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todomochi-uwu · 4 months

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Who (5/?) J. Y & S. M

Pairing: Poly! Jeong Yunho x reader x Song Mingi

Genre: Angst, Smut

Warnings: This content is for a mature audience

Synopsis: You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you.

Other chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

NOTES: This was a nightmare to write, between the holidays and writer’s block, I wanted to die. I hope you like it. If you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee . I promise next chapter will contain SMUT, so beware of that.

“What are you doing, Y/n?” Said Yunho as soon as he dragged you out of the club.

“What are YOU doing, Yunho? How the fuck did you know I was here?” You stumbled backwards, anxiety and alcohol are not a good combo.

“I came to talk, Minho brought me here. I have spent every single day of the last three months trying to find and talk to you, and all this time you were doing this?” Hurt in his voice, his face red and eyes glossy. You examined him for a second, deep dark eyebags sunken his eyes, his lips cracked and pale, and his once broad chest now looked thinner, bony. He looked so different, you almost couldn’t recognize him.

“It’s not like that…” He cut you off.

“Then, how is it? Because to me it looked like you were making out with your so-called best friend. Explain it to me, Y/n.”

“I don’t have to explain shit to you.” You stomped, getting closer, “You have a lot of nerve coming in here and accusing me of anything,” You jabbed your finger against his chest again and again. “We are not together. You drove me away. You broke my heart.” Tears of anger streamed down your face, and your wounded heart disintegrated with each word.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry, please come home with me, we can talk and…”

You turned around when you heard Han coming out of the club, Minho right behind him, following a very angry-looking Christopher.

“Bang Chan, calm down!” Said Minho.

“What are you doing here, Jeong?” Chan intervened, pushing you behind him.

“This doesn’t concern you, Chan. Please let me talk to her.” He tried going past Chris.

“Why don’t you leave her alone? She doesn’t want to see you. Fuck off.” Chan’s voice laced with venom, alcohol and rage ran through his veins, clouding his judgment.

“Chan.” The taller man tried again.

“Fuck you, Yunho. Where were you before when she needed you, huh?” Chris pushed the taller man, “Where were you when she spent every single night crying herself to sleep?” Push. “Where were you when she felt worthless?” Push.

“Chan, stop. You are drunk.” Han said.

“That’s right. You were not there, but guess who was? Me. I spent every single minute comforting her, reassuring her that it was not her fault, and helping her move on.”

“Oh, I am well aware of how much you would love for her to get over us, I’ve known it for a long time.” Yunho pushed back, “But I’ll be dead the day I let that happen.”

“Yunho, please stop.”

“I fucked up, okay? I’m not saying I didn’t, but I want to fix it. If I have to get on my knees I will, if I have to beg I will, whatever you want me to do I’ll do it. Please give me a chance.” Yunho said kneeling.

“Yunho.” You said in tears.

Chan scoffed, shaking his head, “Why should you get a second chance?”

Minho physically cringed, he knew it wasn’t about Yunho and Mingi getting a chance to redeem themselves, it was about Chan not getting the same opportunity.

“Chan, buddy, please back off.” He said while grabbing his friend by the shoulders.

Chan shook him off. He looked at you, “Y/n you know best. Please don’t go back to them.” He pleaded with what little strength he had left. But you could only see a begging Yunho on the floor, a mix of emotions reflected in your eyes, anger, fear, but on top of them was longing. He could feel his heart break all over again, he would never be at the receiving of those feelings. The door had closed a long time, and even if you didn’t know it, he did, it would never open again. He needed to get away from the scene. A knot forming in his throat, all his bottled-up love dying in his chest, he was going to throw up.

“Y/n, please come home, we can talk, we won't pressure you or anything, just please, please come home.” Yunho extended his hand your way.

You turned to look at Chan, but he no longer was there. You found Jisung’s eyes, looking for an answer in them. On one hand, your heart craved him, wanting nothing more than for him to take you in his arms. But then the more rational part of your brain reminded you of the hell you went through in the last months. Could you go back to them? And if not, could you live without them? Your best friend looked you in the eyes, worry and uncertainty filled them, but in the end, he simply nodded.

Yunho was waiting for you, silently begging for you to take his hand, to come back to them. And when you finally did, you could see the way his entire body relaxed, you couldn’t blame him, a part of you also felt at peace after all this time.

“This doesn’t mean we are back together; I hope you know that.” You whispered to him.

“I know.” He looked around for Minho, “We are taking a cab, I don’t want to bother you anymore.” He nodded back.

Jisung approached and gently embraced you in his arms. “Call me, okay?”

“Hannie, about Chan…” He cut you off.

“Don’t worry about him, we’ll take care of that.” He gave you a weak smile, before turning to his husband.

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Yunho opened the door as soon as the cab arrived, sat next to you and told the driver where to go. Your heart was almost beating out of your chest, sweaty hands gripped the ends of your skirt, and eyes that didn’t dare look away from the window.

“Are you cold?” He said, already taking his jacket off to give it to you.

“No, no, I’m okay.” Your brain made a connection a second later, “Wait, where’s…”

His phone went off like crazy, texts and calls showed up all at the same time, he pulled out of his pocket revealing the contact, “Shit.” He pressed to answer.

“Hey, Mingi, did you…” You could hear the exasperated voice of the younger man behind the phone, not being able to make out what he was saying.

“No, Mingi, I’m…” Cut off again.

“I know, but please…” Again.

“Will you …” And again.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. Oh, how you missed them.

“Mingi, will you please just shut up?” He whispered, “Listen, go home, I’m on my way there.”

Mumbling.

“You can leave, umm she’s, umm she’s with me.” He said as if he couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.

Mumbling.

“Go home, we’ll meet you there.” He hung up.

An uncomfortable silence filled the car, you didn’t know where to look, or what to do or say. Yunho was in a similar situation. Twice you caught him almost putting his hand on your knee, before remembering the situation you were in, muscle memory it must have been.

You knew the streets on your way to their place, left turn here, right turn there. A convenience store you used to walk to late at night to get ramen when you couldn't sleep. A dog park they swore you would go to with a new puppy when things “calmed down” at work. It made your heart sink to remember what you used to be, what you used to have.

So lost in your head, you didn’t notice the ride had ended, Yunho handed the driver some money and immediately took your hand, getting out of the car. The nerves getting worse each second, you could feel yourself shaking. The alcohol in your stomach bubbling threatening to make its way back up.

And then you saw Mingi.

He was sitting outside the door, his head between his knees, gently rocking himself back and forth, and you could hear some mumbling but couldn’t quite get what he was saying. He looked so small, so fragile, and while it wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. Without thinking you approached him, kneeling by his side.

“Hello, Mingi.” You whispered.

He had been so into his thoughts he almost fell back when he heard you. His chest went up and down quickly, trying not to choke on the anxiety, his eyes doubting who they were seeing, but he tried to compose himself. “Hey, Y/n.” His hands shifted, but he tensed to prevent them from touching you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

A few moments went by, neither of you knowing what to say. “Why don’t we go in? We have a lot to talk about and it's freezing cold out here.” You had almost forgotten Yunho was also there.

“Okay.”

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Minho and Jisung didn’t have a clue what to say on the ride back home. Chan was in the backseat, His head resting against the window, small tears threatening to come out of his eyes, but he wouldn’t let them, not until he was sure no one would see him.

“Chan.” Jisung tried.

“Don’t, just don’t.”

“Chan, you know this is for the best. They need to solve whatever is going on…” Minho started but was quickly cut off by the older man.

“And you were so eager to help them do that, weren’t you?”

“Chan, that’s not…”

“Leave it alone, Minho. You’ve done enough.”

Jisung didn’t want to give up just yet, “Channie, please. Minho would never do anything to hurt you, but you know she’s still in love with them, and…”

“Don’t you think I know that? I have seen it every single day for the last few months. I have seen her cry every goddamn night because she missed them. I’ve seen her reading their conversations again and again. Hell, I have heard everything single fucking detail about those two, I did it then and I did it now. But tonight, for a single moment in almost six years, she didn’t think about them, she didn’t see them in me, it was only me and her. She kissed me. She wanted me. For once, she was mine again.”

Minho felt bad for what was about to come from his lips, but it needed to be done, “Then why did she leave with Yunho?” The car stopped.

And Chan got off, slamming the door on his way out.

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The three of you were sitting on the floor of the living room. Yunho was leaning against an old couch Seonghwa had gifted you when you all moved in together. Mingi was next to a shabby coffee table you used to use as an “everything” table when you couldn’t afford anything else. You haven’t lived here in months, yet it still felt like home.

You had rehearsed thousands of times what you would say to them if you ever were in this situation. All the things that they did or said that made you die on the inside, you would cry and scream all you wanted and they would have to listen. You would tell Yunho how much you hated how cold he had turned. Tell Mingi how tired you were of him always coming home in a bad mood. Tell them how much you had missed them emotionally, and also physically, how they hadn’t stopped to look at you in months, let alone even touched you.

But as opposed to all the scenarios in your head, your mouth was dry.

“I’m sorry.” Mingi was the first who dared to speak, you wouldn’t have been able to hear him if you weren’t sitting next to him. “I’m so sorry about everything we did, I’m sorry for taking you for granted, I’m sorry about neglecting you, I’m sorry I was not there when you needed me, I’m sorry for not listening, I’m sorry for making you leave, I’m sorry for…” And so, the word vomit began, it came laced with months and months of tears Mingi didn’t know he had yet to spill.

“Okay, okay. Mingi, calm down.” You moved closer to him, wiping his cheeks.

“Nothing’s okay if you are not here, Y/n. I’m not okay if you are not here, Yunho is not either.” He pointed to Yunho.

You turned to look at the taller man, only to find him in an equal or worse state than the man in front of you, “I’m so sorry, my love.” He said between gasps.

Seeing them like this was enough to put you in the same state.

“I miss you so much, Y/n,” Yunho said while coming close to you. Both of them surrounded you, trapping you between their arms and sobs. “I’m sorry for being an asshole, for not making you my priority.”

“We will do anything, whatever you want you’ve got it, just please don’t leave again, please,” Mingi begged.

“Okay, let's talk, please?”

They both nodded and so the night began.

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“You have to talk to me about how you are feeling, you cannot bottle up and expect me to be okay with not knowing what’s going on in your life.” You said leaning against the couch, playing with Mingi’s fingers.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to trouble you.”

“It doesn’t bother me. Yeah, I may not know all those fancy law terms you and Jongho use all the time,” He giggled, “but I want to know if things are going well, if you are having trouble with a client or if you are stressed about a case, and not find out by Jongho calling me to tell me how much of an asshole you are being at work.”

He groaned, “That fucking brat always tells on me.”

“And you,” You looked at Yunho, “when are going to stop that childish rivalry with Minho? You are both grown adults, he’s married and you are engaged, for god’s sake.” You spoke without thinking.

“I’m still engaged?” He looked at you, a little smirk on his face.

“You know what I mean.” You nudged slightly. Mingi was looking at you with the same look on his face, making you blush deeply.

Between laughs and memories, Yunho’s bright look decomposed. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips tightened in a line, he straightened himself and cleared his throat, “There is one thing I want to talk about.”

Both of you looked at him.

“Back at the club, and I know I don’t have any kind of right to complain, but,” He gulped, “What is going on with Chan.”

Oh, right. That.

“Um…, I…, um…” Trying to find the right words. Mingi straightened himself, confused about what Yunho was talking about.

“We won’t be mad; I only want to know if something is going on.”

“Well, um…, Han noticed I was a little distracted tonight, he knew I was still thinking about you two. And until that point, I didn’t know if we were over for good. So…” You scratched your eyebrow, “he suggested it may be time to move on, and that Chan could help me with that.” You mumbled that last part.

Silence.

“I thought Jisung liked us,” Mingi said, trying to lighten up the situation.

“And he does, he was just trying to be a good friend to me.”

“Did something else happen?” Yunho said directly. He needed to know.

You shook your head, “No, it was barely even a kiss.”

“If I hadn’t been there to stop it, would it have turned into anything else?”

“Yunho.” Mingi tried to stop him.

“It’s not fair of you to ask me that.”

“So, it would have.”

“Yunho.” Mingi tried again.

“I don’t know, okay? I have no clue what would have happened.” Your voice escalated.

“Did you think about it?” He kept going.

“What?”

“Did you ever think about doing it? Tonight, or any other night?”

“Okay, that’s enough. You have no fucking right to reproach me for anything, we are not together.” You got up, needing to get away from him.

“I have spent every single night crying myself to sleep because you are not here, Y/n. It hasn't even crossed my mind to move on from you.” He stood up.

“Don’t act like I’m the one who fucked up like I cheated or something.” You grabbed your bag and pulled down your skirt, “This was a mistake, I never should have come here.”

That’s when Mingi saw red sirens in his head, “No, no Y/n, please. Yunho, calm down. Please, let’s calm down.” The poor thing was a mess.

“I’m not going to stay here to hear him accusing me of things that never happened.”

“Yunho’s sorry, tell her you didn’t mean it.”

Yunho’s shoulder slumped, defeated, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. It’s… When I saw you two, I thought I had lost you. I saw all my fears from back in college coming true.”

“What fears?”

He looked at Mingi, who only nodded back. “Back when we had just started dating, we were a bit worried you felt like this relationship was… too much. You would want something more conventional. A relationship where people wouldn’t turn their heads to know why three people are holding hands and kissing. Or one where you didn’t have to answer, how does it work? Over and over again.” His voice cracked at the end.

Mingi took over, “You never told us about Chan, we found out because Jisung talked about it once when he was drunk. We worried there was something else there, some unresolved feelings, I don’t know. And that someday you would go back to him. Throughout the years that fear dissolved, but when we knew you were staying with him. Well, we didn’t know what to think.”

“Whatever I had with Chan ended the day I met you, I’ve only wanted you since that night. Why didn’t you talk to me?”

“As you’ve seen, we are not the best at communication.” Yunho let out a nervous laugh. “I’m so sorry, for all the things I said. It wasn’t my place to ask.”

You got closer to him, “I’m sorry for getting so defensive.” You took his face in your hands, caressing his lip with your thumb, “I love you, Yunho.”

“I love you too.”

“And I love you.” You said taking Mingi’s hand in yours, “but I want you both to understand things are not completely okay because I’m here. I need to know what I’m getting myself into, I can’t go back to feeling like that. I need to be sure it won’t happen again, I get you both being busy, but neglecting me is a whole other story. We’ll go step by step, okay?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Mingi, we talked about going slow.”

“I know, I know. I can’t believe you are back here.” He leaned closer, “so, can I?”

And you may be aching,

“Yes, please.” You whispered against his lips.

But you were also weak.

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yuusishi · 1 year

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Hmmm. I've got it!

Could I request headcanons of Epel, Riddle and Lilia (the short squad) with a s/o who's a tiny speedy powerhouse? Like their so small and petite but can pack a punch that can knock out a grown man and can run faster than the eye can see.

. . . BITE SIZED PUNCH!!

summary : the bowtie trio with a strong and speedy s/o !

pairings : Riddle Rosehearts , Epel Felmier , Lilia Vanrouge

genre : fluff , slight crack

cws/tws : fights and mentions of injury

a/n : I jus finished the lantern rite story in genshin and FUCK I cried for 10 mins, hope you enjoy the product of me trying not to fall asleep after crying <3

Riddle Rosehearts !!

Riddle probably didn’t meet you, or properly get to know you to be more accurate, until after his overblot. His impression on you for so long was just “small, most likely around my height, but very speedy”.

If you’re in Heartslabyul he most likely had you help around with more outdoor activities like cutting the hedges and gathering the hedgehogs since you can do more work and cover more ground.

But after officially becoming his s/o, that was when he discovered that GOSH you are strong.

He walked to a secluded hallway towards the library when he saw you getting picked on by a bunch of savanaclaw students, all of them double, no, triple your size.

Just when he was about to intervene you struck one of them up the chin and sent him flying.

Guy just stood there like 🧍‍♂️ the entire time.

“[Name], what in the Great Seven happened here!?” you heard him yelling from behind you and you thoroughly explained even if he witnessed the entire one sided brawl.

He helped you clean yourself up and take care of any injuries if you got any while giving you a VERY thorough scolding.

No matter how tired, exasperated, and angry he starts to sound while giving you a scolding, he doesn’t mean it. Although he cares about you and his’s reputations, they don’t come first to your safety and that’s Riddle’s number 1 priority.

The type to get EXTREMELY flustered when he complains about the once in a blue moon event of running late for class and you settle on picking him up off the ground and sprinting to each others’ classrooms.

Straight up almost blacks out on the spot, but both of you weren't late, so in the end he didn't complain <3

Epel Felmier !!

“YEAH, GET HIS ASS, [NAME].”

Your number 1 supporter when you (reluctantly) have to fight against a student.

WILL go feral once one of them seriously hurts you though. One of them could’ve just given you a scratch but Epel will return that tenfold for you.

I don’t think it needs to be said about how often you two get into scoldings with Vil and the punishments that occur.

So now you both settle with just doing heavy-lifting for events such as the VDC, mostly you though since Epel’s busy with performance practice.

When it was VDC season and his group had to pass by the stage where you worked to build, dude literally has to fight for his life not to become redder than the apples back at home when he sees you picking up the construction materials with ease.

Especially with Ace there 💀

As much as he wants to witness you fight even more he’d rather not get himself and you in any more hot water with Vil.

Definitely wants to help you and would rather spend his time working on the stage than all this dance practice, especially with you!!

If you pick him up and start running he’d be scared at first then start to enjoy the feeling of the wind hitting his face, carefree laughter belonging to you two filling wherever you are.

Sometimes, though, he gets jealous. He’s the same height and stature as you, but how are you stronger than him? You have to give him some reassurance or time alone based on his mood, but treat him to something after to not make him feel guilty over being jealous and to take his mind off those thoughts!

Lilia Vanrouge !!

You just surprise the old man every time you’re with him.

Like Riddle, Lilia didn’t have much of an opinion at you at first, you just kind of blended in the crowd for him before you both met.

But the first official time he saw you properly was during alchemy class when your cauldron was mere seconds away from exploding, you managed to pick it up and somehow toss it out the window.

Thankfully, it didn’t damage the sports field nor hit anyone, but you had to sit through a 2 hour lecture from Crewel because the two scenarios could’ve happened.

Malleus and Lilia were in the class with you and witnessed the entire spectacle, the smaller fae couldn’t help but babble on to the briar prince about how a tiny human could’ve picked up a cauldron that you were barely larger than, the only thing that Malleus said was how it reminded him of Lilia before letting him continue rambling.

The next day the tiny fae approached you for the first time, effortlessly making a conversation with you, and everything else that happened in the progression of your relationship is history.

He’s really amused as to how a human like you could even exist, you have no special blood right? Like ones of fae, beastmen, or mermen? No? Now you’ve just piqued his interest even more.

Your responses to his questions is just “I’ve just been like this since I was a child, maybe some things I did helped me build muscle”, and the interrogations continues.

After school Lilia likes having races with you, he soars through the sky while you ran as fast as you could on the ground. And to any student who knew of Lilia’s past (aka Silver, Sebek, and Malleus), they’d be in for a shock once they find out that most of the time it ended in a tie, even more if they were to witness one of those races for themselves.

Other students marvel at your strength but the diasomnia students pray to the Seven you’re strong enough manage to eat Lilia’s cooking.

If you do, the students look at you as if they’d made a scientific breakthrough, if you don’t, well they’re not surprised.

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crazyk-imagine · 11 months

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Mended Relationships and the Future

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x Fem!reader Characters: Fem!reader, Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Keeley Jones, Jamie Tartt, Rebecca Welton, Isaac Mcadoo, Colin Hughs, Sam Obisanya, Dani Rojas, Jan Maas, Roy Kent, literally all of the players (I just can’t think of their names) Warnings: Slight angst, fluff, cursing, mentions of pregnancies, mentions of reader not taking care of themselves (don’t do this), Jamie being sweet, reader and Jamie being dummies for a second, the team being so goddamn adorable, the team gives such family vibes, Jamie pretending the reader and he are engaged so he can stay with her, Ted and Beard are a powerful duo, this is my favorite TL fic that I’ve written Word Count: 3,783

A/N: Bits and pieces are based on this post

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You walk into the coach’s office with your hands in your hoodie pocket, clutching onto your phone to keep your hands busy. "Why did you wake me up and force me here, Ted?"

"That's not a can-do attitude."

Your expression doesn't change, if anything, you look more tired and drained. Another reason why the mustached man got you out of your home. "Ted."

He sighs. "I wanted to check in on you, haven't seen you in a minute."

You sigh. "I would prefer it if I were in my bed right now to be honest with you."

"After we go out to lunch."

"I want to be out of here before I run into..." You pause when you almost say his name. "You know what- I'm just- I’m gonna go." You barely turn around and hear the door open.

It takes you less than a second to duck, which makes Ted feel a little bad but doesn't change his mind.

He knows you two need to talk, especially when neither of you want to admit who broke up with who... or why it happened.

Your emotions take a toll on your body again and you crawl towards the trash can, dry heaving until you feel it coming up (again).

Beard kindly closes the door before anyone could walk in or hear you as Ted rubs the space between your shoulders.

"How long have you been feeling like this?"

You shrug.

"How long?" He asks again.

"A few weeks."

Ted glances over at his long-time buddy with wide eyes. "Please don't get upset or take offense when I ask this but have you-"

'Play dumb. Play dumb.' "Have I what? Use words, my brain isn't functioning off your noises."

"Is there a possibility that you could be, you know, with child?"

Your head snaps up. 'He knows.' "Why would you ask that?"

"You have a few of the signs."

"When was the last time you went to a doctor?" Beard chimes in.

"A while ago."

"So, you know?"

"Whether or not I'm pregnant with my ex-boyfriend’s baby, who coincidentally told me he doesn't want kids just as I wanted to tell him I do. Yeah, it was right as I was about to tell him I am with child, which is why I've been dodging all of you but you and Beard here," you point to Ted's sidekick, who waves. "Dragged me out of my house."

"Oh, honey."

"Does he know?" Coach beard intervenes (again).

"What do you mean?"

"You said, you wanted to tell him... did you?" Ted politely asks.

"He broke up with me, so I didn't give him my surprise, but I tell people it was mutual because he asked me if," the tears roll down your cheeks. "If it was okay. The fucking ex-cockiest player of all, asked me if I was going to be okay, so of course I said yes and then he left. We haven't spoken since."

"He should know."

"I know but he is scared to death to have his own kids. Why would I-" You scoot back and rest your head against the wall. "I want to go home. I have a few things coming later today and I need to be there for them. It’s time I start," you take a deep breath. “Getting things ready.”

"We can get those later, I've gotta make sure you're okay right now."

"I'd be better if this nausea, vomiting combo would go away."

"Do you want me to have Keeley get you a ginger ale or something?"

"Yeah."

The door opens and there she is. She stares at you with the same look she gives you every time you throw up. "I had a feeling you were going to need this."

Jamie sees what he imagines is a glimpse of you sitting in his coach’s office. He furrows his brows, wondering if it was really, you or if it's a figment of his imagination... again.

It wouldn’t be the first time this week.

"What?" She practically screams when Ted tells her on behalf of you, the Jamie not knowing part; she already knew you were pregnant, but she thought he knew and decided not to be in either of your lives. Now she feels a little bad about not being nice to him.

You bury your head in your hands. "Shut up. Don't shout anymore, please."

"Can you blame me? That's big fucking news babes. I thought he already knew."

"Yeah, I know. Just, shut the door please."

She doesn't, so you push yourself up and close the door.

You sway as you take a step back, “oh, boy.” You can hear their voices but not hear their words. You feel yourself falling backwards before it fades to darkness.

Ted and Beard catch you, carefully laying you down so the latter can call for an ambulance.

Jamie steps closer to the office, sensing something’s happened. He opens the door and his jaw dropped as he’s about to ask what's going on until his eyes land on you.

He immediately falls to his knees beside you, holding your face in his hands, not caring about the rug burn that’s going to ache later. "What happened?"

No one responds.

"What fucking happened?"

Ted doesn't feel he should be the one to tell him and does all that he can to try and calm down his player. "She's fine, she probably didn't have enough to eat for breakfast, is all."

"Bullshit. She's done that before and never fainted before." He stares down, studying your face. "So, why is she fucking unconscious?"

You don't know anything that happened within the last few hours.

All you know is that there is an annoying beeping sound coming from the side of you and your one hand is warmer than it normally is.

You slowly open your eyes, blinking multiple times as you try to adjust to the lighting. You look for the source of the warmth and find Jamie, holding your hand with his head rested on his arm with his head facing you.

The door opens and you find Ted peaking in.

The way his shoulder sags in relief makes you feel bad.

He tiptoes closer and lets you know what happened.

"Why is he here?"

He smiles as he peaks over at the sleepy man. "He didn't leave your side."

"How did he know?"

"He came in as we were calling for an ambulance. You scared him, he would barely let the paramedics help."

"Isn't family only allowed in here?"

"Apparently you two are engaged."

You owlishly blink. "What?"

"He said you two were engaged and he needed, no, no. That's not right, he demanded, there it is. He demanded to be in the room with you. I wasn't here for most of it. In the room I mean but I think he knows because he looked very shocked and then came in here when they told him he could and hasn’t left since."

The coach ignores the fact that your heart monitor spikes as you ask, "he knows?"

"I think so."

Jamie moves a little in his sleep.

"That's my cue to leave."

"Wait- no. Ted. Come back." You glance between him and Jamie. "Ted," you hiss. "Come back here."

Jamie squeezes your hand as he slowly begins to wake up.

You look back at him just in time to hear the door close. You throw your head back and sigh.

"Sweetheart?"

You slowly turn your head to stare at him, your eyes becoming sad.

His shoulders sag in relief as a slow sigh escapes his parted lips. "How are you feeling? I should- I should go get the doctor, shouldn't I?"

You reach for him, grabbing onto him before he could leave. "Jaim. Jaim?"

He doesn't turn around but settles back into his seat.

"Jam-Jam?"

A sniffle fills the room.

"Jamie, look at me."

He shakes his head. You tighten your grip on his arm, ignoring the familiar burning sensation in your nose. "Jamie, I need you to look at me."

"Why?" He sniffles, staring at you with his now, bloodshot eyes. "Were you ever going to tell me?"

"Don't throw that question my way, Tartt."

"No more, Jam-Jam?"

"I was going to tell you."

"What? After the birth?"

"I'm more tempted to now." You wipe the stray tear that tipped past your eye lid before he could see. "I initially planned on telling you right when you broke up with me but, we see how well that turned out."

“Wh- is that what you had been trying to do the whole time?”

You nod and lean forward, drawing him into you; needing to comfort him and be comforted all at once.

He moves closer to you, closing his eyes at the feeling of your hand against his face; something he hasn’t felt in what feels like, forever. He hadn’t realized you were wiping away his tears.

“I wanted to figure out the best way to tell you because, I mean we hadn’t exactly talked about us having kids before and I kind of figured that with everything that went on with your dad. I thought it was going to make it hard for you to think that you could be a good dad. Which, I think is stupid.”

He opens his mouth to ask what you mean until you continue.

“I mean, how could you not be a good dad because personally I think you’d be absolutely fucking phenomenal.”

“Yeah?”

You nod, “big time. You’re already doing better than your dad.”

“What do you mean?”

You smile and sniff. “You’re not making any of the stupid decisions he has.”

“I made one.”

You tilt your head. “What was that?”

“I broke up with you. I just-” He pulls back from you (something he does when he feels like he’s undeserving of something). “I thought- I thought you were pulling away to break up with me and you couldn’t figure out how to do it, so I-”

“So, you thought breaking up with me first, was a better option?”

He nods, scratching his head.

“Come closer.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he weakly argues.

“Come here.”

He scoots the chair closer.

“I need you to be honest with me when I ask these questions, okay?”

He nods.

You sigh through your nose and reach for his hand. “Is there any part of you that does not want to be a part of either of our lives?”

“No.”

“Do you want to be with me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to leave any time soon?”

“The fuck do you take me for? I’m not going to leave you ever,” he stands up and bends down, staring into your eyes before leaning down to kiss you. “Okay? I love you too fucking much to let you go again. I hated being away from you.”

“Same here but, I’m really happy you’re here… even if it was because I fainted.”

“Speaking of, why did that happen exactly?”

“I- well- I hadn’t had anything-”

“Let’s just cut the bullshit, have you been taking proper care of yourself since we were separated?”

You shamefully shake your head.

He doesn’t show his disappointment, but you know it’s there.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle.

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry. Isn’t that- crying is stressful on the baby, ain’t it?”

“Not so much- I mean, maybe?”

“Okay, well.” He grabs your hands, bringing your attention to him. “Let’s take a few deep breathes so we can calm down for Baby Tartt.” You can’t help but chuckle. “Do do do doo.”

“Listen to you. Guess I rubbed off on you, eh?” You roll your eyes, not believing that for a second. “Does any of what you’ve said within the last two minutes sound anything like what your dad could say?”

“Not in the least bit.”

“See, exactly. It further proves you’re different and how much you’ve grown from the cocky man who couldn’t care less about anyone else.”

“Hey. That’s someone we don’t speak of.”

“Of course,” you salute him. You two can barely keep your amusement to yourselves and break into a fit of smiles and giggles.

He stares at you, watching as you wipe your cheeks and leans up, kissing your forehead before placing his on top of your head. “I was,” he hesitates to finish his sentence.

You nod and cup his cheek, letting him know you’re there, a simple gesture to let him know you want to hear what he has to say.

“-so scared when I saw you lying there unconscious.”

Your heart drops at the way his voice cracks. “Jaim. Jaim. Look at me.”

He shakes his head.

You don’t push any further and instead opt for bringing him closer, letting him rest against your chest, squeezing you in a hug.

It takes a few minutes before Jamie manages to calm himself down enough to revert back to your adorable boyfriend. “Oh, shit. I didn’t hurt the baby, did I?” He asks, now scared to touch you.

“No. You didn’t.”

You hold out your hand for him, “do you trust me?”

He nods, “’course I do.”

“Give me your hand.”

He slowly inches his hand closer and closer to you.

You huff and reach for him. “Are you ready?”

He doesn’t move or make a noise as you place his hand over your belly. “Am I supposed to be feeling anything?”

“Other than knowing the fact you are going to be a father soon enough, no. I’m not that far along for us to feel any kicking.”

He bends down as a breath of relief escapes him. “Thank god, I thought I was supposed to feel kicking or something and I didn’t, which scared me the hell out of me because I thought he already hated me.”

“He?”

“I mean, hello,” he gestures to himself. You roll your eyes and take your hand back from him. “You’re so going to be cursed with girls.” “How can you say that?”

“Have you met yourself?”

“I have and we’re actually quite happy together, sorry for the late notice, sweetheart.”

You close your eyes and let out a dramatic sigh.

Ted peaks his head in through the door. “I see you two have talked things out? Hopefully, if not. No pressure. Well, maybe a little seeing as I have everyone waiting in the hall.”

“Everyone?” You repeat.

The coach nods. “Give me second.” He looks back over his shoulder, pretending to count, “one, two, four. Yep, everyone.”

You place your hand on your forehead. “Suddenly the thought of everyone knowing makes me nauseous.”

“Hey, hey. Look at me.”

You turn your head and look at your favorite person ever… for now.

“If we can get through the team being little shits and the press making unnecessary comments about our relationship, we can get through the team knowing.”

“We can?” He gives you an affirmative nod, “we can.”

“We can.”

“Atta girl.”

“Alright, guys. They said okay,” Ted waves everyone in.

“I suddenly realize how many of you there actually are,” you comment.

Sam, Dani, and Colin chuckled.

“As captain, I feel like it’s my duty to ask,” Isaac leans closer to you, talking to you in a softer tone than his normal one. “How are you?”

You smile, “I’m better now.”

“Good, that’s what we like to hear. Ain’t that right, team?”

“Yes, coach!”

“And now I’m scared.”

“Oh, don’t be scared especially when you’re carrying a special bundle of joy,” the mustached man points out.

“Oh fuck.”

“Something the matter, Roy?” Ted asks.

“Yeah. She’s carrying Tartt’s baby.”

“I’m pretty sure they covered that topic back in school but continue.”

“There’s going to be a baby brought into the world soon.”

“Yeah?” Ted glances over at Beard, who shrugs.

“With his blood coursing through its veins,” he points to your ex-not-ex-boyfriend.

It’s quiet for three seconds before everyone groans and rolls their eyes, they think about what it could be like with a baby Jamie.

“Hey, hey now. Let’s not think about something as crazy as that because this baby is a good thing.”

“Yeah?” Jamie whispers, glancing back at Ted, not letting go of your hand.

“Yes, it is,” the coach nods. “You’re going to go through one of the many joys life brings you.”

“What’s that?”

“Fatherhood… that, may or may not mix with a lot of uncles and two aunts who decide they want to spend time with the little booger.”

“Would one of those many figures happen to include you, coach?”

“No,” Ted shakes his head.

“Not at all, Beard.”

The door opens and heads turn.

“Hi, I’m just here to-” The nurse takes note of the number of people in the room. “I’m sorry but I��m going to have to ask anyone but the father and mother of the child to leave.”

“Is it not believable that a woman could have this many boyfriends?” Jan asks.

“Shut up.” A shoe aimed at his head, hits the wall and lands on the floor with a thud.

The guys decide it’s time for them to leave, which lets you two see the few things the team has gotten, and it makes you tear up, freaking Jamie out.

And he doesn’t want to admit it out loud, but it was really nice of them team to do.

“Should we open some presents?” Ted softly asks, placing one in your lap.

“Didn’t the nurse just kick you out.”

“I’m your dad.”

“We’re your dads,” Beard adds.

You glance over at Jamie.

He shrugs, not completely hating the idea of having these two around. “I would’ve liked to know about my new parents beforehand. What’s next? Roy’s my uncle.”

“No, he’s a granddad more than anything,” Jamie chimes in.

You wipe your cheeks and smile at him before gently pulling the tissue paper out of your way. You pull out a onesie that looks normal, until you unfold it and inspect it. You sniffle as you hold it up for Jamie to see.

He doesn’t realize why you’re crying until he reads what the back of it, “Tartt 9”. He doesn’t feel the tears trickling down his cheeks until you wipe his cheeks.

“Jaim?”

He shakes his head and pulls you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head, over and over again.

Ted smiles behind his phone.

“We should probably give them some time alone.”

“You think?” He asks.

Beard nods.

Ted sighs, “okie dokie.”

They hold their hands up to wave, only to find your face squished against Jamie’s chest, barely able to wave them off.

You and Jamie wind up opening every one of the other gifts, enjoying each other’s company after being apart for so long.

“I think we should name it Jamie.”

“Baby Tartt is not an it, it’s a baby,” you argue.

“And we’re not naming them Jamie.”

“Why not? It’s a good name.”

“I’m not saying it’s a bad name but, we want our little pumpkin to be able to grow into their own, right?”

“We-” He sighs, thinking about it, already knowing you were right. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Was that everything?”

“I don’t know.” He glances over, finding a bag left on the floor, partially hidden so you couldn’t find it unless you were really looking. He grabs it and sets it in your lap. “What do you think it is?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug and move it closer for him to open (feeling you’ve done enough of the unveiling with presents).

He pulls a figure out of the bag. “A bike?” Jamie brows furrows together in confusion until he thinks about it. The light bulb goes off in his head, everything clicking together, and he smiles.

“Is there a card?”

“I hope so.”

Now you’re confused.

He pulls out what looks like a plain index card. “Free one learn how to ride a bike pass.” He chuckles.

“I’m lost.”

“Remember how I told you I had something funny I wanted to tell you a couple months ago, but I couldn’t because the shithead was making me train, even though Ted gave us the night off.” He huffs and sits back in the chair.

“Okay, I don’t need the background information, just give me the synopsis.”

“Right,” he straightens his back. “I taught Roy how to ride a bike in memory of his granddad.”

“You did?”

“Yeah,” he nods with a smile.

“And he let you?”

“Not without trying to hurt me but I did it.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Yea- really?”

“Of course, I’m proud of you. You taught the world’s grumpiest man how to ride a bike and lived to tell the tale.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Of course, I’m right.”

“I hope the baby doesn’t get your cockiness.”

“My cockiness? What about yours?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.”

“You lie.”

He fake gasps and slaps his hand on his chest. “I take offense to that.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“You should be. We don’t want this one’s first word to be a lie.”

“It wouldn’t, don’t be mean,” you whine.

“I’m not. I’m just being me.”

“Yeah, and that’s mean.”

He smiles and shakes his head.

You start folding a few of the blankets the guys got, feeling the need to do something. “Hey, look. They got one with sharks.”

“We don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl.”

“Girls can like boy things too.”

“Do you really want to be asked if we have a boy or a girl every day.”

“Don’t be mean.” You smile, holding it close to your chest. “I like it. Baby Tartt, do do doo doo. Baby Tart, do do doo doo.”

He groans, “please stop.”

“Never.”

You stiffle a yawn.

“Come on,” he takes away the few things on your lap and blanket from your hands. “You need to rest.”

“But I don’t want to.”

He smiles at the whining tone in your voice. “I know but it’ll do the two of you well.”

“Fine,” you tell him with a pout. “But sit by me. I… I’ve missed you.”

“How can I say no to my girlfriend?” Jamie settles beside you and lets you lay against his chest.

As you sleep and he’s bored, searching through the hospital’s shitty channels, he stumbles upon something interesting, an old childhood show he used to watch.

You open your eyes to hear the song you briefly sang earlier.

“Doo doo. Baby Tartt, do do doo doo.”

“Jam-Jam?”

“Hey,” he clears his throat. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. What were you doing?”

He shrugs.

You smile and snuggle back into him. “I won’t tell anyone.”

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chiefdirector · 5 months

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Preparing | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

Part One | Part Two

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If Chen’s intel was correct, (Y/N) was still out there. Tim and Lucy had done some more digging into her former partner, Detective Williamson. Apparently he had abandoned the assignment when things had gone south, he fled from the scene, leaving (Y/N) without backup. He had left (Y/N) to fend for herself.

According to his confession, he had kept an eye out on her, but never intervened. He chose to spend the rest of his life in solitude rather than return home a coward. Tim clenched his jaw, listening to the cowardice spew from the man’s lips.

“I should’ve gone back, but they could’ve killed me!” He pleaded, as if it justified his actions.

Despite the self control Tim prided himself on, he couldn’t help but lunge at the man. “Why about her, huh?” He roared. “What about her life! You could’ve gotten her killed!”

Grey grabbed Bradford as soon as he saw him move. Tim didn’t have the time to reach the man before he was handled out of the room.

“Hey! Watch it.” Grey let go of his grip once the door shut behind them. “You attack him and he can walk free. You know this.”

“He’s the reason she’s not here. He took her from me!”

“And he’s the only chance we have at getting her back. Like it or not, we need him.”

Tim huffed. “I know.”

“Now go calm down before I have you removed from this assignment.” The Sargent turned to walk back into the interrogation room. “Have everyone meet in the conference room in fifteen minutes. We need a plan.”

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Tim could feel every pair of eyes in the room zero in on him as he entered.

It was to be expected. The case of Detective (Y/N) Bradford was one thought to be a lost cause. Cases like hers rarely, if ever, tend to get leads so late in the game. The fact that there was a new lead this late in the game was rare, it was rarer that the spouse was directly involved. Most of the cops who had been involved with the initial stages of her case were there, including the original detectives. Tim hated them, these detectives were (Y/N)’s coworker and they had failed her, everyone in this room had failed her; Tim had failed her. And he hated everyone, including himself, for it.

The newer faces in the room, people who had transferred to the station, people who hated being assigned to the original search, and of course the new rookies, did not know the significance of this lead, this was just like every other day for them, Tim envied that.

Tim took his seat near the back of the room, it had been left empty for him. Despite their gawking at his arrival to the conference room, they knew he was coming. It wasn't a surprise, mostly everyone at Mid-Wilshire knew how devoted Bradford was to his wife, not many men would have held out for their wives this long.

“Right,” Grey said, bringing the attention from Tim to himself. Tim let out a small sigh of relief from the diversion but quickly straightened his posture as not to show any emotion. Even though his mind was swirling with thoughts and bubbling emotions, he would not let it show, not now, not here. He raised his head, straightened his shoulders, and looked towards Sargent Grey as the Watch Commander continued talking. “Most of you know why we are here, and for those who don't, or just need a refresher, pay close attention.”

Papers shuffled as most in the room took out pens to take notes.

Grey quickly shot a look of reassurance towards Tim. “In the files before you, you will see the case of Detective (Y/N) Bradford. She disappeared on the job nearly two years ago, it started as a missed check-in with the lead detective on her undercover operation but neither her, nor her partner was heard from again. Or so we thought until Officer Chen discovered that the partner wasn’t missing but was in fact hiding from us.”

Grey gestured to Lucy who stood up next to him. She looked at him expectantly, moving to the podium when he stood back for her to take over. “That’s right. Detective Williamson is currently in an interrogation room. He confessed to endangering Detective Bradford’s life by trading her’s for his own. He allowed the cartel they were hunting to let him go in trade for information on her. Everything from her address to her favourite soda. They knew everything they could ever want to, and then some. Which explains why she has not been seen, she most likely went into hiding herself.”

Chen stood back once again, allowing Sagrent Grey to take over, but Tim couldn’t hear what he said. All he could think about was that his wife had been in danger for so long. If this cartel knew everything about her, then they knew about him too. (Y/N) was smart, she would have realised that almost immediately. Tim couldn't help the thought that he was the reason she had stayed away all this time. He was meant to protect her and he could have been part of the reason she was in danger all this time.

The grinding of chairs against the linoleum floors brought his attention back, yet he stayed seated, watching his colleagues shuffle out of the room towards their new assignments. Lucy stayed where she stood as Grey made his way to sit next to Tim.

“Nobody will blame you if you take a step back now, if this is too much…”

“If you were me, would you step back?”

Grey looked down, pretending to consider what he would do, but he needn’t as there wouldn't be a question as to what he would do.

“Exactly, so please, tell me what I can do.”

The watch commander nodded, placing a case file onto the table.

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igncrxntripley · 1 year

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their secret weapon pt. 10

synopsis: two hall of famers challenge the judgement day - both in the ring and in their personal lives.

a/n: threw this together to go in tandem with the piece @witcherfromwallachia wrote recently! i recommend reading that piece before this so it all makes a little more sense, but since her writing uses a self-inserted character this piece uses y/n if that’s something you’re into. more will come as well about SW’s relationship with edge and beth so look out for that as well!

mentions: fem!reader, poly!judgement day, minor descriptions of violence in the ring, slight anxiety/panic, kayfabe compliant

taglist: @thesithdiaries @cassiesgreta @roseheartsworld @theworldofotps @babybatlover @ripleyswhore @auburnwrites @obl1vionblackhart @emogoblin-666 @hereliespumpkin @blxxdshxteyes @neptune-lover @bunnysmyname @i-have-issues-lol @ares-athena @thatonepansexual2000 @witcherfromwallachia @christinabae

everything was going considerably well for y/n and the judgement day. finn was getting better every day when it came to not being as harsh on his partners, and his new demeanor had begun to make everyone else in their little family relax as well. they spent more time with one another having fun - something they all had missed out on for quite some time - and they got to show one another why they were all meant to be as a group. things were perfect.

but someone came and decided to ruin that fun for everyone. and that someone came in the form of edge; a man y/n had looked up to for years, a man who led her through the ins and outs of the industry alongside his wife...the man who started the exact group she was apart of now. not only was edge all of those things, but he seemed to be turning into the man who put y/n in the position to distance herself from her newfound family.

--- ---

"you're mad because i picked them." y/n noted softly during her backstage conversation with edge. the two stood, hidden amongst sound equipment boxes and tools, as the secret weapon to the judgement day was manipulated by a man she saw as a father figure.

edge looked down at y/n and shook his head. "no, i’m worried and concerned because they picked you." he said. the look on his face told a slightly different story as the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth tightened in frustration. "last year, shortly after war games if I remember correctly, i swore i was going to end the monster I created." he started in a hushed but tense tone of voice. even with the cameras who had approached them to get this moment in action, hoping to find a hall of famer ripping the shy new girl into pieces, y/n had other plans.

"so you're putting the weight of your mistake on me because i took an offer from the people who not only my surrogate father picked over me, but also dislocated my shoulder last year at the rumble when she eliminated me." y/n started, standing toe to toe with her hero. “you're upset that while you were gone, someone else took me by the hand and told me that i wasn't the mistake but those above me. you're upset because the force you created to give talent like me a platform came for me despite you turning your back on me from the moment damian intervened at mania. you only seemed to notice me again after the they decided they didn't need you, so finn kicked your ass."

“watch your tone, kiddo.” edge said, that phrase being one that would normally turn y/n into a puddle of tears. not anymore, though.

“no.” she spat, acid laced through her tone. “i’m not the same kid you and beth met when i was in NXT. or the same person you walked away from me to make your own little group - a group that you never treated right in the first place.” y/n challenged edge, a smirk tugging up at her lips. “i’m their secret weapon. the fifth member of the judgement day. and i stand on equal ground with four people who love and care about me and my success more than you ever did.”

--- ---

It had been a few weeks since both edge and beth confronted y/n in their own instances backstage. all of her partners knew about her conversations with them, and now it was time to unpack it all with four people who knew how to calm her down more than anything.

a rare weekend, where all of them got to be home before elimination chamber, was the perfect time for y/n to be with her partners and discuss everything that had been going on. they knew bits and pieces of the conversations with edge and beth, but they hadn’t gotten their girl’s perspective on it yet. they all sat on their big, comfy couch in the living room; y/n in dominik’s lap with her back to his chest, finn with his head in damian’s lap, and rhea shoved against dominik’s side with his arm over her shoulder. the australian busied herself by playing with y/n’s hair, each of then listening intently to her side of the story.

“i hate this.” y/n mumbled, fidgeting with dominik’s fingers. “i don’t get why he can’t just leave you guys alone. i don’t care if he talks to me like that or if he’s upset with something i did...but he always has to bring you guys into it.” she closed her eyes as rhea’s fingers gently worked at her scalp to help relax her, it being obvious at how much this conversation overwhelmed her. “he’s thinks i did something wrong...but i don’t get what’s wrong about finding my place with people who care about me.”

her last sentence made damian and finn smile, but they both quickly collected their thoughts before finn spoke up. “nothing is probably ever going to make him okay with you doing this, love.” he told her softly, his hand reaching out to rub her thigh over the blanket she was cuddled under. “but it’s not your fault. we promise.”

damian nodded as his own fingers played with finn’s hair. “anything we did was going to make him upset.” he added softly. “don’t listen to him, princesa. you’re allowed to be your own person.”

y/n nodded, leaning her hand back against dominik’s shoulder and letting him kiss her temple. “i’m not the same kid he met in NXT.” she said quietly. “i’m better than that.” and all of her partners nodded in agreement, because they knew she was right; hell, she probably wouldn’t have gotten there without the four of them.

rhea offered a small smile to y/n and pushed some hair behind her ear. “damn right you’re better than that.” she chuckled. “and you’re ours. that’s better than anything he could give you.”

all of her partners were right. and the moments like this, when they all were together and exchanging gentle words with one another, reminded y/n why she continued to be with them. it reminded her why she wasn’t just a member of their group...she was their family. and they were hers.

dominik was the next to speak up as his grip on both girls tightened. “don’t worry about them, baby.” he told her softly. “it’s our one weekend that we get at home. don’t let their ridiculousness worry you this much. we can always deal with it when we go back to work.” y/n knew dom was right; they rarely got to be home anymore, so she was going to enjoy this time with all of her partners together on the couch and not stuck at the airport.

damian smirked. “i could think of a couple different ways to take your mind off of it.” he teased softly, making y/n playfully roll her eyes and cuddle further into dominik.

“you do that, i’m going to take a nap.” she teased him, the rest of their partners chuckling and following suit as they held one another on the couch.

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monday night raw, two weeks before elimination chamber 2023.

"the thing is, the thing is- i started the judgement day with the intention of elevating underutilized and recognized talent.” edge said, standing in the ring alongside beth as they spoke about the judgement day. “and i succeeded. every member is miles better than they were a year ago. and well, then there's dom." edge always knew how to get to the crowd and get them on his side; dom was an easy target, but no one in the judgement day found those jokes funny. "now i know, you all would like me to address the elephant in the room but i’ll get back to that in a second…"

what edge and beth didn’t see, was y/n backstage with her partners watching the entire situation unfold. the two people y/n saw as family, as surrogate parents when her own didn’t give her the support she needed, stood in the ring and spat nothing but hatred and sarcasm towards the people she loved; but it was about to get much, much worse.

“now i am not a man that is used to feeling helpless, but when rhea hit beth with those brass knuckles and held that chair in her hand at extreme rules - i knew what was coming. and i was powerless to stop it. so congrats, judgment day. but also-" the hall of famer stopped suddenly, popping his lips after a moment, "there was someone else ringside during that match, wasn't there, beth?"

tears filled in y/n’s eyes. she knew where this was going, and that memory alone caused tears to fill in her eyes again. watching someone she viewed as a mother figure, a role model...be beaten helplessly by someone who would eventually turn into her partner? it was a fucked up memory in the deep pits of her head - one that she’d barely been able to unpack with the judgement day - but now she was going to have to be confronted with it all over again.

“they’re wrong...they’re so wrong for this...” y/n mumbled, her arms crossed and finn standing next to her with his arm around her waist. “they know what they’re doing and they don’t even care.”

“breathe, mi princesa.” damian warned softly, his own eyes still watching the monitor closely. he could feel the anxiety radiating off of y/n, but he wasn’t sure anything he did in the moment was going to make it better.

edge started back up again, fake hurt all over his face as he spoke. “ i remember a certain NXT superstar being backstage that night.” he said. “i remember that certain NXT star crying inconsolably over beth as people rushed out to help her. i remember one arm around her shoulders, and the other hand nervously stroking my wife's face to make sure both of them were okay. not only that, but i remember wrapping my arms around that young girl once we got backstage to make sure she was okay before going to check on beth.” y/n sniffled and looked down at her feet at the memory, her partners each looking at her with sadness. they knew they caused that moment...they caused that pain. yet they hadn’t talked about it.

y/n watched as she became nothing more than a plot point for this feud; no longer was she the fifth member of the judgement day, but she was the young girl caught between the two hall of famers and the group that loved her. she hated this. and there was nothing she could do except listen to edge spew utter hatred.

beth was the next to speak up, her voice breaking y/n down even more. “i’ve spoken with y/n about her recent addition to the judgement day.” she started, the crowd booing once again. “and when i spoke to her, she presented the same story as dominik; feeling betrayed by the people she loved, feeling like there was something better out there for her...and she’s right. there’s always something better.” beth looked into the camera, and y/n could feel that nausea in her stomach once again. “but honey, this isn’t the answer.”

y/n hadn’t even heard anything else said, both over the monitor or by her partners. she didn’t even realize edge had challenged finn and rhea to a match at elimination chamber. damian gave her pointers about the interruption they were about to make, dominik was whispering to her to make sure she could even go out there, and she didn’t hear a single word. her body reacted faster than her mind did, and before she realized it she was following her partners out of gorilla and into the ring.

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damian kept a hand on y/n’s lower back the entire time. her rage pumping through her body as she stared down beth and edge sent shockwaves through his own body, and finn and dominik stayed just as close by in case they needed to get her out of the ring. but they also gave her the room to speak up for herself and her partners, even if it resulted in her mentors slightly ridiculing her. she was waiting for the ring to open up and provide her with an escape, but instead she was stuck there in the middle of the arena; all eyes on her, laughing and booing when put up against her mentors who obviously had the leg up on the audience.

finn accepted the challenge without any hesitation. he called his match at extreme rules against edge ‘child’s play’, knowing that match alone did enough damage to edge and beth alone that anything else would be catastrophic. but edge wasn’t going to allow them to have the last word. “everything i said about you being better is true.” he started with a shrug. “even though you’re better, you still all confuse me. priest, you follow these people around like a lost dog even though you said you didn’t want a leader. y/n has you wrapped around her finger, just like rhea does with dominik. and finn, you’re better than all of this. you’re walking around like a cheap, knockoff version of the finn balor who once ruled this company.” the son of a bitch smirked as he looked at y/n one more time. “none of you really have one another’s backs. y/n, kiddo, they’re going to stab you in the back before you can even count to five.” he warned her, watching the young superstar’s face fill with anger.

eventually she lost it as they all bickered with one another. the last straw, was the last time edge brought her name up into the conversation and used her as a plot point for his own vendetta against the judgement day. her manicured fingers snatched the microphone from dominik, and she finally let herself speak up. “enough! enough, all of you! stop it!” she practically begged. “tear me apart all you want, i don’t care.” she turned to beth and edge. “but as soon as you two drag me into your issues with them, then i’m going to say something. keep my name out of your mouth, or rhea won’t be the only one with brass knuckles and a chair.” she said, beth and edge both laughing at her once again.

“y/n, honey,” beth started as she smirked. “back up and let the adults talk, yeah?” she knew exactly how to get under y/n’s skin.

damian rested a warning hand around y/n’s arm, gently coaxing her to let go of the microphone and pushing her body behind his. “easy, amor.” he whispered, his own eyes watching beth and edge carefully.

edge laughed at the judgement day as they stood in front of him, y/n slowly falling apart and the others trying to make sure she didn’t do something rash. “you wanted to play with the big kids, kiddo.” he said, smirking as she clung to damian’s arm to ground herself and stay calm. “grass isn’t so green on the other side, is it?”

those words made her see red, and before she knew it chaos broke out in the ring. everyone was throwing their hands at each other, damian ending up outside of the ring at one point and y/n by his side. she didn’t want to get involved in anything else that was going on, but needed to make sure her partners were okay. “damian?” she asked softly, but he was quick to calm her down through his own pain.

“i’m okay, mi amor.” he said, groaning as he held his back in pain. “get out of here before-”

before he could even finish his sentence, y/n locked eyes with finn who was hunched in a corner. he was in direct line of edge, who stood across from him and clearly had every intention of delivering a spear. but y/n wasn’t going to let that happen. she’d proved her loyalty before, and she was going to do it again.

y/n hopped back up into the ring and used all of her weight to push finn aside. edge was already running full speed ahead in hopes of getting to finn, but instead his body collided with hers so hard that not only did she have the impact from the spear, but she felt the impact of the ring post to the back of her head. she crumbled to the mat with one hand to her back and the other holding her torso; a loud whimper filled with pain left her lips, all of the air knocked out of her body, and it felt like the deepest of breaths couldn’t fill her lungs.

edge looked at her in horror as she writhed in pain. he couldn’t even believe what he’d done - something he never would have hoped to do, he did because she didn’t want finn to get hurt. “honey, i-” he started, reaching a hand out to touch her and make sure she was okay. but as soon as edge’s hand touched y/n’s arm, she scrambled away from a man she once looked up to out of fear.

if looks could kill, the judgement day would’ve ended edge right then and there.

finn’s face turned red in rage, pulling y/n closer to him before passing her body to damian. “get her out of here. now.” he said, already standing up and going right back to where edge was standing. “you think this is a game? huh?” he yelled at the hall of famer.

while finn continued getting physical with edge, damian had picked y/n’s body up in his arms and started walking back up the ramp. “i know, princesa. i’m so sorry.” he said in her ear, letting her groan and occasionally wheeze in pain.

y/n gripped at his jacket and hid in his neck. the thoughts that ran through her mind were absolutely all over the place, but the pain in her body overpowered everything else. she couldn’t even find the words to say as she drifted in and out of semi-consciousness from the pain in her head.

damian rushed backstage as an official led him into the medical area. he wasn’t taking any chances with how hard y/n hit her head, so he sat her down on one of the benches and held her face with his cheeks. “baby, hey y/n, look at me.” he said softly, trying to get her still slightly frantic, but mostly absent gaze to meet his. “you’re okay, i promise.”

y/n wondered why damian looked so...blurry; almost like her brain had photoshopped or edited him to look smoother than before. “edge did that to me...?” she mumbled, pieces of what happened being burned into her memory for the worst or for the better. this wasn’t the same man who would show her how to put someone in a submission hold when she’d just barely started her wrestling career, or who taught her the proper way to tape her wrists before going into a match. this edge was...he was different. he could’ve stopped himself when he noticed y/n get in the way of the spear but he didn’t; he let himself hurt her, and now he was going to deal with his consequences.

damian let out a soft sigh and frowned as a medic began to examine y/n. “my head hurts.” she told him softly, her eyes closing as her head started to feel heavy on her shoulders. y/n leaned forward to rest her forehead on damian’s shoulder, but he was quick about sitting her back up straight.

“i know it does, hermosa.” damian told her softly, making sure she stayed upright. “i just need you to stay still...” it wasn’t long before he heard the rushed footsteps of finn and dom enter the medical room, both of them out of breath and their clothes a disheveled mess from the brawl that occurred in the ring.

“oh god, baby!”

“chica, are you okay?”

“y/n, we’re so sorry!”

the rushed voices of all three men in the room was enough to overwhelm both y/n and the medic working with her to assess the damage edge did in the ring. “fuck, guys! too much!” y/n winced, as her head throbbed in pain.

the medic looked at damian, finn, and dominik with a gentle shake of her head. “i’m sorry but i need you guys to step out for a second.” she said, moving to lead all three men out of the room. of course they all tried to stay - none of them wanted to leave y/n alone after what happened. but before they knew it they were stood out in the hallway and staring at a closed medical room door.

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the backstage aftermath was anything but calm after the judgement day’s segment with edge and beth. the match for elimination chamber was confirmed, and everyone knew it was going to be an absolute bloodbath because of what happened in the ring. this was anything but settled, and now they each had to deal with their own aftermath and emotions.

edge paced nervously in his own dressing room with beth after he’d come to terms with what he’d done. he couldn’t even go see y/n to apologize; he was stuck in his own thoughts, replaying the moment his body slammed hers against the ringpost and he could do nothing but watch her moan and writhe in pain. beth was just as overwhelmed, and she was doing her best to talk edge down from his current state. “adam, we need to take a deep breathe and calm down.”

“calm down?” he said, looking to his wife with panicked eyes. “i can’t calm down, beth. not after what i just did out there. i-i didn’t even realize she pushed finn out of the way. damnit, beth! she’s too involved with them that she’s taking their hits for them now?” he asked, a stressed hand running through his hair.

beth shook her head. “honey, you couldn’t have controlled what she did.” she said softly. “she’s an adult, whether you want to acknowledge that or not, and she’s going to make her own decisions. y/n’s the one who has to live with what she did, not you.”

edge sat down on the couch and nervously bounced his leg. the lines on his face creased with tension as he gritted his teeth, looking up at his wife. “we have to do something.” he mumbled. “she’s in too deep with them...she thinks this is good for her but they’re only turning her against people who have been there longer than anyone else. y/n is throwing her relationships with everyone down the drain, including us.” he let out a soft sigh as he came to terms with what his next steps were.

“we have no choice, beth.” he said softly. “we need to get her away from them and end the judgement day once and for all.”

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satansamwriting · 7 months

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Could u write a mk1 kung lao x gn or male reader where they have a rivalry going on? And one day reader starts flirting with him during a sparring session and kung lao gets all flustered please. Please include kenshi, johnny and raiden watching them spar and then tease kung lao about it. Thank you!

MK1 Kung Lao rivalry with GN!reader

Short one-shots, I hope you enjoy it!

Small details : Raiden and Kung Lao sees each other as brothers

Disclaimer : English ain't my native language. There might be mistakes in this and I apologizes for them

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Training at the Wu Shi Academy was tougher than it seemed. At first when Lord Liu Kang had approached them, (Y/n) was weary. However, the god had proven to be quite convincing and so (Y/n) had begrudgingly agreed.

One thing was for sure, those monks knew how to pick their location. The Wu Shi Academy was simply jawbreaking. Whether it was from the cherry blossoms or the traditional Chinese structure, everything around the temple left whoever came gawking.

What the god hadn’t predicted once every potential champion gathered at the academy, was for two of them to get into an rivalry instantly. Since day one, Kung Lao and (Y/n) were at each other’s throats. Most of the time, Lao would be the one to instigate the verbal back and forth. Until one day, (Y/n) got fed up with the snarky comments of the other man and took things physical. Did Kung Lao learn his lesson after this? Of course not. It seemed the man was fueled even more by it.

This went on for weeks, even months. So much so that whenever they would fight, Johnny would roll his eyes announcing to the rest of the group that the “old married couple was bickering again”.

Eventually, Lord Liu Kang decided to intervene.

That’s how (Y/n) found themselves forced into a sparring match against Kung Lao. This time, their kombat would be supervised by the god himself. Of course, Johnny did not want to miss such a thing and forced Kenshi to come along. Raiden was also present if only to try and calm his brother down if such need arose.

Round one was given to (Y/n) after a well thrown uppercut had knocked Kung Lao out for a few seconds.

Round two found Kung Lao as the winner. His quick mastery of his new weapon had offered him the unpredictability.

Down to the last round, both kombatant were bruised and slightly exhausted. Each looking into the other's eyes, determined to show the other who was truly the best.

“I promise not to go too hard on you” Kung Lao said snuggly.

“Oh but I like it hard” Came the smooth response of (Y/n) which made the farmer freeze.

Behind them, Johnny whistled. The tip of Kung Lao’s ears changed to a barely visible shade of red. Glaring at the superstar, Kung Lao readied himself for the last match

Once the countdown had reached zero and the two kombatant were on each other, (Y/n) took advantage of the new found shyness of the other. Flirty remarks flew out of their mouth whenever they could. Surprisingly, Kung Lao would join in the flirting. He wasn’t bad either.

Kung Lao fell to the ground, raising sand as he landed. Although he was quickly back on his feet, they couldn’t help themselves.

“You know, you’d look good underneath me.”

More whistling in the back, but they didn’t pay it any attention. Their eyes were laser focused on Kung Lao, enjoying the way their flirting seemed to affect the other. This went on and on, until Kung Lao misplaced his left leg a tad bit too far apart from the other, giving them the opportunity to make their fatal blow.

“(Y/n)’s win.”

Approaching the sulking Lao, they extended their hand toward the man.

“Better luck next time, handsome.”

Accepting the offered hand, Kung Lao tried to regain his snarky attitude. For the first time since their arrival, (Y/n) gave him a genuine smile.

“ I think we started on the wrong foot, how about we try again?”

Only now realising that he had yet to let go of their hand, Kung Lao squeezed it gently before letting it go.

“Sounds good to me.”

Later, during the night’s diner, Kung Lao would be victim to the teasing of one annoying superstar. Even Raiden joined in as well as Kenshi. Ah the betrayal, Kung Lao swore he would get his revenge on them one day.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk #mk fandom #mk x gn reader #kung lao x gn reader #kung lao #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mk1 kung lao #mk1 kung lao x gn reader

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aspiring-writer-hidden-voice · 1 year

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Robe

The number of times that you recalled a certain half demon placing his robe over you in protections were too numerous to count. It was only when you were in dire danger or need that the precious red fabric ever left his being. It was his armor, as you’ve come to recognize from every battle you’d witnessed, proving its worth time and time again as he fought countless foes. There were a few times when its protection could only do so much for him but he always treated it with care even when it had been rendered to tatters until it could return to its former completed shape.

Your gaze rose upwards to the darkened night sky. Another new moon had come, earning the little traveling group a much needed break for camp, along with a change over a certain person who now grumbled lowly under their breath as a town appeared in the distance. The change InuYasha befell never ceases to amaze you as he huffed when the little fox demon lightly poked fun. Long pristine platinum white hair was now a black that could rival tonight’s darkness, touchable ears that would swivel or perk had disappeared, and the sharpness of his nails that was rivaled by his eyes were now softer yet still profound that told of inhuman heritage.

“What are you looking at?”

A snap of your head back towards the road shifted your gaze forward. “Wonder if there’s an place that we can stay at.”

“Tsk. Nothing wrong with camping.”

The monk intervened before you could respond, stating that for everyone’s sake it would be best to take shelter, then departed once spotting several prosperous homes. None too surprising that Sango followed him closely with Shippo and Kilala up her shoulders. That meant it was just the two of you walking along the dirt trodden path.

As if pulled by a magnet your gaze drifted back towards the seemingly normal man beside you.

“If you’ve got something to say, than say it already.” His snap was halfhearted, earning a raise of your eyebrow. When you didn’t answer he quickened his pace until blocking your path which caused you to stop. It was rare to see this expression upon his face as the nearby lantern illuminated his features for you. It was concerned, worried maybe, but most of all it was sincere. “What is it? You’ve been awfully quiet since dusk.” This was another aspect that you favored about this time of the month. Honesty was a strong suit of his, ego and bravado being used as shields when someone managed to get beneath his skin, but it was during this change that he was more open with you in particular when in regards to certain topics. Patience wasn’t his forte yet he waited for longer than you expected for an answer of some sort until he cast a brief glance over your shoulder before encouraging you to stand closer to the source of light. “You know I’d do my best to protect you, right? Don’t be scared.”

Warmth entered your cheeks at the tone he used. “Oh, I know you will, that’s not why—” Your words were forgotten as one of his hands appeared from the robe’s sleeves to press its palm against your forehead. “What are you doing?”

“Checking to see if you’re falling ill.” The hum that sounded from his throat reverberated slightly in your ears from its pitch, his expression becoming one of concentration. “You don’t have a fever so that’s good.”

“Really, I’m fine.”

At that moment a breeze blew past, tickling the bare skin of your legs and arms until the hairs stood upright with its cooler temperature, earning a shiver across your body. Your head hung as he sighed. All day you’ve been suppressing similar shivers down your spine with each breath of wind that whispered of fall’s coming frost. Guess you should’ve listened to mom’s advice about packing weather appropriate clothing. The school’s summertime uniform wasn’t going to cut it for much longer. Why couldn’t you have packed a jacket or some leggings instead of all those textbooks that threatened to break your back?

Silence filled the air between the two of you until the sound of shifting fabric caused your gaze to rise in curiosity only for it to become ensnared by a pair of warm sienna brown eyes that subtly shone with amber shards. His fingers were careful as they slipped the heavy backpack off your shoulders, easily swinging it up onto his own, then shifted so that you were nearly sandwiched between his body and the lantern. Not only was he blocking the wind but also attempting to combine his body heat with that of the lantern to help keep you warm until the others returned. And still his gaze remained locked on your own even when the subtlest of pink hues appeared within the tips of his ears. “It’s not much but better?”

A small smile lifted your lips as the chill in your skin slowly dissipated. “Much, thanks.”

It didn’t take long for Shippo to return with word that Miroku had found a place to stay for the night. After a modest dinner and sleeping arrangements had been made, you slipped off towards a quieter part of the residence where a little studying could be done. The head of the house had been kind enough to provide a few candles to offer better light for you but they did little to stem off the night’s chill as your nearly numb fingers fumbled to turn a page. Just as you were about to call it a night because it was becoming too difficult to focus from the cold, something happened that you never would have guessed or saw coming.

From behind you appeared two folds of familiar fabric that loosely enclosed you within a cocoon, a pair of legs folding neatly beneath you in place of the floor that were far more cushioned, and a firm toned surface meeting your back that had begun to protest against the slouched position you’d been in for the last hour. “Getting some studying done?” He asked softly, as if hoping not to startle you too much. A barely audible hiss slipped from between his lips as he drew you closer with a squeeze. “Damn, (Y/n), you’re freezing. How can you possibly get anything done when you’re this cold?”

Your answer was lost to the stuttering of syllables as your teeth chattered slightly, earning a chuckle from the dark haired man.

“Next time you’re this cold, just say something, ‘kay?” It was only when you nodded in agreement did his posture become more relaxed, hold loosening just enough that you could pick up the textbook again.

Now you had a completely different reason to be distracted.

Had he always been this warm or was that the robe? Either way it was so blissful that your mind slowly became a muddled mess the longer you remained within his hold. The sharp scents of Wind Scars or Backlash Waves that mostly dominated his being had given way to reveal faint traces of salty sweat reminding you of the beach, dry chalky remnants that were similar to mountains, and spicy cinnamon that tickled your nose in an alluring way.

“So what are you studyin’ this time? Is it that weird trig-no-metry thing?”

A chuckle came from your throat, shifting so that he could see the illustration of a bamboo forest. “It’s the story of a prince who wants to marry the bamboo princess but she has all these tasks for him to do before she agrees.” The tip of your finger rose when his expression became weary. “It’s similar to the Kaguya legend but this one describes the Robe of the Fire Rat to be silvery and beautiful.”

His eyebrows shot upwards as his chin fell to rest upon your shoulder, causing your cheeks to brush. “Yeah?”

“Mmhm. According to this, it was mistaken for common silk at first when an iron box had been dug up beneath a fallen temple. Only the prince of Japan at the time who had sent word to his dear friend in China asking for assistance understand what it truly once when he received it. So beautiful it was the he couldn’t wait to gift it to the princess but didn’t feel as though it would do her justice.” Your hand turned the page to reveal an illustration, eyes finding the sentence where you left off and continued to read aloud. “‘Across a bed of coals did the prince lay the robe, for it had been heard that the robe would become more beautiful to behold once kissed by flame’s lingering breath’. It said in a passage that it was as if silver had been spun finely to create the robe that could protect its wearer from any heat related harm.” From the corner of your eye you could see InuYasha’s gaze shift from the open book to his trusty coat, coaxing his eyes to return to the page courtesy of your nudge. “However, the prince made a mistake. He placed it on the coals twice more and it evaporated into silver smoke.”

The snort that sounded nearly made you smile. “Idiot. Should’ve just left it alone.”

“Well, he was trying to make sure it was in its peak condition before giving it to the bamboo princess. Nothing wrong with trying to ensure a gift is in its best condition.” You chided, noting how he rolled his eyes. “Yours was a gift from your father, right? Would you have been happy if he’d given it to you full of holes?” No sooner had the words come out of your mouth did you wish to take them back as his gaze darkened. Guilt filled your veins as his lip curled. “InuYasha, I’m sorry—”

“It was actually a gift to my mother who then passed it down to me when she died.” His tone was much softer than the expression made of stone he wore. “My old man knew he wouldn’t be enough to protect her so he’d asked the Fire Rat to make something for her. A lot of good it did her though.”

From within your heart came a twinge of sadness for him as he took a deep inhale through his nose. The book was closed with a snap, somehow not earning a reaction from him, then it was placed off to the side as you pivoted so that the two of you were facing each other. Only when the palms of your hands cupped his face did the dark haired InuYasha surface from the thoughts plaguing his mind. His gaze found your own, finding warmth and honesty, before you snuggled into his being while wrapping your arms around his torso. “I’m glad your father had it made to protect her, you could almost say it was made from his love for Lady Izayoi, and it became full of her love for you after your birth.” From this angle you couldn’t see his face there was no mistaking the rhythm of his heart quickening when you gave him a squeeze. “You could even say that its their love combined that continues to protect you even during this time when you feel weakest.”

The stiffness within his toned muscular frame ebbed at your words. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that he’d been constantly on guard all day knowing what was to come once the sun had set. Sure there was Sango, Miroku, and even Kilala to help if a battle or opponent were to present themselves. Ever so slowly, his arms enclosed around you in a returning embrace until the entirety of your form was nearly pressed against his own. Tresses of his long hair intermixed with your own as his warm breath wafted the sensitive skin of your neck.

Not another word was spoken between the two of you as one by one the candles flickered than hissed before extinguishing until darkness settled over the two of you like a heavy curtain. Neither it nor the whispering chill on the breeze could force you two apart as warmth slowly grew between your forms. The robe was large enough to comfortably fit around your combined forms, although that might have been because you were practically cradled against his form with your face protectively tucked beneath his chin, the gentle rises and falls of your chests in harmony as sleep slowly claimed you both.

It was almost too soon that you woke to find the first few rays of sunshine filtering over the horizon. Unlike the first time you’d witnessed his transformation, you watched with awe as black gave way to silvery platinum and the sharpness returned to his features as he stirred. The lids of his eyes opened just in time for the sienna brown to be overtaken by brilliant gold and pupils to become oval shaped rather than circular, those shards of amber remaining but now becoming harder to see from the irises’ ring. And yet he didn’t move or say anything that suggested you should move away. So within his hold you remained, offering a smile of greeting when his pointed dog-like ears perked in your direction.

“Morning, InuYasha.”

His gaze flitted off to the distance, a huff sounding in his nose. “Yeah…morning.”

“Did you sleep good?”

“Tsk. Would you sleep well if something heavier than a pickling pot sat in your lap?”

A twitch settled within your brow. Standing, you gathered all of the books you’d meant to study last night and shoved the materials back into your bag as the chorus of your names came from within the residence. “Sounds like the others are up so we should get going.”

“Not like we got anything here to keep us. Better to move on.”

The muscles within your jaw clenched as he nonchalantly rose then disappeared around the main house’s corner in the direction of where your companions would likely be as you hurried to follow. It was then that you noticed not only was your bag suddenly missing but the Robe of the Fire Rat was secured around your frame in a similar fashion that it had been at the Sage Tokijin’s temple. When had he done that?

“Hurry up, (Y/n), we ain’t got all day!”

Though it was so fast the others had missed, or if they had seen they didn’t comment, the pink tinge that entered his cheeks when you’d appeared alongside them.

“Why are you wearing InuYasha’s robe?” Shippo asked curiously while hoping up to balance atop of your head. “Did something happen last night that made you not come to bed?”

A teasing smile raised your lips while catching the half-demon’s gaze before taking the lead from him from beyond the gate that was entrance to the residence. “Looks better on me, wouldn’t you agree, Miroku?”

Instantly, InuYasha’s expression became one of anger as the perverted monk made to comment. “Don’t you even start!”

#inuaysha #inuyasha x y/n #inuyasha x you #inuyasha x reader #InuYashafluff #fluff2023 #2023 fluff

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hazbinstohell · 3 months

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Just Roll With It - Chalastor

Summary - Charlie and Alastor meet with Adam. Adam’s under the impression Alastor’s her new beau…Alastor runs with it, and now they have a royal wedding on their hands…

Adam watched as Charlie and some tall creepy red guy came to the meeting room. He was already annoyed that Heaven was allowing redemptions, let alone pushing back the exterminations to once every three years. And every year, Charlie came to them to ask just for more time, hoping that she can push more redemptions. So far, there was only about 20 every year.

Charlie found this a good thing…

Heaven….not so much.

Charlie waved and found herself a seat at the table. The other guy immediately pulled out a chair, and had her sit, pushing it in for her and then finding his own seat.

Interesting…

“Uh! Hi! Adam, how has it been?”

“Going, as usual. You know…all that good divine shit. Hey, uh? Where is Vag!?”

“Oh uh…me and her are not in a relationship anymore. But she is still a great friend and is staying to help those who want it!”

Adam narrows his eyes, “Huh. Didn’t see that one coming…” he looks over at Alastor, whose smile has gotten bigger as their eyes meet, “So, uh…this new guy your boyfriend?”

Lute intercepts, “Adam, that’s the radio demon!”

Adam leans back, “Oh man! You went from that hottie Va Jay Jay to one of the most sought out souls we’ve been trying to get! Nice…”

Charlie looks over at Alastor, “Uh…”

Alastor laughs, “Alastor! Nice to hear that my reputation is known well amongst the angels.”

Adam shrugs, “I mean, she could have done worst right? I’m sure you and your girlfriend here must have lots of fun with the trouble you get into.”

Charlie finally intervenes, “Adam, this is my partner, Alastor.” She says and Alastor nods, “A pleasure to meet you!”

Adam looks at the two of them a moment, and Lute watches on, “Wait!? What!”

Charlie narrows her eyes, “What?”

Adam grabs the desk, “Partner!? You all are getting married!?”

Charlie deadpans, “What..I…n…”

But Alastor, being Alastor, agrees, “Yes, indeedy! Me and Charlie are to be wedded!”

Even Charlie, still confused, looks to Alastor, “What? I…”

Alastor looks at Charlie, “My dear, we shouldn’t keep this a secret much longer, everyone is going to know eventually…ha!”

Charlie could tell that Alastor was trying hard to not burst out laughing. She sighed and wondered to herself how Alastor always got her into these weird situations. Almost three years ago he told her father she was like a dad…

And now, he was telling the head of the Angelic Armies that he is her soon to be husband.

She groaned, looking down for a moment while Adam spoke, “No shit! Like, a full on royal wedding!? Oh I know Lucifer and Lilith would put out all the stops! When you guys planning this event!?”

Charlie dragged her hand down her face. Alastor looked at her and laughed, “Why, we were thinking a year would give everyone time!”

Charlie looked at the Radio Demon, her annoyance flustering, “Alastor…” she mumbled, and he shrugged as if he was innocent.

Adam deflated, “A year!? But…that’s the next extermination!”

Charlie all of a sudden looks at Adam, “Come again?”

Adam shakes his head, “But, if you guys take a year…that’s…like right in the middle of it all!”

Charlie looks back to Lute, who shrugs.

Adam looks like he is confused, but then leans over, “So like…what if you guys move it up just a bit?”

Charlie goes to talk but Alastor’s “hmm” while looking at his sharp nails makes her take a look at him as he speaks, “I don’t know about that. These events take time! Especially one as royal as this one! Why, this is Lucifer’s daughter! Doesn’t Charlie deserve the very best? I know I wouldn’t want to spoil my bride to be’s most memorable day!”

Adam leans to Lute, “Dude. I fucking LOVE weddings! But a royal one?!”

Lute narrows his eyes at Adam, “Are you for real? They are…”

Charlie interrupts, “Oh! Alastor is right!” Alastor holds his hand out to her, and she realizes they are now in this fully. She takes it, noticing his thumb gently rubs along her knuckles, tender as if he cares, and Charlie takes in a breath, “It is in a year and you know how sometimes things can be with these big ol shindigs, and my Dad is putting out all the stops! It’s going to be the most amazing wedding day that has ever become between two souls!”

Adam seems absolutely excited, as Lute narrows her eyes at the couple.

Alastor notices it quicker than Charlie and takes her hand, gently kissing it. Charlie is shocked, and looks at him. She doesn’t know how to feel about it! Shocked…confused…but Alastor just looks at her warmly.

It works on Lute.

Adam leans over, “Like…ok! If we extend out the extermination one more year, I’ll totally get an invite, right?! I can play a mean guitar for the band at the wedding! Why I’ll bring all of squad down!”

Charlie and Alastor lean forward, and turn to their backs to the angels.

“Alastor! Seriously!?” Charlie whispers in shock.

Alastor smiles a wide grin, “It gives us a whole year, my dear! We meet the goal, and then we can scrap the whole thing! It’s a win-win…”

Charlie looks down, “And if they question it?”

Alastor waves a hand as if it won’t matter, “Then we keep the charade for awhile.”

Adam looks in interest. He can’t hear them, but their mannerisms make him feel like Alastor’s hand waving as if he could care less if Adam is at the wedding. He claps his hand and leans forward, hoping for the good news…

Charlie turns along with Alastor, who is now standing beside her, “I don’t know…I was hoping to keep the wedding on the smaller side.”

Alastor smiles as she goes along with the ruse, “Nonsense, Charlie! I’m sure there are even others up there that your father might want to come! And our redeemed friends too…”

Adam calls out, “Oh oh! I could totally get them to come too! You’d like that Charlie, wouldn’t ya! I could totally invite them down!”

Charlie smirks but doesn’t realize that Alastor has put his hand on her shoulder, and leans forward to whisper in her ear, which sends a shiver down her spine, “Invite the angels, dear. It’s not every day we get such an event like ours will be.”

Lute has to widen her eyes a bit at the behavior of the two of them. Adam leans over to Lute, “Damn…maybe they like, need a few minutes…”

Charlie straightens in her seat, but Alastor’s hand stays, “Ok, Adam. We will invite you to the wedding, if you can push the extermination another year.”

Adam’s eyes go wide, “Oh fuck yeah! This is going to be SO AMAZEBALLS! Just think of all the partying and all the food Lute! Oh come on, it’s going to take me months to find like the perfect outfit!”

Lute narrows her eyes once more, but when the portal opens, they both leave.

The timer on the tower flashes, and another 365 days appear.

Charlie stands, “Oh…my…ALASTOR!”

Alastor is already laughing, and Charlie thinks it’s about the extermination, “WE DID IT! I can’t believe it worked!”

But Alastor keeps laughing, holding his sides as if he will burst at the whole thing. Charlie actually takes a step back, “Uh…Al?”

Alastor stands taking a breath and shaking his head, “Oh, my darling I do apologize, but that…that was considerably entertaining!”

Charlie rolls her eyes, “Ugh…that could have been bad. Luckily this should give me time…”

Her phone goes off and she notices Lucifer’s name, “Oh, it’s Dad!”

Alastor’s smirk widens as she looks at him while she speaks, “Hi Dad! Guess what…I…what!?”

Alastor starts to laugh again, it bubbling over as she now widens those doe eyes at him.

“A deer in the headlights indeed.” he thinks to himself, as she talks to her father over the phone.

She looks abstract and distraught, “Dad, Alastor and I were kidding! We are not getting…NO NO! No, don’t call Adam…he will go back on the extermination! I…I uh…shit, I didn’t think this through didn’t I?”

Charlie looks up at Alastor in panic, and he shrugs, laughing as she flicks him off, “Ok. Ok, yes Dad, we will fix it. Ok, love you…”

She gets off the phone and huffs, “This is all your fault!”

Alastor shrugs, “My dear, you said that you wanted to extend the extermination in anyway, I believe we just found our opportunity!”

Charlie sighs, “Yeah…with almost the entirety of Heaven and Hell already ready for a wedding in a year to the Princess and now new Crown Prince of Hell.”

Alastor’s eyes narrow just a moment…

A prince, huh?

Alastor’s smile goes very wide, and Charlie knows what that look means, “Alastor…”

Alastor smirks, his eyes crawling down the length of her to just make her squirm, “Well, my dear, at least give me a chance to woo my fiancee, first…”

Alastor grabs her hand, and spins her to him, pressing her against his chest and leans down, whispering in her ear, feeling the shiver that goes down her, “I already know how to sweep you off your feet, my darling demon belle!”

#hazbin hotel #charlastor #charlie morningstar #alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction

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into-crazy · 2 years

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pussy is mine

Ledger!Joker x Female Reader one shot

Summary: The Joker is feeling extra possessive and gets you off in front of his henchmen.

Warnings- Cursing, mentions of murder, possessive behavior, slightly unhealthy/toxic relationship, NSFW, SMUT, slight noncon/forced advances, choking, dirty talk, daddy kink, fingering, degradation, exhibitionism, edging and orgasm denial, ages 18+

Alright, so uh.. I was in the mood for some filthy ass smut and this was the outcome. Also remember to heed the warnings, they're there for a reason. Otherwise enjoy!!

Joker was always the possessive type. Never did he like sharing what was his. And well, you happen to be his woman. So with you? Oh you can bet every dollar you own that he was extremely possessive.

No other person was allowed to take your affections or too much of your attention away from him. Depending on how severe the situation was, then there would certainly be some form of punishment for you when J got you alone. Say you were conversing with one of his goons a bit too long for his liking, he would fuck you so hard you'd have trouble walking the next day. If he thought you were flirting(which you never do, but he will see even a simple smile as such) with someone, he'd tease you for hours until you're begging him to let you come. Then there's the worst, if you were to ever cheat on him, he would kill you. He would do it, you believe it.

Fortunately, you only have eyes for Joker. With time, he grew to trusting you more and more. You are fully committed and loyal to him. And you've more than proved your devotion to him. He knew you weren't going to cheat on him, or leave him for someone else. But that didn't mean others weren't going to come and try their advances on you.

He especially didn't want other people showing you any kind of affection or giving you an amount of attention he thought was too much. Anyone attempts to flirt with, ask out, or make sexual comments about you? That person would receive an automatic death sentence. Hell, if someone looked at you in a way that Joker didn't like, they probably wouldn't be alive too long after that. The person dumb enough to make any of those mistakes would either be killed instantly or end up going missing at some point.

Most of the time when people would make their attempts towards you, you never minded when J would intervene. In fact, you've actually encouraged the majority of the instances where he's had to step in and kill the pursuer. Because often times, a lot of these interactions with these people made you feel uncomfortable. Especially with most guys. Eyeing you down like a bunch of creeps, practically salivating over your body. Some of them apparently couldn't just take no for an answer and they would keep harassing you. So if J took that feeling of unease away, then you were happy about it.

Now when it came to Joker's henchmen, almost all of them knew very clearly that you were completely off limits. Keyword- almost. Every now and then, a man would come along and try to flirt with you or get in your pants. You never felt sorry for the ill-fated men that were stupid enough to venture down those routes. They should have been aware of the consequences of their actions yet chose to go through with them anyways. Because somehow, they thought they could get away with trying to mess with the Joker's woman. How fucking stupid, you often thought. So you never felt bad for any of them when their worthless lives came to an end.

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It was just another day at the warehouse. Joker was holding a meeting in a large room with a handful of his goons about the next hit. You were on the other side of the room, looking over and counting the shipment of weapons that had just came in this morning. J liked to put you in charge of certain tasks. Giving you things to do so you don't go crazy with boredom in this warehouse. And mainly to keep a close eye on you.

When he is here, he prefers to have you around where he can see you. The times he wasn't here, he would have you stay in your designated room- which was also his makeshift office- with the door locked. But he understood that you sometimes have to leave the room, and occasionally the warehouse. When that was the case, you have to be accompanied by one of the two men he trusted enough to look after you. At first you thought it was annoying and unnecessary. Then, you soon came to realize that it was very necessary. Since you're typically the only woman in a place with lots of men- the majority of them having criminal records.

Joker and his men sat in chairs around a fairly large table. Every now and then would J glance over at you while he was explaining the operation. You would do the same, winking at him when you both made eye contact. He'd give a small smirk in return. Oh how much he adores his precious little bunny.

He couldn't help but often think about how good you were at every task he would give you. It's not like they were anything too difficult or required any heavy lifting. In fact, most of them usually just consist of writing down the shipments that come in. Recording how many there were and what was in each of them. They're tasks which require minimal effort, but you always do them exactly how he wants and in a timely manner. So he didn't bother having anyone else do them.

J looked over at you once again, admiring how good you look as you're working. There was something that drove him crazy about the way you bit the top of the pen while you were in thought. About the simple, yet sultry motion of how you'd wipe the sweat from your forehead or swiped the stray hairs that fell in your face. But what really made his mind race was the view when you would bend over to count the contents of the containers. It's not that you were wearing anything super tight or revealing. Your oversized t shirt is hiding the curves your leggings definitely must be showing underneath. But each time you reach into one of the crates, it rides up. Giving a little peek.

Soon, J began to notice that he wasn't the only one sneaking glances in your direction. He wasn't the only one interested in that little peek.

Through his peripheral vision, he could partially see a couple of the men sat adjacent to him. How their focus was gradually being drawn away from the table talk and towards your moving form. With every stolen glance lasting longer than that of their previous. Their eyes traveling all over your body, lingering stares filled with lecherous intentions. And ohh did that make Joker's blood boil. Filling his form with a jealous rage that he's only experienced ever since he's met you.

J's still discussing the plan as if nothing is distracting him. But in his mind he wants to snap the heads off of the men that are fucking you with their beady little eyes. You are his and only his to look at and admire. Only his to crave and desire. His and never, on any circumstance, theirs.

He knows that this isn't your fault. You haven't done anything of the sort to bring that kind of attention towards yourself.

However, dogs will be dogs. And all of the bad pooches get put down around here. However.. J thought.. But what fun would it be without putting them in their place first?

The explanation came to an end as Joker watched over his men look over the plans for the upcoming job scattered all across the table. This was going to be a huge score and everyone had to be ready for it. Even though J liked to make everyone in the city believe that he was a man of no plans. He very much is a man of precision. Things can look as though they are not going- how he says- according to plan. But he doesn't want these things to be completely sloppy either.

You come back over to J once you are finished and tell him everything is accounted for. Standing beside him, you lean down and show him the clipboard. Going over what came in and what you've counted, which was a relatively small load compared to others often brought in. All the while, his eyes trail from the words on the clipboard to your hands, and up your arms until he reaches your neck and face. Your skin is gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, and he can't help but think of ways how he can make you sweat even more. A small, wicked smirk forms on his face as an idea pops into his mind.

Joker is going to have some fun and remind all of the men in this room that you belong only to him. Especially since they had the audacity to still be looking at you while you're standing right here next to him.

You finish talking and let out a small sigh of exhaustion. J takes that into account. He scoots his chair back and pats his thigh. "Sit down, doll."

You comply, and move to take a seat on his lap. Sort if perching yourself instead of sitting all the way down. You don't expect to be in this position long. It's rare when he has you sitting on top of him like this in the presence his henchmen. And you take gratification with every chance that you get. Even if it is for a short, sweet moment. Then, you feel his hands softly run along the length of your back.

"You did such a good job for me, hm." He whispers lowly to you as his other hand starts rubbing circles on your thighs.

The action causes you to slightly tense. You find his demeanor confusing. This amount of affection that he's currently displaying in front of his men is completely unlike him. So you start to question it. "Um.. J? What is going o-"

But Joker doesn't care, and shushes you before you can even finish your question. "Hu- shush, shush, shh." His voice coos in your ear.

The hand that was caressing your thighs moves up and in between your legs. Shyness overtakes you and you quickly attempt to close them, but J goes to move them open.

Heat floods your cheeks and you attempt to ask him again, "J, w-what are you doing?"

His hand slowly creeps back to that space between your legs and he leans to whisper in your ear. "I'm uh.. having fun with my little bunny."

You swallow thickly and shift your hips. Your eyes dart around the room to see if anyone is watching. To your relief, no one seems to notice what's going on. Hoping that it stays that way. Because when his hand finally reaches your clothed mound, you can't help but want him to continue with whatever it is he's doing.

His touch grows firmer and you can't help but melt like butter in his arms. Your body relaxes and you wordlessly allow for J to continue. Though something faintly whispers to you that he probably would've gone on even if you hadn't. The giveaways being the unfamiliarity of the situation and the tight hold he's got on you. But then again, J is always surprising you by being unpredictable sometimes.

"That's it." He purrs when he senses your body giving in to his touch.

His fingers trail teasingly up and down your slit, causing you to shiver with anticipation. He continues to tease you this way for what seems like forever and you start to grow anxious. Then he decides to torture you more by rubbing circles around your clit. He's not touching you in the places you need the most and it's driving you insane. You release a silent whine and he chuckles darkly.

"Come on, don't be shy now. Let it out. I want 'em all to hear those desperate little noises you make just for me."

With that, he presses down onto your clit. The sudden action causes you to moan aloud which gathers the attention of everyone at the table. Their heads instantly snapping in your direction. Your eyes widen and you swear you felt your heart stop at that moment.

The men are completely stunned with the image before them: Their boss sitting nonchalantly with you on his lap. His hand in between your legs, shamelessly rubbing your pussy through your pants. J had even gone the extra mile to move your t shirt out of the way. That way so it was clearly visible what he was doing to you. Every one of them quickly exchanged glances filled with shock and confusion. None of them dared to say a word while they stared at you. They simply didn't know how to react or what to do.

It is silent. All eyes are on you.

And that killed you.

But you were instantly brought back. Resurrected by the fire that coursed through your body. You want this. You want it now. And the fact that all of these men were watching only makes you desire it even more.

One of the henchmen decides to cut through the tension by standing up with the intention on leaving the room. But Joker isn't having that.

"I'd uh.. sit back down if I were you.." J's threatening tone stops the man from moving another muscle. His dark eyes dart across to glare at the man, whom of which was ogling you moments ago. "Since this is clearly somethin' you've been dying to see."

The goon silently sits back down. His body trembling with the realization that an end to his life may be in store very, very soon. The only look on this goon's face is that of fear and dread as his focus quickly switches between J and you.

J's deadly glare quickly travels around the rest of the table. Forcing eye contact with every single man. He makes it clear that absolutely no one is aloud to leave. And it was that distinct fear in which the Joker had set within them, that forced them to stay. He is a dangerous man, and it wouldn't be a smart move to tick him off. Especially when he's already this riled up.

J continues to pleasure you without a care. With your whimpers and moans filling the room as you decide not to hold back. He's making you feel so good, and as much as you don't want to admit, a part of you really likes having an audience. Even if they're practically being held at potential knife and gunpoint. They're forced to look, but they are not allowed to touch. Whether it be you, or themselves.

You twitch in J's grasp and he chuckles in your ear. Sliding his free hand up to your neck so he can have better control over your movements. "You like that bunny? You like how I'm touching you in front of all these worthless men?" Unable to respond, you release a shuddering breath, your gaze aimlessly wandering around the table. J smirks wickedly against your cheek. "Yeah, you love it. My filthy little slut. Look at you."

"Oh god, J please!!" You whine quietly. Struggling in his grasp as you attempt to push yourself further into his hand. Your ass moves against his erection and you try even harder. How badly you're aching to feel his hard cock slide inside of you right now.

However, J scolds your attempts. "Ah ah, move your hips like that again and I won't give you any more." His hand tightens around your throat while his fingers brush just over your aching clit, making you shudder. "Don't forget who's in charge here doll. Or else I'll have to-ah tear your clothes off and fuck you right on this table in front of them."

His threats are only turning you on even more. And the mere thought of him ripping your pants off and fucking you hard in front of all these men brings a long, lustful moan from your lips. This amuses J further. He couldn't say that it surprised him because he knows the dirty girl you are.

"Oh, that turn you on doll?"

He continues to provide your clit some much needed stimulation. Rubbing circles over it with a firmness just right. You relish in the all the pleasure he's giving you.

"No, they don't get to see what's mine."

He slaps your pussy and you nearly scream. You did not expect for that to happen. The abrupt feeling of pain mixes in with the pleasure, and your body doesn't know how to react to it. It hurts but it feels so good and you love it. It's all so, so much. Tears stream quickly down your face while you're still begging for more. You notice how some of the goons react with silent gasps. At this point you don't care if they see you cry. You're way beyond that now.

"Bad girl," Joker tsks against the back of your neck. "Daddy's gonna have to punish you for that later."

You are a little disappointed that J won't fuck you right now. Especially since you really wanted it. But you understand why. He doesn't want to expose any of your most delicate and private parts to these men. Those are for his eyes only. He just wants all of them to know that you are his. To show them how much you want him and him only.

"I'm s-sorry." You choke back a sob. To which he rewards your obedience by continuing to pleasure your desperate pussy.

"Just go right on and keep moaning my name, hm." J slips his hand into your pants, sliding two of his thick fingers easily into your wet cunt. "I want you to show them who this pussy belongs to."

He begins fucking you with his fingers. His merciless pace emitting loud and wet suction sounds which he made sure everyone in the room can hear. He confirmed that they had by each of their reactions. Most of them were extremely uncomfortable now. Maybe a few of them were also getting turned on by the lewd display before them. And that only spurred J to go harder.

You moan out in pure pleasure when J starts curling his fingers inside you. Rubbing you in all the right spots as he moves them in a come hither motion. "Yes, fuck, yes J- right there! That feels so good, mhmm. Please keep doing that."

Joker halts expectantly, "please what?"

"Please daddy!" You yell as loud as you can.

"Mm now that's what I like to hear."

He rigorously switches in between curling his digits and moving them in and out of your hole. Bringing you near that sweet pinnacle of ecstasy, but stopping right before you can reach it. He’d purposely yank it away so he and everyone else can hear your desperate whines. Your pent up frustration from the denial of your orgasm grows stronger with each one. It frustrates you even more that Joker's goons are witnessing you in such a state. It feels wrong, degrading in one of its lowest forms. You shouldn't be loving this as much as you are. But J's skillful touches feel amazing, and his praises are everything. All you want in this very instant is to cum. Except there's just one problem- J won't let you.

But finally, after a couple more denials, you think he might actually let you this time. You try your best to coax him into it. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! Please let me cum!" You figure the only way he'll allow you cum is if you give him exactly what he wants. So that is exactly what you do. You bring yourself look at all of the men. At each and every one of them. "My pussy belongs to you Joker, it's yours and no one else's! Please daddy, can I come now please?"

J is satisfied with your announcement and he decides to reward you. A smile spreads fully across his scarred cheeks and he curls his fingers with the intention on making you scream and gush with an orgasm. "Atta girl," he whispers. "Go on then, be my good little slut and cum for me hm."

Two more finger strokes have you cumming hard, tossing your head back against J's collarbone as you let go. Your body spasms wildly as you cry out in your rapturous high. "Fuck J! Ahh!" Your juices gush all over J's hand and completely soak through the fabric of your pants.

"There you go. Good girl." J rubs along your arm affectionately you come down from your high. It was a powerful one and he knows it telling by how limp your body goes and you appear to be shifting in and out of consciousness. J removes his hand from your pants to admire his handiwork. He then focuses his attention towards the table and uses the same hand, glistening with your juices, to dismiss the goons. "Meeting's over. Get out."

On that command, they all quickly jump out of their seats and make to the exit without a single word. Not even another glance back while walked out as fast as they possibly could. J just sat there with you in his arms as he watched them go. Quite satisfied with what had just occurred. Now they know, He thought to himself.

Soon as they were all good and gone, J's attention was now all on you. "You good?"

"Mm, more than." You mumble happily against his neck. It's slick with sweat and some parts of his paint but you don't care. You find it comforting.

"Well, don't get too comfortable princess." J grins maliciously, "remember you've still got a punishment in store."

He gives you a slight nudge and presses his erection against your ass. He's still very hard. You bite your lip to suppress a moan but he catches it. His thumb goes under your waistband, and he pulls so that it snaps back against you.

"So take these off and lay down on that table."

"Yes sir." You reply with a smile. Rubbing your thighs together excitedly before hopping off his lap.

This’ll be fun.

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Run your mouth x Armin Artlert. ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :

this is a revisited (and better) version of my old work. enjoy!

gender neutral reader. pronoun "they" used.

warnings: angst (it ends well), suggestive, intoxication (weed). alternative au

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“Why didn’t you not say anything?!”

“You need to stop letting people speak to you like that, Armin. God, even one of Connie’s ‘yo mama’ type of joke would have been a more decent comeback!”

Those words rolled down your tongue before you could realise it, planting one dagger after the other right where Armin was hurting the most. Yet, Armin's gaze escaped yours one more time that day, looking at everything else but you. Letting himself crash against the sofa of his living room, he finally sighed.

“It’s fine. It doesn’t matter.”

Armin finally spit out, biting his bottom lip. Another sigh escaped his lips as you watched him run his fingers through his hair, a few blonde strands falling over his forehead. All he wanted to do was leaving everything that happened behind and avoid another conflict. Specially with you.

“Fine.”

Was all you managed to say, rushing towards the door and putting your jacket on. The warmth on your cheeks was getting harder to ignore and you just couldn't allow yourself to lash out at Armin again. Maybe Armin didn't care - maybe he was able to leave it all behind. But you weren't, and if those words didn't hurt him, they definitely hurt you. There was nothing in this word that could justify his complete lack of reaction, the complete silence you were met with every time you tried to talk things through.

After all, this was a tale as old as time. Since you had known him, you had seen him react. Not when Bertholdt took his book out of his hands and set fire to him when you were in middle school, not when Annie almost punched him but you intervened instead - ending up in a fight and then in an hospital room with 5 stitches on your chin as a consequence. The two of you had met in primary school, when you were still taller than him and his hair was longer than yours - and you always took care of one another. The memory of Armin's little finger putting a plaster on your scarred knee on the playground was still vivid in your mind - you've never parted way since.

It was so hard now to grasp onto this dear memories. All you could see was a grown man not standing up for himself, a true believer of always being the biggest person instead of flipping someone off - even if that meant overlooking the worst episodes of one's life. Adrenaline was still pumping in your veins from earlier on that morning, that pervasive sense of frustration still all over you as if you had to fight back, as if you were the one who was insulted. You were fuming - you were mad at him for being so passive about life, you were mad at the world for being so disgustingly cruel.

Armin’s blue eyes remained locked on you the whole time, meticulously following your movements as you roamed through the room to pick up your things. You were gone before he could say something, before he could swallow the lump in his throat and actually come up with something that would make you stay. Yet, before he could come up with something, you stormed out of his apartment, neither of you speaking one more word. It was only when he realised you were distant enough that Armin finally let himself go, a frustrated scream finally making its way out, emptying his lungs and lifting an heavy weight from his shoulders.

There were so many things Armin should have said - maybe he should have thanked you for standing up for him, for always stepping up even if it didn't matter, even if he didn't deserve it. He knew you could see right through him; he knew that you could how much all the hatred collected through the years had cracked his seemingly unbreakable shield - you knew there was hurt underneath his shell of indifference.

Maybe he should have told you that he hated himself for all those times he had put you in danger, by allowing you to step up - or maybe he should have just told you that he was working on his avoidant tendencies. Maybe, just maybe, he should have confronted you and tell you that yes, he hated being involved in stupid arguments but he would turn the world upside down for you.

When Jean asked him to come over, Armin didn’t think about it twice: he really needed an excuse to shut down his brain.

The familiar, stinging smell of weed, typical of Jean's and Connie's apartment tingled Armin's nose even before knocking on his friend's door. Jean was quick to open the door, leading Armin to the living room where the rest of the group had already started their session.

Sitting on the floor, Armin took place next to Eren. Despite Jean's invite to a 'boys-only' night, Armin couldn't help but quickly scan the room, hoping to find you there. There was radio-silence between the two of you - and he hated it. Quickly reaching his pockets, Armin grabbed his phone and scrolled quickly through his notifications - not a call, not a text. Not from you at least.

“Someone told me you had a rough day.”

Eren's raspy voice called Armin back to reality. Armin only nodded in response, before his friend passed him the already light up joint he was holding in his hands.

“Are they okay?”

Armin asked, taking a long drag from the joint between his long fingers and leaning his body against the sofa, shoulders and head resting on the seating’s pillow. As he breathed the smoke in, Armin realised you must have talked to Mikasa about what happened.

Eren nodded silently, knowing well enough how worried Armin was for you.

“They’re with Sasha and Mikasa, they’ll join us later.”

Eren added, only receiving a weak nod from Armin in response.

Riding off the slowly building up high, Armin let his mind wonder. How could he be stupid enough to let you walk away? Was he testing his luck even further? How hard could it be to realise the luck that he must have had during all those years - in which you never left his side. Always showering him with love, and care, and so much affection - and all he managed to was being a damsel in distress. Never man enough to stand up for himself, or for you. How could he even dare to dream of you, how could he even bring himself to think you could love him the way he loved you - and deserve it. If love was to be earned, Armin wasn't sure if he'd ever deserve yours.

Armin finished his joint without even realising it, smashing its remains against the ashtray as he slowly started to feel his body become lighter and his mind quieter, highness rushing over his body as he finally felt calm for the first time that day. The rest of his friends were a mess, Connie laughing his lungs out while having meaningless conversation with Jean. He enjoyed the peaceful chaos of the moment, finding himself laughing at one of Connie’s ‘deez nuts’ jokes without even realising it.

When you finally arrived at Jean's apartment, followed by Sasha and Mikasa, Armin had already smoked one more joint with Connie - yet, this didn't hinder his senses. Simply hearing you greet the rest of the group made him sit up straight, his eyes quickly scanning the room hoping to catch a glimpse of you. When you finally entered his visual field, he couldn't help but stare for a moment. Locking his blue eyes on you, he looked at you in religious silent as he observed every movement your body made. Not a word left his lips - he couldn't bring himself to say a word. A wave of unexpected emotions had rushed over him and all he could do was admire you, finally being able to maintain eye contact with you for the first time that day.

Letting out a big sigh, you were quick to notice the state Armin was in. His eyes were half-lidded, the blue of his iris emphasised by the redness of the rest of his eyes. You slowly kneed next to him, scanning his face looking for any trace of lucidity.

"You're beautiful."

Armin finally spoke. Your faces were only a few centimetres apart while you made sure he was okay, so close to him he could feel your warm breath tickling the skin of his face.

"Shut up."

Was all that you said as a soft smile adorned your lips, finally sitting next to him. Even when sitting down, he still managed to be a little taller than you. You let your head rest on his shoulder, and he instinctively adjusted himself to ensure you were comfortable enough.

"I mean it. and.."

Armin paused, taking a deep breath. He wasn't lucid, but he wasn't absent-minded either. He just was high enough to have the courage to speak up about his feelings.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't."

You replied, letting out a sigh. Snuggling closer to Armin, you guided Armin's arm around you, engulfing yourself into his embrace. Armin was quick to tighten the grip on you, letting his long fingers reach your hips and holding you tighter.

"I wish I was a better man."

Armin spoke again. His words felt sharper than ever this time, piercing right through you. The last thing you wanted was to make him feel as if he wasn't enough - all your life you tried to make him understand his worth.

"You're the best man I know."

You replied, making Armin giggle. Your replies were always quicker than his, always sharper - and he loved that. Armin watched as you reached for his hand, playing with his fingers. Snuggling closer to him, you let your head rest on the crook of his neck - your breathing gently itching his soft spot, constantly sending shivers down his spine. Armin remained silent for a while - he was feeling your body in ways he had only dreamt of, his senses being completely overwhelmed. Yet, it was your words that echoed in his head - was he hallucinating? Are these words that every friend would say to another?

Shifting from your position to sit down properly and take a hit from the joint Connie passed you, Armin was quick to wrap his arm around your waist, trapping you in his embrace once again. Your back was now resting against his chest, your bodies perfectly fitting together like a puzzle-piece. That was the quickest reflex Armin has ever had in his life. Where were you going? He didn't want you to leave his arms. Not tonight. Not ever.

Laughing at his reaction, you allowed him to hold you closer, melting under his touch. His hands wondered down your hips again and every stupid fibre of your body ached for more, your skin almost burning every time Armin's fingers grazed you, even by accident. If only Armin had known about this - about all the times your mind went dumb at the sole idea of him touching you. If only Armin knew how much you loved him, and cared for him. If only Armin knew the only reason you were so mad at him was his blindness to the way you ached for him, realising just how wonderful he was.

Taking the joint from Connie, you were quick to take a hit. Armin's eyes were once again fixed on you, as he watched the way your lips wrapped around the joint's filter - dying to have a taste of them. Armin shook his head, trying to think straight - but he just couldn't. The higher he got, the more the thought of you crowded his mind. Your lips had him so obviously hypnotised, making his mind wonder off again; flashback of you kissing when you were 12 because you wanted to be each other's first kiss was everything he could think of. The way it felt, the softness of your lips, the sweet innocence of a typical, awkward first kiss. Too many times he had asked himself how would it feel to kiss you now that the innocence was gone, now that he touched himself under the shower just thinking of you.

Worried about Armin's sudden silence, you shook his shoulder only lightly, in hope to get him back to reality.

"Are you okay? Wanna hit?" Armin looked at you for a second, processing your question and analysing the scene he was watching. You were standing only a few centimetres away from his face once again, your lips were burning red because of the heated filter you smoked from. His heart was beating quickly and suddenly that was all he could hear. Flashback of you kissing running through his mind once again, the dirtiest scenarios he imagined you in flooding his mind and running just before his eyes.

"Fuck that."

Armin said, before grabbing your waist and pulling you into a desperate, passionate kiss. His grip felt unusually strong and firm on your skin, his touch loosing its usual kindness as he locked his lips on yours as he slid his tongue into your mouth, desperate to have a taste of you. Although surprised at first, you were quick to reciprocate the kiss, letting your hand reach his jaw and almost pulling him on top of you.

Jean and Eren cheered for Armin, echoing some stupid choirs as the two of you ended up making out on the floor. Breaking the kiss due to a shortness of breath, you rested your forehead against Armin's. Staring at you, he left a soft kiss on the tip of your nose praying you won't notice the redness of his cheeks.

"Damn it Artlert.."

"So you do know how to run your mouth, uh?" you teased, leaving a quick kiss on his lips.

"I have a few more tricks I can show you."

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introverting-rn · 4 months

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was gonna start post with something along the lines of “why aren’t we addressing” but thats literal bullshit because we are all addressing it and So Am I

WHY IS THE CHARACTERISATION OF THE TRIO LITERALLY SO PERFECT YOU GUYS

it was perfect in the first two episodes too but this one just has me feeling so much i have to talk about it

“i am impertinent” and beginning to sing the consensus song - immediately a perfect persassy, and the returning annabeths cap is so cute i adore it, but also the conversation with medusa about his mother was incredibly done! i was leaning forwards to drink in every detail of the scene and i’m probably gonna go rewatch it now because WOW. the suspense was such a tangible, beautiful thing, and the sense of greed that seemed to sparkle in medusas eyes when we had still never seen her without the hat is seriously blowing my mind. her framing and tilts of the head and the antique feeling of her kitchen all hone in towards the scene and it’s messages and i found myself genuinely confronted as i tried to figure out which medusa story the show was going with. leaving that somewhat vague as the audience has to choose if we trust her as a narrator is so powerful in dragging you into the story. it means that what you believe reflects on you; there is no way to detach yourself from this world and the choices you are making within it, even as a mere spectator

and as she made the offer to percy and there was a long stretch of those camera angles, tilted ever so sweetly in such a menacing atmosphere, i was desperately trying to picture what percy’s reaction would be. i had expected him to have interrupted her already, to immediately cut through with a sharp “no” and cause her head to jolt up. i thought she would keep her chin high, turning sharply to face him in contrast to her flowing elegance, and that her head would be tilted back so that she could stare directly at him beneath the hat, tongue flicking over her teeth as she dropped her facade. i thought percy would instinctively go to match her eye contact with determination and be tackled by annabeth, who crept up to eavesdrop due to her suspicion, or that percy would look away by staring up at the sky, feeling isolated as medusa swept steadily towards him, and that we would see his eyes swim with tears and his legs refuse to move and his breathing increase as medusa ran a fingernail along his neck, and then annabeth would intervene

when percy didn’t shout to interrupt, i expected to cut back and see his face, wrought with raw emotion. i thought that he would let that moment of connection stretch, having felt so lonely before meeting this person who spoke exactly to his heart. i waited to see the grief and wrestling that it took him to refuse to help his mother, to accept the similar motherly figure before him as an enemy. i wondered if maybe we wouldn’t see his reaction now, and his silence would later be used against him as he himself is accused of betraying their quest

but the silence drew out for longer and longer, and when medusa turned her head to see the doorway completely empty, i realised that was the only thing that he would have done. i realised that he would think of the immediate danger to his friends first and go to warn them, and i realised that there was more to come and i loved every second of it

i loved seeing grover try to maintain peace on the quest. his look of disappointment at percy for sniping about thalia’s “fate of a pine cone”, and his refusal to comment about the validity of the voting system under totalitarian leadership (looking at you putin). the clapping for the consensus song had me so confused in the moment and then had me smiling uncontrollably with an extreme fondness because his awkwardness and his sincerity were so clearly shown. the finally shouting at percy and annabeth to get a grip, not having wanted to upset either of them but realising that letting this continue was only making it worse - man, this character is so wonderful. add to that the emotional weight of staring up at uncle ferdinand, feeling the presence of his failed quest heavy in the room as their current one began to fall apart. how he tried to conceal his tears, to be the Protector, not seeming to consider that his friends wanted to look after him too, perhaps because they themselves had forgotten to do so. he is so sweet and genuine and there’s such a depth and intricacy to his character in the show that i don’t remember from the books, although that may just be because i was younger when i first read them, or because seeing these people on screen is so much closer and more confronting in some ways

and annabeth. i fucking love annabeth. i love that she’s a bit of a dick in some ways, but that you’re never expected to hold it against her - it’s never presented as cruelty, just as pragmatism, because that’s what it is. as the same time, she can hold grudges, and they don’t shy from that. as i mentioned earlier, it’s constantly called into question which medusa narrative is the ‘correct’ one, and the way medusa describes to both annabeth and percy how they are direct parallels to the original story makes her feel so manipulative, and you feel annabeths faith in her previous notion of the story wavering as yours does, deeply connecting her with the audience. the way she explains her plan on the bus shows that she doesn’t expect herself to be so intelligent that nobody else understands - a common struggle in hubris - and her complete unwillingness to allow this plan to be questioned shows the leading nature she’s forced herself into. yes, annabeth is an incredible natural leader and strategist, but her refusal to show weakness is a sign of the struggles in her life. she confronts alectus on her own - self-centred or selfless? and in that final interaction with percy, the way she gives way just enough for both of them to discuss the offers they were given and understand each other. it was such a good moment to see that, even after percy’s unintentional acidity to her in saying they’ll never be friends, the two are laying down the basis for a firm trust and absolute belief in each other. she is such a well-rounded character so far and i am obsessed

not even to mention characters outside of this! luke’s slight hints of emotion as he alludes to his past, the hand the world has dealt him and how he has come to terms with it, are such perfect foreshadowing for those of us familiar with his character (which. by the way. i haven’t been on tumblr a lot recently so are we going for no spoilers or what lol). mr d claiming to be percy’s dad was a strong introduction of character in a way that makes me question why that didn’t happen in the book, and it lead into seamless exposition of the whole reason for demigods and quests. sally jackson is sally jackson and i fucking love her.

basically i am really enjoying the pj show, and loving every element - the biggest kudos to everyone working on it an aLSO ARE PERCY AND NICO GONNA NERD OUT TOGETHER ABOUT MYTHOMAGIC BYE 😭😭

#how in the heck is this show so perfect you guys #and how is it making me ship percabeth more than before?? and love grover’s friendship more than before?? yo this is pure Art #and they aren’t afraid to change things from the books to make the message better and that’s so refreshing #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #luke castellan #persassy #percabeth #cmon you know i gotta tag that #anyways love you guys!! make sure to sleep a good amount and eat well!! God bless!!!!!!!

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llamaqueenprompt · 8 months

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Crazy Person

Characters: Nick Amaro, Reader, other Law & Order: SVU characters.

Not Requested

Word Count: 733

Inspiration: “Since when did you become an expert?” “Since I watched a documentary about it. Last night.”

“Okay, we need a plan, before breaking into that house,” Liv said as everyone gathered in the bullpen.

“We could do some stake out,”

“No, they have security outside, we would be catched in five minutes,”

“Okay, this is going to sound crazy,” y/n started.

“Oh god, I never like when those words come out of your mouth,” Nick said, not even letting her finish.

“As I was saying,” she sends a death stare in Nick’s direction,”we could have someone go undercover. There are some houses that are up to sell in their neighborhood,”

“Since when did you become an expert in undercover operations?” Nick asked.

“Since I watched a documentary about it. Last night,”

Nick laughed, half expecting the others to join him, they never did undercover operations that would take this long in the SVU, but when no one joined in he got quite concerned, “You guys aren’t really thinking this is a good idea are you?”

“I think it is Amaro,” Captain Craig intervened,”I think y/n made a good point we can’t just break in, and their house won’t ever be 100% free so we need to gain their confidence. An undercover operation on a house next door isn’t that danger and unless anyone has a better idea this is the one we are going with,”

Everyone nodded agreeing with the basis of the plan, a lot of things still needed to be decided but they at least had an idea now and a path to follow.

“And I think y/n could be the one going, since she was the one that gave the idea,”

“No,” Nick didn’t want to sound possessive and like he didn’t trust you, because he really did, and he knew we was failing in both his goals, but we couldn’t let you do it, “y/n just came back from leave, she should be doing lighter jobs and going undercover is not it,”

“You’re kidding me right?” she crossed her arms in front of her chest and turned her body to face his.

“No,” he didn’t even hesitate.

“Are you seriously telling everyone that I shouldn’t be the one doing this operation because I got shot recently, when you after getting shot got kidnapped because you were stupid enough to go after a suspect on your own?!” she knew that she shouldn’t be yelling, but he couldn’t do this, not when she was having the opportunity of a lifetime.

At this point everyone was already looking at them, but neither of them cared. Nick was just trying to protect her and make sure she didn’t make the same mistakes he did in the past and she just couldn’t see it.

“Don’t bring that up now. I’m doing this to protect you,”

“Protect me? Protect me from what?”

He looked around, grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a storage room.

“You still have nightmares,” he closed the door and leaned into it “and don’t you dare deny it, I’m the one that wakes up during the night to comfort you and we don’t know what we will find inside that house, I don’t want you to do it on your own,”

“Nick,” she rolled her eyes, she was well aware of her nightmares, she didn’t need him to remind her.

“Don’t say it, I know that you are going to say that you are a very capable detective, and you are, but I’m your boyfriend and I have every right to get worried about you, and you’re going on this mission all alone, so I won’t be there to protect you in case something happens. I know that I probably shouldn’t have talked about it there, but…”

She kissed, she just kissed him to shut him up. He had a point, but did he really think she was going alone?

“Babe, no need to over react, I won’t go on the mission alone, probably you are going to be the one going with me,”

“Oh,” Nick’s head stopped running and his thoughts settled at that moment.

“Did you really think I was going to do it alone?” he hid his face in her neck, “Silly man,” she caressed his hair with her fingernails while he hugged her waist pulling her closer to him, “now go in there and say you liked the idea and were just being a crazy person,”

#imagine #x reader #law & order: special victims unit #law & order: svu #nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro imagine

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justanotherarmyfangirl · 1 year

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Dark&Wild (5) New Life

You are an interpreter for international idols, but you soon realized their lavish lifestyle came at a cost, and somehow you became the price. The man who came to collect had a special kind of vendetta, and you, so foolishly, sparked his interest.

In this story Yoongi is the villain and you will hate him! Everyone else, well, the question becomes not if there are good guys or who will save you, but how will you save yourself?

yandere loan shark!Yoongi x blind!reader x bodyguard!Jungkook x idol singer!Jimin x idol rapper!Namjoon x idol singer!Taehyung x detective!Hoseok x detective!Seokjin

TW: 18+ only, noncon, mental torment, physical torture, mind break, violence, reader is blinded before events that take place in the story, Jimin is an addict, Yoongi is a sadist, fingering, anal, car sex, restraints, overstimulation

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“What a nice reunion,” Yoongi says dryly.

You laugh bitterly, swallowing down tears, taking in a shaky breath. Your nails dig into your knees as you decide what to do.

“Jimin…and Namjoon…were they there too?” you ask.

Yoongi sighs, clicking his tongue. “You seem to have already figured that out,” he says, leaning back, knees knocking into yours when he widens his legs. “What? You thought they would come to your rescue? Probably happy their little charity work is finally over. Now I’m fucking stuck with you,” he scoffs. His hand lays over the seat, against your shoulder as he stretches, relaxing...after everything he’s done.

AFTER EVERYTHING HE’S DONE TO YOU?!

You nod silently.

And then throw your hand out, fist hitting what you can only assume is Yoongi’s smug arrogant looking face. You felt the car jarringly move, probably the driver wondering if he should intervene and thinking better of it.

You manage to hit the loan shark a few more satisfying times. If only you could take pleasure in his pain, but you had lost control of yourself, crying out all the unshed tears you had held in all night, in a rage, screaming obscenities at Yoongi at the top of your lungs. You weren’t thinking of the consequences and at that moment you didn’t care what he would do to you, you felt betrayed...by those who you thought were your friends.

Yoongi grabs your wrists, having to throw his full weight forward to stop your assault. He pushes you across the seats, pinning you down.

You cry out louder each time he forces your hands back down, each time he pushes back your strength is lessening and lessening, until you can’t move at all, until you sob, out of breath, whimpering as he too heaves out heavy exhales, his chest pushing against yours, reminding you he was all muscle and so much stronger than you.

“Fuck you! Kill me, because I’ll never work for a fucking bastard like you,” you grit out.

Yoongi laughs.

“Now why would I kill someone so entertaining to me?”

He makes a point to drag your wrists where he pleases, rolling his hips between your legs. He pulls your hands in front of you, pinning your hands between your bodies, like he wants to show you how small he could make you, how much control he has over you.

It just makes you cry harder.

Yoongi’s lip is bleeding, his nose is throbbing from your first hit. It had caught him off guard, he tastes the metallic bitterness of his own blood on his tongue. It pisses him off. But Yoongi is far from angry. You writhe around like a wild animal caught in a trap, even the noises you make sound so desperate, feral, as you sob underneath him. That part of you that is so fiercely trying to resist him sends fire through Yoongi’s veins, hotter than his anger, until he’s cackling with delight.

Fuck, you’re fun. And he’s going to have the best time hurting you back. You gave him every reason to, all for them. Fuck them.

It seems like you really can’t control yourself when it comes to those three, how fucking annoying. Yoongi is itching to make you see that they are not worth all the pain he’s going to put you through. You’re going to hate them, want to have nothing to do with them, after he’s through.

“Oh, you’ve really fucked yourself now. I told you what would happen if you misbehaved-”

You attempt to fight him once again, but you can’t move even a bit out of Yoongi’s grasp now. “It was worth it,” you glower, trying to pull free.

If only you could see Yoongi’s grin, the look in his eyes, you might have been scared. That was the special thing about you, to survive you had to learn how to overcome that small petrified voice in your head that appeared the day you lost your sight. Every step you took held some level of unknowing. You were forced every day to face your fears. Was it a blessing in disguise now? Would it have been harder on you to see the monsters hidden in the dark? Or did it matter, since you couldn’t run away?

Eventually you’ll learn too how to live in this new kind of darkness. Eventually…

NEW LIFE

“Sir, we’ve arrived.”

The driver didn’t look back, only to the rear view mirror where he could see the shoulders and the top of his boss’s head. The car had come to a stop inside Yoongi’s garage.

“Leave us alone.”

You heard the door open and close, the car heating up once the car was turned off and the air conditioner came to a stop. You knew what was coming, if Yoongi’s stiff cock growing harder in the confines of his pants was any indication.

The car dinged and then it became quiet, only your heavy breathes you could hear, seeming to get louder in the confined space.

You knew he was a snake, but you were still unprepared to deal with his particular kind of constriction. You were suffocating under him, fighting against him only served to bring him in closer. You were trapped, like you and Yoongi were tangled in woven threads, the more you tried to pull away from him, the tighter you wound around each other, the higher your slit rose, the wider he hiked up your legs and exposed you to him.

Yoongi was surprisingly quiet. The silence stretched, forced you to think of him, trying to guess his next move.

Yoongi could feel your heartbeat thrumming like a hummingbird’s wings. He found the small shake in your pupils interesting, the very miniscule indicator that your eyes couldn’t focus. Your anger hadn’t lessened, Yoongi had wound you up, and even when you snapped you were still kinetic, energy Yoongi could feel, in the way you breathed, in your tight locked limbs, so much potential…

Yoongi was a power hungry man, and he was hungry to take yours away, savor it for all his own.

“I think I figured out now which one of those idiots you fucked, by the way. When you kissed me I wish you could have seen his face,” he laughs, trying to get under your skin again. “I wonder what reaction he’d have watching me fuck you instead.” His fingers dig into your wrists, bringing them together above your head. His other hand went to his belt while you let out another distressed whimper.

“Too bad. He’s not here. You’re all alone.” He then digs his fingers into your cheek, “Tell me no. C’mon, beg.”

He rips the front of your dress down, exposing the top of your body to him. You scream.

“NO.”

He lets his head drop, his cheek pressing against yours. “Mmm tell me no again.”

He puts his hand in between your legs.

You cry, scrunching your face up in agony. His fingers move, dipping into your entrance. He takes his time, waiting, prodding around your hole with the slightest amount of pressure.

“Beg me to stop. What did you think was going to happen after you hit me in front of one of my men? No, you knew and you still fucking did it.” He swirls his finger around in your growing wetness, stroking out shameful whimpers from you. “I think you want it.”

“…n-no,” you stutter.

No!

You whispered it again, whined out, high pitched and feeble. It made him so hard. Yoongi kisses the corner of your lips and presses two fingers all the way inside you.

Yoongi didn’t need to punch you like you had done to him to hurt you back. His actions didn’t need to leave bruises to provide injury, not when his affection cut you so much worse, sliced you into pieces. The bruises to your ego were not going to heal, even if the ones on your body would. And there were plenty of those once he was done, on your sides, on your thighs, your neck, your back, your wrists, your arms.

“Say no to me again.” His voice drops lower as moves his fingers inside you, stroking the walls of your pussy too tenderly for the monster he was. You bruise your bottom lip with your teeth, holding in your cries.

You don’t want to give him the satisfaction. You knew he was getting off on it, but even if you knew it, when he spread your legs wider to make room for himself, you cried out pleading for him to stop.

He fucked into you without any pause, like he had sucked up all your anger and was using it to rip into you at full strength.

You quickly learned Yoongi liked it when you cried. So you clamped your mouth shut, clenched your jaw, breathed through your nose, anything to stop yourself from letting out tears, until you really couldn’t take anymore and then Yoongi would be satisfied.

Don’t cry too much or he would keep going on and on and on, each stroke becoming deeper and quicker and rougher, don’t hold it in for too long or he would make it unbearable, twisting your body, not even going after his own pleasure, just making sure each deep thrust chipped away less of you and filled you with more of him.

You were covered in sweat, your sweat, Yoongi’s sweat…

You tried to think of anything else, but the garage’s silence and the car’s close quarters made it impossible. You were prisoner to your agonizing present, Yoongi’s vice grip on your hands and his thick cock piercing into you. The stuffiness of the car felt like an oven, like you were being cooked. He burned you with his filthy words, filled you to the brim with white hot streams of his cum.

He carried you back to his room and then he tore your new dress off you, taking back everything he had given you.

You wonder if this had been what he wanted all along, why he did everything to set you off, just so he could have someone he could devour whole, the way he eagerly forced his tongue into your mouth like he needed to taste every inch of you.

He made sure you knew every inch of him too, every inch of his cock. He fucked into your pussy until you were molded for him.

At least it didn’t hurt anymore, you thought, until he moved to your ass, finding a new way to make you cry out for him, to make you regret putting your hands on him now that his hands were groping every part of you.

Perhaps at one point he thought your punishment had sufficed, his apparent anger had dimmed, he held your compliant weakened body almost tenderly, giving you his cock and responding to your body’s mewls.

This felt more cruel, the way he would hold you down in his bed and eagerly rut into as he watched your traitorous body respond, how he circled your clit and brought you to the brink of orgasm despite your best efforts. You tried to shy away into the pillows and he wouldn’t let you do that either, he made sure you heard his heavy breath, felt the heat of his mouth above yours and smelled him as he held your head still, fingers curling into your mouth so you even had to taste his his sweat and cum mixed with yours. You couldn’t see him, but at this point it didn’t matter, he might as well have crawled into your skin, because Yoongi was everything you felt, your every other senses obliterated by him.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you waited for the inevitable. You couldn’t stop him and you couldn’t even stop yourself anymore, Yoongi knew it too.

You should be disgusted, it was still there in the pit of your stomach, but now there was something even worse. The drag of his cock punctuated pleasure inside you that you couldn’t get away from and everything throbbed, your whole body from head to toe.

You clenched your teeth, unable to quiet yourself any longer, soft protected moans escaping as your pussy tightened around Yoongi for the first time.

You could hear the satisfaction in his heavy growls. Yoongi picked up the pace as your body tensed in overstimulation. He wanted to hear you again, whining, begging him to stop.

So you would learn it was never going to stop.

You wake up, mouth dry. You turn on your side, hugging your knees to your body. The floor was cold. You felt dizzy, delirious even, unable to get a good night's rest for, has it been only six days? Well, six days of torture of course would feel like a lifetime to anybody in this situation.

You hear the door unlock, is it morning already? You barely slept…again…

You don’t remember when exhaustion had finally taken you away from Yoongi, but you woke up in an empty room, all alone, every muscle sore, inside and out.

Everything became transactional after that night. A bed was only for Yoongi and you, if you didn’t want to be with him, he said, then here you would stay. If you wanted to eat something, you were going to have to do something to appease his appetite as well.

You haven’t eaten anything in days.

You were stubborn, possibly the most stubborn person Yoongi has ever met, even worse than himself, but eventually the body always wins over the mind, there’s always a breaking point, always.

Exhaustion, hunger, thirst. When it comes down to it, the complexity of human existence can be stripped down to these three. Three simple drives becoming all consuming, all you know, all you feel, all you need to end.

Your anger is gone, you only feel three things now.

You stayed on your side, hugging your knees, listening to footsteps becoming closer.

Yoongi reaches for your hand, depositing a small tiny round pill into your palm. He did this yesterday too, that morning you threw it at him. This morning you held it in your fist, still refusing to swallow it.

“It’s pain medicine. If you take it I will give you water.”

You reach out your arm weakly at his last word. “Water? Food...”

“Take it first.”

You throw it at Yoongi. You catch your body from falling over, immediately wishing you hadn’t done that, you desperately wanted water.

Any other day, Yoongi probably would have thrown the water in your face to spite you, but this game was getting boring and he wanted you ready to leave with him for the weekend, so he played nice. He knew you were on the brink of giving into whatever he wanted anyways.

You hear him move around the room, the small pill put back into your palm.

“Is it really pain medication?”

“No.” He sounds so delightfully smug about telling you the truth.

You start to cry. “What is it?”

“A sedative.”

“Why?”

“So you can rest.”

So he can do things to you without any resistance, you think.

“Give me my bed back,” you mumble. Something soft hits your bare shoulders. You realize it is Yoongi’s jacket. You pull it closer, anything was better than the thin tight underwear you only wore, even if it did smell just like him.

You’re too tired to fight him when he lifts your chin up to get a better look at you. You didn’t realize your head had been down or how heavy your limbs had become. “You don’t have a bed, you don’t have a room. Not anymore,” Yoongi states impassively, in a low tone sounding almost of disappointment, like he wasn’t the one who had taken those things away from you in the first place!

You bite your lip, holding your breath. “Please…just give me food then…”

“In exchange for?”

You exhale defeatedly.

Let him win this time, y/n.

You finally listen to yourself. Slowly, you put the pill in your mouth, letting his jacket drop off your shoulders before swallowing.

Yoongi’s voice is closer. He’s crouching down in front of you. “Look at that…” he says amusedly. You shiver, knowing he’s staring at your exposed skin. “No, I don’t want your body,” he decides.

Now he doesn’t want it?! If you were stronger, thinking straighter, you would have had a million rebuttals to yell at him, but you were too hungry and tired to do anything but sulk, feeling more and more pathetic. “...what…”

“If that’s all you’re willing to give now then I can take you to our Gangnam parlor. How’s that sound? Rich business men looking for a novelty fuck? Fucking the blind whore?” He stands up, his voice retreating away to the door. “You’ll stay there until you pay off Jimin’s debt.”

Your blood runs cold. No no no.

You couldn’t say you knew what Yoongi was capable of, but you knew at least something about him. You couldn’t stand the thought of having new unfamiliar hands touch your most intimate parts. It made the bile in your stomach rise to think of an endless slew of faceless men coming and going…

“No, okay, p-please. What do you want then?!” You bow your head low, falling forward. You didn’t know if it was the pill you took or your own exhaustion that made everything feel so numb. You pat the floor until you find Yoongi’s jacket again, wrapping it around your body.

“Then make yourself actually useful. You know, how many languages? Six?”

“I know more than that,” you mumble.

“Get up, come with me. You don’t have to suffer here, in this purgatory anymore and you don’t have to go live in hell.” He crosses his arms, staring down at your gaunt figure. “Well?!” He barks, impatient. The choice was so obvious, the fact you kept up this little rebellion was so idiotic! Like working for Yoongi was worse than this?!

“Choose now! A life of hell or-”

“-with the devil,” you finish, fingers trembling as you hold his coat tight to you. You outstretch your arm, reaching for him.

Yoongi exhales, “or go with the devil,” the nettled tone in his voice diminishing.

You stand up, managing to walk a few steps before your legs give out and you fall into Yoongi’s arms.

He picks you up easily and takes you out of purgatory.

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“This man’s a fucking idiot. I’m going to take all his fucking money.”

The man looks at you expectantly, waiting to hear Yoongi’s answer.

You keep smiling, “Mr. Min agrees to your terms. We’ll meet again at the first of the month.” This man was taking out a 1.3 million yen loan and expecting to be able to pay Yoongi back almost double in a month’s time. You agreed, he sounded ridiculous, but he was clearly desperate, and you understand how desperation makes people make stupid choices…

Chairs scrape, locks reclick, payment is handed over.

You wait until one of Yoongi’s men bumps your shoulder. Then you feel another man, shoulder to shoulder with you. Jeon Jungkook. You could tell it was him, he was the only one who cleared his throat before standing beside you. He also moved back and forth more than the others, he seemed to hate standing still. You decide to let him be the one to lead you. Yoongi and his men moved like a unit, and you were positioned in the ranks among them.

You listened to the sounds of the street market at night, you could smell the vendors cooking as you walked through Kobe, Japan.

You end up in a small restaurant. The men order sake and grilled seafood, yakitori, and udon. Jungkook sits beside you. “Do you want some sake?”

“Yeah,” you nod. Might as well. Jungkook pours sake into your glass and pours one for himself.

Jungkook doesn’t complain when he helps you, he takes his time instead of being impatient and rough with you. It’s another reason why you prefer to let him lead you over any one of Yoongi’s men.

You were slowly learning the differences between them.

There was the man who smelled like cleaning supplies. He unnerved you. His frame was thin, his arm felt like just bones, and he was so quiet you could barely hear him breathe.

There was a man who breathed through his mouth, he was stocky, always chewing on something. He’s a chauvinist, but it worked in your favor. He doesn’t find you threatening so he isn’t weary around you, he lets slip important details. He finds you weak and who are you to tell him otherwise, plus he always gives you some of his jerky, the snack he’s always eating.

There was one who always seemed to forget you lacked spatial awareness, you were always bumping into things when he led you and he was always complaining. He walked too fast, he was annoying, and sounded like he was just a boy of sixteen, so you couldn’t hate him too much.

You had your favorites. Jungkook was of course at the top, and there was another man who was patient like him, and funny too, you think he called himself Jon, and you have a suspicion he is a foreigner like you.

“Let me know if you want more,” Jungkook says, putting the glass in your hands. He makes sure your fingers are firmly around the tiny cup before letting go. You smile, nodding.

Jungkook was quiet. He never answered your questions unless you asked for help. Any time you were curious and tried to find out something about what you were to be doing or where you were being taken, his mouth stayed annoyingly shut. Despite that, he was still your favorite.

Your fingers skim around the table as you try to find your utensils. “The spoon?”

“Not with the chopsticks. To your right.” That’s why he was your favorite, he didn’t stick the spoon in your hand out of frustration like the others would have. He let you try first, gave you some dignity to this undignified role of yours.

You ordered a rice bowl. Meat with onion and egg, simple and easy to eat and so delicious you could have eaten another bowl. Jungkook grabs two chicken skewers and puts one in your empty bowl, telling you there were good. It made you smile again.

Yoongi sat at the head of the table, watching it all, deciding if he should tell Jungkook to stay away from you from today on, or, perhaps, see how close you two can become…

Someone yells across the restaurant in accented Korean. “Min Yoongi, I told you our food is the best in Kobe!”

“It’s good,” Yoongi says simply, drinking another glass of sake.

The chatter dies down and you feel the room getting more crowded. “You should have told me you were in town, I could have brought in some hostesses for you.”

“Best not to mix business and pleasure.”

“Ahhh you’re such a workaholic. You haven’t changed at all! Another round of sake then?”

“Got any soju?”

“Ayye, we have the best sake available in Japan and you want soju?” he laughs. “You know, I think I still have the bottle you got me.” You listen to fingers snapping. “Big man know you’re in town?”

Yoongi tips his head back and finishes his drink, smiling back. “He knows.”

“So what business are we not mixing with pleasure?”

Yoongi clears his throat. “Just reeling in a few small fish, they think they can swim away with a debt and I can’t find them.”

The man sighs for those poor men, pouring soju for Yoongi and himself. “They knew what they were doing coming to this district. The tides here turn quickly. Did you want our help? Throw out some nets for you?” he jokes.

“They need to be alive to pay their debt,” Yoongi grunts, the man laughs, he sounds so friendly, such a stark contrast to the loan shark, so the implication throws you off guard. You still need to get used to the fact that there are no good men around you anymore.

The yakuza member tries to get Yoongi to divulge more of his dealings, but Yoongi knows better than to show his hand to another player, no matter how friendly. You listen as they talk, Yoongi seems to be only mildly inconvenienced by his presence, they must be good friends, so it catches you off guard when he suddenly speaks in Japanese, “Check and make sure that’s all he’s doing and Kumicho is aware of the situation,” he says to his associate next to him.

“He’s going to check if Min is telling the truth,” you say softly, loud enough for Jungkook to hear.

Yoongi’s old friend hears too.

He looks you over for the first time, studying your blank stare. Someone of his rank did not need to pay special attention to anyone but those he deemed as important as him, counting on his men to keep the rest of you in check, but now that he sees you, he’s surprised he didn’t notice you sooner, a woman amongst a bunch of gangsters. You didn’t look like a whore or one of their girlfriends, and you didn’t act like one either. You were fitted in the same suit as the rest, but you looked too soft to really fit in, too…innocent. It’s an odd sight.

“You understand me?” He notices your blank stare is more than just that as you glare in his general direction. “Ahh a flower in the midst of vines. But you seem to have some thorns on you too,” he says so only you understand. You stay quiet. “As you can’t tell, I’ll explain it to you, I’m not someone you should ignore,” he says in Korean.

“She only answers to me,” Yoongi interjects. You knew his friend had a good enough grasp of Korean to understand, but you still repeat the phrase in Japanese.

“She’s my interpreter. Don’t bother asking her anything, any words she speaks are just an extension of my voice. She really doesn’t have any other thoughts.”

Oh you have a lot of thoughts, and at this moment, they all involve ways to make Yoongi scream in pain.

The yakuza shakes his head, laughing. “You like collecting the odd ones,” he says, eyeing Jungkook. “But you know, I can’t protect you here. If you are dealing to any…bigger fish…we will need a cut,” he says, all his attention back on the loan shark.

Yoongi chuckles, he nods but you can’t see it and you become tense in the silence. “Well, I’m willing to negotiate, but deals like this are above your rank now, Moriuchi.”

This man is a top level gangster in one of the most notorious gangs in Kobe, but he’s a good sport. He spent a lot of his youth in Korea, and Yoongi was always reliable when it counted most. He cracks his knuckles. “Well…then I guess we’ll just have to go see the boss man.”

“Why? How are you going to understand them?”

“Like I said, I know some Japanese and Moriuchi can translate the rest for me.”

“Why?! I thought this is why you brought me here!” you argue. Yoongi had just finished telling you how you were not allowed to come with him tonight.

Yoongi pushes your shoulders down until you sit on the edge of his bed. “Because I said so.”

“W-What are you doing?” You begin to panic when he pushes your body backward onto his soft sheets.

“There’ll be no one here to keep an eye on you this time, little mouse. And I know better than to let you wander. Lift your arms.”

You feel your chest tighten, the weight of his words laying heavy on you. Why can’t you just go with them instead?! You have been more than cooperative. Fuck, you��ve done every stupid thing he’s asked of you. You don’t want to be tied up like a prisoner, reminding you of the actual truth of your situation.

“Please, don’t do this, I’ll be good. Why can’t I go?!” you struggle under him as Yoongi ties you to the bed. He wipes away your tears, quickly removing himself before he lets himself become sidetracked by your soft enticing whimpers. He should have just given you a sedative instead, but Yoongi had no time to waste.

He would have taken you under any normal circumstance, but he expected this particular situation was going to quickly dissolve into chaos. Actually, he hoped for it. And even if he wanted a bloody outcome, this den of lions was not his, you would be eaten alive. It’s too dangerous for you. Yoongi knew how to fight, how to win, his claws knew how to tear others apart. Even if you had adapted to scratch, you were a kitten in comparison. Even if you had your sight, Yoongi would not have allowed you to come.

“We are meeting with the head of the Yakuza...in his home. You want to go there?”

No. “Y-Yes.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes at your unconvincing answer. “If you think I am bad, you don’t know the Japanese.” You flinch away as his lips trail over your jaw and neck as he takes his time to smell you one last time. You try to wiggle away from him, angry. He ties your mouth shut, in case you decide to scream for someone to help you. “I’ll be back soon. I expect it won’t take any time at all.”

Goddammit. You scream into your gag, twisting your body around. He couldn’t even turn on the TV so you could listen to something?!

Without any way to tell time, waiting for Yoongi to come back was agony. You half suspected he was dead already, murdered by the Yakuza, and that would have been great news if you weren’t trapped to his bed with no way to free yourself. His death meant inevitably yours too, you thought, annoyed at the irony.

Finally the door unlocks.

“So here you were,” Moriuchi laughs. He grabs your ankle, pulling your restraints taunt. You speak a slew of muffled questions, kicking out with your free leg. “Tied up? Now I’m confused.”

Where was Yoongi, what was going to happen to you now?! Did that idiot bastard really get himself killed?!

You knee the yakuza member hard when he gets closer, scrambling away as best you can. You scream again when he pulls you back down.

“Let her go.” You go limp in surprise. Then you kick him one last time, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to surprise him.

“Did you see that?! She kicked me, what the fuck.”

“Yeah, you deserved it. Did I say you could touch her?”

You hear heavy things being dropped on the floor. Yoongi and his friend moving around quickly. Later you’ll learn those heavy objects were suitcases full of weapons, part of a good deal made for helping finish his friend's coup d’etat. Yoongi liked good deals, and he liked allies even more, and Yoongi’s friend was opportunistic, and also knew when to move with the tides.

Tonight you also learned when Yoongi was in a good mood, he didn’t mind sharing.

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The Silk House (2)

Today's Story: John Price Chases a Train

Summary: Price is a vigilante in a long-term relationship with a prostitute named Nikolai. The problem? Neither of them believes that the other's feelings match their own. So when Nikolai gets an offer of marriage, Price will be forced to face those feelings and determine if his beliefs are true.

Word Count: 10.7k

Warnings: Smut, Misunderstandings, anal, hand jobs, blow jobs

Note: For the wonderful @wmdamadeof

There was something about smoking a cigar while watching the sunset that would never get old for Price.

He didn’t know what it was. He tried to place it often, tried to figure out what kept him staring out at the oranges and reds of the sky at the end of every day. He could never place it. He wondered often if it was the colors, if he was so attached to the colors that streaked across the sky and the way they would fade into purples and blues before the night took over. He didn’t think it was the colors, though they certainly helped.

He thought maybe it was the cigar. Maybe it was the steady push and pull of smoke and the red that burned with each breath he took. He thought maybe the taste of smoke on his tongue was so addicting that he just kept coming back for more. It wasn’t the cigars. He never got the same feeling from them when he smoked somewhere else.

He asked himself one day if it wasn’t necessarily the sunset or the cigar that kept him coming back, but if it was something bigger than that. In those moments, looking over the sunset with a cigar between his fingers, Price felt content. He felt free, like he belonged, like he found his place in the world. He thought the open hills and freedom of the West were just what he needed. The sunset just reminded him of that. It was the most likely option and the one he’d settled on for himself. He didn’t think he could be content anywhere else.

“Oi, Cap,” Price turned his head away from the sunset, moving to watch as his team approached him. Gaz was the one who’d spoken, and the younger man was quick to pull his hat off of his head to hold it against his chest as he grinned at him. Price observed the move carefully, amusement tugging at him. “We’ve got the horses settled and everything paid for. We’re gonna head in if that's alright with you, yeah boss?”

“What did I say about calling me Cap?” Price asked rather than answering. His response didn’t throw Gaz off, instead it only seemed to make his smile grow wider. Price was fond of him and they both knew that he wasn’t actually upset by the playful nickname. Not that Price particularly liked it, Captain Price sounded a bit stuffy to him all things considered. “What’s the rush to get inside?” He took another puff from his cigar.

“Ghost and Soap want to try their luck with Roach again,” Gaz teased, nudging at Soap as he did. In response, Soap’s face went bright red and Price could see a blush peeking out over the top of Ghost’s bandana. Soap was quick to give Gaz a glare and curse at him in a low voice. None of them would have understood him even if he’d spoken at a normal volume, though Price wasn’t going to say that.

“Gaz just wants to flirt with the fuckin’ barman again!” Soap accused, pointing a finger toward Gaz as he did. The result was immediate, and now Gaz was flushed as well. Price could only watch amused as the two started to argue back and forth and, inevitably, started to playfully shove at one another.

After several moments of watching the scuffle while puffing on his cigar, Price decided it was time to intervene. “Alright you two, you look like drunken fools, knock it off.” Immediately, the two separated, matching grins on their faces as they did. For as much as they poked fun at the other, it was clear to see how much they actually cared. Price gave the two a quick once over before turning his attention to Ghost and Soap, “Try to keep yourselves respectful, the last thing we need is to get banned for life because two of my men won’t stop trying to fuck the owner.”

Soap gave a mock salute to him while Ghost only shifted nervously before offering a small nod. Price didn’t doubt that the two were ever anything but respectful to Roach. The lad didn’t take shit from anyone, so he doubted that he would take it from his men. That and it was clear to see that Ghost and Soap’s fascination with him ran deeper than the occasional coin they pooled together to take a night with him.

After giving the group one last once over, he tilted his head toward the door of the building behind him. “Alright, go on. I’ll join you lot soon.” He brought his cigar back to his lips and turned his attention toward the setting sun once again, ignoring the group as they moved to pass them.

“Oh uh,” he turned at the sound of Gaz’s voice next to him and raised an eyebrow at the man, “Want me to ask Roach to get your usual set up?” His words weren’t quiet, they both knew that Price had no shame in the money or time that he spent in the upstairs rooms of the Silk House.

He gave a short nod and, with that, Gaz was moving inside the building after Soap and Ghost, leaving Price to smoke his cigar alone in the peace of the sunset. Just how he liked it.

“All these new scars,” Nikolai gave a disappointed tut as he let his hands move across Price’s skin, “What am I going to do with you, dusha moya?” The warm water covering Price’s skin did nothing to keep the feeling of Nik’s hands from burning into him. With every scrub and wipe of dirt from him, Price could feel himself relaxing. It was always so easy to relax when he was with Nikolai.

Price tilted his head back against the tub, exposing the line of his throat to Nik’s eyes. The other man took quick advantage, leaning forward to place kisses along his skin as his hands worked to clean his skin of any dirt and grime that seemed to linger. “You’d rather me turn up with new scars than not turn up at all,” Price commented as the other man pulled away from him, his attention back on cleaning his body with attentive hands.

“I would rather it if you had no scars, but I certainly expect you to return to me either way.” The words sent a shiver down Price’s spine and he couldn’t help but to give the other man a soft smile. Nik was quick to return it and, for just a moment, the two simply watched one another, both feeling a softness that they knew they only held for one another. “I missed you,” Nik muttered the words under his breath, his voice soft. Still, the words were loud enough to hear.

Price brought a hand up to tangle in Nik’s hair. He used his grip to gently tug the other man closer to him, pulling him forward until he could press their lips together in a soft kiss. It was slow and filled with emotion that Price rarely ever felt that he could show. Only for Nikolai. It was all reserved for him. He didn’t respond to the other man, he never did.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. It wasn’t that he didn’t miss Nikolai or wish that they would have more time together, it wasn’t that. Price adored Nik. He adored the man just as much as he could tell Nikolai adored him. He wouldn’t show it though, he wouldn’t show it because he would never be able to have the man and he knew it.

He knew he was already attached, but it was so much easier to pretend that he wasn’t. To pretend that he hadn’t fallen for a man who’d refused to leave the business for him, who adored him but wouldn’t stop his work for him. So, Price tried to pretend he wasn’t attached, because it hurt more when he acknowledged that he was.

After a moment, Price pulled back. He let himself relax back into the tub, turning his eyes toward the ceiling so he wouldn’t have to feel Nik’s eyes burning into him. He could never really handle the heat that the other man fixed him with, the heat and the love and the adoration. It was all too much for him. Too much. Not enough. Not what he wanted.

Several moments of silence passed between the two, Price didn’t move. He didn’t know if Nik was expecting something from him, if the man was waiting for him to say something, but he didn’t speak. He would let Nikolai control where they went from here because he couldn’t trust himself to do it. He couldn’t trust that he wouldn’t try to kiss the man and get to his knees and beg for him to just leave with him. He just couldn’t trust himself.

Finally, Nikolai began to move, pushing himself from his kneeled position next to the tub and stretching up into the air in a way that was all too appealing for Price. His eyes traced the lines of Nikolai’s skin, marking out familiar paths that he’d spent so many nights tracing with his fingers, knowing he would be forced to leave the following day. “Come, John.” Price’s eyes traced up to Where Nikolai was watching him, a small smile pulling at his lips as he did, “Come, you’re clean.”

“So I’m welcome in your bed now?” Price asked playfully, pushing himself up from the now murky bathwater. He accepted Nikolai’s help out of the tub and allowed the other man to begin to dry him with a soft towel. Price had no issue standing in front of the other man bare, or in feeling the towel across his skin. The two had seen each other in every state of undress and situations far worse than simply standing naked.

“You,” Nik tossed the towel to the side and started to guide Price toward the bed, gently turning him as he did, “are welcome in my bed at all times, dusha moya.” He kept his touch on Price’s skin gentle, even as he pushed him and manhandled him how he liked. Price would never understand how the man had come to be so large, how he’d come to be so strong. He would never complain about it though.

The back of his legs hit the bed and he let himself fall backward to sit on the soft mattress, his head tilted up so that he could meet Nik’s eyes. Nikolai’s hands traced along his bare chest, running through the hair that dotted his skin before rising up to stroke slowly over his shoulders, almost reverently. “Unless I’m dirty?” Price teased the man again, a grin on his lips even as his body lit up red.

Nikolai gave a huff, but it was undermined by the laugh that cut through it. A matching grin pulled to his face as he used his hands on Price’s shoulders to push him back, gently applying pressure until Price was laid on the bed beneath him. “You would not want a dirty cowboy in your bed either.” He moved to hover over Price before lowering himself to begin pressing kisses along his neck again.

His lips traced across Price’s skin and the man could only tilt his head back and offer Nik more room to do whatever he liked. His head felt fuzzy and his chest felt warm. He felt content, he felt like he belonged. He felt like he was smoking a cigar and watching the sunset. “Besides,” Nik whispered as his kisses became more entwined with the press of his teeth and tongue, “It’s much nicer to taste a clean cowboy than a dirty one.”

Moments later and his mouth found Price’s, his tongue slipping between just parted lips. Price gave a contented sigh and pressed closer. Nikolai tasted like home.

Perhaps Nikolai was a fool. He questioned it often, he questioned himself often. He’d fucked up a lot in his life. Really, he had. And yet, he struggled to call himself a fool.

The first time that he should have called himself a fool was when he was fifteen. He’d left Russia and his family and everything he’d ever known behind because…well because he wanted something different. He didn’t want to just be, he wanted to live. So he’d snuck his way onto a ship and months of scrounging and stealing later and he’d found himself hopping off of the ship in the West. He had nothing with him. He thought he’d be fine.

He wasn’t fine. He’d somehow through slow negotiating and the kindness of strangers that he met along the way, found himself three years later starving in a small town in one of the new Western territories. He had nothing. He was hungry, he was desperate, he was…young. Eighteen, spotted by some noblewoman who took a liking to him, a liking to his stature and his strength. She’d whispered that he would make a killing. He thought she’d meant for himself. She hadn’t.

He was a twenty-three-year-old stuck in a shitty contract that was only legal because it wasn’t a state he lived in, only a territory. He was owned, he was nothing more than his body. Thrown into a life where whoever had the most coin would get to spend a night in his arms. The contract was clever, designed so he’d never be able to pay his way out of it. He was stuck.

He was twenty-three when he met John Price. Price himself was a twenty-one-year-old fresh-faced deputy, all smiles and grins as he spoke to Nikolai. As though he didn’t understand that he hadn’t paid for a chat, he’d paid for a fuck. He hadn’t let Nikolai fuck him. And, in the nights that he’d returned, months of buying him out to chat and ask questions, he still never once let Nikolai pull him beneath the sheets.

Nik thought that was what made him start falling for Price initially. Price didn’t look at him like he was just an object to be paid for, he looked at him like he was a person. So Nik was twenty-three and falling in love with a deputy.

Nik was thirty when Price asked him to leave. Nik was thirty. He was still trapped. He wanted to say yes…he couldn’t. He watched Price leave instead.

Nikolai was now thirty-nine. He was older, bordering on the age at which many people in his business were forced to quit. He was no longer owned. He worked for himself and himself alone while he waited and prayed that Price would ask him to leave again. Price never did.

That wasn’t the point anymore. The point now, as it stood, was that Nikolai was old. His clients were slowing down. The days that he would go with no one to offer him coin for a night only seemed to grow. He knew what was going on, he knew he was becoming undesirable. He knew that soon, he would have to figure out some way to support himself again, or he’d be back on the streets. Cold, hungry, alone.

Roach had told him time and time again that he would never let that happen. Nik was one of his boys, a funny statement considering he was much older than the owner of the little brothel, that he’d always have a place and a job with him. Nik had never wanted to accept that, it felt like charity. He wanted to earn his way, to prove himself, he didn’t want everything handed to him. But, he knew his time was running out.

That was why he hadn’t thrown out the letter.

It sat in front of him now, unassuming and plain against the dark wood of the little desk in his room. He stared at it, just tracing the creamy white color with his eyes. It was so pristine, so nice. It spelled…something new for him. Something decent. A way to take care of himself, to make sure he would never have to accept charity from anyone else again. It should have been easy for him to look at the letter. It wasn’t.

It wasn’t easy. Not when he had the scent of Price lingering on his bed sheets and the sounds of him crying his name in his ears. Not when he had years of love and friendship bouncing around in his mind, years of waiting. It felt like…like accepting what was in front of him, what had been offered to him, it felt like throwing all of that away. He didn’t want to throw it away.

He tilted his head back with a sigh, rolling his neck to try and relieve some of the tension from his body. It never seemed to work, but still, he tried. He wished that Price was there with him, that he wasn’t sitting at the desk alone. Price wasn’t there, he’d left moments prior to go downstairs and collect his men before setting off to work. Nik hated to see him leave, but he took solace in the fact that Price was meant to be back in a few days.

He tilted his head to the side, a little smile ticking up his lips as he caught sight of the hat sitting on the dresser in the corner. A chuckle escaped his lips and soon he was up and across the room to snatch the hat up. Leave it to Price to forget something so dear to him before leaving. He gave a quick tut before moving out of his room and toward the stairs quickly, hoping to catch Price before he really set off. He thought the man might notice, but he might not. And, it gave him an excuse to have just a moment longer with him.

He stopped at the top of the stairs with a start, confusion overtaking him as he spotted Price at the bar, talking with Roach. The gaming parlor was practically empty at this time of day, so even at his spot at the top of the stairwell, he could hear the two’s conversation quite easily. He’d expected Price to be gone or leaving already, and he could assume that the others were waiting outside considering Soap and Ghost weren’t hovering as close to Roach as they could get. So he wondered why Price was still inside.

“-says you don’t pay.” He caught the end of Roach’s words as he took a careful step down the stairs, trying not to distract them. “He says you’re a guest, not a client. You don’t pay for your time with him.” Roach crossed his arms over his chest and fixed Price with an annoyed look. Based on his face, it was clear this was an argument they’d had before. Nikolai could feel dread bubbling up in his gut at the thought. He tightened his hand on Price’s hat.

Price gave a chuckle and pushed several coins toward Roach on the bar, “We have this argument every time, Roach. I want to pay.” He leaned against the bar, “Can we just skip ahead, you know that you always accept the money. Why do this whole song and dance?”

“I do this whole ‘song and dance’ for Nikolai,” Roach glared down the man in front of him, “He doesn’t want you to pay, I respect those wishes. With the way that the two of you are…I thought you would as well.”

Nik’s heart beat faster in his chest and his head felt as though it was filled with cotton. He thought his breathing might be shallow, but he couldn’t tell beyond the faint feeling that took over and the blood rushing through him. Price had been paying for him? Even…even after Roach had told him that he didn’t want him to pay?

“I do this for Nik,” Price’s voice was harsh and the tone of it made Nikolai flinch. Roach didn’t flinch, he just raised an eyebrow at Price in an unimpressed manner. “Take the money,” Price pushed it forward again, “take it as a donation if you have to. I don’t care. I just want it going to Nikolai.”

There was a long moment before, with a deep sigh, Roach leaned forward to swipe the money from the bar. Nikolai could see the scowl on his face, but he could hardly think or react. Price had just paid for him. John had just paid for him.

“Get out of my bar,” Roach barked at the man. Price shook his head and tapped a hand on the bar for a few moments before pushing himself back and starting to gather up his things. Nikolai watched him for several moments, unable to really do much other than watch the man.

“I’ll be back in a few days with the boys,” Price turned to Roach with a careful look on his face, “I know you’re pissed, but I do this for a reason.” Nikolai wondered what his reason could be. There was only one thing he could believe, only one thing that he could think of. Price didn’t want to be his guest. Price wanted to keep that wall of separation. He wanted a way to keep himself and Nikolai from ever getting past what they were.

“John,” his voice carried across the bar before he could even register that he’d spoken. His voice caught Price’s attention, and the man was quick to plaster a grin on as he turned to look at him. Nik didn’t say anything, he just held up the hat for Price to see.

In a second, the other man was crossing the room in quick strides, moving quickly and quietly up the stairs to meet him where he stood. The hat was taken gently from his hands and a quick and careful kiss was pressed against his lips. Nik wondered if the kiss was even real.

“Thank you, love, would have had a shit few days without this.” Price gave him a smile and pressed another kiss against his cheek. “I’ll be back soon.” The words were whispered against his skin before another kiss was pressed to his cheek. Price was off then, moving down the stairs quickly and toward the front of the building with a wave toward Roach.

Nik barely had enough time to call, “Be safe,” to him before he was out the door with one last wink sent over his shoulder toward him. The sound of the front door of the house closing seemed to echo around the empty gaming parlor. He stood still for several long moments, just watching the place where Price had just disappeared, taking his heart along with him. Slowly, he let his eyes trail over to the bar.

He met Roach’s eyes and he could see even from his place at the top of the stairs the guilt that seemed to be written on his face. Guilt and…was it pity? No, not pity, just sorrow. Roach was upset on his behalf. The younger man was smart, he knew everything, he probably knew about the letter sitting neatly in the upstairs room, and he likely knew how dear Price was to him.

Nik thought about the letter sitting upstairs, about the pristine creamy white envelope with the letter inside, the one he’d poured over countless times already. He thought, maybe now was the time to look it over again, to really consider what he was being offered.

“Um,” he turned slightly but kept his eyes on Roach’s for a long moment, “I’ll be upstairs if uh if anyone comes in for me.” He didn’t wait for a response before turning and starting up the stairs, his movement slow. He was in no rush. After all, he knew that with how business had been for him the past several months, he would have no clients until Price returned.

“Kamarov, huh?” Roach dropped the letter gently to his desk, his eyes tilting up toward Nikolai knowingly. Nik had no doubt that the man had known about the letter and its contents, but this was clearly the first he’d gotten the exact details of it. “He has always seemed to enjoy you more than a client strictly would.” A small teasing smile pulled at the edge of his lips, “You’re his bad boy aren’t you?”

Nik could feel his face head up red and he gave a groan, burying his face in his hands as he did. “Please do not remind me,” he shook his head lightly, an almost choked laugh leaving his throat, “The man is interesting, that is for certain.”

Roach hummed, an amused smile still painting his lips, “Interesting is certainly one way to describe it. Interesting and offering you…something good. Something sustainable.” Nikolai wanted to sigh at those words, but instead, he just rubbed tiredly at his face again. They both knew what this conversation was, so he supposed that there was no reason to draw it out.

“Yes,” he agreed finally, straightening up in his seat so that he was sitting tall. It helped to make him feel more confident than he truly was with the decision. “It’s a good deal for me, I’ll be taken care of, have a stipend. A house. I would be a fool to refuse the offer.”

“You will be married,” Roach stated plainly. He tilted the letter toward him with his finger, his eyes tracing over it once again, “Not only married but married to a client. There is more to consider than what money it will afford you.” He leaned forward, tilting himself so that his arms were against the desk and he could lean closer to Nik across the table. Nik knew exactly what he was going to say before he spoke. “Price,” his face softened, “you know that, I mean you understand that-”

“It will be the end of my relationship with him,” Nik leaned back in his seat, trying to breathe through the thought. He started tapping his heel, needing some way to get the anxious energy out of his body. “I’ve thought it through…I think it's for the best.”

“You love him,” Roach spoke the words plainly, as though they weren’t digging into his heart.

“I do,” Nik confirmed. There was no point denying it, no point hiding it. They both knew. Nikolai had never been able to hide it, it was practically ingrained into his bones with how deep it ran. There was quiet that fell over the two before Nik confessed, “I know he’s been paying.”

He looked away from Roach but he could still feel the younger man’s gaze burning into his skin. Seconds ticked past with no response, but he could hear the way that Roach tapped his fingers against his desk, a nervous habit of his that Nik had picked up on only months after being brought under his service. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Nikolai answered carefully. “I should have known. Things haven’t been the same between us for…too long.”

“He loves you.”

Those words did pull a stuttered breath from Nikolai’s lungs. He had to grip tight to the arm of the chair he was in just to pull himself back together enough to respond. “He did,” he agreed, “at one point he did. Now is different, something is different. Our chance, my chance is gone. This is my last option.”

Roach joined his hands together, twirling his thumbs around one another for a long moment before he asked, “You’re not here to talk this through, are you? You’ve already made up your mind?” All he received in response was a quick nod from Nikolai. Silence sat between the two for a long moment. Roach didn’t look particularly happy, but as usual, he would support his workers, no matter what. “When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow afternoon,” Nikolai answered easily. “A um, a stagecoach will pick me up and take me to the next town over. I’ll leave on the train in the morning.” He hesitated for a moment before explaining, “I’ve already started clearing out my room.”

“Right then,” Roach cleared his throat and leaned back in his seat. Nikolai thought that he was trying distinctly to look unbothered by what he’d just been told. “I supposed congratulations are in order then,” he gave him a small smile, “I’ll be sad not to have you around, but I’m happy for you all the same.”

“Thank you,” Nikolai gave him a small nod and a soft smile and that was all there was to it. Nik had made his decision. Roach respected that.

Price and his boys didn’t get back until hours after Nikolai had left. It was almost perfectly timed just the way that they’d missed one another. One would have almost thought that it was planned. It didn’t matter if it was or wasn’t, in the end, what mattered was that Price didn’t arrive back at the Silk House until Nikolai was already gone.

He came in like he normally would, moments after his boys had stepped inside, only this time things were different. Rather than the three men gathered around the bar with Soap and Ghost trying desperately to hold Roach’s attention, rather than Gaz leaning over the bar so that he could watch Jackson mix drinks together as he flirted, all three of the men were gathered together. They were gathered together in front of Roach, with wide eyes and something that spelled trouble on their faces.

He made a line to the group immediately, forgoing his usual path straight up to Nikolai’s room. “What’s happened?” He asked when he was close enough. Immediately he had the eyes of the little group on him. Roach looked the most normal out of them, but even he noticed his clenched jaw and the way he wouldn’t fully meet his eyes.

“Cap,” Gaz started. His voice broke toward the end and he snapped his mouth shut, looking away as though he couldn’t physically bring himself to explain. Price looked between the group, dread building in his gut. They’d all been their usual excited selves when they’d arrived, he couldn’t understand what had changed.

“What?” He tried again, his voice more serious. He needed someone to explain what had happened. To explain why they were all looking at him like he might collapse before their eyes.

“Price,” it was Roach who finally spoke, Price thought he should have suspected it would be him able to piece himself together enough to explain, “Nikolai isn’t here.”

Price blinked at him, trying to figure out why that was such a big deal. So Nikolai wasn’t there, Price would just wait for him to get back from whatever errand he was running. He’d done it before and Nik never seemed to mind finding him waiting on his bed, spread out and waiting for him. “That’s all?” He started, “Why are you-”

“Nikolai left,” Roach explained. He met Price’s eyes carefully and with a sudden, startling, and overwhelming clarity, Price understood what he was trying to say. Dread crept up his spine and seemed to slither around his body in long tendrils. They wrapped around his throat and sat there as a burning presence for several moments. Roach straightened up before adding, “He’s getting married.”

The tendrils tightened, and with it, Price felt he could no longer breathe.

“You’ve been so stressed lately, dusha moya,” Nikolai muttered the words against his skin, his teeth and tongue teasing over Price’s hip. A moment later and he fixed his mouth in one place to begin sucking a mark there, pulling a low groan from Price’s mouth. Once he’d left a healthy bruise in his wake, he returned to licking and teasing the skin with his teeth. “I can feel it.”

He traced his lips up the line of Price’s body, stopping temporarily to tease and suck at his nipples, causing Price to quickly bury a hand in his hair, trying to tug him closer as he arched up into the touch. He could feel Nik chuckling against his skin. “What has you so stressed right now? Hmm?”

Price gasped as Nik continued his path up his body, tracing slow kisses along his neck as he did. Finally, those kisses traced over his chin before finding his lips. The kiss was a slow thing, slow and deep. Price allowed Nik his control this time and only whimpered when the other man grabbed his chin to tilt his head just how he wanted him. It only made everything feel that much more intense.

Nikolai moved his leg, pressing his thigh right against Price’s hard and dripping length, pulling a moan from his lips just as he opened his mouth to respond. Nik continued his assault on Price’s skin, pressing his adoration into every touch, stroke, and tease. He wanted more than anything for the man beneath him to feel how he felt for him, to understand just how much he was adored.

“I,” Price tilted his head back again and bucked his hips against Nikolai’s thigh, moaning at the resulting friction that came from the move, “Did you know that you make it so difficult to focus?” Price’s skin felt hot as Nik gave a rumbling chuckle against him, but his heart fluttered in his chest all the same.

“I could say the same to you,” Nik responded easily. He nipped at Price’s neck, “You’re a lovely distraction though.” He let one of his hands trail over Price’s chest, feeling along the skin with a gentle, almost reverent, hand.

Price used the hand that he had threaded through Nik’s hair to guide him down into another kiss. This one was slower, and wasn’t so much one kiss as several presses of their lips together, in a careful dance. After a moment, Price tugged back to press their forehead together, a press of skin as they locked eyes and slowly rutted against the other, shared gasps and moans spilling into the silence of the space between them.

“Fuck,” Price pressed them closer, letting their lips hover together as the pleasure build between them. Now they shared the same breath, hardly any space between them as they continued rutting and writhing together. They were a mess of sweat and heat as they took pleasure in the friction of each other. “Just, oh fuck, just like that.”

“Like this?” Nik rocked Price against just as he’d done moments before and with the answering moan he’d received, it was easy to just continue the movements. The feel of Price’s own body rubbing up against his hard cock made for a surge of mutual lust and pleasure. Neither of them wanted it to stop, so they didn’t, they just continued to press against the other and seek the warmth that was slowly searing through their veins to build a delicious pressure.

Price came first, writhing and shaking in Nik’s hands as the other man continued to work him against his thigh, not letting up until he was collapsing on top of him with a gasp, his own finish finding him suddenly. It was a quick interaction, but something that both of them enjoyed.

Soft kisses were shared between them, just a slow press of comforting lips as Nik whispered praises into Price's skin. “So good,” and “so perfect,” and “I love you.” Each spoken with a reverence and truth that left Price no choice but to believe it. Several quiet moments passed by like this, and Price enjoyed the feeling of being in Nikolai’s arms, of being close. It made him want…it made him wish…

“I quit,” he spoke quietly.

Nikolai went quiet and, after a moment, he pulled back so he could look at Price. He hovered over him and watched him for a long moment, tilting his head at him carefully. “You quit?” He didn’t sound upset with him, he just sounded confused. “Why?”

“I can’t do anything as deputy,” Price spoke carefully, “the sheriff is on everyone’s payroll. He looks the other way for things. I…I can’t do that. So I quit.”

Nik pushed himself back further until he was sitting back on his heels, looking down at Price. Price followed suit and used his hands to push himself up into a sitting position, watching Nik carefully. “Oh,” Price couldn’t read his face, “So…where will you go now? What will you do now?”

“I’m not sure,” Price leaned forward, trying to get closer to him, “I want to help people. I want to, I don’t know, try to fix things. But I don’t know how I’m going to do that yet.”

“Well,” Nik reached out to brush a hand through his hair, “if anyone can do it, there’s no doubt in my mind that it will be you.” Price went hot at the words, a sense of pride running through him. Nikolai’s support meant more to him than anyone else's, having his support was exhilarating.

Price thought then about what had been weighing on his mind recently. He would be leaving town which meant leaving Nikolai. Unless, well unless it didn’t. He loved the man, he adored him with every fiber of his being. Nikolai loved him. He didn’t doubt that. So, surely, Nikolai would be willing to come with him.

“I wanted to ask,” Price moved closer and lifted a hand to cup Nikolai’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the skin as he did, “I love you and, and I don’t want to leave you.” Nikolai leaned into his hand, a relieved sigh leaving him as he heard Price’s words. “So, I was thinking, you should…you could come with me? Leave this and we could find something new together.”

A quiet settled over the room. Price watched Nik’s face fall and he felt as the man slowly pulled away from his touch. Price could feel his heart sink into his chest before Nikolai even spoke. “John,” his voice was soft, like he was trying to offer comfort for the heartbreak he was about to give, “I can’t.”

“Nik-”

“I love you,” Nik reached forward to run a hand over his shoulder, “but I can’t. I have to stay here, they won’t,” he cut himself off with a huff and muttered several words in Russian. “It isn’t, well, you know they have,” he gave another annoyed huff, unable to find the right words. He didn’t have to, Price understood him perfectly well.

“Nik,” He reached out a hand and let it land on the man’s knee, “You don’t have to explain. I understand.” He hated to say it, but he understood perfectly well. Nikolai wouldn’t leave for him. Nik wanted to stay in the business.

Nik gave him a terrible frown and Price could see tears gather in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “I’m sorry.”

Despite how bad his chest hurt, despite the devastation and heartbreak he felt, Price couldn’t stand to see Nik look so upset. “It’s alright,” he answered back, “I’m alright.”

He wasn’t alright, but he would say whatever he had to for Nikolai’s peace of mind.

Price was a mess, a proper fucking mess.

Bent over a bar with tears staining his face, his third drink in hand, he hated himself in that moment. He’d never wanted to get to this point, some depressed sop sitting at a bar filled with pity for themselves. He’d even taken to talking, just speaking words about his relationship with Nikolai through his tears. He thought he was truly pathetic, a true mess of a man.

“Maybe we slow down with the drinks,” Roach watched with thinly veiled worry as he drained his third drink quickly, just the same as he’d done the first two. “I won’t have you puking on my floor.”

Price could see the glance that the man shared with his boys, the worry that they all shared. Price thought they were right to worry, he honestly wasn’t sure how he was going to deal with this. It was always Nik that he thought about returning to. Always Nikolai who had him planning and carefully executing everything his team did. He needed to be careful so he could make it back, so he could see Nik again. Now? Now what did he have to be careful for?

“I thought he loved me,” Price leaned forward to bury his face in his arms, “I thought he loved me. Maybe not as much as I wanted him to, maybe not as much as I did, but I really thought he loved me.”

Roach’s attention left the boys and came back to him. Price could see him narrow his eyes down at him and straighten up taller. “Nik does love you,” he wrinkled his nose, “he thought you didn’t love him. That’s why he left.”

“Why would he think that?” Price didn’t believe him. Why would Nik leave if he loved him? Why would Nik ever believe that he wasn’t so enamored with him? He’d asked him to leave all those years ago, it had been Nik who said no. “I made my feelings clear.”

“Yeah,” Roach snorted, “paying for him when he didn’t want you to certainly made those feelings clear.” His face was hard and Price once again found himself wondering what the man had against the idea of Price trying to help Nikolai out. He’d always paid for Nik and he’d only been told he didn’t have to when the other man started working at the Silk House. He wanted to pay because he wanted to help. Because he loved him.

Price shot him a glare, “I paid because I loved him. I wanted to take care of him, why don’t you seem to get that?”

His words were snappy and Roach had no qualms snapping back, “Because to us you aren’t paying to take care of us, you’re paying to have us for a night.” He bared his teeth and, at that moment, Price remembered that the man in front of him wasn’t just the owner of the establishment, but was an entertainer and worker just as much as Nik was. “The message you send when you pay is that you are a client. Not a lover, not a friend, not someone who cares about the person you’re with, just another client who wants a warm place to stick their cock for the night.”

Price gaped at the man for a long moment. He’d never considered it that way, he’d never thought how it might look to Nikolai or Roach. He’d just assumed…he’d just thought that he was helping. His intentions were good. He loved Nik and he wanted to care for him. A part of him felt embarrassed at the fact that Roach had needed to explain something so simple to him, another part of him felt like he needed to defend himself.

“Even so,” Price grumbled out, “he was the one who chose this life over me. He turned me down when I asked him to leave with me, to build a life somewhere else with just the two of us.” He looked down at the bar, tracing his fingers over the counter in front of him with a low sigh.

“What?” Roach turned away from him to reach back and start pouring him another drink, Price was grateful for it. “I seriously doubt Nik would do that.”

“He did, back when he worked at the other place.”

The glass of alcohol suddenly slammed down in front of him on the bar, spilling bits of the liquid onto the bar and soaking into his shirt. “Hey-!”

“What did you say?” Roach’s voice was tight and Price could see how tense the man was, how hard he was gripping the glass in front of him. Something about it spelled danger for him, but he continued nonetheless.

“Back at the old place,” he started nervously, “I asked him to come with me and he turned me down. He chose the job over me, if he loved me-”

“You’re an idiot.” There was a moment of silence that hovered over the group. Price just looked at Roach, witnessing the rage that sat across his features. As usual, he couldn’t understand what it was that had earned him such ire from the younger man.

“Roach,” That was Soap, his voice low and hesitant, as though he was also afraid to speak.

“No,” Roach cut him off with a short glare, “he’s an idiot.” he pulled the glass away from Price and turned to dump the contents out in a little bucket before setting the thing to the side to be cleaned. When he turned back, he made a point to wipe up the alcohol he’d spilled as he spoke, “Nik didn’t turn you down because he chose the job, he turned you down because he actually couldn’t leave. He was under contract.”

“Contract?” Price questioned slowly. There was something sick sitting in his throat, something that told him that Nik had been trying to explain something more than he thought back in that room.

“That’s how some of the brothels get their workers,” Roach explained, glaring at his counter, “They trick you into a contract, you’re forced to work for them until you can pay them back. They make it near impossible to pay them back, you’re stuck. You try to run, well they’ve usually got the law in their pocket so you end up in jail or right back where you started.”

Price swallowed harshly, a terrible sense of clarity hitting him. “But,” he started dumbly, “contracts like that are against the law.”

Roach slammed his hand down on the bar, “Damn it, Price!” He leaned closer to him, glaring him down as he spoke, “When are you going to realize there is no law here? There’s only what your money can buy.”

Price swallowed hard. It was a lesson he knew, one he’d been forced to learn many times over. When he was a deputy, when he’d trusted a man on a payroll, when he’d been forced to face an old friend on opposite sides, and now he was forced to learn it again. Only this time, it wasn’t because he’d been betrayed or let down, it was because he’d been naive. Too naive.

Slowly, shakily, he pushed himself up from his seat at the bar. He had to go. He had to find Nik. “I,” he took in a shaky breath as he looked up at Roach, “I have to-”

“Go,” Roach nodded to him, “drinks are on the house.” Roach turned to his boys then, “You lot go with him. He’s three drinks deep with a train to catch and I’ll be damned if he misses it and the man he loves because of it.” His eyes lingered over Soap and Ghost for a moment before he turned back to Price, “Get out of my bar.”

Price listened.

Price didn’t stop for anything the entire night. From the moment he got back on his horse to the moment that he could see that little town in the distance where the train station was, he never once considered stopping. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t stop until he’d spoken to Nik. Stopped him from getting on that train or spilled his guts to him and let him decide what to do from there.

It was quite possibly the most stressful ride of Price’s life and, as the sun started rising over the small town he pushed his horse harder. He would need to give her a long rest after the night, but for now, he encouraged her to push from the steady trot she’d been at all night into a full run. He knew Nik’s train would be taking off soon. He didn’t have much time left.

As soon as he reached the station he was off of his horse. His feet hit the ground before she fully stopped moving and soon he was wrapping her lead tight around a post and whispering a quick, “Stay put,” to her before taking off.

He weaved through crowds of people as fast as he could, shoving at some people where it was necessary. Of course, there were many angry shouts toward him and a few people who shoved him back, but he hardly paid them any mind as he started scanning the long lines of people filing onto the train.

Everything was so chaotic with people constantly moving and talking as they filed on board, Price felt lost just as much as he felt desperate and panicked. He needed to move quicker, at this rate Nik was likely already on the train. It was that thought that had him pushing past the line of people and shoving the ticket collector out of his way so that he could jump onto the train in a rush.

He could hear people shouting behind him, likely chasing after him to try and remove him from the train but he pressed on. He pushed past people, rushing through the cart and checking every seat as he moved. He jumped to the next cart just as easily, even as he could hear the ticket collectors getting closer to him, calling for him to stop and demanding that he get off the train at once.

It wasn’t until the third cart that he finally found Nikolai. It was a nicer cart, much less crowded, so he had no problem spotting the head of dark hair at the back. Nik wasn’t looking at him, he was sitting next to some man whom Price didn’t recognize, speaking quietly.

He moved quickly down the aisle of the train before calling, “Nik!” He watched Nikolai look up at him, his eyes widening and his mouth forming the shape of his name. He felt relief for one slow moment before he was grabbed roughly from behind and restrained by two of the ticket takers. He struggled against him as they yanked him out of the cart, even managing to get a good hit on one of the men. In the end, though, it was fruitless and he was tossed off of the train and back onto the platform.

He tried several more times to get back on the train, but now that he’d done it once he had men watching him. Station security and the ticket takers had him in their sights and he never managed to get close to the train again. It was much easier for them to watch him once most of the passengers had boarded and, before long, the train was taking off as one of the security men pushed him toward the front of the station to make him leave. He was powerless to do anything other than watch the train leave, taking Nik with it.

By the time the boys caught up with him, he was sitting on the front steps of the station, his head buried in his hands as tears leaked from his eyes. He wiped them away carefully as the three men approached him, sorry looks on their faces. They knew he’d missed him. It would be clear for anyone to see from the state of him.

“Alright, Cap?” Gaz asked carefully, taking a step closer to him as he did. Price could only give a watery chuckle and shake his head. “I’m sorry.”

“I saw him,” Price explained, “I was so close. I was right there and I just…I didn’t even get to say goodbye.” He rubbed at his eyes again, feeling completely exhausted. He was sure this was the most weak he’d felt in his life. Nothing more than a shell of a man sitting on the steps of a train station, having lost one of the most important things in his life because of his own idiocy. “God, I’m an idiot.”

“I wouldn’t call you an idiot, though forcing your way onto a train certainly wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve done.”

Price was on his feet in a second, whipping around to face the taller man in all of his glory. His heart beat quicker in his chest and, for a startling second, he thought that this couldn’t be real. That he was hallucinating. “Nik,” he breathed his name carefully, like he was afraid if he spoke it too loud the other man would disappear.

“I,” Nik took several slow steps closer to him, “hope I didn’t get off of the train just for you to tell me goodbye?”

“No,” Price shook his head, stepping closer to him just the same, “No, I don’t have any intentions of saying goodbye. Not again.” He reached up to tangle his hand in Nikolai’s hair, using his grip to tug the other man down to his height. “I have something to ask you.”

Nik’s breath caught in his throat and Price could feel as his hands settled over his hips, squeezing just slightly. “Ask me, then.”

“Leave with me? Come with me?” He tilted his forehead against Nikolai’s as he waited for a response. With such limited proximity between them, it was as though they were sharing their air, sharing breaths. A grin pulled at Nikolai’s lips and, this time, he gave only a simple response to the question.

“Yes.”

“This was long overdue I think.” Price gave a content sigh, letting a hand run through Nik’s hair carefully, undoing any tangles that he could as the other man placed kisses along his hip. He gasped a bit as he felt Nik’s fingers teasing around his hole, moments later and the man’s other hand lifted to wrap around his hard cock, giving several steady strokes of his hand along the heated skin.

Nik chuckled against him as he moaned and gasped, wiggling a bit when one of his fingers slipped inside of him to tease with slow thrusts and curls. “What, have I not fucked you enough?” Nik teased him, punctuating his words with another slow thrust of his finger, pulling a shaky moan from Price once again.

“You know,” he gasped as Nik sped both of his hands up, fucking into him that much quicker and matching those thrusts with the hand on his cock. “God, you know that isn’t what I meant. Fuck, another, I can take another.”

Nik understood immediately what he was asking for and was quick to slowly push another oil-slicked finger in beside his first, slowly working his fingers in and out and stretching him open under his touch. He pressed a careful kiss to Price’s thigh as the man gasped and moaned, calling his name in a high voice. He was practically torturing him with his fingers, expertly stretching him and teasing him at the same time.

With every slow pump of his fingers inside of him, he made a point to just brush against his prostate, teasing him by never giving any true stimulation to the nerves. It made Price squirm in his grasp and soon enough he was gasping the word, “Tease!” at him. Nikolai only chuckled and nipped at the skin of Price’s hip, biting down just enough to pull a yelp from him before laving his tongue over the skin.

“I think I have the right to tease,” Nik commented, licking and sucking marks down Price’s leg and over his inner thighs. Finally, he let his tongue begin tracing over Price’s hard cock. He started by licking a stripe over his balls before continuing the move of his tongue all the way up the length of his cock. He slid a third finger in beside his first two, quickening his fingers to tease alongside his exploring tongue.

“This is,” Price’s hips bucked up into Nikolai’s mouth as the other wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, “fuck, Nik! Please, god, just keep doing that!” He tilted his head back, panting harshly as the other man’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock. His hips continued to give little jumps into the warm sensation around his cock, but Nik didn’t seem to mind, sucking at him in time with his thrusts. “God, you’re so good at that,” Price whined.

Price tightened his hand in Nik’s hair, pulling a groan from the man around his cock and forcing his hips to jump up once again at the sensation. The move only made Nik give a short chuckle, and before Price could even think, the other man was pounding and twisting his fingers inside of him as he moaned with his mouth around his cock. It was overwhelming in the best way.

The heat in Price’s body seemed to only increase, arousal spilling down his spine to pool in his gut until he was an aching whining mess. Nik was working him closer and closer to his end with every moan and flick of his tongue. Then there were his fingers, still just teasing over his prostate in a too much and yet not enough move. Price had half a mind to reach down and hold Nik’s arm steady as he fucked himself on his fingers, but he knew that Nikolai wouldn’t allow the move.

So, instead, he tugged at Nik’s hair again and bucked into his mouth, moaning several expletives around the near chant of Nik’s name. “Nik, Nik, fuck need, oh fuck! Nik please!” Nikolai’s free hand grasped at his thigh and gave a quick squeeze in response to his begging. Soon, that hand was helping him buck up, encouraging him to fuck his mouth as his fingers continued to stretch and tease him open.

Price could hardly speak, only able to push out harsh gasps and high moans as he took what Nik gave him. It wasn’t long until his legs were shaking and his hips lost the rhythm they’d been keeping. He knew he was close, and he couldn’t help but tug at Nik’s hair again as he shook, trying to get the other man to move faster and help him find the release that he craved so much. Instead, what he received was Nik pulling his fingers out of him and pulling off of his cock with a quiet pop.

“Nik,” Price tossed his head back against the pillows of the bed with a groan, the pleasure that had been building inside of him slowly ebbing away as he did, “God you’re so mean.”

Nik leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips in response, his own hard cock pressing up against Price’s ass as he did so. “Sorry, dusha moya.” He pressed another sweet kiss to his lips before rutting his cock against Price’s ass, pulling a slow moan from his lips. “But,” he traced kisses down Price’s neck, “When you cum, I want it to be on my cock. Yes?”

Price could only moan at the words and nod his head rapidly, heat rushing through him at the thought. He was quick to wrap his arms around Nik’s neck and pull him back up to his lips for a desperate sloppy kiss. “Go on,” he muttered between kisses, “fuck me then.”

Nik could only mutter out a desperate, “God yes,” against his lips before he was pulled back into a kiss. He wasted no time in guiding the tip of his cock between Price’s cheeks and pressing himself slowly against Price’s hole. At the first slip of his head inside of Price, they both broke apart to gasp.

Nik buried his face in Price’s neck, his breathing heavy as he slowly pushed into the man beneath him. Within several long moments, he’d managed to bury his cock fully inside of Price. The two men took several long moments to breathe, sharing the other’s space as they did. Nik pressed kisses along Price’s throat, tracing the line that he always took to explore down the other’s body. He waited patiently, waited for Price to be ready for him.

“Please,” Price let his hands trace over Nik’s back, “come on, fuck me like I told you to.” That was all the permission that Nik needed. He pulled back, moving until there was only a bit of him still inside of Price. He sat like that for a long moment and Price nearly shook with anticipation before calling, “Come on- Fuck!”

Just like that, Nik slammed back inside of him, immediately setting a quick and harsh pace as he fucked into him. Price could only scramble for purchase, gripping and clawing at the skin of Nik’s back as the other man guided himself to hit expertly inside of him. Every thrust of his cock seemed to brush up against that spot inside of him and Price could have sworn that he was seeing stars.

Nothing seemed to exist outside of the two men in that moment. It was just them and the steady rhythm that Nik set for them. Neither of them could stay quiet, moans and praises for the other dripping from their lips like the steady flow of a fountain. With every call of Nik’s name, Price received a desperate moan and a gasp of his name in return. It felt right for them, being pressed so close, enjoying the other's body and their skin and the calls of their name from the other’s lips. It was right where they belonged.

“So good for me,” Nik muttered into Price’s ear, pressing kisses along his face as he did, “You feel so good, dusha moya, so good. So perfect. Just for me.” His hips sped up just a bit and, with the move, he began hitting Price’s prostate more directly, forcing a harsh gasp and moan from Price as pleasure began to rapidly build inside of him.

“God, fuck, Nik! Keep, yes, yes, yes, keep going, keep going just like that!” Price pulled the man’s body against his harder, his head tossed back to give the other better access to his neck. “Just for you,” he managed to mutter between the haze in his mind and the building desire in him. It was getting harder to focus and he knew that with how close he’d been earlier, he likely wouldn’t last very much longer. “Just for you.”

Nik groaned at his words and, before long, the two of them were able to do nothing more than moan, their noises mixing into the chorus of skin-slapping skin as their hips met with a bruising strength. As Price grew closer and closer to his end, he was only able to gasp and moan, tugging at Nik’s arms and his hips to try and communicate his needs.

Though he couldn’t say anything, Nik seemed to understand his predicament and soon he was slamming his hips into him, increasing the intensity of their coupling and sending Price hurtling over the edge with only a few quick thrusts. Price could do nothing but cry out Nik’s name, his body shaking around the continuing force of pleasure as Nik continued to thrust inside of him, seeking his own finish.

He found it moments later, with Price clenching down around him as he thrust inside of him. He came with a moan of Price’s name as his hips continued to shallowly fucking into the man beneath him, cum seeping out around his cock as he fucked it into the man.

When he finally stopped, the two of them were left with a comfortable quiet. The only sounds in the room were of their heavy breathing, both of them trying to catch their breath as their bodies tingled with the remnants of their orgasm. Neither of them spoke for several long moments, they didn’t even try, they just let the moment settle and enjoyed the quiet peace that they afforded each other.

It was Nik who broke the silence. He spoke between presses of his lips to Price’s skin, reverently tracing a path up to his lips. “I adore you,” he pressed a slow deep kiss against Price, their mouths immediately molding together in a way that spoke of the familiarity they shared with each other. “I love you.”

Price didn’t have to hide his response now. Between slow kisses, he returned the words, “I love you.” And there could be no doubt that he did.

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