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summary: *yn* and damon are friends. good friends. just friends. nothing more, nothing less. until elena's eighteenth birthday party and the captain of the waterpolo team comes along, leaving damon wondering how much he really likes that term.

warnings: swearing, drinking, fluff, vampire stuff, cheating (kinda??)

"What do you think?"

"Give me a spin."

*yn* resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she complied, shuffling her body around in a circle.

"Oooh I really like this one." Caroline observed. She shifted on the small couch placed into the middle of the boutique as she took a few moments to run her eyes over *yn*'s body.

"I think this might be the one."

This time *yn* couldn't restrain herself as she threw her hands up in frustration and huffed.

"Care, you've said that about all of them."

"I'm sorry, it's not my fault you look good in everything!"

*yn* groaned in response as she shoved the curtain across the metal rod, concealing herself from Caroline once more.

"I give up." She exclaimed dramatically as she pulled the red dress over her head. "I'm just going to go with the blue one."

"If that's what it takes for you to stop whining." She heard Caroline mumble on the other side of the curtain.

"I heard that!"

The shrill ringtone of Caroline's phone rung out through the store.

"Oh sorry Elena's calling, be right back."

*yn* shook her head as she heard Caroline answer the phone and hurry out of the store. She slipped the blue dress back on over her head just as her shoulder bag began to vibrate.

She couldn't fight the small smile threatening to tug on her lips at the Caller ID.

"Well if it isn't my second favourite Salvatore brother."

"Ouch, why is it that you're always so mean to me?" Damon's amused voice slipped out through the speaker.

"Because being nice is boring." She answered as she slipped out of the change room.

"Using my own logic against me, I've taught you too well." She smiled at his words as she made her way over to the mirror.

"What are you up to? Down for a little road trip?"

"Can't sorry. Helping Caroline plan Elena's birthday party." *yn* twisted around in front of the mirror, scrutinising the dress from every angle.

"Ah yes the big eighteenth how could I forget."

"Why? Where are you going?" *yn* asked as she finally drew her attention away from the mirror.

"Tennessee."

Her brow furrowed at her answer. "Another potential Stefan victim?"

"Yep. The sheriff gave Elena another location."

"She's not going with-"

"No way. Told her I'd take it on myself."

There was a pause as *yn* glanced out the shop window to make sure Caroline was still out the front on the phone, her ears occupied and unable to listen in.

"They're going to be like the other victims, aren't they?"

"Probably."

She felt herself grow nauseous at the thought of what Damon would no doubt find in Tennessee. Even his verbal reports back to her had been enough to make her skin crawl. If there had been any doubts before if Stefan was a ripper, they were long gone by now.

"Are we ever going to tell her?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. She heard Damon let out a sigh.

"If I find him and sort him out we won't ever have to."

"Alright just- just let me know how you go ok?" Despite her best efforts she couldn't hide the concern laced through her words.

"Always do. See you at the party."

"See you at the party."

"Oh *yln*-"

Damon's voice crackled through the speaker just as her finger hovered over the button to end the call.

"Yeah?" She pressed the phone to her ear once more.

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

"Wear the red one." *yn* swore she could practically hear his smirk through the phone before he hung up.

*yn* whirled around, the phone still pressed to her ear. Her eyes darted around the store and then out through the windows that revealed the main street of Mystic Falls.

Her heart was thumping in her chest and a blush was creeping up onto her cheeks. Damon was no where to be seen.

"Ugh god Elena is still complaining about this party, I swear it's like no one wants to have fun in this town anymore- are you ok?"

*yn* turned to see Caroline staring at her, brow raised when she noticed her flushed complexion.

"Uh- yeah fine." *yn* lied, swallowing as she turned to go back into the change room.

"Ok..." Caroline studied her before turning her attention back to her phone.

She glanced up once more after a few moments to see *yn* emerging from the change room, back in her jeans and tank top. Her brow furrowed.

"I thought you were getting the blue one?"

"Yeah I um-"

*yn* glanced down at the red material clutched in her arms.

"I changed my mind."

The bass felt like it was pounding against her skull. Sweaty bodies were brushing against her on all sides. She could already feel the back of her knees start to slick with sweat as she weaved through the crowd.

Apparently this was Caroline's definition of a 'small' party. Bodies occupied every square inch of the Salvatore boarding house. Her eyes slid over the hundred or so faces. Some she recognised from school. Others she had never seen before in her life.

She smoothed down the front of her short dress as she stepped around a couple making out at the bottom of the staircase. She could feel multiple sets of eyes on her as she moved deeper into the house. The waterpolo team bunched in the corner didn't even make an attempt to look away as she walked past.

She smirked to herself. She'd shown up with the intention of looking hot, so far it seemed to be going according to plan. She surveyed the crowd once more. A flash of blonde hair caught her eye, which she instantly made a beeline for.

"Care!"

Caroline swung around at *yn*'s voice, a grin spreading across her lips as she looked her up and down.

"Oh my freaking god you look so hot." She squealed as she lurched forward and wrapped her arms her shoulders.

*yn* laughed and squeezed her tightly back. "So do you."

"Who the hell are these people?"

"Friends of friends." Caroline shrugged. *yn* raised a brow at her before turning to survey the room. Her eyes involuntarily searching for one person in particular.

"C'mon, I need a shot." Caroline announced as she grabbed *yn*'s hand and tugged her towards the drinks table.

*yn* grinned as she let Caroline lead her through the crowd.

"Is everyone here?" *yn* shouted over the thumping bass.

"I think so." Caroline shouted back, her eyes gleaming as she spotted a bottle of tequila.

*yn* turned around, her eyes scanning the crowd once more.

"Oh actually I haven't seen that reporter girl yet, what's her name - Andrea or-"

"What?" *yn*'s neck snapped back around to look at Caroline.

"Andie's coming?"

Caroline paused and glanced up at her. She had just been about to pour the clear liquid into a shot glass.

"Yeah, Damon insisted on inviting her. Poor girl probably didn't have a choice knowing him." Caroline remarked as she turned her attention back to the bottle in her hand.

"Right." *yn* swallowed. She pressed her lips into a hard line. "Yeah."

She felt sick as she glanced down at the tight red dress covering her body. She suddenly felt incredibly stupid. That for even a moment she had let herself divulge in suppressed fantasies, that she'd let herself get hopeful that something might happen with the vampire that was supposed to be nothing more than one of her good friends.

That she had let herself indulge those feelings that she had always worked so hard to deny and ignore.

"Ok here-" Caroline cut herself off, the shot in her hand for *yn* to take suspended in midair.

She studied her friend for a moment. She withheld a sigh when she saw the tears threatening to pool in *yn*'s eyes.

"Ok no." She announced, slamming the shots back onto the table. The sound made *yn* jump, her eyes focusing back on her friend.

"We are so not doing this tonight."

"Wha-"

"You are not letting your night get ruined by Damon Salvatore of all people."

"Care-" *yn* began, glancing over her shoulder quickly to make sure Damon wasn't in sight before turning back to her. "He's my friend."

"Oh please." Caroline scoffed as she folded her arms in front of her chest. "You don't think I can tell when my best friend is crushing on a guy?"

*yn* felt her cheeks redden.

"Although I've been trying to ignore it given it is Damon-"

She ignored the glare *yn* gave her. "- and I've been hoping it was just a little phase, but clearly that was wishful thinking." She sighed as she gestured to *yn* who had opened her mouth to respond.

"I've known for months, so don't even try and deny it."

*yn* clamped her mouth shut. She felt her resolve weaken under Caroline's stare.

"If you tell a soul-"

"-you'll stake me I know. Your secret's safe with me." Caroline insisted.

With that *yn* felt her shoulders slump in defeat as her barriers finally crumbled down.

"I like him. A lot." She admitted.

"I think I always knew there was something there, but I don't think I realised how much until-" She cut herself off and bit her lip as she felt her eyes begin to water.

Caroline's hard gaze softened at the sight. "Hey, it's ok." Caroline comforted her, running a hand down her arm. "Do you want to go somewhere and talk about it?"

"No." *yn* shook her head as she sniffed. "No, like you said. I don't want this to ruin my night. It's been so long since we've actually had fun."

It was true. Before Damon and Stefan returned to Mystic Falls, *yn* was the life of the party, drinking almost every weekend and staying out way past curfew - much to her parents chagrin. But now, she could barely even remember what it felt like to be drunk and let loose.

Her answer made Caroline's eyes brighten. "Exactly, and you look way too hot right now to be crying over a guy."

*yn* followed Caroline's gaze to look around the room of warm bodies. Her eyes flitted over a few guys, her confidence sparking once more when she saw their eyes were already on her.

"You could have literally anyone you want in here."

She could have anyone she wanted, except for Damon. Almost as if she could read her mind, Caroline grabbed her hand.

"Ok, in my opinion you have two options right now." Caroline continued.

"You can go and tell Damon how you feel and let it out, or-" She paused as she raised the cup up to *yn*'s face. "You can get trashed with me and forget all about stupid boys."

*yn* raised a brow, not missing the hint of bitterness in Caroline's voice. It sounded a little bit too personal to just be about Damon. She decided to let it go however, as her eyes flickered down to the red solo cup and then back at Caroline.

"Make it a double."

Caroline's grin widened, "now you're sounding like my best friend."

*yn* watched as she eagerly poured extra into her cup, internally wincing at how free handed she was being with the liquor.

"To being hot and getting drunk." Caroline toasted once she'd handed *yn* her drink.

"To being hot and getting drunk." *yn* echoed, clinking their cups together before pressing it to her lips. She winced as the liquor burned her throat. She definitely had not missed that feeling.

"Ugh, speak of the devil."

*yn* followed Caroline's gaze behind her shoulder. She twisted around to see Elena and Damon making their way down the stairs.

Damon was dressed in black jeans and a blue button down with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. He looked annoyingly hot, as usual.

The pair hadn't spotted them yet as Caroline and *yn* made their way through the crowd towards them.

"Happy birthday!" Her and Caroline chorused as they reached them.

"You look amazing." *yn* grinned as she pulled her other best friend in for a tight hug.

"Thank you, so do you. The red is hot." Elena chuckled as they pulled away from each other.

*yn* could feel Damon's eyes on her but kept her focus on Elena.

"You like?" Caroline asked her, gesturing to the party around them.

"I-" Elena cut herself off as she glanced around the room. "This is keeping it small?"

Caroline didn't answer her, instead shooting her an innocent smile.

Elena couldn't fight the grin spreading across her lips as she let out a dramatic and defeated huff, "what are we drinking?"

Caroline giggled and gripped Elena's arm and tugged her towards the drinks table.

*yn* watched them go, feeling Damon's eyes still on her. Caroline's words echoed in her head. She was right. Just because she had feelings doesn't mean she had to act weird or let it get to her. He was still her friend, first and foremost. There was no reason to change how she was around him.

She took a breath and made sure her face was the perfect picture of normalcy before turning around to meet his gaze.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself." He answered, his eyes dragging down her front before flicking up to her face.

"Nice dress."

"Thanks, I had help picking it out."

A smirk twitched up onto his lips. "Well, they've got excellent taste. They're a good friend."

Friend. The word stung more than it usually did.

She forced a smile onto her lips, "that they are."

"*yn*! Get over here we're doing birthday shots!" Elena called out to her.

*yn* glanced over her shoulder and nodded before looking back up at Damon.

"Sorry, duty calls." She shrugged innocently.

"Please." He gestured for her to go. It was then that she noticed the bottle of bourbon in his hand. "Don't let me stop you."

She shot him one last grin before making her way towards Elena and Caroline.

Damon's eyes followed her the whole way there.

"I am every parents worst nightmare." Alaric sighed. "I am the chaperone teacher from hell."

"I love high school parties." Damon grinned as he jumped up onto the ledge.

"Isn't Andie supposed to be coming?"

"10 o'clock broadcast, she'll be here in a little bit."

"Uh huh." Ric remarked as he took a deep drink. Damon's brow furrowed as he glanced up from his glass.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"What is what supposed to mean?"

"That little face you just made. Something wrong with Andie?"

"With your fake compelled girlfriend? No not at all." Ric drawled sarcastically.

"Hey it's a complicated dynamic ok."

"Or it's a distraction."

Damon's eyes narrowed even further. "Distraction from what exactly Ric?"

"Hey Mr Saltzman!" A loud voice prevented Ric from answering.

They both glanced up to see a tall, muscular guy approaching them through the door that led into the party. He was wearing a Mystic Falls High varsity jacket.

Damon frowned when he saw a flash of red behind him. He froze mid sip when he saw that flash of red belonged to *yn*'s dress.

"Jake." Alaric nodded in greeting.

Jake came to a stand still in front of them, a wide grin on his face. "*yn* told me you were chaperoning."

Then all eyes were on *yn*, who was now standing beside him. Jake's arm wrapped around her shoulders to pull her against him.

Damon felt something twist inside him.

"Had to see it for myself."

"Here I am." Alaric chuckled awkwardly.

"See I told you!" She giggled as she swayed against him. Her eyes were glassy and cheeks were flushed. A bottle in her hand.

"Badass Mr Saltzman." Jake complimented. It was then that his eyes landed on Damon. Confusion flashed across his features as he tried to place him.

"Oh Jake this is my friend." *yn* introduced, "Damon Salvatore."

Friend. It was what he was to her, the correct title to describe their relationship. But tonight, in front of this guy, it prodded something inside him. Unfurling inside him like a wasp injecting its barbed stinger into his veins.

"Salvatore... oh shit so you own this place?" Jake's eyes lit up in recognition.

"Home sweet home." Damon remarked, unable to hide the annoyance in his voice as he took a deep sip of his bourbon.

"It's dope. Sickest party location for sure." Jake complimented.

"Oi Masters!"

The group turned around to see another boy standing at the precipice of the home. "We're about to start another round, get your ass in here!"

"Beer pong." Jake explained to the group. "I'm the reigning champion." He boasted proudly. Damon rolled his eyes when Jake glanced down at *yn* for a reaction who giggled and patted his chest.

"I didn't realise we were in the presence of such a high performance athlete." He remarked earning a snort from Ric.

The liquor swishing around in Jake's stomach seemed to hinder his ability to pick up on Damon's sarcasm as he looked up and shot him another grin.

"Alright, it was nice meeting you Damon. See you in school Mr Saltzman."

Ric tilted his head in acknowledgement and Damon simply shot him a tight lipped smile.

"See you guys later." *yn* waved before bursting into a fit of giggles as Jake eagerly pulled her back inside.

Damon glanced down. His grip on his glass tightened. Jake's hand was entwined with hers.

Ric glanced between the disappearing couple and Damon.

"Careful buddy, you might break that glass."

"I hate high school jocks." Was all Damon responded with as he drained his drink and immediately reached for the bottle.

"What's his deal anyway?"

"Who? Jake Masters?" Alaric queried. He let out a scoff when Damon inclined his head.

"Uh I don't know, he's the captain of the waterpolo team. Not the greatest at history, thinks he's gods gift to women, the usual." Alaric shrugged.

Damon hummed in response. He swirled his drink in his hand absentmindedly as his eyes fixed on the doorway that *yn* and Jake had disappeared through.

"What time is Andie getting here again?" Ric asked him.

"Damon." Ric repeated after a few moments.

"What?"

Ric tried to hide his amused smirk as he studied his friend. "I said what time is Andie getting here again?"

"Oh uh-" Damon's eyes shifted back to the doorway. "11 or something." He spoke dismissively.

Almost as if they had a mind of his own, his legs pulled him up onto his feet. Unable to fight the pull to head inside anymore, he slammed his glass down. "I'm just going to go grab another drink."

Ric raised a brow and glanced at the nearly full bottle of bourbon placed between them. He smirked in amusement.

"You do that buddy."

"Oops sorry!"

Damon glared as another drunk teenager fumbled into him. He pressed the bottle to his lips and tilted his head back. His brow furrowed when the taste of bourbon didn't reach his tastebuds.

He glanced down and cursed under his breath when he saw it was empty. He tossed it to the ground before promptly plucking another bottle out of the hands of a girl passing him who looked like she was about to puke.

"No no, trust me you don't want this." He stared into her eyes, "you want to go outside and puke your guts out on the grass, not on my expensive leather couch."

He rolled his eyes as she nodded numbly and walked past him. He pressed his body against the wooden support beam, his eyes drifting over the unfamiliar faces.

"If you're looking for *yn*, I last saw her in the stoner den."

He glanced to his left to see Elena standing beside him.

"I wasn't. But thanks for the update." He answered as he pressed the new bottle to his lips.

Elena didn't need to know that he'd spent the last twenty minutes trying to find her and had now given up and decided to sulk in the corner.

"Whatever you say."

His eyes narrowed as he glared down at her. She met his gaze with an innocent smile. He resisted the urge to ask her what she meant by that, because a part of him knew exactly what she was hinting at - which had been exactly what Ric had been hinting at - and that was a conversation he wasn't exactly ready to face.

"Have fun sulking." She patted his shoulder and disappeared into the crowd. He watched her go as he took another gulp. What had started out as a fun night was quickly becoming a chore.

He stiffened when his ears detected a laugh that he knew like the back of his hand. Sure enough, it wasn't long until his eyes fell on *yn*.

He clenched his jaw when he saw that she was following after Jake Masters. He was still holding her hand, and was now leading her towards the centre of the room where a dance floor had formed.

Jake turned to *yn* and leant down, whispering in her ear as he encircled his arms around her waist. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck as the two began to move to the heavy bass.

As Jake moved, a vein in his neck pulsed out. Damon felt the veins stir under his eyes. All he needed was to sink his teeth into that vein and he could rip his head clean-

"Hasn't anyone ever taught you it's rude to stare?"

Damon ripped his eyes away from the couple, turning his steely gaze to Caroline.

"What do you want blondie." He muttered as he turned his attention back to the dance floor.

"Nothing. Just here to remind you that you are in front of hundreds of people so now is not really the time to get your dracula on."

He rolled his eyes, "I'm fine."

"Really? Because to me it looks like you're about to go rip Jake Masters head off."

Damon's gums ached at he mention of his name.

"Don't you have other things to be worried about blondie?" He sneered.

"Not really."

"Not even your little wolf boy getting it on with a leggier version of you over there?"

Caroline followed his gaze to see Tyler and none other than slutty Sophie of all people grinding on each other in the middle of the room. Caroline ground her teeth and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Doesn't bother me." Her voice raised an octave.

"You sure about that? I think that bottle is suffocating." Caroline glanced down and huffed as she loosened the grip on the wine bottle.

"This isn't about me." Caroline hissed as she turned to face him.

"This is about you admitting that seeing Jake and *yn* together is driving you crazy."

"Why would it?"

"Uh gee Damon, I don't know let me think, maybe because you have feelings for her?"

Her words were like a slap in the face. It was the first time anyone had said it out loud. Had dared to voice what they had all been thinking. All of a sudden it felt very real. Very much a possibility that Damon did indeed have feelings for his friend. He felt like the room was closing in on him.

Damon shook his head and forced a chuckle out past his lips, "sorry blondie, but you don't know what you're talking about."

"Really?" She raised her brow, "so that doesn't bother you in the slightest?"

He turned his head and his eyes found *yn*'s figure instantly. His jaw clenched and he pursed his lips.

She had turned around to press her back against Jake's. His hands were roaming her side, brushing the red fabric higher up her thighs. He was placing kisses along her neck and muttering into her ear which was making her giggle.

That single wasp inside him had now spawned into a hive, stinging him from the inside out. Right then and there, he could have ripped the heads off every single person in this room. Tear them limb from limb. Anything to get rid of this sick feeling in his stomach.

A feeling he hadn't felt in a long time, perhaps ever.

A feeling you most definitely did not have towards a friend.

"Oh is that Jake Masters with *yn*?" Elena had reappeared beside him.

"Good for her, he's so hot-"

Damon didn't hear anything else after that, because in that moment Jake had leant in and whispered into her ear once more.

"What do you say we go find somewhere quieter to talk?"

His pulse was ringing in his ears, Jake's smarmy voice slithering around in his head. His legs had moved before he had even decided to. Making a beeline for *yn*.

He had no idea what his plan was. All he knew was that if he didn't get her away from his guy, he was going to murder someone. Jealousy had never agreed with him. It made him even uglier than usual.

"I need to talk to you."

*yn* twisted around in Jake's arms, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Damon standing in front of her.

"I'm a little busy."

Damon glared at Jake behind her before his eyes flickered down to her.

"It's important."

"I'm sure it can wait." She shot back.

Jake glanced between them, his brow furrowing as he tried to understand what was going on.

"Jake-" Damon began as he locked eyes with the teenager. "Why don't you go do us proud and win another beer pong championship." He cocked his head and grinned, "and don't come back."

Jake's eyes clouded over momentarily, before he blinked and his eyes focused on *yn*.

"Will do!" Jake grinned.

"Damon!" *yn* protested. It was futile as Jake's hands slipped from around her waist. They watched as he marched towards the kitchen with a determined pace.

"What the hell." She growled as she glared up at him. "I was having fun."

"Of course you were, who wouldn't be with the reigning beer pong champion of Mystic Falls." Damon drawled as he gripped her elbow and dragged her through the crowd.

"I wasn't planning on marrying the guy." She snapped back as he led her up the stairs. "He's hot, it's a party. You do the math."

He gritted his teeth at her answer as he guided her into his bedroom.

"You're drunk."

She huffed as she stormed into the centre of the room.

He shut the door. The noise from the party underneath them was immediately dampened. Now only a dull roar, background noise that occasionally seeped in through the floorboards.

"I don't want you making a decision you'll regret tomorrow."

She inhaled sharply before swivelling around to face him. Her fists clenched at her sides.

"That's not your decision to make."

"You're right. It's not." He nodded as he stalked towards her, "but I'm the one who's going to have to pick up the pieces if you get hurt."

She let out a bark of laughter. "Get hurt? I was dancing with him not running off to get eloped."

"Well we all know where it was heading."

Her eyes narrowed at his response.

"Last time I checked you're my friend, not my parent."

Friend. There it was again. That one little noun that was causing so much heartache. So much turmoil inside him.

*yn* knew she should leave it at that. But anger and liquor never mixed well inside her. And she was hurt and confused. All she had wanted to do was distract herself from him and her feelings, yet now it seemed like she couldn't escape him.

Now she felt like she was going crazy because if she didn't know any better, she could have sworn he was jealous.

"Don't you have anything better to do? Isn't your girlfriend supposed to be here?"

Damon didn't miss the way her lips almost curled into a sneer as they formed the word.

"She's working late."

His answer made her stomach drop. Of course they were still together. How stupid could she be to even let herself think for one moment that they might have broken up, that he might-

"Right." She nodded. "Well, I appreciate the whole friend intervention thing or whatever this is." She gestured to him as she took a few steps forward. "But I'm going back to the party."

She had made it all the way past him when she felt his hand curl around her forearm, rooting her in place.

"You seem to be really enjoying using the word 'friend' tonight."

Silence fell over the pair. Her eyes fluttered shut as she inhaled shakily. She opened her eyes once more and stared at the closed door. She could feel Damon's eyes burning holes in the back of her head.

His hand was yet to leave her bare arm.

"Well that's what you are."

She remembered Caroline's words as she tried to control her nerves. She exhaled as she tried to calm her beating heart as she turned to face him.

"Right?"

She kept her gaze defiant and determined as they locked eyes. He searched her eyes, seemingly looking for something in particular.

"I don't know." He began as he took a step toward her.

His ring band was burning into her skin. Her heart hammered.

"Do friends get the urge to rip the heads off arrogant jocks who touch their other friends?"

*yn* swallowed as she held his gaze. Her mind was going at a million miles an hour. She could barely process what was happening.

"Do friends feel physically ill when they hear the word friend being used to describe their relationship?"

Another step forward. His piercing green eyes flickered down to her lips and then back to her eyes.

"Damon-"

She cut herself off as Damon's hand cradled the side of her face. His teeth captured his bottom lip as his eyes once again fell to her mouth. The pad of his thumb glided over her bottom lip.

"I don't think I want to be your friend anymore *yn*." He murmured, his voice causing goosebumps to rise on the back of her neck.

"In fact, I don't think I've hated the word as much as I do right now." He whispered as he pressed his forehead against hers.

The alcohol running through her veins was clouding her reasoning, not even giving her a chance to think about Andie or Jake, or what the implications of this in the morning would be.

But in that moment, she didn't care. All she could think about was the smell of his cologne invading her senses and the feeling of his fingers running along her hot skin. About how desperate she was to have his mouth on hers.

All it took was the slightest tilt of *yn*'s chin to connect their lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as he finally let go of her arm to bring his other hand up to her cheek, cupping her face in his hands.

Their lips moved in sync as she pressed herself against him, nearly letting out a moan at the feeling. Her hands threaded themselves through his hair as he moved one hand to ensnare her waist. His hand travelled down just as she-

"They're kissing!" The muffled voice on the other side of the door made them pull apart in surprise. She glanced over her shoulder.

"Caroline?" *yn* asked as Damon ran a hand over her lower back. Damon nodded.

"And Elena."

*yn* let out a breathy laugh as she turned back to look up at him.

"Moment ruined?" He asked, a rare smile spreading across his lips as he studied her.

"Kinda." She grinned back as she leant up to capture his lips in another kiss.

They pulled apart after a few moments, pressing their foreheads together as they caught their breaths.

"I have to say *yln*." Damon murmured, a smirk twisting up onto his lips.

"I love not being your friend."

I love this fic, it's been so long since I've just done a stand alone fic!!! As always, feedback is always appreciated. Please give it back here x

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goofygecko · 8 months

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Through The Window

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Part 1

Masterlist

Summary—

Maybe you should've thought about wearing that skirt before you left for work.

Warnings

PinV, desk sex, slut-shamimg, breeding kink, daycryphilia, possibly small suit kink, spanking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, boss/employee, older man/younger woman, hair-pulling, face pulling (not a ton though), commando, no prep

William couldn't get that image of you out of his mind, or the sound of his name on your tongue. He would have you today, and he'd make sure of it.

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You joyfully walk into the pizzeria, inhaling the smell of cheap pizza and dust. (Which your senses have tricked you into thinking the smell was pleasant due to having to smell it everyday.) The family friendly restaurant had been your closest thing to an escape from reality for a long while.

"Someone seems excited today." William teases as you walk by him, his voice making you spin around completely.

"Oh, yeah, just have a feeling it's gonna be a good day!" You smile at him before looking at him again, "Y'know?" You add awkwardly.

"Mmmhm.." The man hums before looking you up and down, observing your short skirt.

"That skirt isn't very appropriate for a children's establishment, y'know." He mocks your poor vocabulary.

"Oh! Sorry, I can go back and change into something else, if that's fine with you." You chuckle nervously as you point to the door, speaking with your hands.

"That won't be necessary." William grunts, shifting his position to hide the growing tent in his pants, "Come to my office in 10." He commands before walking away from you.

As soon as William walks away you feel like you've been shattered into a million pieces. Usually, being called to his office meant being demoted or even fired. You must have fucked up somehow.

Solemnly, you make your way to Afton's office. Only stopping to look up occasionally until you got to his door, not even needing to knock as the door swung open infront of you.

"Oh. Hello, dear, I was just about to start looking for you, come in."

"Hi, Mr.Afton.."

"Awh, dear, what happened to your cheerful mood?" William asks with fake sympathy.

You shrug.

"Well, darling, that isn't much of an answer. Now is it?" William teases.

"No..." Replying quietly, you look up at him. Fuck, is he hot.

He chuckles at your scared expression. Honestly, you probably would do anything he tells you to do.

You hear a click.

"Now, dear, I want you to take off that slutty little skirt for me."

"Excuse me...?"

"You heard me, dear. Take. It. Off." He demands.

Fuck, this is embarrassing.

"Yessir.." You reply sheepishly, slipping the skirt off before realizing you'd forgotten a key piece of fabric.

"No panties? How dirty of you, dear." Afton chuckles at your bare hips before biting his lip, feeling the tent in his pants practically suffocating his dick.

You gulp, "I-I'm sorry, Mr.Afton.. I forgot I—"

"Lies won't get you anywhere, slut."

You laugh awkwardly.

"It's not a lie, Mr.Af-"

"Oh, please. I'm no fool, dear. If anything, I'd say you were planning on this happening, that's why you wore such a small skirt."

You gulp as you stand fully, skirt around your ankles as cold air bites at your ass. William walks behind you, groping and palming at you exposed skin.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this? You little cock-tease.." He groans as he nudges you forward until you are within contact of the cold, hard, wooden desk in the middle of the room.

You can feel his cock poking at you through his slacks as you lean forward slightly.

"Mmh, what a pathetic girl.." He mumbles as he places a hand on your back, bending you over the desk fully.

"'m not patheti—"

Slap.

"Don't argue with me, slut." He talks down to you as he lands another slap on your ass causing you to gasp and grip onto the desk.

"Ok! O-Ok! 'm sorry, Mr.Afton! 'm sorry!" You sobbed, the sting left from his hand vibrating through your entire body in waves of pain. Surely, you'd be struggling to sit down by tomorrow with how hard he was striking your bottom.

After a few more slaps, his spanking finally ceased. Leaving your ass a bright red and your cheeks soaked with clear lines of tears.

A faint zipper sound came from behind you along with cloth rustling.

"Now, do you think that you'll need my fingers to help you take me?" He teased. You shook your head hesitantly, not wanting to anger the man who currently had his cock on your sopping cunt.

"Mmh.. good." He mumbled as he slowly slid into you, grunting at how tight you were.

You yelped in pain, not expecting the stretch of his entrance to hurt as much as it had. Tears pricked at your eyes as you struggled to stay still.

"M-Mr.Afton..! It hurts! Please one secon—"

"No. You are going to fucking take it, you cock-tease. Do you know what you do to me? I can't keep my fucking eyes off you." He growled in your ear as he bottomed out causing you to let out a loud moan as his tip kissed your cervix. He stayed still for a moment to compose himself before roughly fucking into you from behind, the loud slapping emitted from between the two of you filled the room with the slick sounds of your cunt.

"Your moans sound so pathetic, dear. Ah- Mr.Afton-!" He mocked you before sticking two of his fingers into your mouth, pulling the corner of you mouth to stop you from stifling any of your pathetic moans.

"Mphftr Aphton!" You moaned incoherently, unable to properly form words with him holding your mouth open.

"Awh, what's wrong? Poor baby can't talk?" He teased before speeding up his pace, constantly assaulting your tight hole.

You nod before her pulls his fingers out of your mouth to tangle them in your hair, pulling your head back.

"Mr.Afton! 'm gonna cum-!" He stopped his pace suddenly.

"You're funny, dear. No, you aren't going to cum until I fucking say you can." William chuckles maniacally above you before resuming his violent pace.

He yanked your hair back as he pulled out a polaroid camera, taking a photo of your defenseless, pathetic form before chuckling loudly and fucking into you harder.

"Fuck, this is going on my wall, doll. You like the sound of that? Hm? You're clenching around me." You whined loudly as your eyes rolled back into your skull in pleasure.

"Please, Mr.Afton! P-Please let me cum, I've been a g-good girl! Please, please, please!" You beg desperately as you moved your hips in time with his.

"Fuck, fine" He groaned, "Cum for me, slut."

You're body convulsed as your liquids oozed around him, coating his cock in your slick liquid.

Noticing that he didn't stop his pace after you came you quickly went into overstimulation, "M-Mr.Afton-! Wait 's too much! It hurts!"

"Aw, does it? Well that's too fucking bad. I'm going to keep fucking you until you are properly bred and bulging with my seed."

Tears fell from your eyes as his pace grew sloppy and and began to falter.

"Shit, I'm going to cu—" Afton interrupts himself with a loud groan as you feel his cum filling your pussy, painting your walls white.

He slowly pulls out before lightly slapping your ass.

"Get your skirt on and go back to work, dear."

A/N: I got really lazy at the end so the ending isn't too good. 😭

#william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf william afton #fnaf smut #william afton #william afton x you #william afton/reader

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bettysupremacy · 6 months

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I’m in love with your version of peter already!!!

I would love if you could write maybe r hurting her knees and him kneeling to patch her up. maybe r not having the best experience with people touching her but trusting him:))

I hope you are having a good day/week/month!! and absolutely no pressure to write this

I was literally otp with @formulafics when I found this in my inbox and so excited. So cute!! Thank you for the request!

“It hurts.” You whimper pathetically. Peter watches the way you flinch at his fingers sorrowful.

You sit on the bathroom counter of his small apartment, scraped and bruised from a fall outside the spinning doors. You hadn’t seen the skateboard swish past you, and the owner hadn’t turned his head to check if you were okay. His doorman helped you up, embarrassingly, but Peter seemed to have been down the stairs before you could step off the lobby rug. He leans over you know, hands on the counter, head down inspecting the bloody skin.

“Can I touch it?” He murmurs, looking up at you. You stare at him. “I just want to help.”

Your eyes are puffy, a sight from crying, and your nose aches from the way you rub it. You’re sure it’s not the prettiest sight he’s ever seen, and a small rumble of embarrassment vibrates in your belly. You nod anyways.

“Are you sure?” He pushes. You know he wants verbal consent.

“Uh uh.” You frown, tapping your fingers against your knee. “You can.”

“Ok.”

He bends down onto his knees, eye level with the aching scrapes you adorn. Peter sucks his teeth sharply. “This look like it hurts.”

“It does.” You whisper, and Peter feels stupid for the basic observation.

“Can I clean it?” He looks up at you. “It might sting a little.” He’s honest with you. “But it’ll make them feel better.”

You nod, suddenly embarrassed for the show of emotions, feeling little under his stare like a hurt child.

“I’m not trying to embarrass you.” He frowns, like he can read your mind. Suddenly, he laughs like he knows he’s startled you, groaning as he pushes to stand again.

Peter’s got problems with his knees, they ache and creek like an old man’s, but you don’t know what’s could’ve caused that so early in the boys life. They pop as he fully straightens them and he smiles at you, laughing a quiet “Felt good.”

You swallow a smile at his goofy expression.

“Yeah, you can clean them.” You reiterate out loud.

“Perfect.” He beams at you, dancing out the bathroom to earn your smile. He yells from the other room. “Doctor Parker’s over here!”

You wipe your nose quickly before he shows back up. “You didn’t go to med school!”

You hear his disgruntled scoff from the hallway.

Popping back in the bathroom he delights in your laugh. He pulls his hand from his back like a magician, letting tissue float down over his fingers. “A tissue for the lady.”

“Thank you.” Your small laugh is watery as you take the tissue, dabbing your wet cheeks.

“Don’t mention it.” He quips, dropping back down onto his knees to inspect your knees.

“You can’t keep putting so much pressure on your knees like that.” You murmur.

“I always bounce back.” He smiles. “Let’s see” He glances up at you. “Can I?”

You nod, letting him take the back of your knee into his warm hand. The antiseptic burns, something Peter is very apologetic for, and the bandaid tingles, but you’re happy with the light touches Peter graces your leg.

“All done.” He jumps up, using the hands you give him as leverage. “All better?”

“All better.”

“Are you sure?” He drawls with a smile shining towards you. His fingers wiggle towards your stomach teasingly. “Don't lie to me, baby.”

“I’m not.” You giggle, shoving your fingers in his.

“Okay.” He grins. “You better not be fibbing.”

You laugh out loudly. “I’m not.”

“I’m not.” He mimics, pushing away the hands that his him to kiss your lips. His hands work their way down to hold your waist, bracing you to jump off the counter. “Ready for blastoff?”

Your hands cup over his. “Shut up.”

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wil-dearest · 6 months

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Anonymous asked: ok 🫣🫣 reader reading a * spicy * book and wilbur seeing them…. hehe

Mhm mhm, i see your point. Enjoy

trigger warning: the book you are reading has explicit smut in it and well its a little filthy at the end. but 18+.

brought to you by wil-dearest, may i present absolute horseshit

Kiss the Cook

In your defense, the book had been gifted to you by an older cousin who gave you a sly wink, telling you to enjoy. Your love for reading wasn't private information and had this been any other occasion and not your birthday, you most likely would've never read it. (Somehow, your relatives never get what you like. So they sit on a bookshelf as they collect dust and you sit on the idea of donating them.) And also because your cousin texted you saying the main lead was your type. And so if he was?

Here we are, three months after your birthday and you're sitting on at the dining table, reading. Your boyfriend, Wilbur, had been sweet enough that he wanted to make dinner by himself. And with the free time that's been so generously given, you give the book a shot.

Big mistake, after the first two chapters, it gets steamy.

Her head tipped back, with Jeremy's mouth teasing her skin, every touch and every bite he leaves spins her vision. "You understand now, what you do to me is torture." Even his voice, vibrating against the column of her throat, her mouth parts with a gasp. She does understand now.

She can't focus clearly but with the way his hands burn as they grip her thighs, wrapping them around his waist and his cock bumping against her entrance, it's as if her nerves had been lit on fire. The first push drives her nails into his skin and he smooths her hair down, hardly biting his moans back. "Ever since I met you," he gasps, interrupting himself as his hips twitch, "I couldn't get you out of my head. You consumed my being, every waking second." Maybe it'd been the wine, maybe it'd been the careless flirting because why would it ever be more than flirting remarks, it doesn't matter. All Nikki knows right now is how good it feels with him inside her.

You had to put the book down for a moment and cover your face, giggling a little bit to yourself. What the fuck had that been? You peek through fingers and eye the book, biting down on a bottom lip. You'll continue, you decided. Picking up the book, though, Wilbur came out to greet you, his hair a little run-through, like he was pulling the edges again. "How's the book?" He asks, smiling as he leaned in for a quick kiss. Your eyes closed as you hummed, not at all hiding your blush and your smile.

"It's not what I thought it was going to be." You answer, not at all wanting to admit that you just found out the book you're reading leans more into the erotic genre.

"Different?" He asks, his hand coming up and cupping the back of your head as he kissed your cheek. You nod. "And not a bad different?" He kisses your other cheek, drinking up your soft laughter. "Good, then you know where to find me," he pulls back, smiling at you. His thumb comes up to graze your cheek, where he kissed it. He kisses you one last time before heading back inside the kitchen.

You sigh dreamily, wondering how you ever managed to charm him with your tendencies to be a hermit. It cannot be helped, you'll just have to accept you've accidentally cursed him or something. Moving on from real life romance, you turn your eyes back down to the inconspicuous novel. It couldn't hurt to read a little more.

About thirty minutes later, Wilbur decides he's taken long enough and serves two bowls, taking the steaming meals and finding you so engrossed into the novel, you hadn't even noticed him. Now he's not one to be jealous of a book, but just how good can it be when it wasn't your taste? (Yes, he'd been privy to that lovely rant with relatives and their gifting habits.)

He comes around and he had to double-check his eyes were working before he came to terms with the truth. You've been reading erotica.

He starts to mumble the words, "Nikki sobs as she tries to clenches her thighs," you gasp, your head looks over your shoulder, unable to move too much to avoid hitting his head, "overwhelmed by the constant pleasure. His tongue was simply too much, circling her clit and sucking on it before moving the two fingers inside of her again-" you drop the book, covering his mouth even as he tries to read it still, and you had little doubt you look flustered beyond all reason.

"What are you doing!?" You shriek, turning in your seat as you hid your face in his neck, trying to strangle and simultaneously hug him. His laughter is a deep vibration that tickles you while you held onto him, your own nerves lit on fire as his arms circle around your waist.

"Well I came to tell you dinner was ready," he nods to the steaming bowls and then his teasing eyes turned back to you and you dive your head back into his collarbones, "but you didn't even see me. I could see why now."

"Hush." Your voice comes out muffled and you do nothing to make yourself clearer.

"Dinner could always wait and we can recreate the scene in your book." He says pulling away from you and before you can say anything, he's dropped to his knees, his hair falling into his big eyes that stare into you as he nudges his face between your legs. You could hardly breathe with how he gets so close to your crotch, how his smile widens when he kisses your thigh and grips the other one with his- his fingers and you curse yourself for being so sensitive because all you want to do is moan his name. You cover your mouth even when he licks a stripe down the crotch of your jeans. You feel yourself trembling.

"Actually," he says, getting up a dizzying fashion, "I'll make sure to get dessert after dinner." His smile is downright predatory. How are you supposed to eat after all that?

#spencer writes #wilbur soot smut #gender neutral reader

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soyeonsbabygirl · 4 months

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Truth or Kiss

G!P Song Yuqi x Reader

“Are you ok?” Yuqi asked. You had been staring at her for a while. You and the other members have decided to throw a party to celebrate the release of your latest album ‘I NEVER DIE’. You nodded as you smiled at her slightly. You were the closest to Yuqi which eventually lead to you gaining feelings for her.

Yuqi playfully nudged you as she sat you down next to her. “Well since you picked truth and my question was who you have a crush on, well I know you have a crush on Soojin or Miyeon!” Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she spoke. You sighed shaking your head “I don’t have a crush on her.”

She laughed not buying what you were saying “Oh, come on! We all know you've got a soft spot for Soojin. And as for Miyeon, well, it’s Miyeon.” You shook your head again “Trust me unnie, the person I have a crush on…well she’s beautiful but…I don’t know..” your voice trailed off as Yuqi scooted closer to you.

“Oh really?” Her eyes twinkled with curiosity “Is it Minnie? She's got such an amazing voice and an incredible stage presence. ” You mentally were cursing yourself wondering how anyone could be this oblivious. You shook your head scooting closer to her.

"Well then who is it?" Her tone was teasing as she leaned in closer to you, clearly enjoying the suspense. You glanced at her lips mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to do. Yuqi’s heart raced, wondering if she'd guessed correctly or if there was someone else entirely "Fine, fine. I'll take a guess. Is it... Soyeon?" Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. You shook your head and before she could make another guess you kissed her.

Yuqi’s eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly melted into the kiss. Her hands found their way to your shoulders as she deepened the kiss, her lips soft and warm against yours. As the kiss continued, Yuqi's tongue gently teased the edge of your lips, begging for entry. She leaned into you, her body flush against yours. This was exactly what she'd been waiting for.

She had also had a crush on you for a while but had thought you had a thing for the other members. You parted your lips as climbing into her lap, not breaking the kiss. Your body felt so right against hers, and Yuqi wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer. It was obvious, she couldn't get enough of this kiss. You pulled away looking her in her eyes “I like you….Yuqi.”

Yuqi’s heart skipped a beat as you confessed your feelings. A soft blush crept across her cheeks, and she bit her lower lip nervously. "I... I like you too, Y/N." She leaned in again, your lips meeting in a slow, passionate kiss. You moaned against her lips making Yuqi smirk. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer. She couldn't get enough of this kiss, it was like she was melting into you. Your soft moans vibrated against her lips sending shivers down Yuqi's spine.

She deepened the kiss, her tongue dancing playfully with yours. You pulled away from her feeling breathless from the kiss“upstairs?..” Yuqi nodded, her eyes still locked onto yours. "Yes, let's go upstairs." She slid you off her lap and the couch. She took your hand, leading you upstairs to her room.

When you both got to her room her eyes sparkled with desire her finger lightly tracing your lips. “I want you.” She whispered still eyeing your lips. Your voice was barely a whisper as you responded with a please. This made Yuqi's heart skipped a beat at the sound of your voice, so soft yet filled with need. She couldn't resist any longer; she leaned in and captured your lips once more. This time, the kiss was more passionate, more hungry.

You whimpered against her lips. Feeling the response in your whimper, Yuqi deepened the kiss, her tongue gently exploring your mouth. Her hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to her. The room seemed to spin around them as they lost themselves in this intense connection. “Mmm... you feel so good," Yuqi moaned softly against your lips.

She broke the kiss for a moment, looking into your eyes with a mix of lust and affection. "Lie back," she commanded, her voice husky with desire. You listened as you laid in your back on the bed. With a soft smile, Yuqi leaned in again, this time trailing kisses down your jawline to your neck. Her hands roamed over your body, tracing every curve and dip in the skin.

You let out soft sighs as you felt her kiss your jawline and neck along with her hands roaming your body. Hearing your soft sighs, Yuqi's heart raced even faster. Her kisses became more insistent, her hands digging gently into your skin, leaving trails of desire. "Mine," she whispered against your skin, "you belong to me.” You continued to let out soft sighs, you felt her take your shirt off as her kisses trailed down your tummy.

As Yuqi's lips trailed lower, she reveled in the softness of your skin beneath her touch. Her tongue flicked out to trace patterns on your stomach, sending shivers down your spine. "You are so beautiful,” she mumbled against your skin. “Mm~…Yuqi..” she giggled slightly at you moaning her name. “So responsive," Yuqi murmured against your skin.

She kissed her way back up to your chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses in her wake. "Do you like that, baby?” You nodded making her smile. “Good," Yuqi purred, her voice vibrating against your skin. With a mischievous grin, she reached down and tugged gently at your pants. "May I?" she asked, her eyes full of desire.

You nodded desperately wanting her to remove your clothes. “Mmm, you're so eager," Yuqi teased as she undid your pants and slid them down your legs. She tossed them aside and then straddled your waist, trapping you beneath her. "Now it's my turn,” you felt her hard on poking your thigh making you bite your lip.

“I need you.” “What do you need, pretty?” Yuqi's voice was low and husky as she leaned in closer to your face. “I..I need you…need your dick…please…” You squirmed slightly as you said this. Her heart raced at your words. Yuqi leaned down and pressed their lips together, her tongue dancing against yours in a sensual duel.

As their kiss deepened, she slid her hand between your legs, her fingers brushing against your sensitive folds. "Tell me more,” You let out soft moans from this. Her fingers teased at the entrance to your body, circling and tracing patterns that sent shivers down your spine. “Mm~…stop teasing..” you breathed out "tell me what you want," Yuqi urged, her voice dripping with seductive tone.

With one hand still exploring your body, she used the other to grasp the base of her shaft, stroking it teasingly against your inner thigh. You couldn’t help but mewl softly as you felt her shaft on my inner thigh “I want…you…to fuck me…” "As you wish, Y/N," Yuqi purred, her fingers finally penetrating you, stretching you gently.

As she felt your tightness, she groaned softly, her other hand moving to support your hips better. "Are you ready for me?” You nodded letting out shaky breaths. With a slow, deliberate pace, Yuqi began to thrust her fingers deeper into you. Her free hand found its way to your clit, rubbing it in small circles as she watched the pleasure play out across your face. "That's it," she whispered against your ear. You moaned loving the feeling of her fingers inside you.

Yuqi's fingers continued to thrust in and out of you, finding a rhythm that matched the pulse between your legs. Her free hand gently massaged your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You moaned even more obsessed with the feeling she was making you feel. You couldn’t hide your moans and mewls. "That's it," Yuqi purred, leaning in to capture your lips in a hot, needy kiss.

Her fingers moved faster inside you, seeking out that sweet spot that would send you over the edge. You moaned loudly back arching slightly as you orgasmed all on her fingers. Despite Feeling your body tense and shudder beneath her touch, Yuqi’s fingers never faltered. She continued to thrust and rub, milking every last drop of pleasure from your climax. “Yuqi!~” you moaned loudly.

As your orgasm subsided, Yuqi slowly pulled her fingers out of you, relishing the sensation of your walls gripping her fingers. "That was incredible," she murmured, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your inner thigh. You bit your lip getting an idea making Yuqi give you a curious look. “What's on your mind, Sweetie?" Yuqi asked curiously, her fingers still tracing patterns on your skin.

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your neck. “Can I….can I ride you…” You asked her feeling a rush of shyness making Yuqi laugh slightly. Yuqi leaned back, looking into your eyes. A smirk spread across her face as she nodded, "Sure, Baby, do whatever you want."

She rolled off you, holding your hand lightly and guiding you between her legs making you hover against her dick. "Just make sure you take it slow,” You closed your eyes as you lowered yourself onto her dick. It was way bigger than you had anticipated making moan you feeling the stretch. You hadn’t even gotten the full thing in yet here you were already moaning and whining.

Yuqi smirked as she held your hips. You looked so hot and felt so tight around her cock. Yuqi groaned as she leaned back, watching you take her. Her hand came to your back, rubbing gently up and down as you eased yourself down on her. "Take your time, Baby.” Once you managed to get all of her inside you, you held onto her shoulders breathing heavily.

Once you got used to having her inside you, Yuqi's hips jerked up as you completely took her inside. "Fuck," she breathed, her eyes darkening with lust. She pulled your hips back up, just enough to give herself a moment to adjust before slamming back into you. You let out a scream from how good it felt and the stinging sensation it made you feel at the same time.

Yuqi's eyes widened at the sound of your voice, a mix of pleasure and pain. Her hands found your hips, holding you steady as she began to move in short, powerful thrusts as you rode her. "Fuck, Baby, you feel so good,” she breathed out. You couldn’t speak, only moan as she thrusted into you. Her hands gripping your waist made you moan even more. "Do you like that, baby?" Yuqi asked breathlessly between thrusts.

Her hips rolled forward, hitting your sweet spot over and over again as she took you deeper. She leaned in closer, nipping at your earlobe teasingly. You felt her tip kiss your cervix making tears roll down your face. "Almost there, Baby," Yuqi purred, feeling you tighten around her cock. She slammed your hips down, positioning herself so that she could hit that spot again, making you cry out.

You screamed as you felt your orgasm strongly approaching. "Cum for me, Y/nnie," Yuqi whispered, feeling you shudder beneath her. And with that command, you did just that - your body trembling violently as you orgasm. Your eyes rolled back as you screamed coating her dick. Feeling you coat her dick from your orgasm, Yuqi let out a triumphant groan, as she felt herself about to cum.

"Fuck, baby," she panted, her voice filled with raw pleasure and satisfaction. It wasn’t long before you felt her seed unload into you making you moan even louder. As your moans filled the air, Yuqi continued to pump her seed into you, her body shuddering from the intense climax. She leaned down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, her essence mixing with yours.

You kissed her back still breathing heavily trying to come down from the high of it all. Yuqi wrapped her arms around you, holding you close as she savored the taste of your lips.

Her heart raced from the afterglow of their passionate encounter, and she couldn't help but smile against your lips. "That was incredible," she whispered between kisses. You giggled as you both cuddled til you both fell asleep.

This fic is kinda all over the place but I hope you guys like it , I love Yuqi!

#gidle #gidle thoughts #gidle smut #kpop gidle #idle smut #fem! reader #gidle yuqi #yuqi #yuqi smut #song yuqi #idle imagines #idle thoughts #idle #yuqi idle

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daddy-dins-girl · 6 months

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Playdate - Chapter Two

Playdate, back by popular demand babyyyyy! 😘😘😘. Thank you, my thirsty little mutuals for your love and support <3 Now let's go straight back to hell, shall we?

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Marcus Pike x f! Reader x Dave York

Word Count: 7k

Chapter Summary: Three weeks after your initial meeting with Dave York you meet again. This time however, without your husband (at his own insistence). Marcus wants you to feel free and unencumbered by his presence to explore your wants, needs and fantasies with Dave and you reluctantly agree to it - just this once.

Notes: OK Marcus does take a bit of a back seat in this chapter but not to worry, he'll be back full force in the next!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Cuckolding. Wife sharing. Dave York's mouth needs its own warning (and to be washed out with soap). Dirty Talk. Degradation. Daddy Kink. Praise Kink. Soft!Dave York (enjoy it while it lasts, it won't be long). Dom!Dave York. Oral sex (m and f receiving). Rough oral sex. Biting (just one lil bite). Frottage. Dave is spitting in your mouth again because it's Dave and that's his M.O.. Spanking (just a couple swats). Mention/brief discussion of anal sex. Breathplay. Unprotected P in V sex. Naked female/clothed male. Cockwarming. 'Cozy Boyfriend Vibes' Marcus also gets a warning because he'll make your heart grow three sizes. If I missed anything lmk!

Nervous anticipation thrums through your veins as Saturday evening is finally upon you. Marcus had texted Dave about a week ago regarding another “session” for the three of you and tonight was the settled upon date you’d all agreed on. It’s been three weeks since you last saw - and first met - Dave York. Your husband's business colleague turned… well, you weren’t sure what to call him now. Threesome partner, sort of? The man who, regardless of anything else, was surely responsible for the dramatic upturn yours and Marcus’ sex life had taken the last three weeks, that’s for certain. Ever since your single time with Dave, you and Marcus have been insatiable for each other. Not that you ever had much of a problem in that department to begin with, but recently you’ve dialed it up to eleven, not being able to keep off of each other.

You fucked in the shower, on the couch, the kitchen floor, and even one memorable Sunday morning with you sitting on top of the lid of the washing machine while it was running with Marcus standing between your legs drilling into you as your whole lower half shook and vibrated to the unrelenting rhythm of the spin cycle.

Still, as much as Marcus was keeping you satisfied (and he was) the thought of being with Dave again thrilled you. He was such a polar opposite to Marcus, whom you absolutely loved and adored, and you’re not saying that different is better. Different is just… different. Different excites you and opens up both yours and Marcus’ world to things that weren’t in it before and really, that was the goal of this whole thing to begin with.

You were so nervous at first while being with Dave with Marcus watching. As much as it excited you, you couldn’t help the little gnawing feeling in your gut that you could be hurting Marcus somehow or making him feel inadequate. He’d assured you enough that night that that wasn’t the case, but it was always playing at the back of your mind. The absolute last thing you want is to cause any kind of rift between you and Marcus. So when he had suggested a week later that you try it again you made sure to have several long discussions about it first to ensure that he really wanted this as much as you did because if he didn’t, you would be fine with cutting the whole thing off. Finally after a week of discussions you both agreed you wanted to involve Dave again and Marcus had started up a group text conversation between the three of you. So far it had just been Marcus and Dave texting back and forth a couple times, deciding on a date and that was it. You were nervous about sending any messages to Dave yourself, at least for now, so you let everything go through Marcus, though you were glad he tried to include you by inviting you to the conversation.

Tonight would be different though. So different from last time and as if you weren’t already nervous, now your anxiety is ten-fold after what Marcus had recently suggested to you. He told you that he thinks you should have one night just with Dave by yourselves. He could tell how into it you were last time but he felt that you were constantly holding back and feeling nervous about how he was feeling and he didn’t want that. He wanted you to be free to explore what you wanted to explore and then next time Marcus would be back in the mix and hopefully not only learn first hand what you liked, but get some tips and tricks from Dave along the way. You argued a bit with Marcus at first, telling him that wasn’t the deal and you wanted him part of it but he explained his side and assured you he would be okay with it and told you to take a couple days and really think it over and so this afternoon you had finally made your decision and decided to take him up on it. Just this once, you had insisted.

He hadn’t even told Dave about it yet because he wasn’t sure if you were going to agree to it or not until a couple of hours ago and now he was worried Dave might not even show up if Marcus changed the rules on him last minute so he decided to talk to Dave when he came over. If he wasn’t okay with it, then they’d go back to the original plan and Marcus would stay.

You drain your second glass of wine as your fingernails tap nervously on the counter until finally the doorbell rings and you and Marcus both turn to each other and share a glance.

“Right on time” Marcus shrugs, pushing back from his chair and heading to the front door. You decide to head straight upstairs and let them talk, because you don’t want to hear the conversation if it turns bad and Dave has no interest in you if Marcus isn’t directly benefiting from it, since that was the original arrangement.

A couple of minutes tick by and you sit nervously at the end of the bed until finally you hear footsteps approach and the door swings open, revealing both Marcus and Dave. You assume this means Marcus is staying and you’re not sure how to feel about it. Part of you is glad, you want him here, he makes you feel safe and comfortable (whereas Dave makes you feel literally the exact opposite) but part of you wonders how interested Dave really is in you and if this is all just a fun game to him that doesn’t really get him off unless he’s got Marcus here to cuckold.

“Honey I told him what we talked about… he’s okay with it” Marcus explains as he crosses the room to you and your shoulders settle as a breath escapes your lips. Suddenly you’re even more nervous then you thought you’d be.

“Sure you don’t wanna stay Pike? I’m having fun watching her squirm already” Dave muses, winking at you and you feel your cheeks flush. Maybe Marcus should stay.

“Hey,” Marcus gets your attention and he’s staring at you with a soft smile to calm your nerves. “I love you, ok? I’ll be down the street at the bar, gonna catch the game. Just… promise me you’ll have a good time” he says and you nod your head before you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. You hold on, continuing to kiss him because you need him to know before he leaves how much you love him, appreciate him, and how part of you doesn’t want him to go.

Eventually he slows your kisses down and lets out a little laugh as he pulls back. “Have fun, I want you to” he says before he leans in and places a kiss to your forehead and then turns to walk out the door, closing it behind him and sealing you and Dave inside alone.

You stand next to the bed and wring your hands together in nervous anticipation as Dave slinks forward, sly grin on his lips.

“Hey Baby” he greets casually as he steps in front of you, places his hands on your waist and gives you a good look up and down. You feel much less exposed this time at least. You’re wearing a knee length silk robe that’s tied around your waist, protecting some of your modesty.

Which was all for nothing, apparently, because seconds later before he even utters another word or allows you to greet him back, his one hand comes up and tugs one end of the sash holding your robe closed and it falls right open, revealing your skimpy little black laced bra and matching panties.

“H-Hi” you stammer out, arms instinctively coming up to wrap around yourself.

“Don’t” Dave says, surprisingly softly, his gaze locked on to your chest. You drop your hands to your side, still nervous as hell but it's an exciting kind of nervous as Dave brings a single finger up to trace the top edge of your bra over your left breast.

“Pretty” he murmurs before he gently pushes the robe from your shoulders and it pools on the floor at your feet. His hands go back to your waist and he leans down and captures your lips. The kiss is heated as he reacquaints himself with your mouth, your tongue, exploring every inch like he needs to commit it to memory and your body leans into his instinctively, your hands coming up to wrap around his neck as he moans into your mouth.

Whatever you were expecting tonight, it wasn’t this. He’s being… soft. His hands lightly smooth up and down your sides and across your back and before long his mouth leaves yours to kiss down your jaw and to your throat. You tilt your head to give him better access and whimper when he hits a particular spot on your throat and sucks before laving over it with his tongue and then moving on to kiss and lick and nip at every inch of exposed flesh until you’re practically trembling in his arms. Your hands clutch the short hairs at the back of his head as he anchors you in place, your knees feeling weak already as his mouth transcends a little lower to your collarbone and then the tops of your breasts.

“Ohhhh” you gasp softly when he mouths at your left nipple over top of the lace garment and his hand comes up to lightly pinch at the other and then he switches sides and repeats. “Fuck”

It feels strangely intimate, what’s happening right now. It's reminiscent of how you are with Marcus and that wasn’t supposed to be the point for being with Dave. You’re finding it really tough to complain, however, when his mouth is making every coherent thought escape your brain entirely. Finally he unclasps your bra and lets it fall to the floor and then he spends minutes on your breasts, paying each one equal attention with his mouth or his hands and all you can do is push your hands through his hair and whimper and moan with your head occasionally lolling backwards when it gets to be too much effort to hold it upright.

Dave is silent, which is odd enough in and of itself. The only sounds from his mouth are the soft licks and kisses and hums as he devours your tits and it's night and day to the Dave that was here a few weeks ago who was calling you names and barking orders at you.

Finally he begins descending lower still, trailing kisses down the middle of your stomach and lowering himself to his knees as he goes. Your hands go to hold onto his shoulders just as his mouth reaches the waistband of your panties and he looks up at you; those soft brown eyes that are jarringly familiar and yet so different from the man you are married to. Keeping his gaze locked on yours, his hands come to your hips and he slowly drags your panties down your legs until you’re left completely bare before him and your heart is hammering in your chest. The eye contact alone that he’s giving you is sending little ripples of pleasure down your spine and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Dave” his name leaves your lips in a whisper and suddenly his face is in your cunt. He spreads your lower lips with his fingers and his tongue licks a slow broad stripe straight up the center and your knees nearly buckle with the pleasure that shoots through you.

“Lay down” he instructs and you shuffle back the few inches to the side of the mattress and sit on the edge and lower yourself down on your back and Dave is back on you, lifting both your legs and draping one on either of his shoulders and his hands rest on your hips to hold you down as he’s kneeled on the floor in front of you.

“Oh fuck” you cry out when his mouth is back on you. His tongue circles your clit a few times until he sucks it into his mouth and your hips chase the pressure of his mouth, desperate for more. He releases your clit and then his tongue trails down the center again and begins prodding at your entrance with the tip of his wet muscle.

“Oh my god” you whine, hands flying down to clutch in his hair again and he moans loudly into you, sending little shockwaves through your pulsing cunt. One of his hands leaves your hip and his thumb comes down to put pressure on your clit, rubbing it in tight small circles while he continues fucking into you with his tongue and soon enough, you’re gone. You shoot up onto your elbows as you feel the dam burst and let out a choked sob as you cum hard and fast, hips bucking wildly into Dave’s face as he continues his assault, working you through it and not slowing down.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” you chant until you literally can’t take it anymore and your hands go to his head in an attempt to push him away and thankfully he takes the hint and his thumb lifts from your throbbing clit and his tongue switches to long slow licks through your folds, lapping up the sticky residue of your release.

“Mmmmm” he hums into you, seemingly content on licking up every last drop from you before he starts planting little kisses all over your sex, your mound, your thighs and finally he pushes up from his knees and leans over you to trail kisses up body until he reaches your mouth and kisses you soundly, just once. Just long enough for you to get a taste of yourself on his tongue and then he releases you and rests his forehead against yours.

“Hi” he smirks - he fucking smirks - at you.

“Hi… fuck!” you breathe out and Dave huffs out a little laugh before he pushes himself back up to a standing position and holds a hand out for you. You take his offered hand and he helps you up until you’re back in the position from earlier and his hands go to your hips again.

“What was that for?” You ask, genuinely curious and Dave shrugs.

“I knew you’d be nervous without Pike here, figured I’d help settle the nerves first. Feel nice and loose now, don’t ya baby?” He grins, jostling your hips back and forth slightly and you let out a little laugh.

“And now that we’ve got the pleasantries out of the way,” he begins, that menacing tone from the first night you met him suddenly back and you try to ignore the pleasant little tingle it sends down your spine. His mouth reaches your ear and he gently pulls the lobe between his teeth before releasing it and finishing his thought with a whisper into your ear “you can show your Daddy just how much you missed him, hmmm?”

You pull your lip between your teeth again as a small groan escapes your lips. Dave is tonguing at your ear canal and sucking the lobe into his mouth and your eyes close as a little whimper escapes you.

“Answer me” he growls, his hands gripping tightly at your hips, yanking you forward a couple of inches so your pelvis presses into his and you feel the unmistakable press of his desire against your hip from underneath his clothes.

“Yes Daddy” you nod enthusiastically and let your hand snake down between your bodies to cup him over his pants. “I’ll be so good for you” you add and he groans.

“On your fucking knees baby” he orders, a little breathless and you instantly comply, dropping to your knees in front of him and pressing your face into his crotch to kiss his length over his pants and he hums in approval, bringing a hand down to run through your hair. You kiss over his shaft a few more times before your hands come up to his belt buckle and you stop, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Please can I have your cock in my mouth? Want it so bad” you tell him, putting on your best pout and his eyes close momentarily and he tosses his head back before finally refocusing on you.

“Yeah baby, take me out” he instructs and you waste no time opening his belt, yanking down the zipper and pulling his pants and boxers down to his thighs so his cock bobs out right in front of your face. You’re about to press forward before you stop yourself and settle back to sit on your heels, tilt your head up to Dave and open your mouth wide and wait.

“Oh fuck” Dave curses, eyes closing again and you have to fight back the grin that wants to emerge at how damn proud of yourself you are.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl” Dave growls before he grips your jaw tightly in his hand and angles his head down to spit into your mouth. You give him a coy smile when the saliva hits your tongue and then lean forward and wrap your mouth around his cock and suck.

“Oh fuck, that’s it baby” he praises you, hands gathering up your hair until he can hold it all back in one hand so he has a better view of you swallowing him down.

“You take my cock so fucking good baby girl” he continues and you hum around him, bobbing up and down and taking as much of him as you can into your mouth. He lets you go at your own pace for a good couple of minutes and then he begins pushing back with his hips until he’s fucking into your throat and you’re forced to just stay still and take what he gives you. He forces deeper and deeper with each thrust and every so often he’ll push all the way down your throat and hold you there until you gag and choke on him until he releases you and starts all over again.

“Goddamn fucking whore how you take this cock baby, hmmm? Fucking cockslut aren’t you?” He continues uttering pure filth and you simply hum affirmatively and nod your head into his groin as he continues to feed you his dick until your eyes water and your throat is raw.

Now this is the Dave York you remember. Your cunt clenches around nothing and you can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs as he towers over you, degrading you and taking exactly what he wants.

“Come here” he grunts suddenly and grabs you under your arms and hauls you back to your feet, his leaking dick sliding out from your mouth as you're dragged away from it.

He kisses you harshly and his hands come down to grope your ass, kneading the soft flesh in his hands and squeezing roughly before his grip loosens slightly into a massage instead and you moan into his mouth.

“Fuck, turn around” he orders. His hands leave your ass to grab your shoulders and turn you so you’re facing the side of the bed and he pushes you down so you’re bent over lying on your stomach on the mattress with your feet still planted on the floor behind you and your turn your head to look back and watch Dave sink to his knees.

Your body jolts on the bed when a sharp slap from Dave’s right hand lands on your ass and then he’s soothing over the surely red mark.

“Look at this perfect fucking ass” Dave growls, both hands grabbing at your cheeks and spreading them before he lets go and swats at the left cheek and his mouth comes down to gently bite at the meat of your right.

“Oh!” you can’t help but moan, hips rocking into the edge of the mattress.

Dave gets back up again but bends over your body so his cock is at your ass and his mouth at your ear. “God I want to fuck this tight little asshole so bad” he confesses and drags his dick between your cheeks for emphasis.

“Oh fuck” you whimper and you don’t know if it’s fear or excitement. Maybe both. “Dave I…” you trail off. You’re not ready for that, in every possible way.

“I know baby” he hums into your ear. “Don’t worry I won’t” he promises and you release the breath you’d been holding, your muscles instantly relaxing from underneath him.

“I think… m-maybe I might want to, some time…” you stammer helplessly. You’re definitely interested, but you want to be prepared first.

“I know baby” Dave soothes, one hand sliding between you and the bed to massage a breast in his hand and the other goes around your front between your legs and begins to play with your clit and you begin whimpering again. “Daddy will buy you a toy next time, hmm? We’ll work on getting you ready until one day you’ll be begging me to fuck your tight little hole hmm?”

“Oh fuck, yes” you whine as the pads of his first two fingers draw agonizing little circles around your throbbing clit.

“You need me to play with this little pussy baby?” he taunts, gently pinching and rolling the taught little bundle of nerves between his fingertips.

“Mmmhmm” you nod frantically against the mattress but then he instantly stills his moments.

“What’s that now?”

“Yes, yes, please play with my pussy” you appease him immediately, knowing just what he was waiting for and you can feel him smirking against the side of your face.

“Turn over” he instructs and you do, then he climbs onto the bed and hauls you up further so you’re no longer half hanging off it. He’s propped up on his elbow on his side right next to and you watch as he sucks two fingers into his mouth and then brings that hand between your legs and starts rubbing in slow circles.

“Ohhhhhh fuck” you mewl, gently writhing and letting your legs fall open wider for him.

“Yeah that’s better, hmmm? That’s what you needed baby” Dave coos, his forehead resting against the side of your head. “Play with your pretty tits baby, let me see” he tells you and you don’t need to be told twice, both your hands coming to grab the soft flesh and alternating between massaging the mounds and pinching and pulling at your pebbled nipples.

“Oh fuck” Dave moans and then leans over you to take the closest one into his mouth, sucking and licking over the sensitive bud. He pulls back again after a moment and refocuses his attention on his hand between your legs, his digits sliding down to prod at your entrance until he slips two inside and buries them to his knuckles.

“Jesus, this tight little fucking pussy” Dave growls, working his fingers in and out. “So fucking wet for me”

“Yes, oh feels so good” you whine, eyes closed as you slide slightly up and down against the mattress, rocking yourself into his hand.

“Look at you” Dave clicks his tongue. “Fucking yourself on my fingers, just can’t help yourself can you, little minx” he huffs. “You wanna cum on my fingers?”

“Please” you let out in a breathy whisper.

“Please what, baby?” He asks, just as he curls his fingers at the perfect spot and you cry out as your next orgasm rapidly approaches.

“Oh fuck, please let me cum. Please Daddy”

“Good girl” Dave rewards before he shifts his position so he’s up on his knees between your legs and starts driving his fingers in and out of you at a relentless pace. The wet slaps reverberate off the walls as his hand pounds into you, fingers sinking in and out of your sopping core and your hips chase the pressure of his thrusts.

“Oh my god!” you squeal as he hits a particular spot and your vision begins to blur.

“Oh we found it did we?” he grins, doubling his efforts to push harder and faster into you as his free hand comes up to press his thumb down on your clit and you instantly cum in a silent scream, your orgasm racking over your entire body until you collapse back into the mattress with a blissed out smile spread on your lips.

“God damnit, I need to fuck you” Dave growls suddenly and he’s all but manhandling you into a new position. He grabs you around the waist and flips you over until you're on your hands and knees and he pushes down between your shoulder blades so your head is down and your ass is up in the air. You turn your head the best you can and watch as he fists his cock a few times and then brings it between your folds to coat himself in your arousal. He’s sliding in and out of your slick lips, the tip of his cock bumping deliciously into your clit with every thrust and you slide forward slightly on the bed as the threat of another orgasm chases straight on the heels of the last one.

“Oh god, fuck” you whimper into the pillow.

“Fuck, feels good doesn’t it baby? You wanna fucking cum again don’t you?” He asks and you nod frantically.

“Please, I’m so close”

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you upright so your back is to his chest, both of you on your knees and he continues bucking his hips, sliding through your folds and you look down to see just the tip of his head occasionally peek through from between your legs as he rubs against your pussy with his hard length. His hands come to your hips next and he helps you drag yourself up and down and your own hands reach up and behind you to wrap around his neck and just hang on for dear life as he slams into your throbbing little bundle of nerves over and over again.

“Cum all over this cock baby, fucking soak me” he growls at your ear and it does you in. You tip over that edge again and your body falls forward down onto your elbows as a choked out sob escapes you.

“Oh my god” you huff, chest heaving and body shaking so hard you can barely hold yourself up. Dave is still rocking into you and it’s way too fucking much on your oversensitive clit. You need him inside you or ten feet away from you, one or the other, you’re not sure, you just know you can’t take this particular brand of torture any longer.

“Dave, I - oh fuck”

“Beg for me” he seethes between clenched teeth as he tries desperately to hold himself together. “Beg for this fucking cock Sweetheart”

“Please!” You cry out instantly, not wasting a moment. “Need your fucking cock inside me, please. Please fuck me”

“Goddamn slut” he snarls before he thrusts forward and sheathes himself in your wet heat and you let out a guttural moan at the delicious stretch. One of his hands goes to your shoulder and the other has a bruising grip on your hip as he fucks into you fast and hard and you’re practically convulsing underneath him.

“Fuck baby, taking this cock so good, Jesus” he pants as he pounds into you from behind so hard that the headboard is slamming into the wall and if you had any functioning brain cells left you’d be worried you were about to break the bed.

“Oh fuck you're gonna make me cum” he huffs, head tossed back and eyes squeezed shut as he drives into you so hard and fast you feel your eyes roll into the back of your head, your mouth open in a silent scream you're pretty sure only dogs can hear.

"God damn baby" he growls, his pace still relentless and you need him to finish. You know he's waiting for you to give him one more but as good as he's making you feel you don't think there's any possible way you have one more in you so you do your best to coax it out of him whatever way you can.

“Oh god, please cum for me Daddy, I want it so bad” you whine pathetically, hoping it will do him in, but then your moans turn into a loud gasp when you feel the hand that was at your shoulder wrap around your throat and squeeze the sides. It’s harder and longer than last time and before long there are dark spots at the corners of your vision the longer he holds. Just when you think you can’t take it anymore and you’re about to grab for him to tap out he releases you and blood rushes to your head and you lose focus on everything except the way your cunt clenches down on Dave’s cock as wave after wave of euphoria hits you.

“Oh fuck. That's my good girl. Fuck fuck fuck” Dave grunts and pulls out of you, fisting his cock over and over again until ropes of his warm seed begin to coat over your ass and lower back until he has nothing left to give and he turns over and collapses on his back in exhaustion.

You lower your hips back down to the bed so you’re flat on your stomach, still coming down from your own orgasm and both of you are heaving on the bed next to each other, trying to catch your breaths.

You finally start coming back to yourself and you turn your head over to the other side to look at Dave and a laugh suddenly escapes you.

“What?” Dave questions, clearly not in on whatever’s got you in stitches.

“You just fucked my brains out and didn’t even remove a stitch of clothing. You still have your fucking shoes on!”

Maybe it’s the post-orgasmic bliss, but the whole notion is wildly amusing to you for some reason.

Dave looks down at himself as if he’s now just noticing you’re not wrong. His pants and underwear are around his thighs but other than that he’s fully clothed from head to toe and now he lets out a laugh before rubbing his hands over his face and through his hair.

“Fuck me” he groans, exasperated.

“Not again, give a girl a break” you joke and he rolls his eyes playfully before he swats at your ass.

“Smartass” he grumbles before he lifts his hips and pulls his pants up and then rolls off the bed and heads to the bathroom. You hear the faucet running for a minute and know you need to get up yourself and clean off but you literally don’t know if you can move after whatever the hell that was that Dave just put you through. You lost count of the orgasms.

To your surprise however, Dave comes back (fully dressed again with his appendage back inside his now refastened pants) with a washcloth in his hand and walks up to your side of the bed and holds it out to you.

You thank him shyly and are glad when he turns away from you to give you some privacy. You’re not sure how on earth you can possibly still get embarrassed in front of this man after the things he’s said and done to you and you to him, but you do. If Marcus were here he’d clean you up himself, soft strokes of the warm cloth between your legs and you’d watch him with a dopey smile on your face at how sweet he is to you and pull him in for a kiss when he was done.

And speaking of Marcus you hear your phone buzz on the nightstand next to you and you reach for it to read the incoming text. You see that it’s actually from Dave in your group chat and you glance up to see him with his back to you, phone clutched in his hand.

“What’s the score? I had the 9’ers to cover” it reads and you roll your eyes and huff a little laugh. You guess that’s a better way of saying ‘hey, all done here fucking your wife into another dimension if you wanna come home now’

Three little bubbles appear as Marcus is typing a reply and you feel a little flutter in your tummy, a smile involuntarily crossing your lips.

“Sorry buddy, hope your kids college funds weren’t riding on that game”

Kids? Interesting. You’re suddenly realizing you don’t actually know anything about this man. No wedding ring though so you assume he’s divorced at least.

You click back to your messages page and pull up your direct line to Marcus without Dave in it and type a simple message.

“Come home ❤️”

He replies instantly.

“On my way”

You get up from the bed and grab for your discarded robe from the floor from earlier, tying it around yourself and head off to the bathroom to pee. When you come back out Dave is still standing there and you realize now you have no idea how you’re supposed to say goodbye to him. The nerves and awkwardness suddenly flooding you again.

“Well, um… thanks, for tonight” you say, wringing your hands together and he offers you a comforting smile.

“My pleasure baby, c’mere” he says and reaches a hand out to grab yours and tug you towards him. He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. He doesn’t linger, doesn’t turn it into more, just wants to put you at ease and it does.

“Don’t be a stranger now” he winks at you and you reward him with a soft smile.

“I won’t” you promise, giving his hand a small squeeze.

“I can see myself out” he tells you before releasing your hand and he walks off out the bedroom door as you call out a soft ‘goodnight’ to the back of his retreating head.

As you hear his heavy footsteps down the stairs a flash comes across your bedroom window and you realize it’s Marcus’ headlights as he pulls up the drive and you wander over to the window and glance outside. Just as Marcus is getting out of the car Dave is walking down towards his own sleek black sedan that’s parked at the curb and the two men stop when they meet. You can’t hear what they’re saying but you watch as Dave reaches a hand out and Marcus grabs it and they shake while Dave’s other hand lands on Marcus’ shoulder and gives it a firm pat and they release each other. They stand there for another minute or so chatting, about what, you have no idea, until finally Dave lifts a hand in a goodbye and turns down the driveway and continues towards his car.

You turn back and flip off the lamp that was lighting the room and crawl into the bed, ridding yourself of your robe again and tossing it over a nearby chair before pulling the covers over you.

“Hey Baby” you hear Marcus call out softly a minute later when he enters the bedroom.

“Hi” you sigh dreamily, happy to hear his voice, happy to have him home.

He wastes no time stripping down and crawling into his own side of the bed and shuffling over to you. The moment he’s next to you you wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly, burying your face in his neck and wrapping your limbs around him like a spider monkey with separation anxiety.

“Hey, you ok?” Marcus asks, hugging you tightly to his chest for a moment before pulling his head back to get a look at you. His hand comes to rest on your cheek and forces your gaze to his.

“Yeah I’m ok” you promise. “Just missed you”

“I missed you too” he sighs before leaning in and kissing your forehead. He pulls back after a second and stifles a laugh.

“What?” You ask, brow furrowed.

“You smell like Dave” he laughs, wrinkling his nose and you roll your eyes but are laughing as well.

“I’m not surprised, he literally left his clothes on the whole time” you tell him, shaking your head at the memory. You’re so used to Marcus who would probably never have either of you wearing clothes when you were alone inside the house if it were up to him.

“Really?” Marcus asks, features scrunched up in disbelief and you nod your head.

“What a weirdo” he teases and you laugh.

“He’s your friend” you counter.

“Our friend” Marcus corrects you and you hum.

You suppose he’s right.

“So… what was it like?” Marcus inquires further and you contemplate for probably a moment too long on how you should answer.

Mind blowing.

Incredible.

But not the same because it wasn’t you.

“It’s ok baby, I want this too, remember?” He prods further, waiting for your answer.

“It was um… a lot?” You laugh. “Like literally I’m going to need a break for a day or two”

“God damnit York” Marcus huffs but there’s no real anger there, you can hear the playfulness in his tone. “Put my wife’s vagina on a timeout” he grumbles under his breath and suddenly you’re erupting with laughter just as Marcus breaks out into a huge grin and joins you.

“Baby I love you so fucking much” you confess after the giggling finally subsides.

“I love you too. So much” Marcus replies easily, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose and pulling back to smile sweetly at you.

“Do you… wanna take a bath with me?” You ask. You know you have the smell of sex and Dave York literally all over you and you assume Marcus doesn’t love that but to your surprise he just snuggles you a little tighter and hums into your hair.

“I don’t mind. I uh… kinda like you like this” he admits and despite the darkened state of the room you know he’s blushing. You also know he’s not lying either when he pushes his hips just slightly and you feel exactly how much he likes it pressing against your thigh. Marcus is kinkier than you give him credit for. And the secureness he has in your relationship and his own masculinity is so incredibly sexy you wish you had even an ounce of the energy you'd need to let him know how good he makes you feel as well.

“Baby” you let out a little whine. You want so badly to be with him but you physically don’t think you can do it. You don’t have another orgasm in you, you just don’t. And it’s not fair to Marcus for you to just lie there like a cold fish either when he wants to make love to you.

“I know” he soothes, pressing a kiss to your temple. “But I’m, I thought, maybe…” he trails off, like he’s embarrassed and that has your attention.

“What? Tell me baby”

“Well do you um, remember last time with Dave? What he said about like… keeping it warm?” He begins and your tummy flutters at the memory. You absolutely remember.

“Yeah, the cockwarming thing?”

“Yeah” Marcus shrugs. “M-maybe we could try that? Only if you want to!” He adds hurriedly and you smile.

“Baby, if you’d let me fall asleep with your cock inside me, I’d literally marry you all over again” you tell him and his face lights up like a kid on Christmas just given their first puppy.

“Fuck, really?”

“Mmm hmmm” you nod, placing a hand on his cheek and leaning in to kiss him. “I wanna feel close to you” you confess.

And you do want to. You’d never even thought of doing this before because typically if he was inside you it was because you both wanted or needed to get off but now seems like the perfect time. For you at least. You hope it’s going to be enjoyable for Marcus and not pure torture if he’s too worked up and can’t do anything about it.

“Are you sure though? That’s going to be ok for you?”

“Turn around on your side” Marcus tells you rather than answering and you do so he can spoon up behind you like your usual sleeping position together. He sits up and reaches over you and pulls open the bedside drawer and grabs the small bottle of lube that you keep in there. He squeezes a few droplets into his hand and tosses the bottle back before you feel him behind you getting himself ready and then he’s sliding between your thighs, warm and hard. You’re grateful at how considerate he’s being, your sweet Marcus.

“I’ve got you honey” he whispers into your cheek as he slowly drags himself between your folds a couple of times to coat you in the slick from the lube so you’re more comfortable and then gently pushes inside, both of you groaning when he’s buried to the hilt. He reaches just a touch deeper than Dave and feels so good inside you like your bodies were simply meant to fit together.

“God I fucking missed you” he breathes into your shoulder before planting a kiss to it.

“Missed you too Marcus, so much”. There’s tears at the corners of your eyes threatening to spill. You love this man more than anything and all he wants is to make you happy and it makes your heart soar. You feel so close to him with him nestled inside you, you feel like you could stay like this forever and you’d die happy.

“Go to sleep baby” he hums and then wraps his arm around you to hold you tighter against him.

The slow and steady throb of his cock inside you is like a heartbeat and lulls you to sleep in minutes, pulling you into a dreamless and restful slumber for the rest of the night until morning comes and you make sure to show Marcus exactly how much you appreciate him.

Chapter three

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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hello! so i have another story idea with Larissa.

so what if the reader was snooping around larissas office until she finds a vibrator and handcuffs and a strap on, so she takes the 3 toys to her room so the reader can test it out, once larissa returns to her office she goes to get those toys for herself and she sees it’s gone until she hears moans, but the reader is moaning larissas name as if she was fucking her and then larissa peeks and sees the reader has her toys so larissa comes in the readers room and says something and then larissa takes full control, basically eating her out first then fingering then all the toys, and maybe larissa can overstimulate the reader🤭

YES OK 😳 ~ @am3liarxse I LOVE IT. THANK YOU for the request. I would be honored. I think I’m gonna spin an innocent kink in there as well… hehe, this was a lot of fun to make 😁😏

Sweet Corruption ~Larissa Weems xFem teacher!Reader

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, porn with little plot…, smut, sex, oral sex, eating out, fingering, strap fucking, corruption kink, innocence kink, bondage kink…?, praise kink, degrading kink…?, just lots of smut.

Long ass smutty fic

Enjoy (;

Your students had told you that they had had their toys collected by Principal Weems whenever they were being a distraction. In fact, they complained about it a great deal…

And being the student friendly, hint of mischevious teacher you were, you decided you were gonna surprise your students by getting some of their toys back.

If you only knew…

Later that night, you crept into the principals office, being cautious not to make a sound. You cracked the door open and slid in.

You made your way over to her desk and began searching the drawers for the student’s toys. This is when you started to have second thoughts… You were searching through the principals private things… for just some toys?

And that’s when you opened an interesting drawer. A drawer which contained 3 odd items. A purple odd cylinder-ish shaped thing, a pink rod with what looks like backpack straps on it, and handcuffs…

We’re these the toys the students had been talking about?

Suddenly you heard a noise. You jumped, and decided to just take these items and figure it out later.

After basically sprinting through the halls, you found yourself back in your private courtiers. You layed the “toys” out on your bed. And you eventually came tk the conclusion that these were not your students toys. Because who would play with a pink rod with backpack straps??

You sighed with defeat. But still quite curious about what these objects were. I mean you knew the handcuffs, but why would Principal Weems have handcuffs in her drawer. It just didn’t make sense to you.

You picked up the purple oddly shaped thing and noticed it had a button on it… You pushed it curiously, and to your surprise, the object started to vibrate. You threw it back on the bed with a yelp.

You could hear it vibrating on your bed, and you cautiously went to pick it up again. It felt… oddly soothing…

You placed it against your arm and hummed in satisfaction at the light pleasure filled vibrations it sent through your body.

You started to move the vibrating object around. From your arms to your neck to your shoulders, eliciting more content filled hums.

Larissa had noticed they were gone the moment she sat down at her desk.

Her things were array from their usual position, and the drawer hadn’t been closed all the way.

She tried to keep calm as she searched her entire office for those items.

Imagine if a student got their hands on those…

Larissa was starting to panic a bit, but resolved to go check her private courtiers before deciding on any theft accusations.

She quickly walked down the lengthy halls of Nevermore. Eventually reaching the staff’s private rooms. As she was walking by yours, she though she heard a faint noise, which eerily resembled one of her devices.

You were such an innocent soul, you would never… would you?

Pricking her ear to your door, she heard the definite sound of her vibrator as well as hums and beginning moans from you.

Then, she heard you actually moan…

You had hit your nipple with the vibrator and it had sent an insane amount of pleasurable electricity though your body… It had caused a lengthened yelp to escape your body, as images of your boss flooded your mind.

Larissa froze when she heard her name...

Her mind trying to convince her that it wasn't what it was...

That she didn't have the perfect opportunity to corrupt your deliciously innocent soul...

But she kept hearing her vibrator. On your body. Being used in such a naive way...

If this is what you sounded like pure, what sounds would you make when corrupted...?

The thought made her eyes go dark and her lips start to drool. She couldn't take it any longer...

Larissa swung the door open, elegantly yet with haste, to find you already a hot mess...

Pupils dilated... knees wobbling... her vibrator on your breast.

And then you quickly realized you had been found out. Your face went red, and you dropped the vibrating object.

That's what broke Larissa. She knew she just had to break you... corrupt you... make you hers...

"Finding everything alright?" Larissa asked with taunt and lust coating her words.

You just whimpered, unsure what to say.

"I'm sorry... I... I was looking for your collected student contraband... and found... these..." you stuttered your way through your explanation, embarressed.

"And do you know what these are, darling?" Larissa amusingly purred, revelling in every second of this.

You shook your head in disgrace for what you had done.

"I'm sorry. I understand if you need to fire me now..." you meekly spoke, not understanding any of the subcontext of what you had done or what Larissa was about to do...

"Want me to show you?" she inquisitively purred, making her way closer to you, and closing the door with a click of the lock.

You gulped.

And then nodded like it was instinctual to you...

Your stomach felt like it had butterflies flying all inside it, and your knees felt like they were about to collapse on you.

"What's happening...?" you softly spoke, not understanding any of what you were feeling. "am I dying...?"

Larissa chuckled as she sweetly addressed you, "No my love, your just nervous. If you let me, I would love to show you..." her tone was softer now.

You thought back to that moment with the purple, vibrating thingy... You thought about how it had felt when it had been on your chest... What you had seen...

Your breath had become short all of a sudden.

You were scared, and Larissa could tell.

"It's alright, love. You just tell me what's ok, does that work?" she purred.

"Yes please..." you whimpered, already anticipatory and needy.

“Sit on the edge of the bed, love.” Larissa lightly commanded.

You, forgetting about the toys for the moment, move them to place yourself as Larissa requested.

She then came over and knelt before you, leaving you confused. She cupped your face and tilted her head slightly.

This was going to be fun...

“Can I kiss you, love?”

You nodded.

“I need words, darling.”

“Yes..”

Larissa’s lips collided with yours, eliciting a gasp from you and a smirk from her. The kiss was sweet and kind, but also filled with want and desire.

She wanted to corrupt you so badly...

At some point, Larissa slid her tongue into your mouth, and you thought your soul was going to leave your body. She proceeded to fuck your mouth very slowly and deliberately. It was mind-boggling to you. You felt so good. Like it was the answer to all your problems.

And then Larissa receeded. You whined in protest, but was quick to try and cover it.

Larissa lightly chuckled at this, “Let me hear you, love.”

“Please…” you begged, not even sure what you were begging for.

Larissa smirked, her cheeks lighting up with a rosy tint. She slowly spread your legs, as you sat there confused but allowing it.

She came up to your face, tugging on your skirt waist line, “I’m going to take this off alright?”

“Ok…” you whispered, not sure where this was going…

She grinned at your confusion, slowly pulling your skirt down.

Now you were in your panties, spread out on the edge of your bed for her…

She couldn’t help but grin. It was such a heavenly sight…

“I’m gonna take these off too, hmm?” she purred at you, while gently tugging at your panties.

You bit your lip anxiously, “yes please…” you whimpered.

At the sight of your heated core, Larissa couldn’t help but lick her lips.

Oh the things she would do to you…

You held yourself up with your elbows, curious to see what Larissa was doing…

That’s when she first brushed her tongue along your folds…

Your legs buckled, your eyes rolled back, your whole body spasmed…

“Ohh OHhHH!” you moaned out as Larissa ran her tongue around your clit.

Your body flooded with a warmth and it began to tighten, uncomfortably so…

But your head was too light and away to convey this properly, “What… Larissa… Something… please…” you moaned.

Larissa chuckled into your core, sending even more vibrations and build up throughout your body. She continued to lap you up, delighting in all the sounds she elicited out of you.

“That’s it love, your doing great.” she praised.

Larissa could tell you were getting close. Your breathing became more erratic, your legs trembling around her head, your moans turning into mewls and whimpers.

“please… please… please…” you repeatedly begged, again not sure what it is you exactly wanted…

“Your doing so good for me, baby, that’s it..” Larissa purred.

She sped up her pace of her tongue fucking your soaked core, making you more and more needy.

Until one final lick made your body snap. Waves of euphoria poured through your body, one’s you’d never known were possible. You swear you could see stars. It was heavenly.

Larissa watched you cum with her name on your lips, legs trembling, fists clenched together, and your pussy tightening on her tongue as she lapped up all your juices. The sight spurred her on even more…

She helped you recover from your orgasm, and when she came up to meet your face, she found you breathing heavily with a massive grin on your face.

Larissa chuckled, “What, you like that?”

You nodded enthusiastically.

She moved to your ear, “Want to see what else I can do?” she purred.

You looked at Larissa with eager, naive and dialted eyes.

You nodded again.

Without warning, Larissa then stuck a finger into your aching, sensitive cunt. You yelped which turned into a moan, as she proceeded to pull her finger in and out of your entrance.

“Oh my… Fuck!” you cried out, grabbing ahold of her to stabilize yourself. She had picked up the pace of her finger fucking…

Larissa just grinned like a Cheshire Cat in response.

She then added a second finger… which made your moans turn into cries.

“Fuck…! Feels so good!” You moaned into her shoulder, bucking your hips into her fingers.

“That’s it… Be a good girl and take my fingers, love…” Larissa purred, her eyes meeting yours, a depth of lust within them.

Pretty soon, you were on that edge again… the edge that came before that crazy rush… and you found yourself chasing it…

Your hips bucked sloppier, your moans turned into begging…

“Please… please… I’m gonna…” you said in between every sloppy, furious buck of your hips into her fingers.

Larissa’s chuckle this time was darker… much darker… “That’s it… cum on my fingers like a good girl…”

This time, it was her words that tipped you over the edge. And the other side was even better this time. Your body rang with pleasure and heat. You muffled your cries into Larissa’s shoulder.

Again, Larissa helped you down from um your orgasm. Even more sensitive than last time, you yelped at her fingers circling your sensitive clit.

Your breathing was completely whack now, and your mind was spinning even worse.

It was then that Larissa leaned into your lips, crashing hers into yours. You moaned, which Larissa graciously swallowed, tasting yourself on her lips.

She broke off the kiss, making you whimper yet again, causing her to chuckle yet again.

“Now… to the matter at hand… Why don’t I show you how those toys really work?” she suggestively purred while marking your neck.

You moaned in response.

Fuck, you and completely forgotten about them…

“Is that a yes?” Larissa tauntingly played with you.

“Yes, fuck yes!” you cried.

Larissa couldn’t help but delight in how messy and mind-fucked you already were…

She grabbed the vibrator and handcuffs.

“You were playing with this when I came in, yes?” She questioned you.

You sheepishly nodded.

Larissa grinned at your blushing response, “Be a good girl and lay yourself out on the bed.”

As you followed her instruction, Larissa began to unzip her dress. You couldn’t help but stare at her practically nude body.

“What…?” She quipped.

“You look… stunning…” you basically moaned as you drooled at the sight of Larissa in her undergarments.

At that, Larissa blushed…

“Why thank you, love…” she purred as she climbed on the bed and proceeded to straddle you.

“Now… let’s take this off…” Larissa said, while indicating and starting to remove your shirt. You happily complied… she also removed your bra, freeing your breasts.

“Put your hand above you head for me.” Larissa directed. You followed, but a bit confused…

That’s when Larissa brought up the cuffs, clicking them in place, restraining your wrists.

You gasped lightly at the sensation and restraint.

“Does my good girl like being tied up?” Larissa taunted, seeing your dials ring pupils. You sheepishly nodded again.

“Words. Good girls use words.” She sternly said.

“Yes, God yes! Please…!” You moaned, bucking your hips up to meet hers.

She then pulled out the vibrator eliciting another gasp from your lips. She clicked it on and you couldn’t help but whimper.

Larissa then came up to your lips and kissed you as she placed and encircled your breasts with the vibrator.

You moaned and mewled into her mouth, struggling against the handcuffs, keeping your hands tied.

Larissa chuckled into your mouth as she began to move down south with the vibrator…

You mewled more and more.

Just as she was at your cunt, she stopped. You whimpered and groaned in response.

Larissa looked at you, a fucking mess, and smirked. “Beg.”

You whimpered.

“I won’t ask again, slut.” She almost sneered this time.

You couldn’t help but moan at her words, your hips bucking with need even more…

“God, please Larissa… please… I want you… please… ruin me…” you begged, with no logic to your thoughts. You pulled against your restraints in desperation.

Larissa hummed in satisfaction, kissing you again. You got enveloped in her delicious lips, and that’s when she placed the vibrator on your clit.

You cried out in response, furiously bucking your hips. Your oversensitive clit being circled by Larissa’s vibrator was making you see stars. You were gonna cum again… soon… and hard… it was becoming too much…

Then it went to your folds… and you were done for…

You bit down on Larissa’s lips as your third orgasm crashed into you head on. You drew blood, making Larissa herself moan into your mouth, as your were screaming her name again. Your legs wouldn’t stop shaking now and your heart was pounding. You felt dizzy and euphoric. Sick yet sated… Shallow breathing, yet the deepest you’d ever felt…

Larissa hummed with pleasure at the sight of you. She removed and set aside the vibrator and grabbed the strap.

You whimpered when you realized you weren’t done…

And you looked at her with confusion as she attached the straps to her waist and thighs…

But you also couldn’t stop your body from wiggling with anticipation and excitement…

Larissa undid your restraints and just looked one your helpless, thoroughly fucked figure…

“Tell me what you want.” she lustfully commanded.

“You, God please I want you Larissa!” you cried.

She climbed on top of you…

“Then be a good slut and spread your legs for me.”

You did so with a whimper… those eyes of hers told you she meant business…

She took ahold of your hands, holding them above your head, as she lines up her dick with your aching pussy.

And without warning, she plunged into you…

“Holy shit!!” You cried out, not prepared for her at all.

But your hips bucked against her dick furiously, telling her not to stop…

And Larissa wasn’t going to stop… No, she was going to corrupt and own you forever…

“I love all the dirty words you spew for me, slut…” Larissa egged you on, as she thrusted into you at a merciless pace.

Your mind was now complete mush. You could produce mewls and moans but no way in hell an actual sentence…

She pounded into you, and before you knew it, you were cumming on her dick.

Cumming hard…

You screamed her name like a broken record, tears streaming down your face, hips jerking from overstimulation… Your eyes glazed over, your body going limp, lip quivering.

Larissa pulled out of you, at the concern of going too far. She grabbed and took you into her embrace.

Cradling you she whispered, “You did you good, baby, such a good girl…”

You sniffled and whimpered.

She cupped your face, looking into your fucked out eyes, “I’m here, love…”

She placed her head against yours… Your ruined, absolutely destroyed body, unsalvageably corrupted self…

“your mine now.”

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 8 months

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It's My Party, I Can Love Who I Want To

Warnings: None, pure fluff and Jack being the best boyfriend ❤️

Author's Notes: Happy Birthday to the anon who requested a fic for their birthday, I hope you have the best day!

"Are you awake?", Jack whispered, placing a gentle hand on your stomach. He grazed his fingers along your skin, but you didn't move, only letting out a quiet hum.

"Y/N, are you still sleeping?" He peppered kisses all around your face, and you could no longer hide your smile, letting out childlike giggles as his hands roamed your body, trying to find your most ticklish spots.

"Okay. Okay! I'm awake." You ran your fingers through his messy curls, pulling him in for another kiss, your hands snaking around his neck. "Happy Birthday, baby." Jack mumbled against your lips, sneaking in one more peck before he pulled away.

"Thank you, my love." You felt your cheeks turn red as he looked down at you with those baby blue eyes of his. He pursed his lips as he searched your features, cupping your face in his hand.

"I-", his mouth hung open as he was interrupted by the sound of your phone vibrating on the nightstand.

"Hold that thought, please." You gave him a soft smile as you reached for your phone, pressing the green button on the screen.

"Hi mom. Thank you so much." You held up one finger to Jack to signify you needed a minute. He rolled off of you, laying back down on his pillow, one hand propped up behind his head. "Sure, it can wait", he gritted out between his teeth, quiet enough so you couldn't hear. The words were still on the tip of his tongue, a bittersweet taste.

"Ok, I'll see you in about an hour." You were impatiently trying to get off the phone; your mom would talk your ear off if you let her.

"Wait, where are you going? I thought we'd get to spend the morning together?" Jack questioned your plans as he watched you pace around the room, getting read for the day.

"I'm having brunch with my parents, remember? It's a yearly tradition." You raised your eyebrows at Jack, "I told you about it."

Jack raked a hand down his face, sitting up in the bed. "Yes, yes. You totally did. Sorry, my mind has been somewhere else lately."

"I'll see you tonight, at the party, right?" You crawled over to Jack across the bed, squeezing his thigh affectionately.

"Of course. I'm going to the studio today, and then I'll see you tonight." Jack couldn't hide the unease on his face, and you noticed immediately. "Is something wrong?"

"I-uh, I just need to tell you something, Y/N." You sat back on your heels, giving him your full attention. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "I just wanted to say-". There it was again, that annoying vibrating sound as your phone rang for the second time this morning.

"Sorry, just one sec." You jumped up from the bed as you pressed the phone to your ear. "Hi! Thank you so much! Yes, I can't wait to see you at the party tonight." You didn't even notice Jack slip out of the room, heading out the front door. He was convinced the universe was conspiring against him at this point, and he'd never get the words out.

****

"It just wasn't the right time." Jack shook his head as he leaned back in his chair, spinning around. He stopped when he became dizzy, grabbing the edge of the control panel.

Urban smirked as he looked at his camera, flipping through a couple of shots he'd taken earlier that day. "Do you have something to say?" Jack prodded his best friend, "please, share with the class."

"Don't get mad at me, dude. I'm not the one who can't tell my girlfriend I love her." He didn't even bother looking up. Urban was a pro at this conversation. He had been with his best friend through almost all of his relationships, and Jack had a bad habit of ending things with his girlfriends before he even got to the "I love you" part. Urban could only remember one other time Jack had told his girlfriend he loved her, and it didn't end exactly well.

Jack groaned, running his fingers through his beard. "I tried multiple times this morning, but every time I opened my mouth to say the words, we got interrupted. I don't know, maybe I should just wait. There's just too much pressure to get it right on her birthday."

The room was silent, and Jack was starting to panic. "Say something, please, dude. I'm dying here."

Urban sighed, rolling over in his chair to Jack. "Listen, man, its never going to be the right time. There is always going to be something or someone who tries to get in the way. You just have to do it. Tell me you love me."

Jack chuckled, fiddling with his fingers. "You know I love you man. You're my best friend."

"No, I know that. That's not what I'm talking about. I think you just need to practice getting the words out. Pretend I'm Y/N, and tell me that you love me." Urban shifted in his seat, pretending to be as feminine as possible.

"What are you doing, Urb?" Jack narrowed his eyes at him, backing away slightly.

"I'm getting into character.", Urban ran his fingers through his blonde hair, tucking a few strands behind his ears. "Oh Jack, this has been the best birthday ever, but you know what would make it extra special? You telling me how much you love me." Urban batted his eyelashes and pitched his voice up, like he had taken in a suck of helium.

"Why are you so good at that?" Jack chuckled, thoroughly impressed.

Urban broke character for a quick second. "C'mon man, be serious."

"Ok, ok. Y/N, these last couple of months have been the best of my life, and you mean so much to me, I hope that I've shown you how important you are in my life because I see myself being with you forever. I-, I love you." Urban sat silent for a minute, his gaze dropping to the floor. Jack took that as an immediate rejection.

"See! This is so stupid. I don't know how I'm gonna do this." Jack stood up, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "I'm just gonna tell her that something came up and I can't go to the party."

Jack stumbled back as Urban enveloped him in a hug. "If she doesn't tell you she loves you back, man, she's a heartless bitch."

****

You arrived to the venue as the party was well underway, all of your friends and family packed into a small club in downtown Louisville.

"Happy Birthday!" You were surprised by the crowd of people cheering for you as you walked over to your best friend holding a beautiful heart shaped birthday cake in her arms, the light from the candles dancing across her face.

Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you...

Jack watched you from across the room, butterflies in his stomach as you blew out the candles on your cake, that beautiful smile that makes him weak in the knees, across your face. It was now or never, he decided, as he moved through the crowd of people.

"There you are!" You called out to him, Jack snaking an arm around your waist. He placed a kiss on your temple, trying his best to hide his nerves. "Happy Birthday", he whispered into your ear. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

He led you through a crowd of people to the hallway at the back of the club, the base from the music reverberating off the walls. He swallowed, trying to get rid of the ringing in his ears.

"Everything okay?" You asked, grabbing his hands in yours.

"Yes, everything is perfect. You look beautiful tonight."

"Thank you, baby. You said you wanted to talk to me about something?" You squeezed his hands, allowing him to pull you into his body.

"Yes. I need to get something off of my chest. I lo-", the words were dancing on his lips, just begging to be let go.

"There you are, girl!" Jack snapped his head around, his heart dropping to his feet as he saw one of your friends walking toward you. "Sorry Jack, need to steal your girlfriend for a dance. This is our song!" He let go of your hands as you were pulled away. "We'll talk later, promise?" You turned back to him, trying not to stumble over your heels.

"Yeah, go ahead, have fun." He gave you the best smile he could muster, the corners of his mouth barely lifting. Jack pounded his fist against the wall when he was sure you were out of view. "Fuck", he grunted out, pushing his way through the exit door.

****

After about an hour of feeling sorry for himself, Jack realized he was better off going home. He didn't want his mood and inability to share his feelings with you to ruin your night. You collided with each other as he entered the building, Jack catching you by the arm so you didn't fall.

"I've been looking all over for you, where did you go?" You smoothed out the skirt of your dress, grabbing at Jack's bicep. "I was hoping to spend some time with my boyfriend tonight." You jokingly jabbed him in the side, but Jack flinched.

"Ok, that's enough." You grabbed his hand, forcing yourself through the back door, the metal hitting the brick with a slam.

"Alright, talk Harlow." You crossed your arms over your chest. You weren't the least bit angry or annoyed with him, more like worried, but you knew he wouldn't fess up unless you pushed him.

Jack shuffled back and forth on his feet, his eyes focused on the ground. "There's nothing going on. Are you having a good time?"

"Honestly, no. You've been avoiding me all night, Jack. All I wanted to do was spend my day with you in bed, but things have just kept getting in the way. I love my family and friends, and I'm thankful that I got to spend time with them, but I don't love them as much as I love you."

"I know, I've just-" Jack's heart stopped when he finally processed your words. "Wait, what?"

"I love you, Jack. I know you've been trying to tell me all day, and I really wanted to wait, but I just couldn't any longer." Jack threw his hands up in the air, landing them on his head, in complete disbelief. "If you knew, why didn't you say something? I've been agonizing about this for weeks."

"Hey, its my birthday. I'm the one who should be getting the presents." You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Ok, I'm ready." You closed your eyes, stifling any laughs. "Go ahead, say those three words."

"I mean, the surprise is kind of ruined, I just don't know if I should say it anymore. Maybe on your next birthday" You peaked one eye open, slapping Jack's chest playfully when you saw him smiling at you.

He pulled you in close by the waist, chests touching, your lips inches away from each other. "I love you, baby. So much. Happy Birthday."

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hi sorry to bother you. I just wanted to request an nct dream scenario for when their s/o scratches their back? Preferably with extra fluff 😅

How Nct Dream react when their s/o scratches their back

Oh my god anon that's so cute 😭😭😭 I had to write one for each member when I saw this!

I tried to make each members story unique and different so you might not like some of them but I hope it's still a good read ♡

Warnings : tooth rotting fluff, sad mark, minor injury? (Jeno fell off his bike), I didn't proofread this!! I wanted to write this for this anon but I've got exams soon

Genre : Nct Dream x gn!reader

Mark

It was when he was half asleep, he had a really bad day today and all he could think about after a bad day was being clung to your side with his head on your chest, enjoying your soft touch which sends his stomach spinning. You've got your arms around him as he starts to quietly sob, you slowly run your fingers along his back, grazing your fingernails gently on the thin fabric of his loose black tee. 'I'm not too sure what happened today to make you feel like this, but just know I'm always here for you when you need me ok?' A muffled 'ok' is all you get out of the stuffy nosed mark as you wipe his tears and kiss his forehead. He lowers his head as your hands make their way to his back, 'want to talk about what happened today?' You feel the vibration of his throat as he humms. 'Well, everyone and everything is just reminding me how uncapable I am, of a lot of things really. I just keep messing everything up. I feel like I'm not good enough and I just want to give up'.

'Well I'm not too sure what Mark you know, but my boyfriend, the Mark lee I know is amazing in every possible way.' You say with a warm smile on your face as your fingers start rubbing his back, slowly turning into a soft scratching motion which Mark loved the feeling of; he appreciated you so much. 'He's also very talented, and very very smart.' You scratched his chin and with that his eyelids slowly start to become heavy. Hearing your sweet affirming words had him feeling much better, the light scratch was a new feeling and he loved every second of it.

Renjun

You were just chilling on the bathroom stool while he was bathing carrying out your usual stalking behaviours of following your boyfriend who you so much adored absolutely everywhere. You had been showing him funny tiktok videos you've found while scrolling along your for you page for the past hour. 'Since you forced the door open, you might aswell be useful' you raise your hand to your chest as you acted shocked and hurt. 'Since your here, please could you wash my back for me? I can't reach too easily since I have suuuch broad shoulders' you roll your eyes but are totally loving the idea. You grab his pink loofa and squirt some of your expensive bubble bath formula onto it and begin to clean his ' broad' shoulders and back, covering every inch with the velvety pearly white bubbles. Ditching the loofa, you carress and lather the soap into his back in circular motions, you begin doing the same circular movement on his back with your nails gaving him a mini nail massage. He moves closer to the edge of the tub so you have better access, 'that feels really nice' he says with s smile on his face, slowly closing his eyes; you then gently wipe away the bubbles from the hairline on the back of his head and tell him to move to the middle so you can wash all the bubbles off. You scoop up water and drench his back with water from his shoulders down, bringing your hands down in carressing scratches along with the water. You give a chaste kiss to his nape while scooping up some bubbles into your hand secretly, he turns around confused at the sudden kiss and to his surprise, you bring out your secret weapon, spreading them onto his chin like santa; lauging like a maniac at the ridiculously serious expression spread across his face for someone rocking a bubble beard. 'Oh it's on' he declared while grabbing a handful of bubbles and slapping them onto you face, laughing hysterically at how fast your smile faded. 'HEY!' You exclaim almost falling into the tub trying to grab him 'I promise you I'll remember this, so don't forget what you did today.' You grimace as you wipe yout face with his face towel and throw it at him, walking out leaving the door open so all the warm air can escape before he can make it out the tub. 'Baby- I'm-I'm sorry!' He yells between his uncontrollable laughter, you're just too sickeningly cute.

Jeno

He had a bike accident (consisting of driving his bike down a ramp and forgetting to break, crashing into the wall and some how landing ontop of his bike on his back) which he insists hurts way more than it sounds. He claims he doesn't need to go to hospital and communicates to you the importance of you giving him a massage and that that's all he needs. So today, Prior to your scheduled 'make Jeno feel better-cuddle-sesh' (named by him) you planned to give him a nice muscle relaxing massage following the tutorial you watched on youtube shortly after you recieved his phonecall sharing the 'horrible news' and making plans on how you're gonna make him feel better. You had prepared some candles for him and when he came through the door, you gave him a tight hug around the waist and grabbed his hand dragging him to the sofa, he follows along scraping his feet along the floor pouting his lips. You lead him to the couch where you took off his coat and felt around his back as he winced in pain. 'My baby's really hurt hmmm' you frown. You practice what you learnt from youtube, losely following the circular hand movements from the tutorial, he groaned in approval, he made it seem like a joke but he really was injured. You instruct him to take off his shirt as you hurry to your feet to grab an an ice pack from the freezer. You sit down next to him and he rests his chin on your thigh, you smoothed the pack of frozen peas along his bruised back. You then start to skim your nails lightly along to soothe the pins and needles from the contact with the cold pack. You could feel his tense muscles start to relax. 'You always know what to do to make me feel better'

Jaemin

Jaemin walks through the door with a grin on his face happy to see you,he rushes to the couch you're lying on, gently sitting next to you and he softly peppers kisses all over your face 'aaa! You're so cute, let me take care of you' he says, lifting your head onto his lap and carressing your hair. You block his hands and sit up, to stare at him with a serious expression 'no, today, I'm gonna take care of you.' You say straddling his lap and cupping his face, squishing his cheeks to the point where his eyes close and pressing a short sweet peck on his stretched out lips. 'What are you going to do' he barely makes out as you're still squeezing the life out of him, lowering his hands to rest on your hips. You swing your legs around his waist to hug him on his side with your back facing the longer side of the couch, wraping your arms around his neck and pulling backwards causing him to topple over and land on top of you. 'Move down u idiot' he obeys squirming down the couch and his legs are sticking up into the air from the knees down due to the couch's arm rest. The couch obviously isn't big enough for the two of you but he's not going to ruin your moment. 'I'm gonna take care of you' you kiss his temple and start carresing his back leaving small scratches as he took in your sweet addictive natural scent 'I love you' he mumbles against your arm, you leave sweet trails of soft scratches down his back. In your mind you were totally wooing him with your romantic tactics but in reality, this couch was way too small for the two of you and his butt was hanging in the air. But for Jaemin, he wouldn't rather be anywhere else but in your arms. Because this is so perfect and just so you. You decided you're going to take care of him today and he just loves The idea of that

Haechan

He enters your bedroom in your shared appartment where you were sitting up against the headboard, peacefully playing silly little games on your phone when he comes leaping at you; 'babbyy' practically throwing himself onto your still figure, head in your lap, snaking his arms around your waste with his cheek pressed against your stomach. 'Look at meee' your eyes were still glued to your phone as you've almost completed level 30 of doors on roblox. He gives you grabby hands so you put your elbow on his head to move him out of the way so you can focus. He lets you stay like that sighing as you get through door 30 and just win your mini goal 'YES!!' you exclaim happily as you'd been stuck on that level for a while. 'Sorry what were u saying?' He turns over onto his back, 'Give me attention' he says bringing your hand to his lips 'anything for my patient boyfriend' you say cupping his cheeks 'what can I do for you?' 'Can you scratch my back I need your touch right now' you tickle his stomach as if to answer 'of course' and he starts to whine and squirm, then you trace your hands to his hair. He turns back to his previous position with his arms around your waist. 'I want to eat you' as he makes a threatening facial expression pretenting to eat your stomach, you feign a gasp and make a soft scratching motion from his scalp to his lower back. Melting into your touch, his eyes slowly flutter close. In love with the sensation of your touch, he grabs your hand and puts it through the neckhole of his sweater leading you to his bare skin. 'Ah.. I'm seriously in love with you'

Chenle

You two were just coming from the grocery store he dragged you out of bed to 'chenlee I'm so tired of walking I hate you'

'Welllll I can get you a ride?' He replies smugly 'PLEASE THANK YOU MY LEGS ARE ABOUT TO GIVING IN' you say thanking god that you don't have to walk another step. He puts the groceries in his hands onto the floor and kneels down infront of you 'Chuber at your service, the boyfriend uber service' you deadpan at him, walking straight past his ridiculous antics; he giggles as he follows, still on his knees infront of you with that pisstaking grin on his face. You sigh in defeat and wrap your arms around his neck, he retaliates by quickly standing up and sticking his butt out causing you to fling your legs out 'CHENLE'. You can practically hear his cocky smirk as he stands up straight and goes back to collect your groceries 'Chenle I'm far too old to be getting piggy back rides' 'It's keeping the romance aliiive!' You can only roll your eyes. You've got quite a bit to walk until you two can get to your appartment, he's staying over tonight so you went to get his snacks because 'you don't know how to get good snacks' 'Y/n my head itches, can you scratch the left side, my hands are obviously full' you can tell he rolled his eyes. 'It's because your head is covered with dandruff' you retaliate and stick your tongue out. You lightly separate his bone straight dark brown hair and scratch exactly where he needed it, slowly making your way to his nape, reverting to wrapping your arms around his front and scratching his sides which he responds to with laughter and slightly starts to sway 'that tickles' he says between breaths of laughter. You start scratching his upper back and he can feel the soft stroaks through his fabric winter coat, It was soothing. 'That feels really nice.' He almost wanted to close his eyes but he'll have to save that for when he's at your house cozy in your blankets with you in his arms.

Jisung

This baby managed to get sun burnt because he forgot sunscreen yesterday on your vacation with his and your group of friends. Him and his friends had been playing volleyball while your group hit the pool. He got lightly sunburnt so now hes sat imbetween your outstretched legs as you applying some remedy oil to his skin, along with some sunscreen. 'You seriously need to be more careful jisung, you're not a little kid anymore, seriously' he lowers his head and starts tracing shapes on your shin, you lightly copy those shapes into his sunscreen covered back with your nails. 'Ah!' He whined, you give a worried expression as you ask 'am I hurting you?' One hand brought to your mouth for dramatic effect, retracting your hands to rest them on his hips 'no it feels nice, don't stop, I'm just really ticklish on my back' he confessed shyly laughing. 'actually, this feels kind of nice'. Well! You say quickly rising to your feet as a sheepish smile follows, you look ridiculous, time to capture my amazing artwork you say as you make that picture frame motion; closing one eye to look at your masterpiece through your lense, you see jisung has turned around and is staring at you with those googly eyes. You turned quickly to find your phone ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks.

Tysm for reading and thank you anon for giving me such a cute theme to work with!

Asks don't bother me at all I love replying to these so flood ky ask box guys!!

I love you all SOOOOO MUCH mwah!

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nerdieforpedro · 5 months

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The Brave, The Bold, The Dirty - Fanfics that I adore

Volume 2

Fanfics that I am currently reading or re-read because they’re that good!! ��

This list is for those aged 18 and up, please respect the author's tags, warnings and notes as they are there for a reason.

Crawling Back to You Author: @prolix-yuy

(Dieter Bravo x female reader) There’s a secret that Hollywood has been keeping from us that explains so much. Found out I find horns sexy.

This Charming Man

Author: @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

(Frankie Morales x OFC Camilla) No one said Frankie had to be good all the time. To be fair, he's had some major life events. He's unhinged but also sweet. He's got layers. Some of the layers are concerning. Make sure to check the warnings before reading. Dark fluff!

Dr. WeVibe; or How Dieter Bravo Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Remote Vibrator

Author: @imalrightllama (Dieter Bravo x female reader {established relationship}, Dieter Bravo x female reader x male soft Dom, Dieter Bravo x male soft Dom) This is smut. It has evolved into ultra smut and eventually reaches super ultra smut. There's also toy use. You have to read it to understand.

Opia Author: @artemiseamoon

(Ezra x black female reader) A woman's journey for a payday leads her to meet Ezra under less than ideal circumstances. The bond they form is life-long.

Kinktober 2023 Author: @palioom

Thirty one days of October - thirty one different fics each with their own theme to sink your eyeballs into. Make sure to double check warnings.

going slow Author: @ezrasbirdie

(Javier Peña x female reader) An issue that no one really speaks about but can make sexual intimacy extremely difficult. Thankfully, Javier Peña is a sweetheart and willing to take it at the reader's pace.

anytime Author: @undercoverpena

(Javier Peña x female reader) Reader and Javier have been friends for years. Seen each other through the best and worst of times. Javier's mind is rattled and there always seems to be one thing or person rather that settles him.

I like the way you Author: @undercoverpena

(Frankie Morales x female reader) Reader is friends with Frankie. An offhand remark leads a becoming friends with benefits. What could go wrong? Feelings? No one agreed to that.

When the west was wild Author: @boliv-jenta

(Silva x OFC) Nine part story about a woman living alone in the west. An injured strange changes her life, for better, for worse? Read and find out.

Be all and Endor Jyr’ika Author: @djarins-cyare

(Din Darin x OFC) An epic love story told over 40 chapters. Use the bathroom, get a blanket and get comfy, there's reading to be done.

Darkness Author: @ezrasbirdie

(Ezra x female reader) We all know Ezra has explored many ways, things and positions. One that he has not explored is our reader. He's a bit scuzzy, but a gentleman - mostly. You gotta invite him in, give him the ok.

Moonlit Serenades Author: @geminimoonbeamx

(Poe Dameron x plus size female reader) Poe needs some comfort after a tough mission that only the reader can provide.

Headshots Author: @secretelephanttattoo

(Marcus Pike x OFC Ella) Turns out reader's new job as a photographer for the FBI changes her path in life forever. The job was temporary but the relationship was for life.

The Gift Author: @mandoisapunk

(Javier Peña x female reader) Sweet Javier Peña fluff. Reader's gift to Javi is life changing. I'm not crying, you are!

An American in Paris Author: @absurdthirst

(Ezra x female reader) If you ever wondered what Ezra would be doing in the late 1940's after WWII. Our man went to Paris where he meets the reader. This pic had me at Ezra in Paris and then held on to me tight and tossed my feelings around like a rag doll.

To hold you tonight Author: @iamasaddie

(Marcus Pike x female reader) Dark! Marcus has a very dark spin in this one shot. He also has a love a statues that extends to the reader. Please read the warnings before reading.

Full of colors. Author: @trulybetty

(Tim Rockford x female reader) Tim’s working a difficult case, you’ve got work piled on the table. Quality time is needed. A walk-in shower is a treat.

Dry Run Author: @chronically-ghosted

(Javier Peña x female reader) Anyone who may have questioned if dancing with THE Javier Peña in a club was sexy or not - your answer is here.

Tired Author: @javierpena-inatacvest

(Javier Peña x female reader) It’s date night for you and your husband Javier Peña. Everything that could have gone wrong, has. You are stressed out. Date night was not what you’d planned at all.

Diosa Hermosa Author: @fhatbhabie

(Javier Peña x plus size female reader) Javier finds the reader to be the sexiest vision he could see in the museum.

Preciously Plump Author: @melodygatesauthor

(Santiago Garcia x plus size female reader) Our reader is a bit self-conscious, Santiago has her get over that quickly.

Dirty Secrets Author: @absurdthirst

(Dave York x female reader) Your husband Dave is suspicious about your change in behavior. He endeavors to find out the reason why.

#fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #oscar issac characters #plus size fanfiction #Pedro pascal characters x plus size charcters #Oscar Issac characters x plus size #javier pena #Dave york #santiago garcia #marcus pike #dieter bravo #pedro pascal fanfiction #tim rockford #din djarin #silva strange way of life #frankie catfish morales #Nerdie’s recs

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southpawbitch · 7 months

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Homebody | Rhett Abbott x Reader

Masterlist (this is part SIX; read the others here)

word count: 1.9k

summary: eight months later; rhett is back and some things have changed

warnings: drinking, trevor tillerson being...not great

A/N: ok ok so I've been sitting on this for an embarrassingly long amount of time because I feel like everyone (including me) isn't excited about it anymore, but I've actually really enjoyed writing this and can't believe it's almost over!! hope u enjoy!!! x MJ

You reach your hand up and pinch the skin of your forearm so tightly you leave a crescent shaped mark behind when you finally drop your hand. You’re awake. This is real life, and Rhett Abbott is standing just across the road from you, loading bags of topsoil into the back of his truck as if it’s just another Tuesday evening on main street in Wabang. It would be if not for the fact that he’s been living somewhere around Denver for the past eight months–doing god knows what with god knows who. Well, you know who, but you’d rather not think about her right now.

His return is not something you expected–not when you know about Cecilia turning his room into her study and Royal hiring someone to replace him only a month after his absence. He didn’t even make it back for Christmas. It all seemed so permanent–like he was going to be gone forever.

You remember the day he left like it was yesterday. You had been busy wedding planning with your mom–picking out table linens and centerpieces at a cute event rental place a few towns over. Your head was spinning with all the decisions that you’d be making practically on your own. Ben wasn’t too involved in the process, and your mom just wanted you to be happy, but you weren’t happy, which is why you felt a weight lift off of your shoulders when your phone vibrated in your bag and Rhett’s name flashed across the screen. It had only been a week since he showed up to your house, ending everything, and you perked up at the thought of him changing his mind.

Except it wasn’t Rhett on the other line when you answered.

“Hey.” You greet sweetly, excusing yourself from the conversation with the sales associate and your mom to take the phone call outside. There’s silence on the other end as the cool breeze outside causes the hair on your arms to raise. “Rhett?”

“Do you know where Rhett is?” The voice on the other end belongs to his brother, Perry. You swallow nervously, looking around you to see if anyone might be close by as you feel tears begin to well up in your eyes when you remember the conversation you had with him only a few days ago. It was less of a conversation and more of him telling you that he was leaving because he couldn’t see you anymore–like you were the reason he wanted to skip town.

You were heartbroken, but you didn’t think he’d actually do it. You thought once he cooled off, he’d be back to his normal self again. Apparently not.

“You’re the last person he called, and he left his phone on his bed…we’re just worried.” You can hear it in his voice. Although they don’t get along too well, Rhett’s still his brother, and he’s been through more in the past few years than you could possibly imagine. You pull yourself together for his sake. He probably doesn’t know why the two of you were speaking, nor does he care. He just wants answers, and unfortunately, you think you have one for him. It’s like the missing pieces to this shitty puzzle are just now presenting themselves to you. Maria was accepted into a law school in Denver. She left just days after Rhett visited you. You didn’t even put two and two together–not even when Rhett all but confirmed that they were together officially.

“I’m sure he’s just with Maria. You should call her.” You say flatly, keeping calm despite the anger and sadness that you feel on the inside. Perry doesn’t say much else. He hangs up and you walk back inside to continue planning for your wedding. The weight of the ring on your finger feels heavier now than it ever has, knowing that whatever you and Rhett had between you is officially over and you’re Ben’s for good. Forever.

When he’s finished loading everything, he hops up to sit on the tailgate of the truck and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it with ease. The sun is setting, and most of the shops in town are closed at this point. Only a few cars remain on the street. He doesn’t seem to notice you standing on the other side of the road, staring at him. He looks out towards the mountain range, just beyond the edge of town, bending his leg up and wrapping his arm around it, resting his chin on his knee as he blows a puff of smoke out of his mouth. Like he never left.

Rhett sits at your favorite coffee shop–the one on the corner of Heath Street that has a nice view of the mountain range in the distance–waiting for you to walk through the creaky, wooden door and order your usual. He’s been back for almost a week, but he’s yet to see you anywhere around town, and he’s smarter than to start asking–he knows that wouldn’t be a good look for either of you, and he doesn’t want you to know how desperate he is to find out how you’re doing. He was hoping that running into you accidentally would ease his mind a little. Even just seeing you from across the room would be enough to ease his mind.

He could just ask Perry, but that would turn into a whole thing. He knows Perry called you after he ran off. It was hard enough trying to convince him that nothing was going on between him and an engaged woman, but it seems all is forgotten now that he’s back for good, and he doesn’t want to open that whole conversation up again.

Because he is home for good.

Denver wasn’t for him, and bull riding just didn’t feel the same without any kind of support system. Things with Maria were a whole different beast. He knew they wouldn’t last. He spent most of his time there thinking about you and pretending he could be just as happy with someone else, but it’s a lot easier said than done. He missed how easy it was to talk to you and how you didn’t try to turn him into someone that he’s not. He never would’ve thought you’d have this hold on him. He thought leaving was the right thing to do–leaving so that you could be happy without him getting in the middle of the plans you made for your future. He wants to make sure he made the right decision, so he waits for you.

But you never show. Not in the four hours that he’s been sitting here have you even walked past the building. He’s about to throw his coffee out and leave once the clock strikes noon, and it’s clear that you won’t be stopping by, but then he hears the familiar shriek of one of your friends–Katie Palmer. He stays seated, keeping his back pressed hard against the booth as he turns his head ever so slightly as if it will make his hearing better. She’s just in the booth behind him, talking to someone on the phone.

“Jade and I are leaving around ten, but she did say she might meet us at The Pit Bar later.” She lets out a small chuckle in response to the person on the other end. “No, no…don’t worry about it. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind the company.” Is she talking about you, or maybe to you? He can’t imagine who else it could be unless you’ve stopped talking to your friends in the eight months he’s been away. The conversation ends there, though, giving him nothing more than a vague timeframe and the name of a bar in town. It’s not his favorite. The Tillersons have sort of claimed it as their own territory, and it’s not often Rhett leaves there without a bit of blood on his knuckles, but if there’s a chance you could be there, he’ll take it.

He places his Stetson on top of his head and gets up, taking one last look around the coffee shop as he heads towards the exit with his unfinished room temperature latte.

It’s almost midnight when you step outside The Pit Bar to take a breather and have a cigarette before rejoining your rowdy friends for the night. It’s the first time in a long time you’ve agreed to a night out. You haven’t been anywhere except work and the general store for most of the year, but you miss your life. You miss getting coffee at Hitch’s every morning and having lunch at the diner with your friends once a week. You miss going out and drinking and having fun. One day, you suppose, it’ll be fun again.

The door to the bar swings open and out walks Trevor Tillerson. He looks in your direction and smiles, making his way over. You take a deep breath, dropping your hand and ashing the cigarette into the gravel below your feet as he greets you, tilting his hat slightly like he’s some sort of gentleman. You give a small smile in return, taking a drag and breathing it in as you look out into the parking lot–doing your best to ignore the six-foot man standing right next to you.

“Oh, come on.” He chuckles, and though he’s smiling, his tone is a little sinister. “Can I bum one, baby?”

You’re not sure where he gets off on calling you baby, but you do your best to ignore the atrocious pet name and his audacity. “This was my last one, sorry.”

He steps closer and places his hand on the building behind your head, partially blocking you in. He mumbles out something, but you can’t tell exactly what it is. He’s very drunk and very much trying to flirt with you–something you’ve been trying to get used to ever since you called off your engagement with Ben. Guys who never even looked in your direction before were suddenly all over you all the time, which is why you had to stop going out. You couldn’t handle the attention, or the fact that the one person you wanted was hundreds of miles away.

“I can take you home if you need a ride.” He says somewhat politely, reaching up and pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, causing the hair on your arms to raise in a spine-chilling way. His hand lingers for a moment and you feel yourself stiffen. You’re more than uncomfortable, and you have no idea how to get out of it. Trevor’s just trying to get into your pants–you know that–but you also know that he has a bad temper when he’s mad, and though you’ve never known him to hit a woman, you don’t want to be the first.

“I don’t need a ride.” You confirm sweetly, watching his eyes turn dark with rage as his mouth turns down into a frown. His hand curls into a fist and pounds into the wall behind you, causing you to jump slightly.

“I don’t know why you’re playing so hard to get.” He spits out, leaning down so that his face is mere inches from your own. You take a deep breath, feeling yourself sink deeper into the wood of the building behind you and screw your eyes shut, preparing to wind back your dominant arm to attack his face when suddenly, the heat from his body is gone and a strangled grunt comes from his throat.

Your eyes open the second that Rhett’s fist connects with Trevor’s jaw.

#rhett abbott #Rhett abbott x reader #Rhett abbot x reader #outer range #outer range fanfic #lewis pullman #rhett abbott fanfiction #Rhett abbott fanfic

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dmercer91 · 11 months

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relationship headcanons, sc26

there will be no sleeping on shea on my watch

i have some luke hcs coming early next week!! thank you to people who have requested and are being patient w me

starting off as friends and he’s constantly flirting with you (notably very badly) so you flirt back harmlessly

it’s just jokes until someone else does it with you and he’s like 😟 ok wait was i joking?? (he wasn’t)

he asks you out by throwing you a puck with the question

you weren’t the one who originally caught it so that was a very awkward moment, not his proudest for sure

being a little taller than him and everyone giving him a hard time about it so you start wearing your converse more often rather than boots or anything that makes you taller

you know they’re not trying to be mean to you cause you’re all friends but you feel bad for seamus

he’s dramatic about it when he notices cause you’re trying to find flat shoes that go with an outfit and he’s seen you wear the same thing with boots before

“you haven’t worn your docs in forever, baby. they’d look good with that”

“yeah but they make me like over six feet tall, shea” “… yeah? you used to love them,”

a long time of awkward silence and even more awkward eye contact ensues and he asks if you don’t like / feel embarrassed being evidently taller than him

“what? no!” “then wha-“

and then rutger comes through the door scrolling on his phone completely unaware of everything and seamus raises an eyebrow while both of you eye him walking away

“put the boots on, y/n,”

he comes into whatever function you’re going to with his arm around your shoulders and when ethan starts to say something seamus flips his hat around and slaps it down so it hits him in the nose

everyone who was there kinda got the hint after that

karaoke nights.

he cannot sing for the life of him but you’re having the time of your life so he will belt any song you pick and spin you around

sometimes he won’t even know the song and he’s honestly just there to be your personal hype man

you guys keep the playful friendship banter you had while you’d been just friends

you’ll be in bed about to fall asleep and all of the sudden he slaps you up the back of the head and you’re wide awake

“take out your contacts, dumbass. gonna go blind one of these days i swear”

you’ll do the same for him if he’s about to pass out on you and you know he hasn’t set an alarm or something

dorms are a pain in the ass when you want some peace and quiet so you’ll go to sophomore house and he’ll wait outside while you go in

“can i use one of your rooms? the dorms are so loud my door is vibrating,”

they whine and complain until mark points at dylan, since luke is in jersey and ‘he’s had it too easy for too long’

“fine. don’t touch anything,”

“thanks, duker, we’ll be quiet,” “who is we?”

you grin and walk towards the door, quickly pulling seamus in by his wrist and making a run for it

he runs after you but you’ve locked his door and tucked a chair under the knob before he gets to you

he tries to unlock the door only to realize the chair was there

he pounded on the door and yelled “use luke’s bed, at least,”

by the looks of the bedside table, holding a picture of dylan’s family, you most certainly did not use luke’s bed.

you were banned from asking to use their rooms to study until finals when seamus found you trying to study with music blaring in your ears cause dorms were too loud

so he essentially brought you over there and told mackie that you were using his room and he had no choice

during the summer you guys will take the boat and just sit in the middle of the lake cuddling under the sun

you’ve fallen asleep there and when you woke up there was a you shaped tan line on shea cause he burnt

his excuse for not having moved you was that you looked too comfortable and he hadn’t wanted to wake you

“you’re the cutest, sappiest dumbass i’ve ever met, you know that?”

you used aloe vera later that night to help with the sting and now you’re convinced he’s avoiding sunscreen on purpose so you’ll give him a shoulder massage

if you’re by a pool or the lake he is the only one who’s allowed to throw you in cause you trust that he understands when you mean no and when you’re feigning annoyance

he is the best enforcer of that rule cause luca tried to throw you in the lake one weekend and you were holding onto him so aggressively that he put you down to make sure you actually knew how to swim

you sprinted away the second your feet hit the ground and none of them had ever seen you run so fast

shea had been inside and when he came out everyone was like.. can she swim?

his face fell and he left to go find you, and you were by the patio taking whoever’s phones you could find

“what are you doing?” “making their phones collateral, why,”

“they’re not gonna throw you in, i promise”

you went back and were still hugging a pile of phones to your chest.

safe to say shea had explained for you and luca felt like an asshole so you hugged him and coined him your karaoke partner for the night as a way of saying he was ok

you force seamus to learn how to take care of his hair cause it looks so good when it’s not dead and sticking up

he agreed under the stipulation that you’d give him scalp massages and put in hair masks for him / do them together cause he’s a huge sap and likes the way it feels

when you guys cuddle there is literally no position you haven’t ended up in

you’ll wake up and he’s on top of you, or you’re on top of him, or you’re both somehow on top of each other and you don’t know who’s limbs are where anymore

one time you woke up upside down on the bed, like your feet had been at the pillows

other times you don’t move at all, it’s become a fun guessing game

he likes to facetime on nights when you’re apart, especially when he’s falling asleep cause he’s so used to you being with him

once he signs his elc, you slowly transition your life to jersey and you get an apartment together and adopt a cat (he’s absolute chaos and you both would kill for him)

in conclusion seamus casey is my favourite idiot and i will cherish him (and shove him down your throats!) forever

#e’s headcanons !#seamus casey #seamus casey x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #new jersey devils #umich hockey #umich wolverines

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beeloovedd · 13 days

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Raindrops

Rainy days at the ministry (I write this as it's very hot outside lol)

Tw: Rain, mentions of Dew's transition

Rain smiles as he quickly puts on his boots and a light jacket

He looks over at dew who is looking out the window and the raindrops falling calmly

Rain walks up behind dew and gently rubs and massages his shoulders

Dew leans into the touch, relaxing his shoulders for the first time all day

He continues to look out the window deep in thought

"you ok?" Rain leans down and whispers in his ear

"mhm" dew says after a few seconds

Rain hums quietly as he begins to massage Dews neck as well

Dew lets out a soft purr as he closes his eyes and rain smiles

"I'm gonna go outside, wanna come?" Rain says

Dew thinks for a second then shakes him head

"no thank you" he says, his leg bouncing as he sits and walks the rain

After the transition he's been weary about water

He tries to avoid as much as he can other then of course hydration and hygiene

Rain chuckles and kisses his head

"ok, I'll be out there" rain says as he gets up and runs a hand through his hair

He glances at dew one more time before walking out of their room

When he walks out to the den he sees Swiss, Aroura and Phantom in the kitchen baking something and talking and Cirrus with her head on Cumulus's lap while Cumulus plays with her hair, soft purrs vibrating in the air from Cirrus

He smiles at cumulus and she smiles back

"going out there, Droplet? I think mountains in the greenhouse" Cumulus says as she glances out at the greenhouse, a faint silhouette of mountain in the greenhouse visible

"Yea. Gonna go reconnect" he says with a small giggle from excitement

Cumulus chuckles and nods

"have fun"

"will do"

Then rain gos out and immediately a big smile flashes on his face

He walks past the greenhouse and mountain sees someone so he pokes his head out

"oh hey rain" mountain says with a smile before going back in the greenhouse

Mountain hums happily, enjoying the rainy day at the ministry in the greenhouse surrounded by his element with a book in his hand and tea next to his side

"hey Mount" Rain says as he keeps walking

Rain stops once he gets to the middle of the yard and opens his arms feeling the raindrops hit him and removing all of the stress and tension in his body

He sits down on the pebbles and enjoys it

Untill he hears someone else at the ghouls den door

He looks over and Sees dew in a jacket and old converse

He's leaning on the door frame rubbing and fidgeting with his hands, hesitant to touch the rain again

Rain smiles as he sees him and gets up and walks over to the door

"come on, it's nice" rain says as he holds his wet hand out

Dew looks at him then takes a small deep breath then takes his hand

"fine" dew says, trying to act annoyed yet still hesitant

Rain carefully guides and helps dew get under the rain

Once he sees dew getting more comfortable and now with a smile on his face

He smiles and laughs before running back to the middle with dee trying to keep up

When they get to the middle they spin to as they stop running

They dance and laugh in the rain

Rain being content and happy with his element and his love

Dew being happy he's finally gotten somewhat over his fear of the rain and he's with rain

Rain smiles as he gets an idea

They stop dancing and rain cups Dews face and kisses him deeply and happily

They both blush as they separate then laugh

From inside Cumulus and Cirrus are watching this all unfold

"they remind me of us" cirrus says as she squeezes Cumulus's hand

Cumulus hums and smiles

"They're calm for once" Swiss says, leaning over cirrus and Cumulus

Both of the girls yelp a bit since they didn't know he was there

They turn around and see Phantom and aroura also watching

Phantom smiles before basically pressing his face into the glass

They laugh and Cumulus squeezes Cirrus's hand again before kissing her cheek softly, leaving a light mark of red lipstick

Cirrus blushes and cumulus laughs

Rain and Dew then press foreheads together

"I'm proud of you firefly" Rain says as he squeezes Dees hand

Dew blushes lightly and smiles with a small flustered chuckle

#Raindrop #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #dew x rain #ghostband #the band ghost #ghost #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #Mountain Ghoul #Aroura Ghoulette

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“You don’t want me.”

I don’t have any au preference. I just know the potential with this one has me vibrating!!!!!

ahhh ok ok so !!! this is the long-awaited (im telling myself this) regency au snippet where obi-wan and anakin meet!! here is the tag for the au on tumblr to find the other snippets + bonus ao3 christmas tide oneshot, but chronologically this takes place first (with minor tweaks to the existing au: obi-wan always knew anakin was the duke, mace was there their first time meeting each other)

(2.4k) (squick tag: a/b/o)

At the very edge of the dancefloor, Obi-Wan stands with his hands tucked neatly behind his back as he watches the members of high society spin around the ballroom as if it’s some sort of contest.

He supposes it is.

And being unwilling to participate in such pageantry has found him invariably pushed him to the edges of their circus, his tattered, off-season clothing only cementing his place there.

He has stopped caring four seasons ago, taking his cue from his elder brother. The people who could not hold their tongues called Mace spinster to his face, and conceited behind his back. But Obi-Wan was there at his side the first time his brother realized high society had moved forward without him: he had seen the relief that accompanied his slumped shoulders, had seen how much lighter his eyes grew when the last of the alphas at the ball dragged their eyes past him as if he were invisible.

Almost immediately, Obi-Wan, all of ten and seven then, had wanted that freedom for himself. Alphas were exhausting. Society alphas even moreso. When his brother had stepped back to a nominal role in the season—present only in body, only as chaperone to his four younger omega siblings—Obi-Wan had been eager to step into the shadows with him.

“Alas, my ankles hurt,” he told every alpha—of which there were only a handful—who asked him to dance over the past few seasons.

Eventually, they stopped asking, though Obi-Wan still attended every dance of the season, if only to witness Bant trip over herself in front of her flutist, or to watch Aayla dance the night away with a bright smile on her lips.

He’s startled out of his contemplations by the arrival of his brother, who offers him a discreet flask from his coat pocket. “To the beginning of another season,” Obi-Wan tilts the flask towards his brother with a smirk. “May we be fat with children come spring.”

Mace huffs out a snort and takes the liquor back from him, medicating with a hearty swig before he tucks it out of sight once more. “You know, Obi-Wan, you do not have to wear the cloak of the cynic just because you like how it looks on me.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Obi-Wan replies, looking across the ballroom. On the other side of the cavernous space, people are starting to flock towards the doors, each louder and more enthusiastic than the last.

Beside him, his brother lets out a sigh. “I remember a boy who took great pleasure in his dancing lessons once upon a time. What turned him into this man, who I have not seen take to the floor once in five years?”

“His dancing partners,” Obi-Wan quips back, stealing the flask from his brother’s coat. “What do you think that is all about?” He inclines his head to the gaggle of alphas and omegas alike, clamoring at the base of the great staircase.

Mace shoots him an incredulous look. “Brother, surely you must know.”

Obi-Wan scowls. He does not appreciate the tone nor the implication that he is behind on some great piece of societal news.

“The duke Skywalker has arrived,” Mace says quite slowly. “He is spending the season here, as these are his ancestral grounds. The king wants him to settle here apparently. We have been ungoverned for too long, and are thinking of dangerous ideas. ”

“Hah,” Obi-Wan replies. “I suppose it is of no coincidence that he has arrived at the start of the season? Is he in want of an omega?”

“Surely he must be,” Mace dips his head. “Though I believe it wouldn’t matter if he were not,” he raises his eyebrows pointedly in the direction of the crowd.

“Because everyone else is in want of being his omega,” Obi-Wan finishes and shakes his head, a strange surge of pity welling up in his chest for the alpha duke. It is not often he recognizes someone so thoroughly trapped, which is the only thought in his head when the doors finally open and reveal their duke.

The man stands tall in an outfit of daring red, a color that has not been popular for at least a few seasons. Obi-Wan thinks this is probably about to change now that society has seen the way the shade looks on the duke’s well-muscled body, the way its darkness highlights the tarnished gold of his wild hair.

From his position on the landing, the duke looks over the crowd. Obi-Wan can see the way his eyes widen slightly at the crowd that awaits him at the bottom of the stairs, though he cannot be surprised. He barely resists the urge to snort when he sees the way the alpha’s nostrils flare as he scents the room. In the city, this must be acceptable practice, but here? It is uncouth to the extreme. But of course someone as wealthy, handsome, and eligible as the duke will be able to get away with the action.

The duke’s face darkens suddenly, head still tilted a touch too high to be natural. Ignoring the guards who have announced him and who now are trying to gently urge him down the steps to his doom, he steps forward to lean against the marble banister as his eyes focus on the party below him, as if intent on making eye contact with each of his subjects before deigning to walk amongst them.

“It will be the mating of the century,” Obi-Wan says, taking another sip from Mace’s flask.

“It will be a boon onto our business,” Mace replies. “If the amount of omegas through our doors just for tonight’s dance is any indication.”

Obi-Wan blinks. He’d noticed that the business in their tailorshop had increased rather substantially in the past month. He hadn’t realized the duke’s presence had anything to do with it, though he supposes it makes sense.

“And here I thought our recent fortunes were due to your clever hands.”

Mace snorts and confiscates his flask. “One day, my vexing brother, your clever tongue is going to get you in trouble.”

Obi-Wan is a respectable omega and gentleman, so he does not stick out his tongue in response. Alright. He does not stick his tongue out at his brother for very long.

“Pardon me, I believe I should say hello to Mrs. Dubrey,” Mace nods across the way. “Smooth over Depa’s fourth late-to-return library book.”

“Mrs. Dubrey’s standing by the refreshments table,” Obi-Wan points out. “You’re not fooling anyone. And I would like a honeycake, thank you.”

Mace rolls his eyes and claps him on the shoulder. “Then I’m sure a strong and willful omega such as yourself will find a way to get one.”

He takes his leave to the sound of Obi-Wan’s displeasure, which is apparently music to his brother’s ears.

—----------

Not two songs have passed before Mace is back in front of him, strange, troubled expression on his face. He offers Obi-Wan a honeycake wrapped carefully in a linen napkin.

“Why do you look so perplexed?” Obi-Wan asks, taking the food gleefully from his brother’s hand. “Was Mrs. Dubrey immune to your charms? Do we owe her a horse to pay for Depa's fees? Can we lend her Depa instead? With the stipulation we care just as much about a properly observed return date as Depa has in the past, of course.”

“I…I ran into the duke,” Mace says, ignoring everything else, eyebrows furrowed. Obi-Wan startles. “Or—the duke accosted me may be more accurate.”

“Pardon?”

“I was chatting with Mrs. Dubrey, and then suddenly, he was standing before me. It startled me half to death, mind you, he is...very intense, but—”

His brother breaks off and tilts his head as he looks at Obi-Wan. “Was he untoward?” Obi-Wan asks, preparing to set his honeycake aside to approach the duke and challenge him to a duel for his brother’s honor, should the situation demand it.

“No,” Mace says sounding only slightly unnerved. “No, he—scented me from afar, and asked whose scent I wore over my own.”

Obi-Wan blinks and then stares.

“Obi-Wan,” now Mace’s voice is more hushed as he leans forward, hand grabbing his shoulder. “The only scent I could possibly carry apart from mine is yours.”

Obi-Wan shakes his head slightly, eyebrows furrowing for a moment before a curl of a new scent shocks him into stillness.

Cedar and snow, clinging to the edge of Mace’s coatsleeve, and Obi-Wan is leaning forward before he even realizes it, mind focusing only on the sleeve—the smell—the cedar—the snow.

“What did he—” he starts to say, but before he can finish the question, his attention is captured by cedar&snow growing closer, stronger.

Overwhelmingly closer. Overwhelmingly stronger.

“Pardon me,” a voice says from behind him, and Obi-Wan is turning around as if someone else is controlling his puppet strings.

Cedar and snow threaten to tear his senses asunder, so crystal clear is the scent. For one moment, he blinks in sudden, unnatural quiet as the duke Skywalker comes before him. He’s taller than him though only by a few measures. He’s older than him too, though only by a few years. Perhaps five seasons more mature, at most. A scar cuts through his brow, giving him the appearance of some sort of devilish rogue, despite the neatness of his outfit. His hair has much more shades up close than it had far away.

And suddenly how close the duke is as he stops to stand directly before him, eyes roaming over his face not unlike a starving man looks at a feast.

And then the duke bows in front of him, to him, and it is so incredibly wrong that Obi-Wan can only gape from his figure down to the upturned hand the alpha holds out.

Mace nudges him; it’s effective in snapping him into action, though it does little to make this reality sensible again.

He rests his palm in the alpha’s hand, and the duke curls his fingers around it as if he has been given the most precious jewel in the entire kingdom.

The duke’s nostrils flare again at whatever scent Obi-Wan must be leaking into the air around them, and Obi-Wan darts a nervous look towards his brother. He is wildly out of his depth, but Mace does not offer much help.

“May I have this dance?” The alpha asks. His thumb strokes along the inside of Obi-Wan’s wrist, so close to one of his scenting glands that the action feels scandalous.

Obi-Wan swallows. “May I have your name?” He asks, clawing at normalcy as his instincts and body begin to revolt. But he would not be Obi-Wan Kenobi if he allowed himself to be so easily overpowered by his sudden urge to show his throat to a rather intense and powerful (and handsome and sweet-smelling) alpha.

The duke blinks, but rather than scowl at what can be nothing but a slight, his face breaks into a smile. “Anakin,” he says eagerly. “My name is Anakin Skywalker.”

Obi-Wan is helpless but to smile back. “Charmed,” he says because it’s true.

“May I have this dance?” The duke asks again, much more insistent now that the newest song has begun.

“You do not want my name?” Obi-Wan asks.

“I will learn it,” Duke Skywalker says so confidently that Obi-Wan would be hard-pressed to doubt him.

He opens his mouth—to tell him his name, to tell him he will dance, to tell him he cannot—but before he can get more than a breath into his lungs, his eyes are dragged away from the duke’s face by movement behind his shoulder.

People.

People staring, whispering, tongues wagging as they observe.

Obi-Wan takes his hand back, cold reality seeping into his field of vision. “You don’t want me,” he tells the duke quietly, leaning his head forward so that the words stay as private as his shame. “I promise.”

The alpha rears back as if Obi-Wan has said something deeply offensive. “I assure you, I do.”

“You do not,” Obi-Wan says firmly, turning slightly away toward the surety and safety of his brother.

“May I have this dance, omega?” The alpha catches his elbow. “Please.”

“You do not even have my name,” he says—the words are supposed to leave his mouth scathing, but instead they fall to the ground between them, heavy and lost. Before the alpha can reply, Obi-Wan shakes his head, so cognizant of the onlookers that he can hardly move his lips. “The song is almost over.”

“Thank the heavens then that the night is still young,” Duke Skywalker says immediately.

“My ankles hurt, I would be a terrible dance partner,” Obi-Wan murmurs. Mace makes a noise next to him, one that is half-disbelief and half exasperation.

“I shall have no other,” Anakin replies, stepping forward and carefully touching the dance card Obi-Wan has strapped to his wrist. “I would take all your remaining dances for myself.”

Obi-Wan’s lips curl up into a small smile. “I think that would lead to a riot, your grace.”

“Ah. So you know who I am. I wasn’t sure.”

“Know who you are? You bowed and gave me your name. I was listening.”

“You are vexing,” Anakin decides with a smile, as if the discovery is one to be worshipped or at the very least treasured.

Obi-Wan does not truly think of his actions or of their consequences.

The last person who called him vexing had been his brother.

He is acting purely on learned behavior when he raises his chin and sticks his tongue out at Anakin. A second later, of course, he remembers himself and startles back, feeling the blush grow over his face as he blinks at the duke in front of him.

His brother groans. “Obi-Wan,” he swears as if his name is a curse. “For the love of—”

Anakin’s eyes have gone very dark. “Obi-Wan,” he repeats, testing the name on his tongue.

Obi-Wan swallows, and then, perhaps minutes too late, bows to the duke.

“May I have this dance, Obi-Wan?” the alpha asks, extending his hand between their bodies.

This question, repeated for the third time still just as sweetly as its first iteration, causes the blush to darken across his face.

He allows his hand to rest in Anakin’s.

With his other hand, he deposits his untouched honeycake into his brother’s open palm. After a second’s consideration, he maneuvers his dance card off the circle of his wrist as well, dropping it next to the pastry.

He has a feeling that he will not be needing it for the rest of the night.

#asks #prompt fill #squick tag: a/b/o #regency au #oh so anakin caught a whiff of obi-wans scent lke as soon as he entered the room #and talked to everyone trying to find it #anyone who had the barest trace of that scent was subjectd to an anakin skywalker on a mission #and then mace is likee soaked in that scent #anakin absolutely follows him back to obi-wan #and is thrilled by obi-wan #and infatuatd #and scent drunk #sort of ached writing this because you know they havee such a good night #and amazing time #and then they won't have another like it for months #because they're idiots

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