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heliads · 3 years

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Forever Separated

Based on this request: “Reader is Luke’s girlfriend in the 90’s and is at the gig at the Orpheum and hit by a drunk driver and dies instantly. She and the boys come back as ghosts 25 years later. She’s there for everything that goes down with Julie, Willie, and Caleb.”

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Your fingers tap absentmindedly on the steering wheel as you careen through the streets. It’s late now, the beacons of headlights guiding you down the asphalt. There’s a grin on your face that won’t seem to go away- your boys are playing at the Orpheum tonight. The Orpheum. That’s been their dream for what feels like forever. It doesn’t even seem true.

By your boys, you mean Sunset Curve, of course. The motley collection of four teenage boys with dreams bigger than the world and the need for a chance to prove themselves. You stumbled across them at a small jazz club, at what had been one of their first performances. It hadn’t been long after that when you had become a friend of the bandmates, and an even shorter time before you fell in love with Luke. When you started dating, it felt like everything was finally falling into place.

You had always known that they would make it, even when they seemed to doubt it themselves. You knew they had gathered regrets over the years- Reggie with the fracturing of his family, Alex with his parents’ lack of acceptance of him, and Luke with the way he’d run out on his mother. You had seen it in their faces- if their band never got off of the ground, they would continue to doubt themselves for the rest of their lives. There had been times when you thought that it might be over for good, that they’d be done for before they even got the chance to get started. Yet here you are now, driving towards their gig at the Orpheum.

You’re only a couple of streets away. You’re practically shivering with anticipation at the thought of it- all of their dreams and hopes, finally come to fruition. You, however, are running a little late despite your best interests, and so your foot involuntarily presses down on the gas. You’re not speeding, always careful to follow traffic laws, just making sure you’re not going to be as late as you fear.

It only seems fitting that something would go wrong on this night of nights. Thinking back, you’re almost glad it happened to you and not someone else. You had this awful feeling that something was going to happen to ruin this gig, and maybe if it happened to you it would protect the boys and let their show run on uninterrupted. When you pass through the intersection, this thought may have protected you.

When you see the truck out of the corner of your eye, you continue driving. You know it will stop, it has to. Maybe it’s the way you’re eager to see your boys again, or the fact that the light has been green for a long time now and there’s no way the driver could miss the glaring red in front of him. Maybe it’s just because you feel sheltered by this bubble of hope that comes with seeing the boy you love play at the Orpheum. Regardless, there is nothing you can do to avoid the truck, and you keep expecting that it will stop until it is inches away from you. Then you finally realize that there’s no getting out of this, and it is only then that it is too late to act.

You’ve seen car crashes in the movies. They’re always a blazing whirl of headlights and screeching tires, a hailstorm of broken glass that reflects the light in the most beautiful arc around you. It will be slow, like time itself crawls to a stop, just in time for your head to fly back in a graceful motion. Then it will speed up again, and just like that it will be over.

This is nothing like that. It is over an instant, no beautifully devastating moments. You’re not a marionette to be hung delicately in the air, your strings are cut within seconds. You do not have time to see the poetry in your last moments, they’re already over. All you manage to see is a quick glimpse of a bottle resting in the driver’s hands, a tremendous impact like the very shaking of the earth, and then there is nothing at all. No orchestras reach a momentum, no lens flares pierce the night. There is everything, and then there is nothing. It is painfully ordinary.

There is one feeling that seems to surround it all. A pain, numb at first and then growing to a fever pitch. You don’t know when you wake up, only that it is much later. There’s someone dressed in a paramedic’s uniform standing over you, the piercing din of an ambulance somewhere behind you. You want to form words together and ask who it’s for, but the answer comes to you the second you realize you can’t move a muscle. It is for you. You are the one in need of saving.

The paramedic is standing over you, shouting something about a drunk driver and two casualties, the driver and the girl right here. You want to stand up, to shout to the world that you’re alive and fine. But for some reason, you can’t move at all. You can’t say anything except feel the last of your pulse die from your veins. Distantly, you feel a raw anguish creeping up in your throat. Luke and the others are still waiting for you at the Orpheum. Who will tell them that you’re gone?

It should have been over then. You died, certainly. You bled out on the streets and ceased to draw breath. Indeed, you had the classic fading of color and acceptance of the darkness just like everyone else. It appears that you will only have access to the clichés of the stories in death. It’s oddly fitting. Regardless of the beauty of it, you died. End of story.

Or at least, it should have been the end. Yet, you find yourself standing again, waiting at the back of a crowded room. You stare at your hands, at your body, which appears unharmed. Your eyes travel from yourself to the people in front of you. Your parents sit in chairs, their backs to you. They’re looking over a photo album, crying softly. “She was so young. She could have done so much more. I miss her, even though it’s been so long.”

You step forward, but the ground makes no sound underneath your feet. “Y/N wouldn’t want you to be sad. She would want you to remember her with happiness, not with tears, right?” Your mother nods sadly. “I can’t seem to help it, though.” An icy chill runs through your veins as you realize what’s happened. All you can think about is that you need to get away from here, somewhere where you won’t be surrounded by people mourning your death.

And then you’re gone. One minute you’re in your home, the next minute you’re standing on the sidewalk outside. Although you look around frantically, no one notices your sudden appearance. No one, that is, except one boy. He’s riding a skateboard, long dark hair tucked underneath a helmet. He stops suddenly, staring at you. “Hey, you just poofed here out of nowhere. You’re a ghost?”

You stare at him. “You can see me?” He nods. “You must be new to this ghost business if you’ve got questions. I’m Willie, by the way.” You smile weakly at him. “Y/N. I guess I would have to be a ghost if I died in the accident.” Willie winces. “Ooh, accidents. Those hurt. I died around the early 80s, a couple of decades ago, so I know what you mean.” You stare at him. “The 80s weren’t a couple of decades ago. They were recent.”

Willie shakes his head. “Sorry, man. You must have only been brought back as a ghost recently. It’s the 2020s right now.” You shake your head slowly. “That means it’s been 30 years since I died. How is that possible?” Willie places a hand on your shoulder, and for some reason the gesture is surprisingly comforting. “Hey, not a whole lot about the ghost stuff makes sense. If you want to talk about it, though, I’m here.” You smile at him. “I’d like that a lot, actually.”

Willie ends up becoming a fast friend. He explains everything there is to know about ghosts, and the two of you have fun messing around with your ghost abilities, whatever those are. It’s nice to have someone who understands about the ghost business, and you find that in leaps and bounds with Willie.

One day, you’re lying on a grassy hill admiring the clouds when Willie poofs into existence next to you. For some reason, he looks almost flushed with excitement, cheeks pink with thrill. “You won’t believe who I met. The cutest guy. He’s a new ghost, too.” You grin over at him. “Already making moves? You’re unreal.” Willie rolls his eyes. “I played it safe. We had a nice chat. He seems very cool, in a band or something. I think he plays the drums. Alex, was in a band called Sunset Curve. I think that’s a good name for a band, and I’ve heard a lot of bad ones.”

You sit up suddenly, all thoughts of the bright afternoon sun quickly abandoned. “What did you say? About Sunset Curve?” Willie frowns. “That’s the guy’s band. Or, it was until he died. He’s about our age, played in a band called Sunset Curve.” You shake your head slowly. “That makes no sense. They should have grown up a long time ago.” Willie still seems confused, so you clarify. “I know Alex, and I know the rest of his bandmates. I was friends with them until I died.” You fix him with a sudden purposeful look. “I need you to bring me to meet these guys.”

Willie has to ask around, but eventually he finds Alex and discovers that they’re staying in their old studio, now inhabited by the Molina family. You thank him, setting off as soon as you can. As you stand outside the doors to the studio, you find yourself suddenly nervous. Will they want to see you? Will they understand what happened?

The faint sounds of music drifting out from the doors is what convinces you. It sounds just like them, like this is another afternoon from the 90s when you’re meeting up with Luke and the others. You gather your courage and knock twice on the doors, then push them open. You stand for a moment in the doorway, staring. The boys stare back at you. It’s funny- everyone looks the exact same, even though everything has changed.

Then there’s a voice from the back of the room. It’s quiet, as if he’s afraid to say anything lest the moment be fractured away into nothingness. “Y/N?” Luke steps forward, disbelief warring with hope in his eyes. You nod slowly. “Luke?” Luke stands still for a moment longer, then runs forward, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you close. You tuck your head into the space between his head and his shoulder, letting yourself relax once more.

After what could be ten seconds or ten minutes, Luke reluctantly pulls away. He cups your face in his hand, just staring with awe. “How are you here? We died- you weren’t at the Orpheum-” You laugh bitterly. “I died too. There was a drunk driver on the road, he hit me when I was just a couple of blocks away. I was so close, that was the worst part.” Luke nods slowly. “I remember hearing sirens. I didn’t know it was you.”

Something like guilt passes over his face, and you hurriedly shake your head. “It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known. I guess you died some time after that?” Luke nods. “Just before the show. We never got to play.” A sad sigh rips from his chest, and you pull him close again. It isn’t fair, not at all. He shouldn’t have died, you shouldn’t have died. He should not have been robbed of this chance to live the dream he always wanted.

There’s the sound of a throat clearing from across the room. “You know, we’re here too. Not just Luke.” You look up, laughing. “Sorry, Reggie, Alex. Love you guys too. I’m glad we can all be dead together.” Alex flashes you a thumbs up from across the room. “Me too, Y/N. Me too.” Luke laughs now, albeit reluctantly. You squeeze his hand one more time, then step into the room, greeting the other boys.

Your gaze falls upon a figure you don’t recognize- a girl, about your age if not a year younger. She has dark, curly hair and a fascinated smile. “Hi, I’m Y/N.” The girl startles. “Julie. Julie Molina. It’s nice to meet you- you must be the girl Luke keeps talking about.” You toss a grin Luke’s way. “You’ve been talking about me?” Luke moves to deny this, but Reggie speaks up loudly. “So often. You have no idea. He’s been very sad.”

Luke glares at his friend, but you just grin, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Well, it’s nice to feel wanted.” Luke beams at you, still thrilled that you’re here again. “Trust me, you are. I can’t believe you get to stay with me.”

Neither can you, actually. Somehow, despite the fact that you died and came back again, Luke did the same, and you can be with him again. You’ve lost everything- your family, your future, your life, but you still have him. It feels impossible, but it’s true.

This isn’t to say that life is smooth sailing from here. It turns out Luke, Alex, and Reggie have gotten themselves tangled in the mess that is Caleb’s club, and they’ve got the stamps to prove it. You find yourself holding Luke close while he spasms from jolt after jolt, forcing smiles to pretend like it doesn’t kill you every time he’s in pain. You also have to defend Willie to the rest, as he’s been your friend for a while and would never knowingly betray them. You have a feeling that Alex is pretty happy to hear this.

At last, you find the way to save Luke and save the boys- another performance at the Orpheum, this time as their unfinished business. Standing outside the building, staring up at the blinking neon signs, you can’t help but feel some strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. This feels like a sick twist of deja vu. This is how you died- waiting for the boys’ performance at the Orpheum. Staying here now, in the same position but after you’ve died, feels somehow wrong.

You try to shake the thoughts from your head, slipping inside the building to go find Luke, Julie, and the others. This isn’t like that night, you can’t die twice. Everything is going to be fine. Yet when you walk in the dressing room and catch sight of a panicked Flynn trying to calm a visibly shaken Julie, you have a feeling that things aren’t exactly smooth sailing.

Julie looks up when she sees you appear in the room. “Y/N, it’s good to see you. Have you seen Luke and the boys?” You shake your head, a crease forming between your brows. “No, not since I left the studio to let you say your goodbyes. Have they not shown up?” Julie sinks back down in a chair, hands pressed to her temples. “Not at all.” You slump against a wall. This feels like history repeating itself again- you dead, the boys not showing up to their performance at the Orpheum. No matter how many times you tell a story, it tends to end the same way.

Distraught, you wander back through the building to attempt to find the boys, but your search is to no avail. They’re nowhere to be found. You stumble through the auditorium just to see Julie taking the stage. You have a brief, wild hope that she’s managed to find them, but then you see the red rims of her teary eyes and hear the goodbye she issues to the crowd. If they haven’t shown up, then that means-

You try to distract yourself by listening to Julie sing. It brings a smile to your face in spite of yourself. Julie is a bright firecracker of a girl, and it’s been wonderful to get to know her. At least you know you have her at the end of this. Yet when the beat drops, Alex appears in a flash of sparks. You stand up, pressing forward through the crowd as if your proximity will do anything more to bring them back. Yes- there goes Reggie, and there’s Luke struggling to flicker back into existence. You send out a silent plea: bring him back, please. You can’t do this without him.

Then he’s back again, and you feel like your heart might burst. He flashes you a grin, as if to promise that nothing could separate you again. You smile back at him, finally letting yourself relax. He’s here, it’s okay. It’s all okay. When the song ends, you watch through joyful eyes as the boys stand next to Julie, clasping hands before taking a bow. There’s something wrong, though, something wrong when they disappear. Usually, you can loosely sense them when they poof away, but this time there’s nothing. Nothing at all. It’s like they’ve been erased away from the song of their lives.

There’s something pounding in the back of your heart, and you poof away to Julie’s rooms backstage. She appears there seconds later, as if she’s been expecting you. She runs over to you, stopping a few feet away as she remembers she can’t touch you or hug you as a ghost. “Tell me they’re still here. They didn’t just cross over.” You shake your head slowly. “I can’t feel them. They’re not in the building anymore. Julie, I think they’re gone.”

She nods slowly, fighting a losing battle to keep the tears at bay. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. So sorry. You just found Luke again, and now he’s gone.” You force a smile. “It’s alright. We’re just ghosts, remember? We’ve been running on borrowed time all along. I’ll meet you at the studio, alright? We can say our goodbyes.” Julie nods. “I’ll see you then.” You give her one last wave, then poof out.

You reappear outside the doors of the studio. You can’t quite bring yourself to go in, to face the empty stillness of the studio and know that the boy you love isn’t there. What are you supposed to do now? You have no idea what your unfinished business could possibly be. Most likely, you’re going to live out your endless days as a ghost, not noticed by anyone except Julie and Willie and whatever other ghosts you manage to find, forever haunted by the knowledge that the one person you’re looking for the most will never appear around the corner, never be waiting for you again. It’s like you’re back to that car crash, knowing you’ll be separated by death once more.

You hear the sound of a car pulling into the driveway and straighten up. Seconds later, Julie appears down the path, and you nod at her slowly. “Are you ready to do this?” She sighs. “It seems fitting to say goodbye, even if they aren’t here.” She pushes open the doors, letting the darkness wash over the two of you. She looks over at you. “I don’t know what to do.” You smile gently. “There’s no script. I have a feeling they’ll be able to hear you. Just say what you wish you got to say before they left.”

Julie nods. “I’m glad I got to meet you guys, and grateful to you for everything. You got me back into music, and I’ll never be able to let go of it again. I thought I’d never play after my mom, but you convinced me that I could. Thank you.” There’s a muffled voice from the back of the room, one that’s quickly shushed by two annoyed boys. “You’re welcome.” You stare. “Reggie?” You’d know him anywhere- you’ve heard that voice in band practices for the last couple of decades, even if it doesn’t feel that way.

Julie runs over to turn on the light, and your hand flies to your mouth as you see the boys crumpled in a heap on the floor, in obvious pain. “Did it not work? Did you not cross over?” Luke shakes his head, gently extricating himself from the heap of band members on the ground to stumble over to you. You catch him before he falls, holding him upright. “We won’t play with Caleb, that’s a promise. It’s not worth it like that.” You cup his face in your hands. “I don’t want to let you go. Not yet.”

Luke laughs quietly. “I’m not sure we had a choice. I love you, Y/N, no matter what. You know that, right?” You nod, letting your head fall against his shoulder. “I know.” You feel one last jolt rack his body, and somehow you know that this will be the last. This is it, the moment when he truly dies. You fling your arms around him, holding him close one last time. If you can’t have the future with him you had always planned, you can at least have this moment.

Your eyes are squeezed shut, waiting for the moment when he disappears from you forever. Yet it doesn’t come. You open your eyes carefully, then stare at him. “Luke, you’re- I think you’re glowing.” Sure enough, he’s surrounded by this golden haze of light. He smiles at you, chuckling slightly in awe. “I feel good. Strong, like I haven’t felt in a while.” Alex stands up too, as does Reggie. “Actually, I feel better too. I think you saved us. Both of you.”

You laugh incredulously. “Really? You’re not going away?” Luke presses a kiss to your cheek. “Never again. I’m not leaving you ever again.” You beam at him. “Good. I don’t intend to be with anyone else.” He laughs at that, pulling you in for a kiss. For once, you know that he’s here to stay.

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raendown · 3 years

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Todays follower milestone gift fic is for @sparklemagpie with the prompt word importune. Can you tell I had fun writing this one?

Pairing: ShikamaruTemariTayuya Word count: 1966 Rated: T+ Summary: For the two women in his life Shikamaru will do whatever it takes. As long as they're happy he's happy. When they're not...well, when they're not you get situations like this one.

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Just The Right Cherry On Top

Shikamaru would have told anyone who asked that it didn’t start off as begging. No one was really asking, though, and the shreds of pride still buried in the back of his mind somewhere told him that was a problem. If no one was asking questions that usually meant they thought they already had the answers. But they didn’t. They really didn’t. When it came to his two girls Shikamaru was smugly aware that he was usually the only one with answers.

Well, answers to questions like ‘are you sure they’re not trying to kill each other’ or usually ‘how can you stand to live between that’. The questions about what might be going on in either woman’s mind were ones he didn’t even try to guess at. He knew when to back away from a problem he would never figure out.

Right now he didn’t so much have a problem as he did have a disaster. He knew very well that relationships took work, that his work would be doubled when he agreed to marry both of the most important women in his life, and since he had not a day went by when he didn’t consider that work so very worth it. For the most part their days were happy. Blissful, even. Shikamaru was as flawed as any other human being but among his flaws pride wasn’t usually the one that tripped him up. Disaster only really happened when pride snuck up on the other two parts of his soul.

Tayuya, as usual, was the first to start throwing insults. And of course Temari, when faced with a hot temper, flared her own with the kind of heat usually accomplished only with the most deadly katon. Standing on the other side of the kitchen with a frying pan in one hand and his face in the other, Shikamaru briefly wondered if there were any missions available that would take him far away until these two crazy goddesses sorted their own shit out.

There weren’t. He checked. Discreetly, of course.

After the first couple days of cold silence it became obvious that this was one of those fights they needed him to bring them back from, when pride and stubbornness and sheer petty spite held both of their lips shut, eyes refusing to meet, tempers refusing to back down. These were the kind of fights that reminded Shikamaru why the three of them really worked as a full unit, one single whole, any weakness in one covered by another. Knowing that never made it any less annoying trying to be the cover to their weakness. They might need him but in those moments they sure didn’t want to need him.

“What’ll it take this time?” Shikamaru could hear the exhaustion in his own voice but that’s just what happened when he hadn’t gotten more than three consecutive hours of sleep for the past week.

“Nothing,” Temari snapped. “Maybe this is just it!”

Drawing a hand down his face spoke louder than words how little he believed that. If he looked really close he could see the lines of aching tiredness in Temari’s expression that told him she didn’t believe it either.

“Right,” he murmured. “I’ll just go talk to her then.

And so he did, though it would be hard to express just how unsurprised he was to get a very similar reaction from Tayuya.

“Fuck that bitch and her high horse!”

“You could if one of you would say sorry,” Shikamaru couldn’t help pointing out.

“Oh no fucking way! Not with a ten foot god damned pole!”

“What if I said please?”

So that was how it started. Or got to the middle, really. Much to the contrary of what other people seemed to think, Shikamaru was not so whipped as to just fall on his knees and beg any time he encountered the slightest of resistance in their relationship. He had some self respect. In the face of these two boneheads, however, self respect was a concept he was more than willing to throw out the window in favor of a full night’s rest, something he would not be getting until their home saw peace again.

One instance of saying please did nothing. Twice did little more than that. Somewhere around the fifteen ‘please’ he switched tactics and added a cherry on top. Tayuya rather harshly reminded him that she hated cherries and described in very colorful detail where he could stick his polite words. Clearly another tactic was needed.

As a smart man Shikamaru very carefully ignored all of Naruto’s well meaning suggestions like sending his wives flowers pretending they were from each other. Maybe that would have worked on someone like Hinata who was determined to look at the world and see the best in everyone but Shikamaru had married two people determined to look at the world through a cold lens of cynicism. Gods but he loved it. Loved the both of them. He just didn’t love the fights. Naruto meant well but the one and only time any of them had seen Hinata truly mad had been the middle of a battle against the reanimated body of a dead man handing Naruto his own ass. It was great for the two of them to finally find happiness. When he thought of their calm and sweet relationship Shikamaru sometimes just couldn’t help but wonder how they didn’t get bored with no one around to throw a plate or two.

Since being nice about it didn’t do much his next step was to try being firm. This time he went to Tayuya first because if he could crack her then honestly he was pretty sure he could crack the whole world. His efforts in this round were about as successful as the first.

“Go ahead and try to tell me what to do one more time, Nara.” Right up in his face Tayuya was all fire, in her hair and in her eyes and in every move of the arm currently jamming in to his chest. “I’ve had just about enough of being ordered around for one lifetime, you hear me?” Oh he did. He did hear her. He also heard the undertone of heat and it wasn’t until an hour after he left their home in the daze of post orgasmic bliss that he realized he’d been had. Maybe Choji was right and he did think with his dick a little too much.

Going to see Temari hadn’t exactly had better results - although he’d known better from the start than to consider either one of them ‘better’ than the other in certain departments. After making it very clear how much she both enjoyed and scorned his attempts to law down some kind of law Temari rode him against the nearest walls and sent him off afterwards with a few choice words about how she really didn’t mind wearing only his marks on her skin from now on. Since he hadn’t been the one to bring that up Shikamaru saw through it right away. They missed each other, a blind man could see that. Getting them to admit it was the hard part.

So that was a bust on trying to put his foot down but if he were honest Shikamaru hadn’t expected any different. The next thing he tried was bribery. After the harsh years both of his wives had experienced it was entirely understandable that they should enjoy being waited on hand and foot. Usually the offer was an irresistible one to them; hence why he didn’t make it very often, a special treat for special occasions when he needed to remind them just how precious they really were. When not just one but both of them turned him down this time Shikamaru had to take a nice long walk through the woods and feed the deer for a while, wondering if maybe the magic offer had lost its touch at last. Or if maybe he was the one that had lost his touch. It took a good long while and three different deer taking curious nibbles of his ponytail before he shook himself and stood up with a little more steel in his spine.

Clearly this problem was running out of control and that meant bringing in the biggest weapon he had at his disposal. One didn’t spend a lifetime best friends with the Yamanaka heir without picking up some tricks.

“Please?”

“No.”

“Please please?”

“I said no, fuck off Shika.”

“Uhhh, please and please and please?”

Tayuya actually stopped walking to round on him with furrowed brows. “You get hit upside the head or something? This is- you’re acting like a damn child!”

“Maybe.” Shikamaru clasped his hands together and lifted his eyes to the clouds above them. “How many times I gotta say please? Cause I will. Give me a number, I’ll do it.”

“For real?”

“Please, please, please, please, plea-”

Ignoring the baffled looks of anyone passing them by was a lot easier than ignoring the sharp voice that spoke from the doorway, rough at the edges under the heavy weight of defeat and sadness.

“He might not look like it, but he’s really just a child in a man’s body.” Temari studiously did not look at her wife when Tayuya whipped around to stare at her, missing the ripple of yearning that went through all those well honed muscles. “You probably shouldn’t test it. He really will just keep going.”

“Sounds annoying as hell,” Tayuya ventured.

Neither of them seemed to notice when Shikamaru fell silent, still, waiting with baited breath.

“It’d probably be less painful if we just give in. He already did that to me for two hours this morning and I don’t know if I can listen to it for much longer without violence that I’m pretty sure I would regret.” The proud set of Temari’s jaw was that of a queen making concessions. The dark warmth of her eyes when they finally canted sideways was that of a wife who missed the touch of her beloved.

“Good fucking god, two hours? Yeah, hell no. I ain’t listening to that. Let’s just get this over with or something then.”

“For the best.”

Despite that agreement it still took about five solid minutes of staring wordlessly in to each others’ eyes before either of them made any more toward the other. In the end they moved at the same time, reaching out with the same hand, laughing in a fondly awkward way as their fingers entwined. The moment would have been utterly beautiful if Shikamaru hadn’t breathed in very deeply just to let it all back out in one great rush.

“Finally,” he muttered. Both of his wives frowned at him.

“Wait.” Temari narrowed her eyes as though only now realizing what she’d done. “How did you do that?” She didn’t seem to appreciate the sheer exasperation filling him up in place of all the soft pleading he’d been wearing for days now.

“You don’t just hang around with Ino for this long without learning how to annoy someone in to giving up.”

Before either of his wives could say anything Shikamaru was spinning on one heel and marching out the door, grumbling under his breath while he rummaged around his flack vest for a pack of smokes. Troublesome women and their troublesome tempers. At times he really did wonder why he put up with it. Two sets of footsteps rushing after him was a good reminder, though he thought he would be well within his rights to make them do a little begging after all the trouble he’d gone through just to bridge the gap between their overinflated prides. Worth it, absolutely worth it, but damn if they weren’t trouble sometimes.

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sandalwoodhusbands · 4 years

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sooo.... new chapter when? 🤠

my dear tata tata, now that i'm finally done with finals (🥳🥳🥳) and our government has slowly but surely been lifting up the confinement my friends are very set on dragging me out of my house every day for the past week.

that means chapter 4 will be pushed back until monday probably (i'm very sad about it) but maybe i could interest you in some good old sexy elu times?

(also on ao3)

“Like this?”

“Stay still.”

“Make sure to get my good side!”

“Oh my God,” Eliott laughs, falling backwards on the bed as Lucas flexes his arms with a scrunched-up expression. “You’re such an idiot, fuck.”

“Hey! Eyes on the star here.”

Eliott huffs out another quiet laugh before sitting up. He brings his phone up to eye level, waiting until the lens focus on Lucas’ figure, and taps. Snap after snap, Lucas changes position every few seconds, each more ridiculous than the last one, and Eliott’s sides hurt from laughing this much.

He thinks this is the most fun he’s had in months. With them in their tiny apartment, loud laughter echoing against the walls, the summer sun disappearing behind the buildings.

Lucas sticks his tongue out, and Eliott’s eyes crinkle with something akin to happiness. He takes another picture.

This fucking boy, he’s gonna be the death of him one day.

“Are you sure this is my good side?” Lucas asks again, throwing him a glance from where he’s staring at the window. “Yann laughed at me when I showed him my student ID card last semester.”

“As if you have a bad side. And Yann is a tasteless moron.”

Eliott watches as Lucas’ lips twitch.

He manages to take a picture before Lucas is turning around, one arm already poking out from under the t-shirt he’s wearing. Eliott gives him an amused look, but Lucas just shrugs, getting out of the t-shirt and throwing it at Eliott.

Eliott catches it easily.

“I got tired.” He says, the corner of his lips quirking up. “I wanna try on something else.”

“Be my guest.”

There’s mirth in Lucas’ eyes when he turns to look over his shoulder. “Well yes, aren’t I half the owner of this apartment?”

Eliott rolls his eyes with amusement. Still, he doesn’t miss one second of Lucas walking away from him.

The grey sweatpants he has on are loose around the ankles. They look soft; incredibly soft, drawing the curve of his ass perfect, and the waistband hugs his waist in a way it has Eliott wondering if his fingers would warm over if he slipped them under it.

There’s only so much a man can do when the guy you’ve been committed to for the past few years bends over right in front of your eyes. With no fucking shirt on. He’s not even ashamed when he feels something stir inside his pants, mouth going dry at the sight of Lucas’ spine arching up.

He wants to run his hands across that smooth back. Cover his shoulders with kisses and let his mouth trail down until his lips are swollen. He wants to pull him apart with his tongue, and let Lucas do the same to him. There’s no self-preservation when it comes to them; they take, and take, and take until the air in the room is sucked dry.

He’s never been this stupid for anyone before, ever.

“Holy shit.” Lucas’ voice cuts through Eliott’s mind. “I had forgotten we had this here.”

Eliott frowns as he watches Lucas disappear into the wardrobe completely. “What are you-?”

And his thoughts die at his mouth.

“Looks good, doesn’t it?” Lucas asks with a smug grin. His hands go to smooth down the brown jacket draped over his body, pulling it open enough for Eliott to catch a glimpse of his nipples.

The phone gripped between Eliott’s hands slips onto his lap.

He watches entranced, irrevocably captivated by the expanse of sun-kissed skin standing right before him. The jacket looks huge on him, hanging off his shoulders loosely and reaching past his hands. A protective flare raises inside of him at the sight of Lucas wearing his old jacket, a sense of possession that he rarely, if almost never feels.

Lucas’ whole body is a masterpiece. His toned chest makes Eliott’s lips tingle from afar, his flat stomach begging to get a set of teeth sunk into it.

“So?” Lucas asks again. There’s humor in his voice, but Eliott knows where to look. The faint pink on top of his ears isn’t just from the heat in the room. “Are you gonna take a picture or are you gonna stare at me forever?”

Eliott smirks.

Holding his phone up to his face, he frames Lucas in the middle of the shot. He notices the second Lucas sees right through him. Right through the screen, he sees Lucas’ eyes drop down for a second, gaze dancing by where there’s a bulge right between Eliott’s legs.

And then he’s looking right at the lenses, stealing Eliott’s breath away, and with it goes all of the composure that was left in him. Because Lucas looks at the lenses, and he wears that teasing smile that has been directed at him so many times. Because Lucas looks at him, and he lets his eyes fill with lust when his eyelids drop, and Eliott knows he’s not posing for the camera.

He’s posing for him.

And then slowly, ever so slowly, Lucas’ hand travels towards his groin. His eyes flutter closed when he grabs at his crotch, moaning softly as he squeezes before rubbing his palm over it. His blue eyes are bright on the screen, but the only thing Eliott notices are the fingers that slip under the elastic waistband of Lucas’ sweatpants.

He takes a snap.

Lucas’ thumbs toy with the waistband of the sweatpants. His fingers brush against his skin ever so slightly, and a shiver runs up Eliott’s spine when he thinks of getting his hands on him, too.

His hands freeze on the shutter when Lucas shows an extra inch of skin.

“Lucas…”

It’s said like a question. Like a breathless plead, his heart beating out of his chest as he watches Lucas reveal another inch of skin, his lower lip caught between his teeth, his hooded eyes staring at the camera.

Can I? He wants to ask. Can I do this? Should I stop?

But no words come out of his mouth, tongue tied between one moan and the next one.

“You can.” Lucas’ voice is surprisingly calm over the rushing of his ears. Eliott’s eyes snap up to Lucas’ face, finding pools of deep blue lust staring back at him. “I know you want to. I’m giving you permission.”

And what is he supposed to say to that?

So he says nothing.

He stays completely silent, taking snap after snap as Lucas starts to pull down his sweatpants more decidedly. There’s complete quietness in the room, only his ragged breathing echoing against walls, heavier and heavier the more skin Lucas shows.

His mind goes numb with want, heat growing from his chest and climbing up his neck, spreading down to his belly and making the inside of his underwear uncomfortably hot. Lucas takes it a step further, pulling down on the fabric enough to see the perfect outline of his dick catching on the waistband, and Eliott bites his lip so hard he’s afraid he’ll draw blood.

“Christ.” Eliott curses, squeezing down on his crotch with craving desperation.

It’s enough to encourage Lucas, who gives the camera one last tilted smirk before he’s pulling his pants down to his ankles.

Lucas’ dick breaks free from his pants. The pink at the tip stands out next to the tan of his stomach, and it twitches against his belly under Eliott’s stare. It matches the color in his chest, and in his cheeks and the top of his ears.

Eliott doesn’t know where to touch first.

“Holy fuck, Lucas.”

He sounds fucked out already, he realizes. And they haven’t even begun.

Fuck.

“Yeah?” Lucas asks. He’s looking at Eliott through his eyelashes, tucking his chin to his chest so a few strands of hair fall over his eyes.

There’s always that moment in someone’s life that breaks your identity in two, and from that moment on, you think of yourself as the person you were before, and the one you’re after. There’s a moment that reaches your core; that has such power over you it feels like everything that comes after is controlled by it.

For Eliott it was Lucas.

There had been a party, at the very beginning, and it says a lot about Eliott that he doesn’t remember much from it. Except from Lucas’ body under the neon lights that night. They’d been dancing, maybe with the wrong people, but they had gotten it right at the end. And then Lucas had tilted his chin up, and his tongue had been peeking out from his pretty lips when he smiled.

And Eliott knew he wanted him.

It happens again this time.

Lucas rolls his bottom lip between his teeth, and then his pink tongue swipes over the bruise he’s left there.

The phone flies over Eliott’s back.

It goes over his head, how he’s sitting on the bed and a blink after he’s so close to Lucas their noses almost touch. But it happens, and his heart beats at his throat, and Lucas’ face is warm under his palms.

“You.” He enounces the words carefully, whispering them in the gap between their mouths, feeling Lucas’ fingers dig into his arms. “Are the most fucking beautiful piece of art I’ve ever seen.”

Lucas sighs, and the breath that leaves his lips makes the hairs at the back of Eliott’s neck stand.

“Hmm.” Lucas hums happily. His hands slide up Eliott’s shoulders until they wrap around his neck, and he pulls them closer together. “Tell me again.”

Eliott coaxes open Lucas’ mouth with his thumb. He slips the finger between Lucas’ lips, pressing down on his bottom lip until he can feel teeth scrapping at it, and it’s not until he feels a hot tongue swirling circles around it that he lets go to crash their lips together.

Their mouths slide together, lips on lips moving eagerly with slick noises. Lucas’ tongue is in his mouth, and his nose drags across Lucas’ cheek when he tilts his head to deepen the kiss.

He can feel Lucas’ jaw working under his touch when his mouth parts. The grip on the back of his neck that Lucas pulls at when he nibbles at his lower lip before sucking on it. The heat between their faces, burning up his mouth until it’s tingling, and the shivers shaking Lucas’ shoulders whenever their tongues are pressed flat together.

“You look so hot,” Eliott pants between kisses. He presses harder against Lucas, until his back hits the wall, until their crotches rub together, until Lucas moans against his mouth. “Just standing like that. Fuck.” He leaves a trail of spit down Lucas’ cheek as his lips travel down his neck. “So fucking hot.”

Lucas loosens his grip at the back of Eliott’s head, grabbing the hand on his cheek before pulling it down between his legs. The second Eliott’s fingers brush against his length Lucas hisses.

“You gonna do anything about that anytime today?” He asks.

Eliott smirks against his neck before sucking a bruise behind his ear. When he pulls back, his tongue laps at the bruise softly, and he lets his lips drag down the expanse of his neck. Lucas gasps as Eliott runs one finger up his shaft lightly.

“Is that enough for you?”

“Not,” Lucas breathes. He makes a little ah sound when Eliott’s tongue runs over the mole at the base of his neck. “Not quite.”

With the hand that he has free, he pulls the front of the jacket open, fitting his hand against Lucas’ ribcage. With every kiss pressed down further, the heart under his hand beats louder, and he makes a show of taking one of Lucas’ nipples between his teeth, staring up as he rolls it around his tongue.

“Fuck.” Lucas’ eyes are clenched shut, mouth falling open with breathless gasps. “Fuck, Eli.”

He keeps drawing soothing circles on Lucas’ hipbone, even as Lucas’ moans turn impatient and his own jaw starts to ache hallway down Lucas’ stomach. The skin is warm under his lips, smooth when he draws on it with his tongue, and it makes the swell in his lips worth it when he feels Lucas’ stomach quivering.

“How about now?” He asks, and his lips brush against the base of Lucas’ dick.

Lucas exhales. “That’s better.”

With one last kiss to the inside of his thigh he wraps his mouth around Lucas.

He hears the bang on the wall as he slides his hands down Lucas’ body, looking up to find Lucas’ head leaning against the wall. From that position he sees the way Lucas swallows when he grips the back of his thighs, just below his ass.

He hums around Lucas’ dick, taking in his mouth as much as he can. Lucas’ breathing turns shallow, flush spreading to his cheeks. His mouth falls open every time his dick hits the back of Eliott’s throat. His fingers twitch hopelessly at Eliott’s hair, hips moving in aborted motions as Eliott bobs his head up and down.

“Lucas.” He rasps out, pulling away. He speaks between flickers of his tongue at the head, making Lucas moan loudly. “Lucas.”

“What?” Lucas pants. He looks down at Eliott. His face is red, glassy eyes twinkling with lust and mouth bitten red, shiny with spit. It’s enough to make the tent in Eliott’s pants impossibly tighter. “Fuck, what?”

Without saying anything, Eliott lets go of his grip across Lucas’ thighs, guiding his hands to the back of his head. Through his eyelashes, he watches the way a breath stutters out of Lucas’ chest as he intertwines their fingers on his hair.

He swallows Lucas inch by inch, head bobbing down to the pressure their hands make on the back of his head. The sound that comes from Lucas reminds him of a wounded animal when Eliott’s nose brushes against his belly.

“Holy fuck, Eli.” Lucas chants. He cards his fingers through Eliott’s hair, setting the pace. “Holy fuck, you’re so good.” His voice sounds breathless, out of it. Fucked out, even though Eliott is the one with a dick in his mouth. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

Eliott lowers his hands back to hold Lucas’ hips in place, digging his fingers into the swell of his ass. He hollows his cheeks, sucking, licking, humming at the back of his throat when Lucas’ body starts to get restless under his hands.

“Eliott,” There’s begging layered with desperation in his voice. His thighs tremble, and the flush in his chest gets redder with every heavy breath he takes. He’s so fucking beautiful, it feels like it might consume Eliott whole sometimes. “Baby, please. Oh my god,”

From the bottom of his fucking heart, it burns a craving that Eliott has never felt before.

He pulls away.

He shoots up on wobbling knees, trapping Lucas against the wall. Lucas makes a confused noise, but Eliott shushes him with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His lips move frantically in search of Lucas’ mouth, hands tugging at the hem of his own t-shirt to take it off himself.

Lucas kisses back just as enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around Eliott’s middle and pressing their chests close together. His dick gets trapped between their bellies, and with every shift in their position Lucas mewls against Eliott’s mouth.

“I needed to touch you.” Eliott whispers with urgency. His hands run up and down Lucas’ sides, over the back of his thighs, under the swell of his ass. He clutches Lucas closer to him, holding him tight as he presses hard kisses to Lucas’ lips.

He’s never felt this kind of desperation; the one where your heart is at your throat, where you feel like the life will slip out of your fingertips if you don’t bury them in someone’s skin.

“Please. I had to kiss you. Please, Lucas.” He doesn’t know what he’s asking for anymore, just that his tongue works in autopilot. Everything is burning hot inside the room. “I feel like I might die every second you’re not with me.”

“Hey.” Lucas’ voice is soothing against his temple. His hands are cool against Eliott’s cheeks, his touch soft as he presses their foreheads together. Lucas’ lips cover Eliott’s in a slow kiss, and then there’s blue staring up at him. “Hey, I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know.” Eliott nods. Because he does know. Still, his hands tremble on the small of Lucas’ back, and he has to close his eyes to get a grip on his breathing. “I know.”

Lucas’ hands don’t leave his face when he kisses him again, and the heart at Eliott’s throat goes back down to his ribcage. “I will be yours,” Lucas whispers to the corner of his mouth, “for as long as you’ll want me.”

Eliott clutches the hem of the blazer.

“I want forever with you.” He murmurs, one breath away from giving out to Lucas’ hold. “For as long as I can.” Lucas’ smile against his mouth is something he wants to be branded in his skin forever. He starts smiling too. “You’re mine. And I yours.”

Lucas nods into the kiss. “You are,” He agrees quietly, “And I am.” His eyes light up a moment later, getting brighter by the moment like a sunrise, and then he’s saying, “but could we now please go back to the part where I’ve got my hands in your hair and you’re about to give me an orgasm?”

And despite himself, Eliott laughs.

Lucas grins childishly at him, dropping his hands low to squeeze Eliott’s ass over his pants. The movement makes their dicks rub together, both of them shivering at the contact.

“We could,” Eliott agrees. With one hand he makes the path down Lucas’ ass, brushing a finger between Lucas’ cheeks, and looks at Lucas with a raised eyebrow. “Or?”

The black in Lucas’ eyes eat the deep blue.

“Oh.” He exhales. “Or sounds very good. Let’s go with that.”

They fall into bed laughing.

They’re laughing when Lucas shoots a disapproving glare towards Eliott’s clothed chest, complaining that ‘why the fuck are you still clothed, and how is it fair that you’ve sucked my dick but I still haven’t even seen yours?’.

They’re laughing as Lucas so much as rips the jacket off his shoulders, because ‘holy fuck, no blowjob is worth all that sweating’.

They’re laughing, and laughing and laughing, bodies rolling around on the sheets with hands on backs and smiles pressed to each other’s mouths.

They kiss each other lazily, Lucas’ hips trapped between Eliott’s legs. Lucas’ hands run up and down Eliott’s sides as he kisses him, and Eliott makes goosebumps arise with the pad of his fingers brushing lightly down Lucas’ back.

Lucas’ eyes close every time Eliott buckles his hips up, and Eliott waits readily under him to swipe the moan away from Lucas’ tongue with his mouth. Their groins rub together wetly, a veil of sweat covering their bodies and making their bellies slippery as they sway in sync.

“How do you want it?” Eliott asks. He cups Lucas’ ass, spreading his cheeks apart and squeezing, kneading it like dough. “I owe you an orgasm, you make the rules.”

Lucas’ breath hitches as Eliott’s fingers brush against his rim drily.

He rolls out of Eliott’s arms, lying flat of his belly. His eyes are shadowed by the hair falling down his face when he pillows his chin on his arms, and his stare pins Eliott to the bed as he lifts up his hips teasingly slow.

His back arches, knees spread apart sinking into the mattress, ass on full display. He lets a smirk settle over his face, and then he’s tilting his chin towards Eliott’s face. “Like this,” He breathes. His mouth is open when he kisses Eliott, and his face shines with want when he pulls back. “I want it exactly like this. I want you to cover me completely until you can’t tell us apart.”

Eliott’s response gets stuck at the back of his throat.

Fuck.

Okay.

With weak legs he climbs over Lucas’ body, a buzz thrumming inside his veins that leaves him dizzy as he reaches for their drawer.

He positions himself between Lucas’ legs, running his hands over the inches of skin at his naked back before dropping to his ass. It reminds him of a rollercoaster, the way his hands go up Lucas’ ass and then follow the curve of his arched back.

Lucas leans back into the touch, moaning brokenly when Eliott’s fingers touch the crease of his thighs.

“If you really think this is the appropriate time to worship my fucking ass, I swear to-”

Lucas’ mouth snaps closed, the feeling of Eliott pulling his cheeks apart with his thumbs enough to shut him up.

“Indulge me for a second, baby,” his breath ghosts over Lucas’ rim. Lucas’ ass quivers against Eliott’s hold, and Eliott digs his fingers deeper into the meat of his thighs. He rubs slow circles on Lucas’ skin, blowing softly. “You enjoy it as much as I do.”

“I do, but,” a surprised moan falls from his lips when Eliott rubs the pads of his wet fingers over his entrance. “But fuck, if you don’t get your dick in me soon I’m gonna pass out.”

He pushes one finger in slowly. “Patience.” He whispers. With his lips to the small of Lucas’ back, he pacifies Lucas’ gasps, and with the hand running up and down his thighs he soothes the trembling of his body.

One finger turns into two, that turns into three, Lucas’ rim swallowing him up to the second knuckle. He leaves small kisses to every inch of skin he can reach, trailing up and down paths he’s roamed before as he moves his fingers in and out of Lucas. To the curve of his ass, to the bumps of his spine, shushing with his lips Lucas’ small cries as he twists his fingers inside of him.

“I’m ready,” Lucas groans, fucking himself back on Eliott’s fingers. “Eli, I need you.”

With one last kiss to Lucas’ plump ass he takes his fingers out, wiping them on the sheets and rolling on the condom. He pumps himself with a palm rubbing against Lucas’ crack, dick hardening in his hand as a strings of curses falls from Lucas’ lips.

His heart beats fast with anticipation, mouth falling open in a silent gasp as he sinks himself into Lucas. Lucas’ breath is heavy under him, turning heavier and heavier the more his rim takes, pink and stretched around Eliott’s dick in a way it makes Eliott fear he’ll come the second he bottoms out.

“Down, down,” Lucas whines, making grabby hands behind his back. Eliott pushes closer with his hips, tangling their fingers together. “Down, I want you here.”

Eliott’s heart swells. He lowers himself down to Lucas’ request, bringing their hands above Lucas’ head and squeezing hard as he feels his dick sink deeper inside of Lucas. He mouths sloppily at the back of Lucas’ neck when he feels Lucas’ ass flush against his belly.

“Fuck,” Lucas groans out. “Fuck, it’s so much,” his head rolls to one side, cheek pressed against the sheet, and Eliott uses it as an opportunity to nose at his jaw. “So good. You’re so good, baby. God.”

His chest aches with the sweet feeling of Lucas’ back pressed to him, and he moves his hips in shallow thrusts. He’s addicted to the taste of Lucas’ skin under his lips, to Lucas’ noises ringing in his ears, this feeling of complete contentment as Lucas squeezes their hands together.

He lets their hips slap together, faster, and faster, and faster.

He can’t get enough: of Lucas pinned under him, of the sounds punched out of him when Eliott drives into him with sharp thrusts. Of the melody their skins play when they smack together. Lucas’ moans go higher and louder, and he curses, speeding up.

He notices Lucas is slipping on the bed when the thrusts turn deeper and harder, and he pulls back a little, kneeling between Lucas’ legs and guiding their hands behind Lucas’ back.

Lucas’ shoulders drag against the sheets as Eliott pulls him up.

He grips Lucas’ wrists tight, pressing them against the small of his back as he starts thrusting into him with fast jerks of his hips.

“Oh, my god.” Lucas gasps. His hips chase Eliott’s frantically, hands clenching and unclenching helplessly in Eliott’s grip. “Oh, fuck, how are you fucking real?”

Eliott pushes their palms together, squeezing their fingers. “And you’re asking me?” He pants. His eyes watch entranced how he disappears inside of Lucas, how the back of Lucas’ thighs tremble with exertion and pleasure. “You’re so gorgeous. So fucking beautiful. I’ve never met anyone like you. My baby.”

Lucas breaks free of his grip then, falling flat on his belly.

Before Eliott can ask if there’s something wrong, Lucas is turning on his back, patting Eliott’s stomach with his hands.

“Up here.” He gasps. His cheeks are red, hot under Eliott’s hands when he bends down to kiss him, and he’s saying Eliott’s name silently with strawberry lips. “Say that again. Again.”

Legs wrap around Eliott’s hips, and then Lucas is moaning wetly against Eliott’s mouth as Eliott sinks into him again. There’s fingers in his hair, running down his neck and gripping his shoulders, Lucas’ pink lips brushing against his cheek back and forth with every thrust.

“You’re my baby.” Eliott whispers breathlessly. His hips pick up speed, hiding his face in Lucas’ neck. “My baby, baby, baby. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

Lucas cries out, tightening his grip around Eliott’s body. He trembles in Eliott’s arms, nodding at Eliott’s words.

“And no one else’s.”

“And no one else’s.” Lucas repeats. “And no one else’s.”

“Fuck,” Eliott places wet kisses to Lucas’ neck, blindly gripping at his hair, tilting his chin up. The roof of his mouth tingles, and a burning heat coils at his belly, heart stuttering out of his throat. He kisses him desperately, hungrily. He kisses him with his mouth, and with his eyes, and with his fucking soul. “Fuck, baby, I-”

And then he’s coming.

He doesn’t register anything except Lucas’ face, slack and brimming with pleasure, mouth open in a silent scream as he follows right after him. He doesn’t register the nails scratching at his back or the sound of an ambulance rushing through the streets a block away from their apartment.

There’s no room for black spots in his vision. His whole mind fills with the boy under him. There’s only Lucas, and the way he looks when they’re kissing, and the face he makes when he’s coming.

When Lucas’ voice comes back, Eliott smiles.

“I’m gonna sleep for three days after this. I think you broke me.”

Eliott bends down to steal a kiss from him. Because he’s there, and he can’t not kiss him when he’s so close.

“I fucking hope not.” He whispers between them. His fingers brush the hair off his sweaty forehead, and Lucas huffs fondly. “I don’t know what I’d do if I ever broke you.”

“Hey.” Lucas runs the back of his hand down Eliott’s cheek. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. Hearts don’t break when it comes to us two, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

There’s a moment when they just look at each other, and then-

“Eli- baby, where the fuck is my phone?”

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[TRANSLATION: POTATO 05.2021]

7 MEN SAMURAI SOLO INTERVIEW

Scans not mine

Neither an English nor a Japanese native speaker

Feel free to correct me, thanks

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

A gravure of 6 people who gives off a wonderful aura that seems like will make you fall in love the moment your eyes meet. In the interview, the members's value towards "love at first sight" is highlighted. (The interview was done at the middle of March.)

Questions:

Q1. Does love at first sight exist?

Q2. What specific first impression of a girl has a good impression on you?

Q3. What is the item that you fell in love at first sight and bought it?

Konno Taiki

A1. It is relatively possible (LOL).

But, not just based on the appearance, I may also be attracted to her inner side. I think I will find her cute when I try talking to her and will find out that she is an honest and airheaded girl. Basically, since I want for the move to come from me (T/N: lit. push myself harder), so on the contrary, I don't like to be told, "I fell in love with you at first sight." Without suddenly asking her contact address, I want to do things step by step (LOL). And then, when I also think that it is okay on her side (T/N: lit. she's good), I want to confess to her finally.

A2. Since I like someone who is an airhead, I can recognize if the person is an airhead or not on the first meeting. Since there is something that impresses only me (LOL). Being too much of an airhead is a problem but I like someone who is an airhead to an extent that I can tease. When she said something wrong, I want to pester her saying, "Can you try saying it again?" (LOL).

A3. I like a lot the black bomber jacket that I bought last year. I like the color black, and I came to like simple styles too. I first saw it in the internet but I am the type who buys things that I have seen in actual so I went to see it at the actual store and bought it there.

Recent Happening

I want to go and buy spring clothes but I refrain from going out too much so I can't go and buy...An email from the brand that I like came saying, "Our new collection is out" and I desperately want those (LOL). I buy sweater and parka every year but this year I am greatly troubled [whether to go out and buy or not]!

Nakamura Reia

A1. It totally exists! Since the personality shows on the face, if I like the face then I will like the personality too I think. I think the type of person I will like depends on the situation I am in at that moment. Like, I think a person who seems kind when I am tired is nice, and I will be attracted to a person who looks like I can have fun with when I am in high-spirit. But, on the contrary, I might get turned off at the person who falls in love at me at first sight.

Since I am putting a fake face in front of a person who I am meeting for the first time (LOL). It is not the first impression but I feel really being liked when the person responses back to me as an answer to my approach.

A2. More than being fixed with clothes that are in trend, I like better a person who shows "I like this!" with her clothes and small accessories. I want her to be a nerd of something. We will be excited together if we have the same hobby, and if we have different hobbies, I want her to teach me her hobby. For example, I am an indoor type but if she likes fishing, I want for us to try doing it together.

A3. A black setup with a dragon embroidery on it. It is very stern (LOL), but the material is very soft and it feels good wearing it, and I don't have to think of a coordinate so it is easy to wear. I often wear it to the filming site of 「Gekikaradou」.

Recent Happening

I bought a Pachira and started to raise it. Honestly, I wanted an animal but plants are cute too! I usually place it at the entranceway. But I sometimes bring it next to the window so it well get some sunlight.

Yabana Rei

A1.There is. It's just that I am shy of strangers so it takes time for me to make some move. I will consult for roughly a year (LOL).Or perhaps I should say, as long as there's no proof that I can make a move, it may take forever for me to make a move. If it will strangely destroy our relationship then it is better to just stay as friends. Even if a girl falls in love with me at first sight and approached me, I am thickheaded so I will probably not be able to notice it. I will not know if I will not be clearly told, "I like you."

A2. A person who can behave. For example, I like someone who stays silent in a quiet establishment, or someone who can read the room. Also, I think I will be happy with someone who has the same hobby as mine. Like we happen to like the same genre in music. My tension will rise the most with a person who likes cars.

A3. I don't think I am the type who buys impulsively at things that I fall in love at first sight. Even though I falll in love at first sight at something, I'm the type who will think properly about it. The black bass with a drawing of a bird that I bring on stage until now is a bass that I found by chance in an instrument shop. Even though there are other choices, after thinking too much about it, I thought, "The appearance of this one is cool after all," and I went to buy it the next day.

Recent Happening

3 more days and my sticker as a new car driver will be removed! Among the members, Taiko, Konpi (Konno), and Rinne-kun rode already but Taiko and Konpi are substantially banned from riding [my car]. Since they went on a rampage inside the car. They misunderstood a person's car with a jet coaster (LOL).

Motodaka Katsuki

A1. I don't fall in love at first sight but I think 1st impression is important to an extent. I think I will gradually like the person, who I thought is nice during our first meeting, while getting to know her. I am bad at dealing with someone who falls in love with me for the first time! But I am worried that that person will fall in love with another person (LOL). But if that person asked me, "Should we grab for a delicious meal?" I might be lured with food...(LOL). Moreover, I will be like "I know a shop with a delicious taco rice" and it seems like if I was told about something I am a maniac of, I will definitely talk about it.

A2. I am interested with the lips. With natural color, it has a sense of cleanliness, and lips that are not dry is nice. Things like lipsticks with loud colors, I don't like that much those that are shiny. A color that is close to a bare lips has a good impression in me. Wanting to kiss those lips without thinking, lips like that.

A3. I fell in love at a flounder in a fresh fish market and I bought it. Since its body is big, I was thinking that I could fillet it into 5 fillets. I filleted it into 5 fillets immediately at home, and I broiled some in the burner and I also made sushi.

Recent Happening

Abe (Ryohei)-kun gave me a parka from a brand I thought was good before. Before the filming of 「Q-sama!!」, he casually gave it to me saying, "Oh, which reminds me, here." I was really happy but it is super valuable that I can't wear it (LOL).

Sugeta Rinne

A1. I often think, "This person is cute" (LOL). But, I definitely do not tell it out loud! Finally, when I liked her inner side, I might be the type who will advance to being a boyfriend from being a friend. Even if how cute the person is, I don't like those who use words like 「w」

「草」「sore na」 in mails (LOL). (T/N: w = laugh (LOL), 草 = literally, it means grass but people in the internet use it like "w" which means "laugh (LOL)" because "w" looks like a grass) Conversely, I will be a happy if a person falls in love with me at first sight, but I will completely doubt and ask, "Really?" If I am invited as a friend and gets confessed to, then my suspicions may loosen.

A2. A person who has silky hair, light makeup, and without colored contact lens. To exert a great amount of effort to be pretty is wonderful, but I think I like it better when it is not overly done. I like a neat and tidy person who looks good in white tops and denim pants!

A3. Before, I often fell in love at first sight with clothes, but I have a lot of failed purchases from buying clothes without trying them on. Like, when I bought a black long tee with a lion print on it, it turned out to be a dress for ladies (LOL). What I am currently aiming at is a sneaker with orange print on a white background. Since I haven't tried it on, I plan to buy it after I tried wearing it.

Recent Happening

Since I don't move extremely in the stage play「Hidamari no Ki」, my muscles toned down. My belly is protruding because of gastroptosis, so I was asked "Are you full?" during the dressing of Hakama (LOL). I must go back to training.

Sasaki Taiko

A1. There is. Isn't love in this world is approximately like that? I think there's not much of those who advance from friends to lovers. But since I want to know things about the other party, I want for us to exchange messages for around a month. And then, I want to meet the parents. Since it seems like we can properly date if I know the parents.

A2. A girl with pretty legs. I maybe looking at the legs more than the face. I like those girls who take care of their legs. But that doesn't mean I like girls to wear mini skirt, I am on the pants side. Lately, I think I came to like those pants like flare pants where it is tight in the thigh area.

A3. A large quantity of water from a large supermarket. 500mL of water came in a set of 40 bottles and it was very cheap. Also, I impulsively bought toilet paper. I bought so many that everything can't fit in the house so I gave some to my high school friend (LOL). Since I got my driver's license, I can now go in the supermarket alone and I go there around once a week lately. It feels like, "I've become an adult~." My next aim is the big potato chips!

Recent Happening

In the "Taiko Challenge" in ISLAND TV, when I uploaded a video of putting candy into a carbonated drink, I was surprised that the official account of the candy tweeted about it. Moreover, it is in English. Isn't that amazing? A CM may come after that...it will be my advance to the world. I might really do it! (LOL)

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kaesaaurelia · 4 years

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here’s your shining sword and spear

For @whumptober2020 day 19: "Broken Hearts” (and incorporating all three suggested themes, “grief,” “mourning loved one,” and “survivor’s guilt”)

Allusion to Satan/Crowley, brief mention of an ill-fated OC / OC pairing, and an OC having a one-sided crush on Michael.

This fic has a companion piece about Crowley here that focuses more on Satan/Crowley and what Hell was like just after the war, but you don’t need to have read that to read this.

Content warning for discussion of a failed suicide attempt, and for Heaven being a toxic work environment.

"It's not too late to stay here," Vehuel said, hopefully. "I'll go for you and that way you can just do whatever you want until we get back."

"No, no, I have to go, Lucifer wants me there," said Gadreel, glowing with pride. "I'm his favorite."

Vehuel bit back a remark about this; they'd had this discussion too many times already, about how Lucifer treated his favorites, and about how Gadreel deserved better than that. He could be as proud as he wanted of what Lucifer said to him, but Lucifer was careless and cruel, and used flattery very deliberately, and Vehuel hoped very much that he would be remade into a better version of himself after all this. Perhaps a version with less authority over Gadreel. A version that would grovel in apology for the deeds of his predecessor, and would never make anyone tremble with fear because they'd made a very small mistake with gravity that hadn't even been permanent, and that would also maybe stand still while Vehuel punched him. That seemed fair; it wasn't like Vehuel could hurt him, after all. But it would be cathartic. "I'm sure he wouldn't want you to get hurt for his sake, then," Vehuel lied. "Since he likes you so much." Gadreel's wings flicked in irritation, because he knew that wasn't true, but he didn't dare call her on it.

"I'll be fine," Gadreel insisted. "And besides, I'd love to see the look on that wanker Gabriel's face when we storm in and take Heaven. Aren't you looking forward to that?

"Yeah, I guess," she said. She did kind of want to see Gabriel's face when it turned out she'd been the one to save all of Heaven from Lucifer's poorly-thought-out plan. (Gabriel would not be there; he and all his underlings would miss the entire war for a lengthy meeting of the Human Design Team. He would never see Vehuel as anything but a troublesome and suspicious remnant of Lucifer's forces.) "I'm just worried something bad will happen to you," she said.

"You're always worried something bad will happen to me and it never does, Vehuel, I don't know why you think I can't take care of myself," said Gadreel. Vehuel stopped herself from reminding him of the time he'd almost licked a raw singularity. She would regret that restraint later. "Besides, God told you not to worry, didn't She?"

Vehuel snorted; she knew he was being difficult for difficulty's sake. "I thought we were disobeying Her now?" she asked, with an ironic twist of her spirals.

"I'm just saying," he said. "Anyway, why don't you lend me some of your eyes? Then I could see trouble coming."

If he saw trouble coming, Vehuel knew, he'd leap right into it. "I really don't want to, sorry," she said, drawing her wings over herself nervously, to hide some of the glow of her halo. At least Gadreel wouldn't doubt her sincerity. He didn't know she had the mysterious thing Michael had given her, the Weapon. It ought to have made her more confident, but it frightened her that Michael thought she'd need it. "I'm kind of worried I won't be able to take care of myself?" she admitted.

"What?" he asked, sounding almost outraged. "No! Why? You're bigger and meaner than me, I need the eyes more."

"No, you're definitely meaner than me," she said. "Remember what you did to poor Len?" She'd been very sad about Len breaking up with her, sure, but it wasn't really his fault she was clingy and annoying and didn't love him enough.

"He deserved it," said Gadreel. "It was justice. It's not really meanness if it's deserved, is it?"

"I don't think anyone really deserves to be tied to a comet and left for a few million years until he's missed at the next all hands meeting," Vehuel said.

"Sure they do! Anyway, you're still bigger than me."

"By a smidge, Gadreel, it won't matter if either of us has to fight -- I don't know, Michael or someone like that." She prayed Gadreel would have the good sense never to fight Michael, and knew in her heart that Gadreel would never have any good sense. "Listen, how about you stay in front and I go behind you and watch out for anyone trying to sneak up. We'll work together." They always worked well together, even when they weren't getting along.

"Oh, fine," he said, rolling his (apparently insufficiently numerous) eyes. "But you'd better pay attention."

"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you!" she said.

"You'd better not," he warned her. "I won't let you forget it if you do."

"I know, that's why," she said, shoving him. "You'll be fucking insufferable for eternity otherwise."

"I'm going to be fucking insufferable for eternity anyway," he said proudly.

Gadreel might be an idiot, but he was her idiot, and even if she was planning to betray the rest of them, she would never let anyone hurt him. So when he'd lunged at an archangel like a nitwit as soon as they got to Heaven, she pulled out the strange, sharp Weapon that Michael had given her to deter Lucifer from hurting her. If it could deter Lucifer from doing something cruel, of course it would be able to deter Gadreel from doing something stupid.

Michael had neglected to mention, however, that it would carve through his spirals like he was nothing but a dust cloud, cutting him nearly in half. He looked back at her, terrified and betrayed, and then some stupid seraph knocked Vehuel out of the way to get at somebody more important, and though she looked for Gadreel the whole time, she didn't see him again.

Vehuel was just being released from the hospital when the Archangel Michael came to see her. This would be her third set of wings; the first had been sheared off by a comet Lucifer hadn't warned them about, and the second had burned up in a supernova she'd thrown into the middle of the battlefield. She wondered how long her third set would last.

"We've decided to give you a metal," said Michael. "For your bravery."

It hadn't been bravery. It had been pretty much the opposite of that. "Thank you," she said, curling tightly in on herself. "What... um, what does that mean exactly?"

"It's a new concept," said Michael brightly, and Vehuel couldn't understand how Michael could be so cheerful -- how everyone, really, could be so unceasingly positive. She hadn't felt a single negative emotion off of anyone while she was here, but she was miserable. No one seemed to notice, though. They kept calling her a trooper.

She didn't want to be a trooper. She wasn't sure she wanted to be anything.

But now Michael was explaining about metals, and electricity, and reflectivity. "I know what metals are. The substance. I know those," said Vehuel, who had worked with them before. She'd had to jury-rig her own out of helium, even, when she and Len been tapped to build those two gas giants. "What I mean is --"

"Oh! Oh, of course, the part about giving you one," said Michael. "It's -- well, it's sort of decorative. It's to show everyone that you're a hero. It was very brave, what you did out there with the supernova. Saved us a lot of time, and maybe lives. How did you know you'd get out?"

It had not been brave in the least, but Vehuel had lied to Lucifer, and she knew she could lie to Michael. "It was a calculated risk," she said, trying to make it sound carefree, like it had been nothing to throw an unstable white dwarf into the battlefield. She tried to make it sound like she'd known she would probably get out all right. That maybe she hadn't expected her wings to catch fire, but that the sacrifice was minor in the grand scheme of things.

She tried to make it sound like she'd been planning to get out all right in the first place, and not that she’d panicked and regretted her choice as soon as she’d made it.

"I heard I didn't get Lucifer, though," she added. "Is that true?" He was the only one she'd wanted to actually... end. Or make different, anyway. She didn't know if she had wanted to end anyone, really. It hadn't occurred to her that people could stop existing.

"No, I dealt with him later," said Michael. "Don't worry, though, he's far away."

But he still exists, she thought, and as for being told not to worry, Vehuel had never obeyed that command.

"Do you want your metal now?" Michael asked.

"Um. Okay?" said Vehuel, who didn't know how this was going to go. Michael extended one of her hands, and suddenly Vehuel's whole being felt warm and strange, and she saw that in among the whorls of blue and purple that made her, there were specks of gold, like stars.

"Isn't it nice?" Michael asked brightly. "I thought the gold would go nicely with your eyes."

"Ah. It. Um. I. Guess?' said Vehuel, her halo flaring. She resisted the urge to cover herself with her wings, because it would hurt like anything, but for some reason the idea of the Archangel Michael having noticed her in an aesthetic capacity was terrifying and thrilling all at once and she didn't know what to say. What did you say to that?

But Michael was already moving on. "Rest up! We're going to need you for the rest of the stars," she said, and Vehuel was both relieved and disappointed. She wanted to talk to Gadreel about it, only he would have made fun of her. Or asked her how exactly this was any different from the way Lucifer behaved. But Lucifer had been doing it on purpose, and Michael surely wasn't, and also, she would never be able to talk to Gadreel again, because he was gone forever.

Vehuel went right back to work after as soon as they'd let her, because she felt like, for the very first time, her mind was empty and echoing. There was nothing for her to worry about anymore. The worst had already happened. She had made it happen.

So she drifted into the outer reaches of Earth's solar system -- also very empty, but not, thankfully, echoing -- and she filled it up with little things. On her best day, she made a weird oblong object that looked like a potato -- or, rather, several millennia later, when she first held a potato in her hand, she would think My god, this looks just like Haumea! But at the time, she'd only thought, This looks so stupid, I love it, before giving it two tiny moons and sending it hurtling end over end on its eccentric way.

On her worst day, she tried to build a fitting memorial for Gadreel. She remembered that first conversation she'd had with him, playing with gravity and sparks; she remembered how beautiful she'd found that tiny binary star system they'd ended up making by accident, and how much care and creativity they'd put into making it out of real starstuff in real space, and she tried to make something like that out of rock and ice, but she kept adding onto them, trying to make them the same size, and eventually the bigger one was nearly as big as a real planet, and the little one kept going unstable and breaking little crumbs of itself off when she added to it, so she gave up. They would have to be close enough.

She wondered why she was here. She couldn't imagine that humans would ever come here or see these things she was making -- they were such fragile, helpless little things that apparently a little bit of hard UV could knock them right out of commission forever.

But eventually, once she'd done all she could in the Kuiper Belt and was back in Heaven filing shitty paperwork for shitty archangels, a posting on Earth happened to open up -- well above her rank, but then again, she had the metal Michael had awarded her, and she hoped that would count for something. So after calling in some favors with the physics office and making very sure that her halo wasn't the wrong kind of UV, she put in her application. Maybe she could find a new thing she was for. Maybe she could be good at protecting someone. Even if it wasn't Gadreel.

#whumptober2020 #no.19 #broken hearts #grief #mourning loved one #survivor's guilt #good omens #oc #(kind of both???)#fiction #suicide #also sorry guys pluto was never a planet #kaesa op #disaster principality vehuel #text #michael good omens #anthony j crowley

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portals-to-a-new-world · 5 years

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A Good Suit

(gif isn’t mine)

Who? Leonard McCoy x Reader

What? I have to give a massive massive shoutout to @bakerstreethound for the idea: {So have a later night party at the enterprise (can be for Kirk's birthday, but let's say you and Kirk are on bad terms so you don't go to the party) you stay in your room tussling with your body pillow to make up for Bones absence. You wake up to find him sitting on your bed wearing the suit he went to Kirk's party in.} Love, you’ve absolutely slaughtered me in this process but oml was it worth it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it <3

Series? No(?)

Word Count: 1390 (I seem to be stuck in a rut and a lot of my fics have come out at this range lol)

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!, Some language, Mentions of being tied up, Oral (male receiving), uhhh I think that’s it tho

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Are you sure you won’t come with me tonight? -L

Not unless he apologizes. -Y/n

This feud is getting ridiculous. -L

He tried to fight my best friend’s boyfriend, Len. I’m not gonna just let that slide. -Y/n

And he’s refusing to apologize for “nothing.” Y’all both need to grow up. -L

I will when he does. -Y/n

You’re a mess, you know that? -L

Yeah, but you love it. I’d say see you tonight, but god only knows how long a Kirk party will last, so see ya when I see ya. -Y/n

You set down your PADD with a sigh. It was shaping up to be yet another lonely night in your quarters. You could just swallow your pride and go to the party; you’d even had a dress picked out knowing Leonard’s face would be priceless when he saw you in it. But that was before James T Dumbass decided he was gonna get drunk and pick a fight with your best friend’s boyfriend in an attempt to win her favor. Obviously, he didn’t do much damage to the other guy, but his refusal to apologize and insistence that it wasn’t a big deal meant that the two of you had been at each other’s throats for nearly two weeks. You let out a frustrated groan and resigned yourself to a night of cuddling the body pillow you’d gotten for the fairly frequent instances that Leonard was stuck working overnight in the Medbay. In all honesty, even if Kirk hadn’t acted stupidly, you still wouldn’t have gone; double shifts in the lab had you completely exhausted. You’d barely had the energy to strip out of your uniform dress and crawl into bed, let alone get dressed up and mingle for a party. You were kind of disappointed though, the thought of Leonard in a suit was enough to make you weak in the knees. Ah well. Maybe Christine will take some photos for me You thought as you drifted off to sleep.

‘Leo,’ Your moans echoed around the room, desperation dripping from them. Your pleading had no effect on the man himself, his exploration of your body never ceasing and never getting any nearer to where you wanted him.

‘What did you say again about these hands?’ He murmured darkly in your ear, breath hot against the sensitive skin there.

‘I said they weren’t legendary, that it was just all talk,’ You were struggling against your restraints, trying for any sort of friction. ‘Please-’

‘You still think so?’

‘No! God, no Leonard your hands are perfect, and I want them inside me please Leo,’

“Y/n. C’mon beautiful, open those pretty eyes for me” Your eyes blinked open, blearily trying to focus on the shape sitting on the edge of your bed. “There she is,” Leonard’s face came into focus, a gentle grin gracing his lips. “Any particular reason you’re clinging to that pillow like it’s a lifeline?” You reached up to rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“It’s my Leonard’s-busy pillow,” Your brain had just caught up and realized the man in front of you was, in fact, wearing a suit, and decided it was going on vacation for a while.

“Something wrong?” You shook your head, moving forward to run your fingers through his hair.

“You look good, Leo,” His lips turned up into a cocky smirk, and he raised an eyebrow as his hand landed on your bare waist.

“Do I not usually?” At your eyeroll, his smirk turned into a full-fledged grin, and he pulled you in for a kiss.

“I wonder how Jim would feel if he knew I get to unwrap the best gift tonight,” Leonard pulled back from your lips in confusion. It was a testament to how used to him you’d gotten that he only needed to raise an eyebrow in question for you to know what he was asking. “Y’know,” You fiddled with his tie before using it to pull him close. “Cause a good suit’s like pretty gift wrapping. It looks great while it’s on, but the fun part is tearing it off,” You barely finished the sentence before his lips were crashing into yours, the hunger of the kiss sending heat flaring to your core. You shoved your hands beneath the jacket, dragging your nails over the fabric of his shirt as his own landed on your back to pull you even closer to him. Each movement of his lips against yours was like a breath of fresh air, drawing you in and claiming you for his own. You worked your hands up to his shoulders, pushing against the fabric for him to shrug out of it, a silent request he happily obliged. He groaned deep when you tugged on his tie roughly.

“You keep that up, and I’ll tear the damn thing off for you,” He growled, reaching up to loosen the tie before tossing it to the side. Images of Leonard tied to his headboard with the tie flashed through your mind, sending a shudder down your spine. Next time, maybe Your hands found the buttons on his shirt as your lips reconnected, trying not to yank them open. Three buttons in and his hands found yours and tore through the rest of the buttons with ease. “Told ya,” Leonard’s smug grin quickly faltered as you palmed him through his trousers.

“You’re not done yet, McCoy. Put your hands behind your head and don’t move them till I tell you to. Understand?” His eyes darkened even more before he complied.

“Yes, ma’am,” Your fingers began working slowly on the fastening of his trousers as you kissed your way down his chest.

“Good boy,” You purred, slowly tugging his pants and boxers down. He groaned and bit his lip as you leaned forward to drag your tongue along his length before taking him deep into your mouth. He wasn’t exceptionally large, a fact for which you were grateful as you swallowed around him before pulling back and beginning a steady rhythm. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you could see Leonard’s fingers knotted together at the back of his head, muscles tense as he fought the urge to drop his hands. You locked eyes with him, moaning around his length as his face contorted in pleasure. Every gasp and moan that escaped him spurred you on, and you were tempted to suck him dry, but the knot growing in your lower abdomen had reached a point that it couldn’t be ignored any longer. You pulled back quickly, earning a disgruntled whine.

“Please, darlin’, I need you,” His eyes were wild with lust, chest heaving as he gasped for air. A nod from you was all it took before his hands were lifting you up and he was inside of you before your back could hit the bed. His submissive side was long gone as he pounded you through the mattress, arms pinned above your head. “Look at ya, being so good for me,” Each word was punctuated with a thrust until you were begging for more.

“Fuck, Leo, please I-” Every nerve ending in your body was on fire as his lips found your neck and left more marks than you could cover up the next day. You were teetering on the edge of oblivion as he adjusted his angle to brush his cock head against your g-spot with every stroke. “God, Len I’m so close please-” His fingers found your clit, drawing a scream of his name as you came; one Leonard echoed as you clenched around him, dragging him over the edge with you. He continued to thrust lazily, prolonging both of your orgasms till you nearly shoved him away at the overstimulation. After you both finally came down and cleaned up, you wrapped your arms around him. “You realize I’m never gonna be able to be around you when you’re wearing a suit now without jumping you, right?” His lips turned upwards into a smirk.

“So, what I’m hearing is ‘Find every excuse to wear a suit’” He just laughed and placed a kiss on your temple when you smacked his chest playfully.

“Keep it up, Doctor McCoy. You’ll find yourself tied to that bed with your own damn tie,”

“Is that supposed to be a threat, future-Lieutenant McCoy?”

“It’s a promise,”

#leonard mccoy x reader #leonard bones mccoy x reader #bones x reader #smut #this is just a manifestation of my suit kink tbh #aka pure filth #oneshot #blame ace she started this and I'm just a victim #yall she really was out to straight up murder me with this #i love her tho #thank you for being my muse

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