I feel like Russia + size kink makes so much sense but I can’t think of a location,,, I’m excited to see what you come up with though!!
18+, semi-public, slight degradation
It's a struggle to stay quiet.
Ivan is behind you, his broad frame pressing you into the wall. The thick, formidable length presses intimately against your walls, hot and pulsing.
“Ah~”
Per your request he doesn’t move, except for subtle shifts of his hips that of course you can feel. He is not a small man; taking him often feels like you're being split wide till your very stomach.
“Oh~” You whimper again.
“She will be gone soon, yes,” Ivan says soothingly, placing a hand on your stomach. His dick throbs as he can feel the small bulge of him in your stomach, and he can't help but bury himself a few inches more.
“I… Ivan…” You bite your lip. You hardly expected his little sister would interrupt your alone time, but truly you should've expected it-—Natalya rarely left him alone, especially when you were around. She banged on the door to his conference room vigorously, asking if he was alone. Of course he wasn’t—at the time he was balls deep inside you, pinning you against the wall with his frame. You’re sure Natalya knew you were there; it was hard to suppress your moans when Ivan was rearranging your guts with such vigor.
But neither of you had wanted to deal with her, so once Ivan heard the telltale sound of the lock being picked, he lifted you up and carried you—cock still inside—to the small closet in his room, before locking the two of you inside.
It's so cramped. He barely fit in the closet, much less with you added to the mix. You shiver as you feel him shift and slide into you even deeper.
“Ivan~ Ah.”
“Yes, kotyk, I know.” He says huskily, his voice strained. “It feels amazing for me as well.”
He rocks his hips again, his hands curling possessively around your hips. “So tight. It's like your cute little body can't yield to me just yet.”
He begins rocking slowly, his hips pulling back before thrusting upwards, his cock disappearing between your ass cheeks.
You let out a strangled moan, which he silences by clamping a hand over your mouth. The closet is so cramped; just like your guts, struggling to accommodate him and his massive size.
His hands shifts to your wrists, his body bending you over somehow some way in the cramped space. Soon your forehead is pressed against the wall, and you can't muffle your moans as he thrusts deeply into you. The wet squelch of your bodies meeting is undeniable in the closet, which is beginning to feel stiflingly hot.
"Ivan," you gasp out. "Natalya—"
"Shhh. She's gone now." He lightly squeezes the flesh of your ass before smacking it, making you jolt.
“I’ll cum inside you, da?” He grunts. “Fill your cute little pussy. Then maybe you’ll stop showing up to my office in such tiny skirts.”
“Or maybe...” he says sweetly as he fucks into vigorously, his voice sickeningly sweet. The slap of your hips loud in the room, drowning out your whimpers. “You want my cum trailing down your legs in that skirt, da? So everyone outside can see what a little whore you are."
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
A/N: please someone enjoy this because I wrote like twenty versions of this I swear
“Ha! I can see your ass!”
In different circumstances, Izzy would have found your current inebriated state to be quite humorous. In fact, he had even been laughing back when the two of you had been at the bar with his bandmates not too long ago. There, it was all fun and games while you danced with Steven like a crazy person and made crude jokes with Duff.
However, after you left the bar and you and Izzy had begun your journey home, things became less, well, laughable.
It had started out alright. It was only a seven-block walk to your place from the bar. You were still laughing about something Duff had told you and Izzy was admiring your smile and the rosy hue on your cheeks that the alcohol had brought on. Less than half a block into your walk home though, you stumbled on the sidewalk (probably due to the fact that you were wasted), fell, and twisted your ankle. Now, Izzy was carrying you home, your body slung over his shoulder haphazardly. Izzy, who was not the biggest guy, was now stumbling himself as he struggled to carry your dead-weight for the seven-block walk home. You, after you’d stopped crying about your ankle of course, were having the time of your life seemingly, slung over Izzy’s shoulder contentedly and babbling on.
“Iz, I can see your ass,” you said again with a giggle.
Izzy merely grunted as he readjusted you on his shoulder.
“Okay, babe,” he said, barely focused on your words and cursing under his breath as his feet stumbled again on the uneven pavement. The last thing he needed to do right now was wipe out whilst carrying you.
“Izzy, I love your butt,” you continued, completely disregarding any of the struggles your boyfriend was facing. “You have the cutest tush, y’know?”
Your words were practically slurred to the point where Izzy had to strain to try to understand what you were trying to say, but the following squeeze you gave his butt got your point across well enough. Izzy couldn’t help the blush that spread across his face at your actions and he rolled his eyes, thankful that his friends were no longer with you two to witness what was currently happening. He could only imagine what they would have to say if they were to witness his current predicament.
“I shouldn’t have ever let you agree to that drinking competition with Slash,” he said, choosing to ignore your comments regarding his backside and your accompanying groping.
“But it was fun,” you protested, momentarily distracted from your boyfriend’s butt after being reminded of the drinking contest you had participated in earlier. “And I won!”
“(Y/N), you did not win,” Izzy said, thinking back to how badly you’d been outdrunk by Slash. His bandmate had probably drunk five times more than what you had been able to consume and in half the time too. The contest had still gotten you sufficiently drunk though (clearly).
“Well, I feel like a winner,” you replied.
Izzy could practically hear the grin in your voice and was unable to keep a smile of his own from forming at your drunken commentary. He had to admit that he was quite smitten with your drunken personality.
Truth be told too; this was Izzy’s first time seeing you in such a state. Sure, you’d gotten tipsy before with him, but this was the first time he’d ever seen you full-on drunk before. For Izzy it was intriguing to see someone, who was usually much more shy and reserved, break out of their shell with just a little liquid courage.
“You won’t feel like much of a winner come morning-time,” Izzy told you, just imagining the terrible hangover you would be facing when you woke up tomorrow.
You laughed again and Izzy couldn’t help but smile with you despite his feelings that you weren’t fully registering the meaning of his words.
“Are you coming home with me, Izzy?” you asked, question brought on by the mention of the next morning.
Izzy nodded despite knowing you couldn’t see it happen from your current position.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m taking you home right now, remember?”
“Is your butt coming too?” you giggled.
You really couldn’t let the butt thing go.
You managed to snake your arms around Izzy’s body awkwardly as he continued to carry you over his shoulder, stroking your fingers along the silky fabric of his shirt absentmindedly as you did so.
“Yes,” Izzy said with a sigh, trying in vain to pretend as if he couldn’t feel your drunken touch tickle his sides. “I don’t really have a choice in that matter, do I?”
You let out another laugh and Izzy rolled his eyes again. You really were quite the lightweight.
“You’re funny, Iz.”
Izzy adjusted you in his arms again as he continued walking.
“You talk a lot more when you’re drunk,” Izzy told you teasingly. “Did you know that?”
“I’ve got a lot to say,” you replied.
“Yeah?” Izzy asked. “Like what?”
He had a feeling he just personally invited the floodgates to open up with that question, but he didn’t care. Your babbling was too cute to mind.
You were silent for a beat as if thinking.
“Like… that you smell good, and brandy tastes gross, and your back is warm,” you eventually came up with.
Izzy hummed lightly.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, and your pants are tight, and I love that,” you continued.
Izzy snorted.
“I mean it, I love your pants. I love you Izzy.”
Your boyfriend’s heart fluttered at your easy heartfelt confession. Though you told him plenty of times how much you loved him when you were sober, there was something strangely endearing about how you said it to him now.
“I love you too,” he said to you.
“Even when you have to carry me?” you asked.
“Even then,” Izzy confirmed.
You nuzzled your face into his back and another smile crept up onto Izzy’s face.
“Izzy?”
“Yes, my love?” he replied.
“I can still see your ass.”
His smile dropped. It was going to be a long night.
mini-scenarios; how long it takes for each of them to act. ft. norway, greece, russia, spain, japan, prussia, france, netherlands, america, romano. not sfw! 2.2k words
Lukas likes to make you work for his attention. He’s a cool, aloof lover, the kind whose comments settle over you like the chill of winter.
In contrast to his dry wit, he works at you like a sculptor, hands nimble and light. Reverent even. He’s unhurried, precise.
But that’s exactly what makes you want to put on such a brazen display.
He’s eyed you once or twice but his attention is primarily on the laptop before him. But the sound of fabric shifting piques his interest, and he looks up just in time to see your robe slipping off your shoulders and pooling around your ankles. His gaze roams appreciatively over the sight–your bare skin, goosebumps along your arms.
He raises a thinly arched brow.
“You’re daring today,” he notes, his lips quirking upwards at one end. He closes his laptop, setting it aside before clasping his hands over his lap, crossing his legs at the ankle. He looks you up and down with no shame, appraising you. “What for?”
The question slips through the space between you as you approach him. Your thigh nudges between his legs, and you know he’s found his answer when his gaze trails up slowly, deliberately–from the apex of your legs, bare and glistening, upwards to the jut of your chest, landing on the leather collar around your neck.
By the way his breath catches slightly, his gaze fixated on it, you can tell he hadn’t noticed that.
“Is this for me?” he asks, fingers skimming the collar like someone perusing fine china. You bite down on your lip and he hooks his finger under the material, dragging you forward. His lips claim yours with the clear intention that he would soon find out.
(And when it’s over, nothing is as damning as the angry red imprint of his hands on your ass. Or the similar red blooms specked across your neck and collarbone.)
(9 seconds.)
Heracles is an infamous lover, his exploits as legendary as his rich history. Yet if there is one thing you know intimately about him, it’s that he can be quite a lazy lover as well, enjoying the throes of sleep nearly as much as the conquest of bodies.
You had awoken in his bed, the hazy remnants of last night filtering through your mind like the rays of the morning sun peeking through his blinds. You found him nestled in his sheets, his brow unperturbed. The easy rise and fall of his chest reminded you of when it was much more labored just a few hours ago.
It seems only natural, you shifting to straddle him, your legs parting around his waist. The sheets slipping off your form. Chest-to-chest, you move in languid rocking motions, sighing softly as the friction it generates is enough to re-ignite the low flame within you. It takes a few seconds before the soft breaths warming the top of your head stutter, and his hand presses against your back.
“G’morning,” he says groggily, a hint of amusement in his languid smile. You don’t cease your movements, the hot column of flesh between the cheeks of your thighs responding to you. Heracles rests his hands on your hips, sighing softly once you reach between your bodies to touch him more substantively.
He lets out a breathy moan however once you shift forwards and he’s nestled into your tight warmth once more.
The best way to wake up, in his experience.
(8 seconds.)
Ivan isn’t a brute. No matter how much he wants to take you (and he wants it so badly in fact; your legs wrapped around his an image seared into his mind, the sweet moans of his name pouring from your lips like music to his ears)... he is considerate. You’re smaller than him, you’re not sturdy, not hardened like one of his enemies; in fact, he’d say you’re quite the opposite—
But you certainly are testing the limits of his patience. Perched in his lap as you are, grinding your hips against his in a maddening tango. His grip tightens around your waist–a warning. His hand tightens around the phone pressed to ear, and you hear the way the plastic creaks, as if he’s about to break it. His responses to his boss are monosyllabic, his thoughts entering around how you present yourself before him, much like a rabbit begging to be pounced on by a lynx—
He catches movement from the corner of his eye, and he watches, gaze sharp, as you reach for his hand gripping your side, yanking his glove off before throwing it onto the floor. Then slowly, deliberately, your gaze trained on him, you bring his hand up to your mouth. He watches as your lips wrap them around one thick finger, before sucking, and surely, even through his pants, you can feel the way his cock jumps at the action.
“Sorry, boss,” Ivan says, his gaze darkening as he watches your tongue work over his digit. “But I will have to call you back.” He hangs up without waiting for so much as a response.
Ivan tosses his phone to the side, grasping your jaw with his free hand. Your mouth releases his finger, and in a flurry of movement, he’s pining both of your hands above your head in a firm grip.
“You want my fingers so bad, da?” He laughs, a dark, velvety sound. “I’ll give them to you, but don’t blame me if it's rough.”
(7 seconds.)
“Ay, gracias a dios, what did I even do to deserve you, amor?”
Antonio’s lips trail down your neck, littering kisses in conjunction with his honeyed praise. His hands roam your form, groaning once he feels your soft flesh barely contained by the scrappy fabric of your panties. Your giggle has antonio pulling back.
“What? Why are you laughing?” he asks, pulling back with a grin. He can’t help but chuckle himself.
“You’re just so easy, Toni.” You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him in closer.
“And you’re very tempting,” he quips, hooking his finger into the thin strap of your thong and pulling; watching, with delight, as he lets it go and it snaps against your skin. you jolt, and with a sharp intake of breath, Antonio takes the opportunity to latch his mouth onto the top of your chest, sucking freshly bloomed roses onto your skin.
“No more games though,” he groans once he lifts his head. He adjusts your position until your back is sinking into the bed, him looming above you. His hand reaches out to graze your cheek, brushing hair from your face, before trailing lower, skimming your hardened nipple through the thin lace, then even lower, his fingers circling the dampened fabric between your legs, stroking lightly.
Antonio grins once more, pressing a kiss to your eyelid. His breath washes hot over your skin.
“I am so very hungry, mi corazón. I want to taste you.”
(6 seconds.)
No one gets close enough to Kiku to see how deep brown his eyes are. Dark enough to be black, with the richest shades of carob, those same eyes are trained upon you now, darkened with desire not often seen on the reserved man’s expressions.
“What were you planning when you asked me to do this?” he says, his voice assured. Unwavering. His boldness also surprised you; in public, he was reticent, quiet. In private, he liked to take control. His thigh is between your legs, parting them, and you have to resist the urge to grind into it. Your hands are bound together with his belt, above you.
“I’m not sure,” you admit. His gaze darts down to the way you wet your lips, the heave of your chest. He cocks his head to the side.
“I don’t believe you.”
Of course, he knows. He heard of the challenge from the internet, but he hardly expected you to try and trick him into it, pinning him against the wall with a cheeky grin. Still, he played along, spurred by his own interest in just how you’d react when the tables were turned. You didn’t have a moment to react before your world spun, and he had pinned you against the wall instead.
His gaze rakes down your form, the same way a connoisseur would survey their goods before partaking in them.
He leans in. “Perhaps I’ll need to train you to be more honest,” he says, his breath hot against your neck. “Let’s start with this: where do you want it first?”
(5 seconds.)
Gilbert didn’t realize that this could be an outcome. Sure he played rough as a youth, enjoyed the spar of bodies, and the smell of battle, but this?
This is the allure of the sweat trailing down your skin, your breathless laugh as you ask him if he’s done with his workout. He never considered this to be exciting—yet he likes it. It reminds him of how certain other activities can also work up quite a sweat. You ask him for a sip of his water, and Gilbert absentmindedly hands you his bottle. He’s thinking instead, about possibilities.
More specifically, whether or not the two of you could reasonably fit in one of the gym’s shower stalls for a quick tryst.
You’re dabbing the sweat off your neck with a towel, asking if he wants to grab a post-workout snack, when he acts. He rips the towel from your grasp, throwing it onto the floor.
“Hey!” you exclaim, only to yelp when he wraps his arms around your chest and pulls you back into him. Your brow raises when something firm prods against your ass, and you meet his mischievous gaze in the mirror.
“Maus, I think we’ve got to hold off on that.” He grins at you, his arms wrapping tighter around you. You can’t miss the way he rolls his hips against your back. “After all, we’re about to start the second workout.”
(4 seconds.)
Francis has a taste for the finer things in life: fine wine, fine food, fine clothing. Beauty, the arts. He considers himself a man of exquisite taste, his eye for the best unparalleled.
Indeed, he thinks, watching you splayed before him, the silk robe caressing every dip and curve of you, he makes very good choices. He downs the last of his sauvignon, setting the glass onto the table.
“Mon chérie, let me get a closer look at you.” He gestures, and you do a twirl for him, your gait slightly off kilter, no doubt due to the few glasses you’ve had yourself. He chuckles, his hands reaching around to grasp you fully, to engulf you in his hold. His lips skim your collarbone, his other hand deftly undoing the tie to your robe, revealing you to him.
“Magnifique. You must excuse my gall, but… I’d like to appreciate such a fine work of art.”
(3 seconds.)
Abel you’ve come to find, is not the patient type. He is when he needs to be, when it comes to negotiating trades or haggling, but he much prefers the blunt, take-what-you-can-when-you-want approach.
Including now.
“Stop moving your hips,” he grunts, large hands planted firmly on your ass. When you fail to listen, stubbornly continuing your rhythm, he grips one cheek fully and smacks, the sound reverberating in the room. You whine, and he takes the opportunity to eye your swollen mound.
After all, what else was he supposed to do when he came home to find you bent over the couch, the hem of one of his old shirts hitched high up your hips, showing the cute boxer shorts you had on? He may be a man of great restraint, but he is greedy, above all.
He thrusts into your mouth suddenly, a sharp motion, and you gag, pulling off of him. As you cough, Abel makes an annoyed sound, his cock twitching from the lack of stimulation.
After all, Abel thinks, his tongue delving into you once more, his fingers furiously plunging into your depths (Efficiency, putting you over the edge as quick as possible.)
Why be patient when he can be fervid?
(2 seconds.)
The bathroom door slams open, and Alfred stands there, disheveled and panting.
“Dude! You said we could shower together….” His voice dies down once he realizes that you are in fact, very naked. “Oh.”
“You were asleep. I didn’t wanna wake you.”
“Well, you should have!” he says, closing the door behind him. Before you can blink, he’s slipping off his shirt and unbuckling his belt. He sets his glasses down on the counter before moving to wrap his arms around you, cupping your chest in one hand as he looks at you fondly. He grins.
“You know we totally need to save on that water bill, right?”
(1 second.)
Lovino is not one to be outdone.
“What? You mean you didn’t—”
Shame sets in, darkening his features. Breathless, you pat his chest. “It’s okay, Lovi. I’m fine.”
“No,” he says firmly. “It’s not fine.” Despite being spent, despite having given it his all the past few minutes, he finds a surge of energy and flips the two of you over. He trails down your body until he’s a breath away from where you need him the most.
“Perdonami, ragazza. How selfish of me. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to move after this,” he says before his lips seal over you.
- This man struggles to settle down in a committed relationship, preferring flings and quick one-night stands. It's not because he's against it, but rather he thinks it's hard to find someone to accommodate his… specific tastes in the bedroom; plus he's so busy he can't imagine fitting a partner into his life. But once he has a partner, he is SO committed. Like planning-your-one-year-anniversary-getaway-a-month-into-the-relationship kind of committed. He tries not to go overboard with it, but he does enjoy thinking about hitting these milestones.
- Ironically he ends up getting in relationship with friends, his coworkers, people he spends the most time around with, most likely in a work setting. He’s a stickler for the rules though, which makes him hesitant to blur the boundaries between work and his personal life. However, once he starts really noticing this person--maybe the way they're always dressed nice, or hardworking, or always has a smile for him--he's fucked. They invade his thoughts at the most random moments, and it makes him want to avoid them. Thankfully he has friends (cough Italy cough) who notice his little crush and persuade him to do something about it.
- Please don’t even mention wanting to get fit to this man. He goes overboard, devising a workout plan, a nutrition regimen, etc. He can be a bit draconic with it too, wanting to push you to be your best.
- While he's not the most emotionally available partner, he is the most reliable. If you complain that your heater not working, he's fixed it by the next day. If you're nervous about approaching your boss about an issue, he suggests you practice with him. If you're sick, he's getting you all the Vitamin C packets, soup, and tissues he can find, stocking you up with them before leaving for work.
-He's rather touch-starved, so he appreciates a partner who is more tactile. He loves when they hug him from behind, or let him rest his head on their lap and card their fingers through his hair. It's the one moment where he doesn't feel like he has to be quite so uptight.
prussia // gilbert beilschmidt.
- He is so the type to be in a friends with benefits situation. He's pretty clueless about romance. 💀 Or not clueless, but... willfully ignorant. He’s more likely to fall into a relationship by being buddies with someone, then sleeping with them, and a few months in realizing oh shit. He actually really likes them. Like more than as a bro.
- Gilbert is nothing if not crafty, so he wants to figure out what you think of him first. He asks around--your friends, other nations, etc. If you ever talk about him, if they know if you're dating someone else, etc. It's so funny because it's painfully obvious to everyone else that he has a thing for you. In fact, Gilbert is possibly the last person to realize you two are a thing...
- He is actually very easy to please. Just praise him. He’s used to hyping himself up to make sure no one forget him. It means the world when someone genuinely thinks he’s great or awesome. A sure fire way to get him emotional is if you cancel plans with your friends to hang out with him. Of course he’s old and he wants you to go have fun! To live a little. But saying that he’s exactly your kind of fun is enough to have him getting a misty-eyed before hurriedly saying that it’s allergies or something.
- He's a very fun boyfriend. He's never quite let go of his childish side. He is very much the type to make pillow forts with you and/or play co-op with you video games. For movie nights, he enjoys picking movies that he thinks will scare you so you'll end up clinging to him, asking him to protect you. The reality is, if anything he is the one getting more disturbed by the kinds of movies they put out nowadays, more than you do. 💀
- In public, he's definitely walking around with an arm around your shoulder. He's just so excited that everyone will know he has such a smoking hot partner.
-You know what, Gilbert is surprisingly good at comforting you. Part of it is experience, but if you're upset, he's not letting it go. He'll keep pestering you to open up to him. And when you finally do, he'll hug you to him, stroking your hair and calling you affectionate nicknames while reassuring you that as your great boyfriend, he'll certainly deal with any of your problems...
austria // roderich edelstein.
- He composes songs about you. He can get quite in a tizzy due to his perfectionist streak, appearing visibly agitated if the song isn’t going exactly how he wants it to.
- He is a strong believer in having dinner together if you’re living together! he thinks it’s a good habit to get into.
- Roderich is actually quite sweet. He sends you good morning and good night texts, and always texts you throughout the day on your lunch breaks, etc., asking how certain appointments or events went in your life.
- Roderich is a fan of appearances, and he is definitely getting you several high-quality Swarovski gifts. It doesn't matter that he's secretly a cheapskate who patches holes in his underwear--he wants you to only have the finest.
- Do you know those people who flirt via critiquing you? That's Roderich. With you, he's never actually cruel though.
-He is the perfect gentleman when dating you. Always pulling out the chair for you, paying for you, etc.
-He likes receiving massages from his partner. He's also a fan of relaxing in the tub, with scented oils and incense.
- He likes people who are quick-witted, fast enough to catch onto his sarcasm.
- He enjoys taking you to the opera, or to see plays or theater performances. He feels like the arts are not nearly as important as they once were.
- One of his favorite hobbies is to people watch with you. The two of you will sit down at a cafe, have some tea, and just make observations about the people around you. For him sometimes it’s great inspo for music. Other times it’s just great fodder for gossip lol.
switzerland // vash zwingli.
- His love language is definitely acts of service and gift-giving. He likes making you gifts or bringing you gifts his country specializes in. Watches, chocolates, etc.
- Of course you’re going to have to have annual trips to the Alps. He’ll do his best to teach you how to ski, but he’s not exactly the patient… he’ll be damned before Italy or that damn France try and teach you though.
- On the rare occasions he goes out to eat, he likes to get fondue. He thinks it’s somewhat intimate to eat with another.
- When he gets drunk, he’s actually kind of a sloppy drunk. He never really gets drunk though; he can hold his beers. He also tends to be the one to keep things together if you get too tipsy. He wants to ensure he can take care of you.
- He is very impartial, so if you want an honest opinion he’ll give it to you. Even if you’re his partner, he will call you out on your behavior as a neutral third-party💀 In his opinion it’s more important for you to grow than for him to coddle you.
- He has such a hard time with letting people know you’re dating. He doesn’t like other people getting in his business; he prefers his privacy. At first, he refers to you as a business partner, then as Lily’s friend, and then as his friend… and then eventually, when he sees another nation flirting with you, he decides it’s time to make it clear you’re taken for, and wraps a protective arm around your waist.
- He likes giving forehead kisses. Sometimes regular kisses feel almost too intimate for him. Plus when you make eye contact after ending a kiss… he gets a bit flustered. He likes that a forehead kiss is quick and easy but does the job. It’s… efficient even.
- He would definitely teach you how to shoot if you were up for it. He wants you to be able to defend yourself.
- The biggest indicator of whether you two will last in a relationship is if you get along with Lily and treat her like your own little sister. If not, Vash doesn’t see this relationship progressing and will cut things off.
summary: old habits die hard, and vash’s protective instincts veer on overbearing.
1.1k words. not sfw. angst. smut in the last 1/4th.
Vash doesn’t greet you at the front door this time.
You expect a stern reprimanding, a caustic comment. That’s the only way he knows how to care, after all. With sharp words, a tight-lipped stance.
You really shouldn’t stay out so late.
What if something happened to you?
My door might be locked next time.
Of course, it never is. He’s offered his home to you, given a piece of himself up, and it can’t be revoked. That’s just the way he is. He rarely opens up to anyone, but when he does, they’re forever in his favor.
You slip into his house in the early hours of the morning, the sky still streaked with twilight. On your way to his bedroom, you make sure to check on Lili, who sleeps soundly in her own room. You crack open the door quietly but you’re not surprised to see he’s still up. You’ve told him he doesn’t have to wait up for you, but old habits die hard, especially for old nations.
He doesn’t say anything as you change into more comfortable clothing, but when you slip into his bed, the tense set of his shoulders faced away from you is all you need to know.
“Had fun?” he asks, and there’s a bite to his words, the kind that has your hackles raised.
“I did, actually.” You shoot back.
He whirls around to face you, and there’s a serious set to his brow. His green gaze roves your face, as if searching for something.
His mouth settles into a thin line.
“I suppose that’s good.”
Terse.
He doesn’t mean it.
You exhale in frustration. “You know, you could always… come with me next time.”
Even before the words leave your lips, you know it’s a moot cause.
Vash frowns. “I’m not interested.”
“Are you ever?” You can’t help but snap back.
The two of you stare each other down before eventually he sighs, a haggard breath through his nose, that of a man resigned to the inevitable. “I can’t stop you if that’s what you want.”
“So why don’t you join me?” You press. “I... it’s been ages since we’ve gone out for a date.”
He makes a face again, and you know what he’s going to say. I don’t like people very much. It’s better to stay at home, safer even—even though he's literally one of the safest nations in the world. You wonder for a moment: if Vash wasn’t a nation, would he still be the same? Keeping people at rifle’s length, always watching his back.
“You know why.”
You sigh roughly, turning your back to him. It’s quiet again. You wonder if he’s going to just turn his back to you as well, fall asleep. Looking at you cautiously tomorrow while offering an apology breakfast, a meagre sign of truce.
His voice cuts through the quiet like a bandaid being ripped off.
“Do you not… like staying here?”
With me? The last few words in the question go unspoken. Vash is a man of resolve, but right now he stumbles over his feelings, laid clumsily before you.
“I—of course I do!” You blurt out, glancing back at him. His gaze meets yours, his eyes cautious, guarded. You recognize that look. It is the same look, after all, he presents to the world.
You roll over to face him. “I just haven’t seen my friends in so long, and I really miss them, you know? We were catching up. Sometimes I do miss the city. The scenery here is gorgeous, but…”
You falter at his expression.
His mouth is pulled into a grimace, his brow furrowed. He looks pained.
“Sorry.”
You blink a few times. “What?”
“I’m… sorry.” You look at him expectantly, and Vash has to fight the urge to flush. Right. He needs to… talk. Explain himself. The words feel stuck on his tongue. “I assumed. I forget sometimes what it’s like to be…young. I’ve never missed people, much.”
“It’s not right of me to expect you to adjust to such a big change. If you want…” He hesitates. “We can—I can take us out more. To Lucerne. Or Bern. Wherever you want.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. As long as it…” He swallows. “If it makes you happier.”
You beam, throwing your arms around him. “Thank you. Thank you for trying.”
Still unused to just how affectionate you can be, Vash slowly wraps his arms around you, patting your back awkwardly.
“I like being here with you.” Your voice is muffled into his shoulder. “Your home is beautiful. But I’d love it if we could both explore the cities, too. Your country is gorgeous, you know.”
He nods, unable to stop the rush of pride at your praise. “It is.”
“And I want to experience that with you.”
Vash pulls back, staring at you long and hard. Then his lips are crashing against yours, the intensity near bruising.
He pulls away, breath harsh. Your lips ache with his efforts—Vash has always been quite clumsy in the bedroom. A stark contrast to the meticulousness he uses to make his watches, assemble his guns.
It usually ends up like this. Emotions running high, Vash loses his composure. His hand brushes against the band of your pajama shorts and when you lift your hips up, he slips them down your legs. He wastes little time in deftly undoing his shorts, freeing his own aching need.
He cages you to the bed, his hands planted on either side of your head. The thick head of his cock slides against your folds, and you sigh wistfully. He continues to rock his hips, the friction causing slick to build between you two. Your eyes flutter shut and Vash curses, reaching for the lube on the bedside table. He warms it between his hands, tensely pumping himself as he continues to rut against you. On your next gasp, he slips into you.
He curses softly, his gaze fixated on your face, scrunched in pleasure. His thrusts are sharp, deep. Sweat drips down his temple as his hips clap against your ass cheeks. He leans forward, onto his elbows. His face buried in the crook of your neck as he pumps you.
Instincts die hard. Vash wants to cage you in his arms like this, shield you from the rest of the world. He’s selfish when it comes to you. When it comes to his family.
Only he should be able to hear your gasps, feel your tight, wet heat sucking him in deeper, swallow up your moans with his own raspy breaths.
His fingers meander down to find your pert nub, which he begins stroking intently. You shudder around him, and just like that, he's gone. He grunts, his balls tightening up as he spills deep inside you. He's never lasted long after an argument.
He sags against you. For now, he’s content with this. You in his arms, his cock softening within you.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Sweet wonderful you
You make me happy with the things you do
Oh, can it be so
This feeling follows me wherever I go
Your small handheld radio rattled out the newest Fleetwood Mac song as you walked along the sidewalk, basking in the bright summer air. It seemed the sun had finally come to stay awhile in England and you were quite pleased to be in its company.
You smiled as you looked further down the road and saw your friend Razzle waiting for you in your agreed meeting spot. His hair fluttered in the warm breeze as he leaned against the light post, his hands shoved deep into his trouser pockets. Your feet naturally quickened their pace as you walked over to greet him. When Razzle picked up his head and finally caught sight of you, his face broke out into a wide grin.
“You made it,” he said to you once you had finally reached him.
“Don’t I always?” you replied, nudging his shoulder with your own as the pair of you began walking down the road.
Razzle let out a small laugh and threw his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close into his side as you walked. Briefly, you closed your eyes and simply relished in the feeling of being so close to him.
I never did believe in miracles
But I've a feeling it's time to try
I never did believe in the ways of magic
But I'm beginning to wonder why
“You still listening to that hippie bullshit?” Razzle teased, ruffling your hair a bit as he did so.
You rolled your eyes and swatted at his hands.
“Fleetwood Mac is not hippie bullshit,” you said, turning up your radio just to spite him. “Stevie Nicks is a god among us mortals merely blessing us with her song.”
At this, Razzle scoffed.
“Ah, right. God among mortals. My apologies.”
You laughed.
“Besides I don’t complain when you get all starry-eyed over Sid Vicious,” you added.
“That’s different,” he said, he said with a childish huff.
“Mhm. Sure. So where are we going today anyways?” you asked.
You had been following Razzle the whole time the pair of you had been walking, trusting him to guide you to where you needed to go.
“I was thinking of taking you over to Yaverland. We could look for fossils,” Razzle suggested.
Although he spoke in such a nonchalant way, you tell by the way he gazed at you out of the corner of his eye, he was secretly waiting for your approval of the idea.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Razzle said. “I mean, it’s a bit touristy but it could still be fun. If you’d rather do something else instead though, that’s fine by me.”
He was still looking at you, waiting to hear what you thought.
You smiled at him, reached down and took his hand. Giving it a tight squeeze, you reassured him.
“Fossil hunting sounds perfect.”
“Fossil hunting it is then,” he said.
You didn’t miss the way he blushed when you let go off his hand.
****
If you were being completely honest with yourself, Razzle could have suggested something like dumpster diving or bear wrestling and you still would have gone along with it just the same. Whether it was known to Razzle or not, you were completely caught under his spell. You were head over heels for the boy, and would do anything to make him happy, or even better, feel similarly towards you.
You really weren’t quite sure what to make of yours and Razzle’s relationship. The two of you had only just met a mere couple months ago. You and your family had just moved to the Isle of Wright in the spring, and you had met Razzle shortly thereafter. Right from the start of your friendship, something felt different with Razzle than it had with anyone else before. Things had just felt right. Everything seemed to fall into place. With Razzle, it felt like more than just friendship.
You just didn’t know if he felt the same.
There were moments where you felt sure there was something there something mutual, but you could never act on it. What if you were mistaken? What if all those shared jackets and cigarettes were just a sign of friendship and not something more?
“Hey, Earth to (Y/N)? You still with me?”
Your train of thoughts was derailed as Razzle waved his hand in front of your face.
“Yeah, I’m still with you. Sorry,” you replied, a bit sheepish for having been caught trapped in your thoughts. “What were you saying?”
“Just that I was going to miss these daily adventures is all,” Razzle said.
Since you and Razzle had become friends, he had made it his personal duty to show you around the Isle of Wright, taking you on daily outings to explore the island. It had been one of the best summers of your life, seeing all the island had to offer with your new favorite person by your side.
“I’m going to miss this too,” you agreed.
Once summer was over, you and Razzle would have to return to school for your final year of high school (though Razzle spoke incessantly to you about dropping out). Once school began, there would be no more time for your adventures. You’d surely be too busy with classes and homework to run around from town to town and seeing the sights.
“School is going to suck compared to this,” Razzle sighed, “but at least you’ll be there with me.”
You couldn’t have agreed more.
****
By the time the two of you got to Yaverland, there were plenty of people at the beach. It wasn’t surprising considering how lovely the weather was. The sun was shining, and the air was warm. Couples with their children played in the sand and plenty of people were taking their dogs out for a stroll.
You let out a deep breath as you took in the smell of the salty air around you.
“You like it?” Razzle asked, noticing you taking in your surroundings.
You nodded.
“You said there’s fossils?” you asked, curious.
“If we’re lucky,” he replied. “Sometimes you can find some laying about in the sand. I found some here once when I was a kid. I thought we could look again.”
“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” you laughed eagerly, kicking off your shoes and practically running down to the sand.
You could hear Razzle laughing behind you as he followed your lead. You raced with him all the way down to the shoreline, only stopping once your feet were splashing in the cold ocean.
“Shit!” you cursed, backing out of the cold water quickly. “It’s freezing!”
Razzle, right behind you, cursed as well, as the waves came rushing over his feet.
“There’s no way I’m going swimming today,” he said. “That water is way too cold.”
So, the two of you decided to simply walk along the shoreline instead, carrying your shoes in hand and occasionally letting the ocean wash over your toes when you were feeling brave. As you walked the two of you talked about anything and everything- school and music and jobs and family. Razzle told you all about his punk band dreams and listened attentively when you shared your own crazy and ambitious hopes for the future. You were also sure to look for fossils as you made your way along the beach, keeping an eye out for anything that stood out in the sand.
After some time, you and Razzle came across a nice-sized rock to sit down on and take a break on your walk. You had been walking for some time now and you were both beginning to tire. You placed your radio on the rock next to you, thankful it still had battery and was still playing out your favorite station.
“Today was a good day,” you said, leaning your head over to rest on Razzle’s shoulder.
Out over the ocean, the sky was beginning to darken. Sunset was starting.
“I’m glad,” Razzle said. “I wish we had found a fossil though.”
You’d had no such luck in uncovering any evidence of dinosaurs like you’d hoped.
“That’s okay,” you said with a shrug. “We can always look again next time,” you said with a smile.
Sweet wonderful you
You make me happy with the things you do
Oh, can it be so
This feeling follows me wherever I go
Your smile broadened as the same song from earlier began to play on the radio again. Quietly, you began to hum it under your breath.
“Is this that same song?” Razzle asked.
You nodded, surprised he remembered it.
You were both quiet for a spell as you listened to the music.
I never did believe in miracles
But I've a feeling it's time to try
I never did believe in the ways of magic
But I'm beginning to wonder why
“(Y/N)?” he asked, hesitant.
You turned to face him.
“Yeah?”
“I- I have to tell you something before this summer is over,” he stuttered out, seeming nervous all of a sudden.
“Shoot,” you told him, feigning confidence while your own heart thudded terribly with nervous hope.
“This summer- this summer has been, well, it’s meant everything to me,” he said. “I really like you (Y/N). A lot,” he said.
He looked into your eyes earnestly as he spoke.
You met his gaze.
“I like you too,” you said.
Your voice was almost a whisper as you spoke.
“I think I might love you (Y/N).”
This time you didn’t need to speak at all. You leaned forward and captured Razzle’s lips in a sweet and loving kiss. That was all the confirmation Razzle seemed to have needed because, suddenly, he was throwing his arms around you and practically pulling you on top of him, knocking you both off of the rock you had been sitting on along in the process. Your transistor radio fell into the warm sand below too but neither of you made any move to reach for it, too transfixed with the other.
“I love you too,” you told Razzle as you finally broke apart.
You were practically sitting in his lap now with his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady. He grinned widely at your confession.
You giggled as Razzle began to pepper your face with more kisses as the sound of Fleetwood Mac and crashing waves surrounded you.
Pairing: Slash x Reader, Jani Lane x Reader (Past)
A/N: Don’t let the double pairings confuse you, this is a Slash x Reader fic! Also, just so you know the reader is a parent in this imagine (in case that’s not your thing)!
The expectant knock on the front door had your little family of three buzzing with excitement. Your face lit up with a grin at the sound while your daughter and son zoomed out of the living room to go answer the door. They had been waiting for this moment for some time now, and so had you. Ever since you had told the kids that they were finally going to meet your “friend” Slash, they had been eagerly anticipating his arrival, talking nonstop about what they thought he must be like and asking you questions about him.
You were anxious and excited to see how their first meeting would go too. It would be the first time your kids had ever met anyone you were dating. Slash had been the first real relationship you’d been in since you and the kid’s dad had split up. You really wanted this to go well, but your children were so young you didn’t know if they would understand what it meant to have another man be present in your life. You said a silent plea that things would go well as you heard your son open the front door and walked to go greet your boyfriend as well.
“Oh, hi there,” Slash was saying as you turned the corner to the front foyer, a little surprised to see both of your kids at the front door and not you.
Your son, Taylor, a bit older and a lot more confident than his sister, said his hellos.
“Hi!” he practically shouted, gazing up at Slash in awe. “Are you Slash?”
Slash nodded and looked up, catching your eye as you lingered a bit behind the children.
“I am,” he replied. “You must be Taylor and Marie.”
Marie took a step behind her brother, hiding from Slash’s gaze.
“Are those presents for us?” Taylor asked, peering up on his tippy-toes at the wrapped parcels Slash held in his arm.
You rolled your eyes at your son’s lack of manners and stepped forward.
“Taylor, why don’t you let Slash inside the house,” you said, and, like magic, the two kids scampered back down the hallway back to the living room. “Sorry about that.”
Slash stepped into your house and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.
“Nothing to apologize for, babe. You show up to a kid’s house with presents, they’re bound to notice.”
You led Slash down the front hall and to the living room where the kids were now playing on the floor together with Taylor’s Legos.
“You really didn’t have to bring anything,” you said.
Slash shrugged.
“Well, I’m very grateful that Taylor and Marie decided to let me come over,” he said, gaining the kid’s attention once again. “I wanted to show them my appreciation.”
He sent a wink their way and handed the two boxes over to Taylor who was looking up excitedly at the packages.
“The purple box is for your sister.”
Even shy little Marie seemed quite overjoyed to open her gift as she proudly showed you the stuffed bunny she had gotten, hugging it to her chest tightly and petting its ears. Taylor let out a shout of glee as he opened his present and revealed another set of Legos. They were his favorite toy at the moment.
Slash watched with a smile as Taylor dug into his new Lego set and Marie began to pile up all the old Legos around her new plushie in a fashion that would only make sense to her two-year-old mind.
“Did I do good?” Slash asked you, after a few moments of watching the kids play, turning back to face you.
You took a step towards him so you could stand closer to him.
“Yeah, you did good,” you said, smiling when he wrapped his arm around your waist.
He pulled you close and planted a kiss to the top of your head, making sure the kids were too occupied with their toys to notice.
****
You decided that over dinner, you would talk more in depths with the kids about Slash and the relationship you had with him. Taylor was only four and Marie only two, so you would have to try and explain who Slash was to you in terms they could understand. You couldn’t just tell them he was your boyfriend when they had no clue what that meant.
You were nervous and sure Slash was too, but the two of you had talked about this previously and it was something that was important to you. You and Slash had been dating for four months now and it was well past due that he was introduced properly to your children. You weren’t sure what reaction to expect from the kids though.
You didn’t think they would feel like you were betraying their father in any way, considering the two of you had split when they were so young and hadn’t been together in so long (Marie hadn’t even been born yet), but the acute possibility of that still lingered in the back you mind. You also worried that they might think this relationship would somehow mean less love and attention to them, which of course couldn’t be more wrong, but apparently was not uncommon according to all the articles you had obsessed over when looking into how to introduce a new partner to your kids.
“So, guys,” you said nervously over dinner, “You know that Slash is a really good friend of mine, right? That he’s someone I really care about?”
Slash grabbed your hand under the table and sent you a smile as the kids looked up from their plates. He knew how nervous you were about this. Your children meant everything to you, and you wanted more than anything for this to be okay with them.
Taylor nodded and Marie gazed at you expectantly.
“Well, I know today was your first time meeting him but how would you guys feel if he came over to visit us more often, just like he did today? Would that be alright with you two?”
Both Taylor and Marie immediately nodded, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in.
“Yeah!” Taylor said “And he can play more Lego with me like he was when you were making dinner! He even knows how to build the pictures on the box!”
You smiled as Slash let out a small laugh beside you.
“I’ll play Legos with you any time dude,” he said.
His statement left Taylor glowing and you muttering a ‘careful what you agree to’ under your breath.
****
“I’d say that went well,” Slash said, sitting on your kitchen counter, watching as you packed up the leftover food from dinner.
The two of you had just finished doing the dishes and were hanging out in the kitchen while the kids played some more in the living room.
“I know,” you said. “I’m hesitant to say they like you.”
Slash kicked his leg out playfully at you as you walked past him to stick the leftovers in the fridge.
“Hesitant?” he asked. “Oh please, Taylor told me three times today I was the best Lego builder ever. I think it’s safe to say he likes me.”
His tone was teasing, but you could see the happiness in his expression. He was pleased this had gone well too.
“Yeah, he definitely likes you,” you relented. “And Marie seems to be warming up to you. She’s just so shy.”
Slash shrugged.
“She’s like you,” he teased. “Needs a lot of persuading to give me a chance.”
You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth, about to say something witty back when the phone rang.
You let out a sigh before going to pick it up.
“Hello?” you said, half expecting it to be a wrong number or a telemarketer of some sorts.
“(Y/N)? Hey, It’s Jani.”
Your expression must have dropped at the sound of your ex-husband’s voice through the receiver because Slash was now looking at you, face intent with worry.
“Jani?” you asked. “Why are you calling me? Aren’t you on tour right now?”
You glanced over as realization hit Slash as to who was on the other end of the phone.
“Well, don’t sound so excited to hear from me, god,” Jani said with a chuckle. “I was just calling to see how the kids are. I miss em’ like hell.”
It wasn’t that you didn’t like Jani. On the contrary actually. The two of you had maintained a pretty decent relationship for the sake of the kids and got along pretty well normally. You might even go as far as to say you were still friends. It was just the fact that he had called today of all day’s when Slash was here visiting for the first time, that had you sounding clipped with him.
“Yeah, the kids are great. They’re doing great,” you said.
You could feel Slash’s eyes on you as you talked to Jani.
“Can I talk to them?” Jani asked. “They’re still awake, right? I can never remember what time they go to bed now, and you know how terrible I am with time zone differences.”
You sighed. It would be easy to tell Jani that he couldn’t talk to the kids, to lie and say that they were asleep, but you would never be able to forgive yourself for withholding your kids from their dad. They loved him too much, and as much as you hated to admit it sometimes, he was a great father to them.
“Yeah, they’re awake. Let me go get them for you,” you told him.
You heard Slash get up off the counter and follow you out into the living room as you left the phone sitting off the hook, Jani still on the line. He trailed after you into the living room where you informed the kids their dad was on the phone and that he wanted to talk to them.
Taylor and Marie quickly sprung to their feet and ran off to the kitchen to grab the phone, excited to hear from their dad.
“This is bad,” you said, turning to face Slash finally, once the kid’s had disappeared around the corner.
Slash just looked at you nervously.
“Why?”
“What if the kids say something about you being here to Jani?” you asked.
You had no idea how your ex-husband would react to finding out that your new boyfriend was over and hanging out with his children.
“I thought Jani knew you were seeing someone,” Slash said.
“He does,” you said. “He knows we’re dating. That’s not the problem. I just don’t know how he’ll react to me introducing you to the kids. I didn’t check with him beforehand. Should I have asked him?”
You worried your lip between your teeth as you spoke your anxieties aloud. Slash, forever your rock, wrapped you up in a hug seeing how worked up you had gotten over this.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, wrapping you up in a hug. “If Jani loves those kids like you say he does, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt your relationship with them.”
“I know you’re right,” you said. “It’s just that tonight already went so perfect; I can’t stand for anything to change that.”
Slash nodded and cupped your face in his hands. He planted a soft kiss to your forehead, and you closed your eyes, relishing in the calming effect he had on you.
“It’ll be alright,” he reassured you.
The two of you stayed in the living room for a good twenty minutes or so, giving your children some privacy as they talked to their father on the phone, before you heard Taylor call your name.
“Dad wants to talk to you!” he sang out before running out from the kitchen, Marie giggling and trailing behind him.
You turned to Slash.
“You’re good out here with them, right?” you asked him.
He nodded.
“Of course,” he answered. “We’ll hang out here. Go talk to him.”
“Alright,” you sighed. “Wish me luck.”
Slash sent you a gentle smile.
“You won’t need it.”
Taylor had left the phone sitting off the hook like you had for him earlier. You braced yourself as you walked into the kitchen and picked it up.
“Jani?” you said, placing the phone to your ear.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” you breathed out.
“So, Taylor and Marie told me that Slash came by to visit today-”
“Jani, I’m so sorry if that offends you or you wish I had run that by you!” you blurted out, interrupting him before he could finish what he was going to say. “I honestly wasn’t even thinking about how you would react to it all considering you’re in Europe now and not here in California. Maybe I should have talked to you first, but the kids really seem to like him.”
You were caught off guard by the sound of Jani’s laughter on the other end of the phone. That had definitely not been the reaction you had been expecting.
“(Y/N), I’m not mad,” he said. “I’m happy for you, seriously.”
“You are?”
“Yeah! I’m glad things are going well for you two and of course I’m going to be happy that the kids like him. I actually wanted to tell you that I have someone that I really want to introduce to the kids too.”
You were stunned.
“You do?”
Jani let out another laugh.
“Don’t sound so surprised. Remember that girl I was telling you about? Bobbie?” he asked. “Well, we’re official now and I think I really love her.”
“I- oh, that’s great Jani,” you stuttered out, still mind-blown with how this conversation was going. Only fifteen minutes ago you were preparing for him to be shouting and crying, upset with you for god-knows-what.
“Thanks (Y/N). Speaking of Bobbie, I got to go,” he said, letting out a small sigh. “I told her I’d meet her at the hotel after the show and I’m super late. I just wanted to let you know that I was happy for you.”
“Thanks Jani,” you said. “Yeah, you should go see Bobbie. I’ll let you go now. Thanks for calling.”
“Bye. Can’t wait to see you and the kids when I get back. Tell Slash I said hi!”
Then he hung up.
You stared at the phone in your hand in silent amazement, shocked with what had just gone down. A slow smile spread across your face. Jani was happy for you. He wasn’t upset in the slightest and he even had a girlfriend of his own that he wanted the kids to meet when he got back to the States. You shook your head in wonder.
Slash looked up at you when you finally wandered back into the living room. Marie was perched on his lap, shouting at him to flip her upside down again while Taylor played with his matchbox cars on the carpet.
“All good?” Slash asked you when you walked into the room.
You nodded at him before going to take a seat next to him on the sofa, snuggling into his side a bit.
“So, what do you say we get out of here and go back to your place?”
You sighed into your glass as you took another sip of your drink. The boy seated next to you at the bar, while persistent, was an absolutely awful flirt and quite honestly getting on your nerves. He had been talking to you for almost twenty minutes now and it was getting harder and harder to tune him out. This had to have been his thirteenth time he had asked if he could take you home.
You had every intention of ignoring him the entirety of the night, but it seemed he wasn’t easily put off by your cold-shouldered attempts at turning him down.
“Look,” you said, finally and begrudgingly talking to him after giving him the silent treatment for so long.
He perked up immediately at the sound of your voice, and you almost felt bad for getting his hopes up.
“Look, Jerry, you seem like a nice enough guy but-”
“Nikki,” he interjected, correcting you.
You looked at him curiously.
“Pardon?” you asked.
“Nikki,” he repeated. “My name’s Nikki.”
“Oh,” you said.
Shit. You really hadn’t been paying attention to anything he’d been saying. He had been blabbing on and on about himself for over a half hour now and you hadn’t even caught his name.
“Right, well Nikki, you seem really nice, but I’ve got to get going.”
The infuriating smirk he had been donning all night returned to his face. You found yourself wishing you could wipe it off somehow.
“What’s the rush doll?” he asked you, sliding seamlessly back into romance mode. “Got somewhere more important to be?”
You rolled your eyes.
“Yes, I do actually,” you replied. “My bed. I have work tomorrow.”
Nikki, either completely daft or just refusing to accept any form of rejection, kept right on going.
“Need some company? In your bed I mean.”
“I’m fine on my own,” you snapped.
His grin only widened, reminding you of the Cheshire Cat although you didn’t feel intimidated in any way. Nothing he had said to you so far had creeped you out or scared you. It was just entirely obvious that he was a cocky son of a bitch that felt like you should be falling at his feet over how attractive he was.
And he was attractive, but that didn’t matter because he was a nuisance and you were tired and you just wanted to get home, right? Right?
So why did you keep entertaining him by keeping the conversation flowing?
“Why be fine on your own when you could be great with me?” he asked, sidling up closer to you so that his body was pressed flush against yours.
You tried to ignore the way the growl in his voice and the heat of his body sent a shiver down your spine as you shoved him off you.
Nikki didn’t falter though.
“Aw, c’mon,” he said. “I’m in a band, y’know.”
You raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“Does that line usually work on people?” you asked drily. That had been his most pathetic excuse to pick you up yet.
“If you must know, the girls usually eat that shit up,” he told you with a bit of a laugh.
Nikki knew that line wasn’t going to impress you and that was exactly why he had told it to you.
There was something about you that was different from the people Nikki usually picked up from bars and that was your complete unwillingness to give him any bit of attention. Normally, the girls he and his bandmates picked up after a gig or night of drinking were all over him, drawn to his alternative style or bad boy persona. You were neither. In fact, you seemed completely disinterested which just made Nikki want you more. No one had ever made him work this hard before and it excited him.
“Well, it’s not going to work on me,” you stated. “Wannabe rockstars aren’t really my type.”
“Hey,” Nikki said, dropping the flirtatious tone. “I’m not just some wannabe rockstar. I’m Nikki Sixx and I’m going to be one of the greatest musicians alive. Just you see.”
There was a glimmer in his eye as he spoke, and you regarded him with interest. For the first time tonight, he seemed to be speaking with a passion.
You motioned to the bartender to pour you another drink. Perhaps you could stay a bit longer now that things were getting interesting.
“What kind of music do you play?” you asked, leaning closer to him to hear his reply better.
He could hear genuine interest in your voice for the first time since speaking to you and Nikki smiled.
“Rock and Roll,” he said. “Heavy Metal more specifically.”
“So, I take it you like things fast and loud?” you asked with a smirk, raising your eyebrows.
Nikki, who was caught off guard by you turning the tables on him so quickly, couldn’t fight off the small blush that rose to his cheeks at the implication of your words.
He found his footing quickly though and played along.
“Hell yeah,” he said. “And I’m a bassist so I like things deep too.”
You bit your lip to contain the laugh that threatened to spill out and Nikki’s eyes trailed down to your mouth hungrily.
“You’re cute,” you told him. “A sleazy dog. But cute.”
Nikki grinned.
“Well, I appreciate the compliment doll,” he told you. “Especially coming from someone as gorgeous as you.”
The line was just what you expected from him, and you rolled your eyes, though your annoyance from earlier was long gone.
“You need to work on your game,” you teased. “I saw that line coming from a mile away.”
Not for the first time that night, Nikki found himself marveling at your forwardness.
“What could I do to surprise you then?” he asked.
You gave it some thought, tapping your finger exaggeratedly on your chin.
“Hmm,” you said. “You could… You could ask me out.”
Nikki furrowed his brow. That was not what he was expecting you to say.
“Ask you out? I’ve been trying to get with you all night.”
“On a real date,” you elaborated. “Take me on a real date like a gentleman. Show me how much you want me.”
Nikki gave this some thought and straightened up, immediately up to the challenge.
“Easy,” he said. “Let’s go.”
He was rising to his feet already, ready to take you out.
“Not so fast,” you laughed, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him. “I have to be getting home. I have work early tomorrow morning, remember? You’re going to have to do this the real way and have a little patience.”
Nikki pouted dramatically.
“Seriously?”
You merely shrugged.
“Here’s my number,” you responded, handing over your digits scrawled onto a bar napkin. “You can decide for yourself if you want to call or not.”
In the time that Nikki spent examining the scrap of paper you had handed him, you had already stood up from your seat at the bar and were gathering your things to leave.
“Wait,” he said, realizing you were on your way out.
You raised your eyebrows, silently asking him what was wrong.
He glanced between your number and you one last time, looking like he wanted to argue with you, like he wanted to tell you how frustrating this was.
“I’ll call you,” he said instead with a small sigh.
You just left with a nod, not allowing yourself to smile until your back was turned to him, and you were sure he couldn’t see the pleased expression on your face.
