I scolded and ran off.

I wrapped my jacket around myself and slid my arms over my chest to draw less attention as I walked home. "Get in the car." I halted to find Peña's car. I snap my chin in his direction.

"Don't you have some bitch to fuck?" I bite.

"Not until Tuesday." He smirks. I could almost read his mind as it said,

Play with me.

I'd do no such thing as I started walking once more.

He drives alongside me. "Are you going to walk five miles? Just get in the damn car; that's insane." I scoff.

"No, you're insane." I countered.

"I don't recall asking for your opinion, querida." I rolled my eyes at the name and kicked off my heels to carry them.

"Someone needs to keep you and your inflated ego in check." My feet begin to ache, and he chuckles.

"Then I'm glad it's a young twenty-four-year-old like you, now get in the car; I'm wasting gas." I considered it for a minute until I had no choice as a shard of glass punctured the arch of my foot. I cursed and hit the ground like a coward, making Javi stop the car and speed to my side. "Don't touch me." I cringed when a hand grazed my shoulder. "Fine. Stand on your own, but we need to remove the glass." He plainly said.

Planting my hands, I push up with my arms but accidentally put pressure on my foot.

A sharp pain runs through my foot as I cry and nearly hit the ground again until he's there to catch me. Peña reassures me that he's got me, but his calloused hands linger on my bicep. His raised brows make me chuckle through the pain. "What? Were you expecting skin and bone?"

***

We ended up at his apartment.

Something about it being closer than mine.

I sit on the toilet seat with my foot elevated on the edge of the tub.

Peña curses as he digs for the medical supplies underneath his sink. He eventually finds the kit hidden behind a new bottle of body wash. "Ah, here it is." He gleams and disappears into the kitchen and returns with a bottle of titos vodka. I squirm and pull the bottom of my dress down, afraid of showing too much.

"It's best if you don't tell your brother about this." He comments, pulling out a bandaid to cover the soon-to-be-open wound once the glass is removed. "Why? You're just dressing a wound?" I asked, genuinely confused, and he shrugged.

"Carrillo is the colonel, and if he hears of you and me at the club, I'll be sacked."

My brows pinched together, and his rose.

"But..you said he sent you?"

My lips part. If Horacio didn't send him, then why was he there?

Peña remains silent and pulls out a pair of tweezers, and I bite my lip. "Will it hurt?" Fear travels up my spine as he looks at me with softened eyes. "Only a little." I release a breath from my nose and nod for him to continue. I yelped at the intense pinch of the withdrawal of glass and the burn of the alcohol to clean the wound. My hand reaches to grab for something to hold until the pain passes, and that something was accidentally Peña's free hand.

He allows it and laces his fingers with mine. I'm in too much pain to bat him away and embrace the warm and rough feeling of his touch.

Groaning through the pain, I ask him.

"What were you doing at the club?" I hiss at the burn as he thoroughly cleans it. Once the blood is wiped clean, he covers the wound with a bandaid. "Keeping an eye on you." He responds.

"Why?" I asked, quicker than I had intended, and he took a deep breath. "Because that man wanted to fuck you." I folded my arms over my chest. "So? Maybe I wanted to fuck him?" He throws the kit back in the cabinet under the sink and takes a mouth full of vodka.

"Don't say shit like that." He groans in annoyance. I lean forward to get in his face.

"I'll fuck who I want, Peña; it's none of your business, nor is it your place to interfere." He stands from the edge of the tub, laughing.

"You're such a hypocrite, Carrillo. So I'm not allowed to fuck anybody, but you can spread your legs, and it's all kumbaya?"

I stand, relying on my left foot. "Are you serious?" I asked.

He raises the bottle for another drink. "Do I look serious?"

I shake my head. "No, you look like a fucking imbecile."

As soon as it left my mouth, I knew I was in trouble when he pinned me between his intimidating figure and the bathroom sink.

"Such a dirty mouth." He cooed and licked his lips before pressing them to mine for a peck. I froze from what he had done, and he leaned in again for a deepened kiss. My lips widened as his tongue dipped into my mouth. Fuck. I hadn't known I wanted this, and fuck did he know.

He grabs my waist to spin me around. Facing the mirror, his fingers diligently travel to undo my dress and take ownership of my panties. We both knew damn well what was going to happen, but what I hadn't known was what he was thinking, and for some reason, I wanted to.

Leaning back into his chest, I offer my neck as he leaves hungry bites that'd last for a week.

As if he read my mind, he says,

"I think that whenever I'm around you, I feel like I'm worth more."

The clink of his belt brings me to life as he continues,

"I think...I want to bend you over and brand you as mine." A soft moan drags from my lips. He's concrete against my backside when I'm bent over.

He gathers my hair in his fist, and I prepare for what's to come.

"I'm thinking..you've been wanting this for a long time." He whispered in my ear and, in one thrust, filled me until he leveled out. I'd never felt so complete as he tried to wiggle closer. I welcomed him, wanting his skin pressed tighter against mine. The pain in my foot stung, but I shoved it aside as the feeling electrified my body.

"Fuck." He barked, and I arched back into him until his other arm pinned down my body. The thrusts were slow as he was pacing himself, but I wanted more.

"Stop being withholding." I groaned, and he chuckled.

"What do you need?" He rasped. "Fuck, you want more?" I nodded in the mirror, but his movements stopped. "I need words, baby doll."

"Give me more." I cried against the cold granite top. My chest was freezing, and his thrusts were coming in faster than I could take them.

My hips were bruising from his impact as I crumbled beneath his fingertips. He groaned in satisfaction from above and collapsed into my back. Turning my head, we share our breaths and come down together.

"Don't tell my brother," I whispered, and together we breathlessly chuckled.

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[storywriter12]

So I gave it a little thought and I am going to do a book about "the crazy tinder guy" the chapter I posted on here I am going to do a book about it so I am writing chapter 2 of the book now and I will hopefully publish it on wattpad or should I do it on here as well? But after I have done the book I am going to put the link here so you guys can read it but you can also find it on wattpad as well but I also hope that you guys enjoy the book❤️😊

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[mohiggins15-blog]

OBSESSED with this new author @Eloya2000 on Wattpad. If you need a good Hobbit Fanfiction to read I highly recommend! 

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[angelwithblackwings]

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[myfantasealife]

Window Pains [NSFW] Kiba InuzakaxFem!Reader Part 2 of 4

🌺After finishing your second semester in college, you decide to go home for the summer only to find the annoying neighbor you haven't seen in years! What will it be like reconnecting with the man who so desperately wanted you?🌺

a/n: this is part 2 of my window pains series! The tension is starting to build, how will it unfold at the end?

warning: self-pleasure, fingering, fondling, tension, jealousy, mdni

The irritation in my soul began seeping out of my cells watching someone else throw themselves onto Kiba.

I hated it. I really fucking hated it.

She wore a tight short dress that barely came past her ass with strappy black heels. Her long wavy hair draped down her back, swaying back and forth from the constant grinding she did on his arms.

I was fucking sick of it.

I frustratingly turned my back to them, focusing my attention on the other members of our group. Shots were being passed around frivolously to each other, cheering after every drink.

No matter what I did to distract myself I could still hear the sound of her annoying voice squeaking behind me. It sent waves of frustration throughout my body, making me cringe at the sound of her voice. Other woman began to flock around him too, praising him for literally anything.

Yeah, maybe it was stupid that I was getting so worked up over this., but c'mon. These bitches kept repeated the same thing over and over again.

Kiba you're so strong.

Kiba wow you're so cute.

Dance with me Kiba!

It was all so fucking annoying.

After a few more shots, I grew the confidence to turn back around to see if he was still being entertained. One of the girls leaned her head on his shoulder, wrapping herself around his big muscular arm. I couldn't help but scrunch my eyebrows together, disgusted by the sight.

My gaze then traveled towards his face, wondering if he was enjoying any of it but to my surprise his eyes weren't on her.

They were on me.

I could feel a faint heat rush back to my cheeks as I look deeper into his dark eyes. It was like diving into a pool of chocolate. Delicious and sweet. His giant hand grasped onto the rim of his glass, bringing it up to his lips. I paid attention to his supple lips, watching as the liquor collected itself in the corners of his mouth. All I wanted to do was reach over and lick it off.

What is happening to me?

He flashed me another smile, setting the glass down in front of him. His hand unlatched the grip the girl had around his arm before he stood up from the stool, making his way over to me.

Every insecurity I had before disappeared as he pulled out the bar stool next to mine to take a seat. I could see that he was still wearing the same stupid grin on his face as he leans in closer to me, feeling his warm breath against my ear.

"I think you're getting a little jealous." He chuckled in my ear.

"J-jealous? Me?" My voice cracked through my cheesing smile. As much as I tried to hide it he saw right through me. But I honestly expected nothing less from him.

He softly placed his hand on my back before leaning back in, only this time he was closer, gripping me by the tips of his fingers. It was electrifying to feel his touch, even if the gesture was so simple.

"Don't worry, you will always be my favorite!" He whispered into my ear, making my smile more apparent than before.

The bartender interrupted as he lined up the next round of drinks in front of us. Everyone rallied up around us to cheers to our next shot.

"To Kiba!" One of them shouted, followed by everyone else. We all raised our glasses high, toasting each other before downing the liquor to the back of our throats.

I honestly couldn't tell if the burning sensation I felt in the pit of my stomach was from the drinking or just from sitting by Kiba. Being around him was the only thing I ever wanted to feel.

I also couldn't tell if his cheeks were rosy from the amount of liquor we had or from the amount of time he spent looking at me. It felt like we were the only ones in the bar together. The longer our eyes danced with each other the more I knew I needed him. He was perfect for me.

Unfortunately that fantasy was cut short by the arms of the woman wrapping around his chest. I became visibly annoyed before turning back to the unfinished drink in my hand.

"Kiba, take me home!" She pouted in her dainty voice, pressing her breasts against his back. The pressure caused him to bolt straight up, widening his eyes from her gestures.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. What happened to being his favorite? Is he really impressed by this?

"Oh, um... okay!" He responded with his eyes traveling back to her. I was crushed. I felt as if an anchor was dragging me to the bottom of the ocean. Just like that, his attention was no longer on me anymore. And it hurt. Her arms traveled fro his chest to his bicep, pulling him off the stool towards the door.

"Uh, Akamaru! You're in charge of taking y/n home!" he shouted as he followed her out of the bar. Akamarus wet nose pressed against my thigh, wagging his tail back and forth.

How could someone that I hated so much become the person I wanted the most? My heart ached the rest of the night. Is this person going to give her what he so desperately wanted to give me?

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When I got home I sat miserably in my dark room for what felt like hours. I kept my curtains opened, hoping to catch a glimpse of Kiba coming home. The thought of him fucking that attention seeking bitch infuriated me. Yeah, I know its not fair to be mean to her but still, Kiba deserved so much better.

And I could give him that.

I laid at the foot of my bed staring at his window that was right in front of mine. The amount of times he would stare at my window hoping to impress me with some stupid antic of his used to drive me insane. Now here I am years later, staring at his with the hopes of doing the same.

The light in his room turned on, capturing my attention. Without hesitation I sat up on my bed watching as he walked in with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His abs glistening in the light while drops of water trailed down his skin.

His body was like a drug to me, sending pulses between my thighs. The thought of being under him, over him, on my knees, all of it ran wild in my mind. I could give him everything, I know I can. Just by looking at him I could feel moisture oozing out of my folds as they became desperate for his touch.

My hands began rubbing against my body, trying to satisfy what ever urge I had. Arching my back and rolling my head at the thought of him. I wanted him. No. I needed him.

I was so distracted that I didn't even realize that he was watching me. His cheeks flushing bright red at the sight of his childhood crush playing with herself.

I became embarrassed, hiding behind my pillow before looking back out to him. The same shit-eating grin was on his face, slowly approaching his window. His giant palm planting itself onto the glass as he leaned forward grabbing onto his bulge through the towel.

Waves of arousal started flowing through my body widening my eyes at the sight of his beautiful body. This moment was all I needed to make sure that he knew I wanted him. I sat up innocently on my knees, grasping the hem of my shirt while I slowly take it off. Enticing him to keep his glare on me as his grin grew bigger.

My hands reached behind me and began unclasping the hooks of my bra, tossing it to the side revealing my sensitive nipples. The look in his eyes became feral as he began to lick his lips, leaning closer to the glass.

I could see the fog forming on the glass as he deepens his breath. The veins in his head began popping out, withholding his urge to break in through my window to satisfy his every need.

I walked around to be right in front of the window, tucking my fingers into the waistband of my skirt. His bottom lip became a victim to the edges of his teeth as he bites down on them. I slowly started tugging them down, exposing the red lace from my thong.

I could see his erection forming underneath his towel, desperately trying to break itself out of its constraints. As my skirt began to fall to the floor so did his towel.

He was huge.

I could see his veins popping out from his thick cock as it grew harder for me. My pussy began throbbing from the sight. Keeping my eye contact with his, I lean back against my bed, spreading myself open for him to see. I bite my bottom lip as I shifted my panties to one side, revealing my silken folds.

The tips of his fingers pressed further onto his window as his hand reached for the base of his shaft. Gripping onto it to relieve the stress from his twitching length. He watched as I spread myself open for him, running my fingers through my slit.

I could see his hand instinctually start running up and down his shaft, matching my pace. His canines exposed as he continues to bite down on his lip.

One finger slowly turned into two as I traced circles around my clit. My back arched the faster I went, making him want to go even faster. I could tell he was flustered just by his eyes. Hopelessly yearning to be the one that pleases me. My other hand began playing with my nipple which sent Kiba into overdrive.

His head tilted back, holding in his moan. I could see his chest rising and falling from his heavy breathing. He still wanted me, and that made me feel so good because I wanted him too. His eyes peeled back to me just in time to watch me plunge my two fingers down my soaking cunt.

Pressure built up for both of us as we stared deeper into our souls. Watching his grasp slide back and forth made me wish it was me instead. The veins in his forehead popping out even more, trying to withhold his urge to finish before me.

But he failed miserably.

Cum squirted onto the glass as goosebumps appeared all over his body. I could see his chest exhaling deeply before his glare shot back up to me, watching as a creamy white ring began to form around my fingers.

I pull them out from my heat, making my way over to the window again. My gaze stayed on him, making sure he watched as I sucked the juices from my fingers.

The dimples began to deepen from the satisfied smile on his face. We stared in each others eyes for a while as if we would never see them again. This is exactly what I wanted him to see. I wanted him to see that even after all these years, that his persistency was worth it. That I was worth it. He wasn't looking at me like he lusted over my body, he looked at me like he loved me. I couldn't break away from that.

Maybe I felt the same?

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[norrisleclercf1]

Be The One

Pairing: Lando Norris x Innocent/Virgin!Reader

Rating: R

Requested: Yes/No

Request: lando with an innocent reader who hasn’t had sex yet and wants to lose her virginity

Words: 1.8K

Warnings: Smut!!! This is just pure smut with no plot, Oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, Lando is just a giver in this, inexperienced reader, experienced Lando, etc.

Synopsis: It was stupid to ask him to be your first, the stupid books and edits are to blame

A/N: This was supposed to be a blurb, but I kept writing and writing and I've just been sitting on this in my drafts, now finally posting it, also I don't show the full sex scene just the beginning and then after

"I'm sorry, what?" Lando was spread out on your bed, having just come over to watch some movies and enjoy a quiet night during his summer break.

Instead, he got you the literal version of an angel asking him to take your virginity. "I want you to be the one to take it. Please?" Lando has to clamp down that instant reply of fuck yes. You try hard to control the way you're looking at him.

Grey sweatpants and signature black t-shirt with that necklace of his resting on the collar. Arm behind his head, showing off the muscles that he's honed and crafted from all the training for races.

Lando just blinks at you, running through all the different scenarios at a time. A million emotions hit him, as he tries to think of the right words to say.

"Lando?" Shame and embarrassment hit you like a truck, he probably thought you were crazy. Asking him out of the blue like that. All he simply asked was what movie you wanted to watch and you reply with asking him to have sex with you.

"Sorry, I'm just.....I'm just trying to figure out what to say." To you, those words meant no, hanging your head you step back from the foot of the bed. "I shouldn't have asked, this was stupid. I'm sorry." Lando sits up quick grabbing your wrist, stopping you.

"It's not stupid. Y/n, what the hell is making you want to lose your virginity all of a sudden?" The question has you flinching, you didn't want to tell him the truth. That some friends got you some spicy books, and all you could picture was Lando doing everything you read to you.

That, you had a secret folder in your phone of edits that fans did. Like you said, it was stupid to ask your friend to do this. "Nothing, can we just forget it?" Feeling that burn in your eyes, Lando stands in front of you. "No, no we can not forget it. If you want to lose your virginity, I need a valid reason." His jaw was tight, he was getting annoyed.

"Fine! My friends gave me spicy books and they had...sex scenes in them and all I could think about was your stupid face and how much I want you to be the first one dammit!" Cheeks flushed, Lando's chest heaves as he tries to control that urge in him. "What kind of books?"

His annoyance quickly gone, replaced with his boyish teasing charm. "None of your business, this was so stupid. Lando, please." You whimper the last part. His entire demeanor changes, quickly thinking of gross things to stop the rush of blood heading south instead of north.

"Do you really want to lose it?" Voice dropping, you look up seeing his pupils blown wide. "What?" Taken aback by the 180 this man can give you in the span of a minute. "Your virginity? If you want to lose it, now. Here. I'll do it, but just one condition." Lando stepping back, his knees hit the bed.

He sits down, hands wrap around your exposed thigs as he yanks you to stand between them. Stumbling, you almost fall into him but balance yourself on his shoulders. "What's your condition?" Voice wispy trying to get air into your lungs. His hands moving slowly up your nightie.

"If you do this, ever get curious about something, want to learn something new. You come to me, only me." Jumping his hands squeeze your ass, his teeth showing as he smiles. Leaning in, he places wet kisses against the thin material. "Yes." Lando looks up, bottom lip pulled down as he places another kiss to your stomach.

"Come here." A gasp is pulled from your throat as you land on his lap, his face buried in your chest. You lean back, freezing when you feel something resting between your legs. "Lando." Unsure, he stops. He really wants to laugh at your confused face, but schools his features.

"It's just my cock, angel." Heat flares throughout your body hearing such a vulgar word come from Lando. "Oh." Feeling a little lost, Lando smiles. Scooching back, he sits up so you two are face to face.

"Hey, we don't have to do anything you aren't ready for." Thumb rubbinng softly into your thigh, you nod your head. "No, I'm ready. Just be careful with me?" If it was possible Lando would've comed right then and there and died happily. "Always." His teeth nip your bottom lip sucking it in, losing himself in you.

Whining you pull away, arching up into his hip the sudden need for pressure too great. "Lando, please it hurts." Lando groans pressing up against you as he rolls you over, so he's on top. "I know, princess. I'll take care of you. Such a good girl." Kissing his way down your body.

He stops at your shorts looking up at you. "Hey, what I'm about to do is get you prepped. I'm...on the thick side and considering your a virgin it'll hurt and be very uncomfortable. But, prepping you will help, are you okay with that?" You nod but Lando doesn't budge. "Y/n, your words. I want to hear it out loud no nodding." You whine just wanting him to touch you.

"Yes. Yes Lando I want you to touch me and fuck me." Lando's eyes darken as he pulls your shorts and underwear off in one swoop. You squirm at the coolness hitting your bare pussy. "Cold?" Lando giggles, running his fingers over your thighs. Looking down he smiles seeing your trimmed but still have hair.

"Lando, please." He shushes you, taking his pointer and middle finger running them over you watching the way your hips jolt up and your face scrunching at the unfamiliar feeling. Slowly he pulls your lips apart, seeing how your wet but he wants you wetter.

"Are you okay with using my mouth and fingers? You can say no the either if you want, princess." Thinking it over you remember the videos and how woman seemed to really enjoy a man's mouth on them. "I'm fine with it." You gasp feeling Lando's mouth placing a delicate kiss.

He takes his time, wanting to learn what you like a don't like. He's careful to read to your face not wanting to push to far he hesitates to use his tongue. But hearing your moan when he moves it up and down, he's found something. "Lan...lan." You whimper as he grows more confident.

His lips wrap around your clit which has your legs clamp shut on his head. He laughs which has you giggling as he pries them off his neck. "You okay?" Licking his lips you nod. "Sorry, it sent this odd feeling up my body and I just reacted." Embarrassed at your reaction to it.

Yet you can't help the relaxed feeling seeing Lando's soft smile. His hands rubbing over your body helping you feel better. "It's fine, Y/n. You're experiencing this for the first time. I'm taking my time for a reason." You groan hearing that, hating he's having to take his time.

"I hate this! I don't want you to take your time, if I wasn't a stupid virgin, you could've just fucked me fast and hard." Lando narrows his eyes, pinching your side you squeal slapping his hand away. "This is your first time, Y/n. No one's first time is magical. Am I experienced? Yes, but do you know how many times it took me to feel comfortable? A while, it's not going to be fireworks and all that. But, you asked me to take your virginity and I'm going to be gentle and make sure you remember with fond memories." You can't help but snort on a laugh at his speech.

"Oh shut up, I'll leave right now and leave you a virgin." Lando teases, but you just mesh you lips together both of you falling into one another. His hands palm your tits, pulling out sweet moans as he goes back between your legs. "Lando, wrap...yes." Fingers tugging his hair when his lips wrap around your clit.

He pulls off, telling you he's about to use his fingers. Taking several deep breaths you relax as he slowly slides one finger into you. "How does that feel?" Using his free hand to rub circles into your hip. "Weird, it hurts, but not in a bad way just in a, never felt this before." Lando nods curling the finger and moving it in and out. "Oh, that's....not bad." Lando nods going back down.

He adds a second finger which has you panicking but he talks you down explaining why he's using another finger and it helps you. Lando is gentle as he gets you ready, he smiles seeing that you're ready. "Okay, you're stretched enough. Are you ready?"

"I think so, is it going to hurt?" Lando sits up, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yes, but I'm going to be slow and make sure I don't hurt you. If you say stop, no, or anything like that. I'm stopping. You just need to let me know." You watch as Lando takes off his underwear, holding a condom you can't help but stare.

It's probably odd, but he has a pretty cock. He wasn't lying when he said he was on the thicker side. "You're pretty." Lando snaps his eyes up at you, covering your mouth you look away. He can't help the blush on his cheeks, no one has ever called him pretty. He liked it.

"I'm ready." Wanting to move on from you calling him pretty. "Okay." He shuffles forward, placing your legs around his waist. "Try to relax, it'll help." Closing your eyes, you think of something relaxing. "Oh." Eyes opening Lando stops, having only entered you past his tip. "Are you okay?" You blink trying to figure out what you're feeling.

Yes, it stinges, but it doesn't hurt as much. "Yeah, I was expecting it to hurt, but it just stinges." Lando smiles, leaning over as he kisses you on the nose sliding the rest in. He places his head in the crook of your neck while the two of you adjust. "Lando?" He hums as you smile, fingers playing with the baby hairs on his neck. "Thank you, for doing this. Also, you can move." His back shakes, laughing at your words.

Lando moves his hips carefully as you wrap your arms around his neck, breathing as you get used to the feeling. Lando and you whimper and moan as you start to relax more enjoying this. You giggle when you kisses you on your neck which has him laughing. He was right, your first time was weird but also comfortable.

Laying in bed, feeling oddly tired he smiles drawing patterns on your stomach. "You're right, not the best but maybe we should practice more." Lando snorts, eyes growing heavy. "Easy, it's the orgasm thoughts. Let's wait till tomorrow." Nodding you roll to your side curling into Lando.

"I'm glad you asked me too."

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