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Stay ‘Till Sunrise | HJS + KMG (M)

☀ Summary: After years of pining and lusting over your best friends, your desperation finally gets the better of you and you decide enough is enough. Tonight is the night you’ll risk ruining the friendship to be with them in every way you can.

☀ Pairing: Joshua Hong x Fem!Reader x Kim Mingyu

☀ Genres & AUs: Smut, fluff, friends to lovers au, non!idol au, polyam au, porn with the barest of plots

☀ Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

☀ Warnings: Profanity (especially the f bomb), alcohol, oral (f. receiving), creampie, pussy slapping (like 3 times?), squirting, spanking, hair pulling, choking, double penetration, unprotected sex, anal (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), dirty talk, kinda dom!shua, switch!gyu, subby!reader, praise and pet names (babygirl, pretty girl, darling)

☀ Words: 9.1k

☀ Note: This was a dream I had that I needed to put together in fic form and write so it will leave my head!! It’s also inspired by Ruin The Friendship by Demi Lovato! Big thank you to @sun-kore for being my amazing, wonderful beta! ❤️ And thank you sosososo much @playmetheclassics \ @classicscreations for this beautiful banner that I’m still obsessed with!! 😍

Tagging the lovely @the-boy-meets-evil because she asked 💛

Okay, you can finally admit it: you want to fuck your best friends.

Well, you want to do more than that. You want Joshua and Mingyu to take you out on dates and call you pet names no matter how corny and old-school they are. You want Mingyu to make you romantic dinners to celebrate milestones together and you want Joshua to make you a beaded bracelet every birthday filled with heart shapes and pastel colors.

You want the three of you to spend lazy mornings laying in bed, sharing body warmth and cuddling until you get hungry or someone has to pee. You want to spend holidays and anniversaries with them. You want to hold Joshua’s perfect hands and place kisses on Mingyu's perfect nose and be the most sickeningly cute, perfect polycule with them.

Every time you see a couple doing cutesy, cheesy couple things your mind always wanders to Joshua and Mingyu, imagining the three of you doing it too and your heart feels so warm at the thought.

Of course, when all of your soft thoughts of light kisses and hand-holding drift away they’re replaced with some not-so-soft thoughts.

Thoughts of Joshua using his big hands to choke you while he fucks you into your mattress and images of Mingyu’s strong arms gripping your legs hard as he makes you cum on his face over and over again. Your laundry list of dirty things you want to do with the two of them is long and extensive but then again how could it not be when they look the way they do?

You’ve known them for five years thanks to your roommate Seungcheol who’s known them for longer. Somewhere after the year three mark of knowing them, feelings for the two men morphed from friendly love for your sweet friends who do nice things for you all of the time to the realization that all of these sweet things have stacked up in your heart to accumulate to the massive, embarrassing, crush you have on them now.

You love your whole group of friends of course, but they’ve always been the sweetest and easiest to get along with. You can always laugh at the same things as them, eat the same foods, and open up to them more than any of your other friends. Joshua and Mingyu make you feel safe and loved and cared for so of course your heart was bound to belong to them both.

They also happen to be some of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen in your life.

Your eyes wander to Mingyu at this thought at his spot in the kitchen. He’s leaning back against the counter as he waits for the popcorn in the microwave. His arms are crossed as he scrolls on his phone and his long, dark hair hangs in his face. The slightly curly locks look soft and you know they are, seeing as you use every opportunity to playfully run your fingers through them.

He reaches up then, carding his fingers through the strands and you eye the wonderful way his biceps flex when he does, the sleeves of his t-shirt very noticeably hugging his arm. The arms that are so deliciously toned and hard that let you know just how strong Mingyu is and how easily he could probably toss you around and -

The ding of the microwave jolts you out of your long-running thirst thoughts about your friend. Joshua laughs from next to you, playfully poking your side.

“Did the microwave scare you?”

“I was zoning out!”

“Clearly. What were you even thinking about that hard?”

About one of my best friends absolutely wrecking my body in the most sinful of ways.

“Uh, my uh glass is empty. I was contemplating getting up for another drink.” You nod towards your empty glass on the coffee table, your skin burning up at getting caught fantasizing. It’s not a complete lie - before you were consumed with your constant Minshua fantasies, you had in fact been thinking about getting up for another drink.

But then Mingyu got up to make popcorn and you watched him walk away in his gray sweatpants at the same time that Joshua shifted on the couch and his thigh grazed yours and yeah. That’s how you ended up in such a daze.

“Oh, I’ll make you another.”

“No! You don’t have to!” You reach out to grab the glass before he can take it, but he simply bats your hand away and snatches it at the same time he gets up from the couch.

“Nope, I’m doing it.” He sends you a smile that has your heart doing cartwheels.

God, he’s so fucking sweet. You want to suck him off so badly.

“Me too?!” Mingyu points to his half-empty cup on the coffee table. He’s returned to his spot on the couch next to you, the bowl of popcorn balancing in one hand.

“What, are your legs broken? Guess you should’ve made it when you were up.”

“You’re mean!” Mingyu accuses, a pout forming on his face.

Joshua just chuckles at him, blowing him a kiss in response as he reaches the kitchen.

You’re so in love with them it’s disgusting.

He keeps a playful smile on his face as he makes your drink and it quickly morphs into determination as he eyes the different alcohols. You haven’t looked at him straight on since he and Mingyu arrived earlier in the evening for your bi-weekly movie night. You’re still both thanking and cursing the rest of your friend group for having plans and leaving you with your two biggest weaknesses tonight.

Joshua leans over the sink to rinse out your glass and the button-down he’s wearing - that’s already undone way too far in your opinion - exposes more of his smooth chest and it takes everything in you not to gape so openly. He’s nowhere as big as Mingyu, but you know for certain they’ve gone to the gym many times together and you know Joshua’s also built in a way that has you blushing and kicking your feet like a mad woman. He’s constantly wearing shirts that show off all of the honeyed skin of his neck, just begging to be covered in marks. And oh how badly do you want those marks to come from your lips and teeth.

“Can I put something else on?” Mingyu directs the question at both of you but is reaching over you already to grab the remote.

His body is so warm and he smells so good and you’re back to focusing on him again. The urge to reach out and cup his face just to gaze at him up close is strong, but you keep yourself composed.

“If you put on Spiderman one more time, I’m going to bite you,” you warn him, watching him open the search bar on the streaming menu.

“Come on! Every time we have movie night you and Shua try to put on too many scary movies!”

“The last one wasn’t even scary, it was just a thriller.” You roll your eyes at the man. “Don’t be a baby.” Your friends, especially you and Joshua, always tease the younger man about how whiny he gets when anyone puts anything remotely scary around him. Unfortunately for him, both you and Joshua love them and it’s two versus one tonight.

“It was a horror thriller! I saw the categories when it was over!” Mingyu continues leaning over you even after the remote is in his hand, so when he tilts his head back to look at you upside down, he’s so incredibly close enough to see every detail on his perfect face.

You’re the target of his pout this time, his plush lips looking oh-so inviting. Delusion kicks in at that moment and you swear you see Mingyu’s eye drift to your mouth too, neither of you moving away from one other.

Is he moving towards you right now? Kissing upside down seems hard and logistically, not that simple, but you’d never dream of rejecting Mingyu in this universe or any other.

“Move your big head!” Joshua interrupts whatever this was when he returns, waving your drink in front of your face. “Alright Y/n, I demand that you give me feedback on my bartending skills immediately.”

Mingyu jolts up, reaching quickly for a handful of popcorn and shoving it into his mouth. He gives Joshua a look that you can’t decipher. It’s quick and you nearly miss it, but it definitely looks like something. Ignoring it, you take your glass from Joshua, and he watches as you sip your drink, waiting for your verdict.

“It’s perfect,” you finally say and he breaks into a brilliant smile.

“I know.” He says rather smugly. “I always know what you like.” Joshua sends you a wink and you guess it’s that coupled with his words that conjure up a version of Joshua whispering that into your ear as he fucks you hard, knowing exactly how you like it and how to touch you.

To drown out the thirst and desperation in your head you start to chug the drink, aware of both men watching you gulp it down in record time.

“Be careful there, Y/n. I know it’s good but don’t get ahead of yourself.” Joshua’s hand finds your knee which doesn’t help you at all with the state that you’re in.

Clumsy hands reach out for the remote, announcing to them that you’ll be finding something to put on which steers the conversation into another debate of what to watch. You’re thankful for it because quite frankly, you need all the distractions you can get.

It’s nearly one in the morning when you suggest to them that they stay the night. None of you are drunk per se, but they are buzzed so driving home is off the table. Joshua suggests that they’ll take a rideshare since they don’t live far from each other, but you shoot that down.

“That’s stupid, just stay the night. We can keep hanging out.” You punctuate your words with your best pout to lay it on thick. To be honest, you’ve been debating all night if you want to make any moves to suggest you want to do more with them than watch movies but you haven’t decided yet and want a little more time. Plus you just don’t want to stop being around them.

“Fine, we'll stay.” Joshua decides for both of them. It hadn’t taken long at all for him to give in.

“Good!”

With that settled, you all take a movie intermission for bathroom breaks and showers before resuming. Since you’re in for the night you want to be more comfortable - and you need a second to try and get your mind sorted.

This wouldn’t be the first time that any of your guy friends stayed at your apartment for various reasons, so you’re able to fish out some extra sweats and shirts for them that have been left behind for various reasons.

Once you’re in your room with your door shut tight you pull off your clothes and get ready to shower. Now more than ever you’re thankful that when you and Seungcheol played rock, paper scissors to see who’d get the master bedroom, you won.

Speaking of your roommate, you think about him and send a text message as the water for your shower warms up. He went home for his brother’s birthday which gave you the blessing and the curse of being alone with the two men who are showering only a few feet away from you.

[Y/n] Cheol, are you up?

[Choi Seungcheollie] Yeah I’m up. The party is still raging on and my brother is absolutely wasted. He’s this close to getting us kicked out of this club 🙄

[Choi Seungcheollie] Why are you still up? Did Mingyu and Joshua leave already?

[Y/n] No, they're sleeping over. We’re not drunk off our asses but they def can’t be driving

[Choi Seungcheollie] They’re sleeping over huh? 🤔

[Choi Seungcheollie] Is tonight the night you’ll finally become the meat in the Mingyu and Joshua sandwich of your dreams?????

[Y/n] Stopppppppp I’m scared 😩 If I confess and they don’t feel the same our friendship is fucked you know this

[Choi Seungcheollie] You’re so dramatic. They worship the ground you walk on already, remember? Ask anyone.

[Choi Seungcheollie] Text Jeonghan I’m sure he’ll tell you the same

You most certainly will not be texting Jeonghan. You may also be close to him, but he still won’t hesitate to blackmail you to confess if he knew your current situation.

[Y/n] I’d rather risk potentially ruining the friendship myself than get that fucking villain involved

[Choi Seungcheollie] Fair point. Then all I’ll say is to just DO IT. It’ll go fine. You’ve been pining over them for literal years and I know these guys. This won’t be the end of your friendship.

[Choi Seungcheollie] Maybe just start with something small and see how they react.

You roll Seungcheol’s words around in your head. The desire weighing heavy in your stomach for them is the most it’s been in a long time. The fear of rejection and driving a wedge in between the three of you has kept your mouth shut all this time, but you’re really going through it tonight with the way you’re quite literally craving them. If you can come up with something small then it could be easier for you to read them.

[Y/n] Fine, I'll figure something out. If I get my heart broken expect a hysterical voice memo later!!

[Choi Seungcheollie] Good luck, Y/n! I’ll be here if you need me ❤️

After taking a quick shower, you finally decide the best course of action is your choice of pajamas. Instead of the cute cow set that you bought recently you decide on a black cotton night shirt that stops somewhere under your asscheeks with the matching panties that can easily be seen when you bend over - even just a little bit. Seungcheol said something subtle and you feel as though seducing them in your underwear is the most blatant yet wordless way of doing so.

Giving yourself a quick once over, you decide that forgoing a bralette is the most logical choice for your desired endgame, and make your way back out into the living room. Both men are on the couch looking at something on Mingyu’s phone when you enter and you watch as Joshua does a double take when looking up at you. He tries to subtly get Mingyu to notice you, but the latter isn’t too good with that, so Mingyu’s eyes on you are much more obvious.

“You guys showered already?” Your question is innocent, as is the way you ease into your seat between them. But, you do go out of your way to lift your night shirt so you don’t sit on it, exposing your panties as you sit.

“Yeah. We were just trying to decide if we wanted to order food.” Joshua’s words sound a little distant and a glance out of the corner of your eye tells you why. His gaze keeps darting between the tv and the expanse of your thighs that are exposed. The nightshirt is already short, but it’s risen nearly to the tops of your thighs when sitting. On your other side, Mingyu’s phone is still in front of his face but he’s doing a terrible job at pretending he isn’t looking at you.

Putting on a short shirt was the best plan of action you could conjure up on the fly, but it seems to be working.

“Up to you guys. I’ve got more snacks if you don’t wanna wait.” Both men make noises of acknowledgment but don’t make another move other than Joshua resuming to flip through Netflix.

Not a single part of you is paying attention to what Joshua puts on tv. It’s an anime you’ve seen but the men on either side of you are all you focus on. You’re no femme fatale in the slightest and your flirting could use some serious work, but you’d like to think their change in demeanor is a good thing. You continue shifting on the couch so that different parts of you graze against the two of them and each man reacts, albeit differently.

Mingyu lets out a lot of stifled sounds of surprise while Joshua clears his throat each time an arm or leg touches him but neither of them moves away or tries to create distance which keeps your small bout of confidence from fizzling out.

Eventually, your urge to make a bolder move is strong so you decide to be a little more blatant.

“I’m gonna grab a snack, do you guys want anything?”

“Nope.”

“No.” They rush their answers out in unison and you can’t help but smile to yourself.

You pull yourself up from the couch slowly, leaning forward as you do so the back of your shirt rides up and you know for sure your panties are visible. To up the ante, you drop your phone on the floor in front of the couch.

“Oops.” Before you can talk yourself out of it, you hold your breath and bend at the waist to pick it up, ass on full display. Mingyu lets out what sounds like a whimper from behind you, but you’re too nervous to turn around so phone in hand, you beeline for the kitchen, your back still turned to them.

Nerves are starting to outweigh the rush of horniness the night has brought you. What if you throw yourself at them and they completely turn you away? What if you do too much and it makes one or both of them so uncomfortable that it ruins your dynamic? The end result of the idea of confessing to them loops back around as it always does and you’re close to backing out as you always do and retreating to the safety of your room where you can daydream of what-ifs and touch yourself in peace.

“Hey, Y/n,” You almost jump out of your skin at the sound of Mingyu’s voice so close behind you. You hadn’t even heard him approach but you very much feel him. His broad chest is pressed against your back, his body heat rolling off of him in waves.

“H-hey,” Hopefully he doesn’t hear the way your voice trembles.

“You’ve been standing here for a while. Do you need help getting something?”

Truth be told, you have no idea how long exactly you’ve been standing in front of the cabinet. At the moment your brain is having trouble keeping up with much of anything other than how close your best friend is to you.

“Uh, um,” your eyes dart to the open cabinet in front of you, landing on the bag of cookies that are on a top shelf, out of your reach. When you say this to Mingyu, he leans forward, his torso pushing against yours, effectively pinning you against the counter as he reaches over your head. He smells so good and feels so warm and firm, your head is dizzy at all of these sensations hitting you at once.

“Here.” Minygu brings the bag of cookies to your eyesight, the snack right in front of you, but neither of you moves. Both of you seem to be holding your breath, waiting for the other to do something.

“Mingyu, I -” Your sentence ends with a choke as Mingyu jolts his hips forward, the bulge in his sweatpants poking you.

He retracts his hips quickly, almost so quickly that for a second you nearly believe maybe it didn’t happen, but you know what you felt. That’s why you decide in an instant to move your hips back to meet his crotch. Mingyu makes a hissing noise behind you, but again, neither of you moves away.

“Hey, we had a deal!” Joshua’s voice is what finally has you and Mingyu separating, the forgotten bag of cookies falling to the floor.

“Shit, sorry! I couldn’t help it!” Mingyu stamps his foot on the ground. You’d have found the gesture cute if you weren’t so confused.

“A deal?” You pipe up, neither man hearing you.

“I knew when you came into the kitchen you couldn’t be trusted.”

“I really did want to come to get something to drink! I just got distracted because she’s wearing that!”

“Likely story.”

“What are you guys talking about?!” You yell, both of them finally paying attention to you. They exchange a look. “And don’t do that annoying man telekinesis shit. I saw you do it earlier tonight - tell me the truth!”

“We agreed that neither of us would go after you since we both like you!” Mingyu blurts in a rush, unable to meet your eyes.

“You what?”

“We just didn’t wanna fuck up our friendship with each other and you of course. We care about you and didn’t want to make things messy.”

Blinking at Joshua’s words, the wheels in your head work overdrive to comprehend what they’re saying.

“I’m sorry, you both like me?”

“I know it sounds weird, I got drunk at Chan’s birthday party last year and told Joshua when you were dancing with Soonyoung.”

“And then I told him I liked you too because I was also drunk and we promised neither of us would act on it and just hope our crushes went away.”

Wordlessly, you take in their confessions. You can’t believe you’ve been breaking your own heart this whole time. Ignoring your feelings, stressing over them, willing them gone for nothing. And to think, you wanted to seduce them so badly tonight when all you probably had to do was tell them and they’d take care of you.

“You’re not mad at us, right? I’m sorry if you think we’re creepy or whatever, we can totally leave!” Mingyu looks like a kicked puppy as he anticipates your answer, likely expecting a negative response.

“You guys are not leaving.” You finally say, both men looking surprised. “I’ve been talking myself out of liking you two for the last like two years and you’ve been into me this whole time. There’s no way I’m going to let you just leave after we’ve gotten all this out in the open.”

“I - you like us too? Both of us?” Joshua looks as surprised as you probably do.

“Both of you. A lot.” They share another look.

“So… what do we do?” Joshua starts. “I mean I’m fucking stoked that you just said that, but what do we actually do?”

“I’m open to the three of us, you know, being a thing.”

“Like, you date me, but also Joshua and we all date each other?” You nod at Mingyu’s words, holding your breath at their reaction.

A beat of silence goes by, neither man speaking before Joshua decides.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” You and Mingyu ask in unison.

“Okay, we can all date. It’s a win-win-win. I get to call Y/n my girlfriend finally and Mingyu is lucky enough to say he’s dating a catch like me.”

“Yah, you’re the lucky one! Do you how many people wanna date me? I’m a model for a reason, thank you very much.”

“Posting selfies and outfit of the day TikToks doesn’t make you a model, Gyu.”

“If I get paid to show this face then it’s modeling! Don’t be a hater.” Mingyu clicks his tongue.

“Hey!” Again you interrupt their bickering. “I really, really like both of you so much and I want to do so many dumb boyfriend-girlfriend things with y’all, and we can work out the dynamics of this whole thing tomorrow, but right now I am so insanely horny and I’d really like it if you guys could fuck me.”

Your best friends - now boyfriends? - gape at you and take too long to respond, so to speed things along you close your eyes and start to lift your nightshirt, stopping to expose your bare breasts to them. Both sets of brown eyes in front of you take in your half-naked form.

“Please,” you whine, peeking an eye open. You don’t care who moves first - you just wish one of them would.

Something in Joshua’s expression changes and his usual sweet face turns dark as he crosses the small distance between you two, his hands cupping your face as he smashes your lips together.

Kissing Joshua is heavier than you anticipate. His lips easily and skillfully take over yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth without much resistance on your end. Your body presses forward against his like a magnet and you need to grip his shirt to steady yourself against him. He holds your face with a tenderness that is a stark contrast to the way he’s desperately ravishing your lips.

“Fuck, I’m finally kissing you,” Joshua sighs in between kisses and you hum in agreement.

You get lost in the whirlwind that is finally making out with Joshua, but the feeling of another set of hands on your body snaps you back to reality. Mingyu has silently met the two of you in the middle of the kitchen, efficiently trapping you between both men. His just as soft lips ghost over your neck as his arms, almost trembling, wrap around your waist.

Mingyu has always been one of the softest men you’ve ever known. He’s a big boy with big arms and an even bigger heart. You can feel the nervousness and hesitancy radiating off of him. Prying your fingers from the death grip they have on Joshua’s shirt, you move one hand down to lie on top of Mingyu’s. Immediately your fingers slip between his to grip his hand tightly and let him know how okay with this you are and how safe he is here with all of you together like this.

It must’ve been the reassurance he needs because the next thing you feel is Mingyu’s teeth as they begin nibbling harder at the skin on your neck, clearly intending to leave marks. He pulls your hips back so you meet his erection digging into your lower back.

A whimper escapes you as your brain teeters on the brink of shutting off the more Mingyu leaves you reminders of tonight and the more Joshua kisses every breath out of you.

At some point, Joshua finally comes up for air, both of you panting for dear life. Mingyu spins you around and replaces Joshua’s mouth with his, his hands opting to grip your hips as he melds his lips with yours. Where Joshua’s kiss was dominant and thoughtful, Mingyu’s is soft yet desperate. Between moments to breathe, he slips in little nibbles on your bottom lip and kisses you as if he’ll never get another chance, which couldn’t be further from the truth.

Your fingers dart up to tangle in his midnight hair, tugging on the soft strands by the root.

“Fuck, Y/n…” Your name falls from Mingyu’s mouth in a groan and it’s probably the best thing you’ve heard in your life.

Wanting to hear it once more, you pull again, and he whimpers your name again. You go in for a third time, but he doesn’t let you. Instead, Mingyu swoops down with lips still attached to yours as he grabs hold of your thighs and quickly scoops you up off of the ground, plopping you on the kitchen counter.

“Wanna taste you so bad.” Mingyu pleads between kisses. His words shoot straight to your pussy and you nod your head so fast you nearly give yourself whiplash.

The sound of Joshua’s chuckle draws your attention up and to him. As Mingyu kisses down your body, inching your panties down on the way, Joshua holds your gaze.

He’s a sight directly out of your usual fantasies. A red hue fans out across the expanse of his neck, up to his round cheekbones, and reaches his pouty lips as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. Your eyes desperately follow his hand as it reaches up to push back his already messy hair, then moves back down to grip his obvious erection. He rubs himself a few times through his sweatpants, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Shua…” You mewl, hand feebly reaching for him.

“What is it, pretty girl?”

You falter at the pet name that falls from his lips so easily - and in a tone that you’re not used to from him.

“I - I want you. I - ohhhhh.”

Mingyu’s lips wrap around your clit and suck hard - any semblance of a sentence you had in mind withers away. His fingers dig into your thighs to keep a grip on you as his thick tongue alternates between lapping at your clit and darting in and out of you. The sounds of Mingyu eating you out like a man starved fills the kitchen, making you dizzy.

“Fuck, Gyu!” Mingyu’s tongue is sinful as he laps at you, making a mess of you even more than you already are. “So good….you’re so good.” Your hands find Mingyu’s hair and tug on the strands again causing the younger man to moan into you as he starts eating you out even rougher, his teeth nipping at your sticky skin and his nose bumping into your clit.

Joshua is next to you suddenly, his soft hands running up your thighs and under your nightshirt. He eases the fabric off of you and tosses it elsewhere. He’s immediately cupping your face again, pulling you in to capture your lips once more. His other hand moves down to grab your breast, kneading and squeezing with the right force to have you panting in his mouth.

Having both men on you like this, touching you everywhere you need it, kissing you everywhere you need it, has you approaching your orgasm quicker than you think you ever have before.

“Gyu baby, Shua, fuck, I-I’m gonna -” For the second time tonight they have you faltering, this time it’s because Joshua pulls away at the same time that he grips Mingyu’s hair and yanks his head from between your legs. Mingyu lets out a groan that meshes with your noise of frustration.

“Why?!” The man still kneeling pouts, looking almost devastated.

“I think this’ll work best in Y/n’s bedroom.” The words barely leave Joshua’s mouth before Mingyu is clambering up from the floor, lifting you from the counter, and placing you onto the floor. He intertwines your fingers and practically drags you to your bedroom.

“Mingyu, there’s no rush!” You try and reassure him, but he has you on your bed almost immediately as you enter the room and is kissing you again.

“I know, baby girl, but I need you so bad. I’ve dreamed about eating you out for fucking ever and you taste so good and I just need to do it before I explode.”

You can’t argue with that so after one more bruising kiss, Mingyu shuffles down the bed and gets comfortable between your legs before diving back in, his tongue thrusting into you once more. Who are you to deny a beautiful man practically begging to eat your pussy? Plus if Mingyu keeps calling you baby girl the way he did, you’ll let him do damn near anything.

Joshua comes into the room then, eyes fixated on the sight before him. You have enough strength amidst Mingyu consuming your soul through your coochie to reach out and stop Joshua before he climbs onto the bed.

“C-clothes off. It’s not - ahh - uh, it’s not fair th-that I’m the only one naked.” Your sentence is capped off with a moan as Mingyu sucks particularly hard.

“Hmmm. I should make you ask me nicer than that,” Joshua teases, pretending to think but it’s only for a second. “But I think I’ll let it slide this time. Next time I won’t be so nice.” The smirk he sends your way is lethal and has you clenching around Mingyu’s eager tongue.

Joshua makes quick work of pulling off his shirt and pants. You can barely marvel at the expanse of the smooth skin of his abs and the sheer size of his cock because Mingyu makes you cum then.

“Oh fuck, yes!” It hits you like a train and your body tingles as you cry out his name. You grip your sheets so hard that your fingers hurt as he peppers kisses all over your pussy, moaning after each smooch.

“You sound so good when you cum, pretty girl. Doesn’t she, Gyu?”

“Fuck, yeah. She does.”

“I wanna hear you cum again, darling. Can you do that for us?” Joshua’s tone is full of honey and sweetness as he licks his fingers and brings them to your clit. You nearly leap off the bed as he begins rubbing circles against you, wetness pooling between your legs as soon as he finds a steady pace.

“Joshua!” You squirm under his touch, both wanting him to stop due to the sensitivity and silently begging him for more.

“I think she wants more, Shua.” Mingyu muses, his breath feeling dangerously close to your inner thigh again.

“Oh yeah? Is that what you want, darling?”

“Mmhmm! Please!”

“Please what?” You wrench your eyes open to look down at them. Mingyu apparently shed his clothes in the time it took for your post-orgasm haze to clear. His hair is a mess and his pupils are blown wide as he stares, eyes darting between your core and your face. Joshua on the other hand is only staring right at you, his brown eyes full of desire as he skillfully rubs your clit, waiting for your response.

“P-please make me cum again,” it’s more a mumble than anything, feeling flustered at having both of them with their attention on you.

In response to the feeble attempt at begging, Joshua smacks your mound, the sting rushing through you deliciously. “You can do better than that, pretty girl. Wanna try again?” Another sharp smack follows and you squeal.

“Please, please make me cum again!” It’s almost a sob this time which seems to please Joshua because the next thing you feel is one of his long fingers slipping into your entrance, immediately having you buck your hips to meet his hand.

“So needy,” he coos at you, heat spreading over you even more, this time in embarrassment.

It doesn’t take long for Joshua to be able to slip another finger in, stretching you out even more. As he fucks you with his fingers, leaving you panting like an animal underneath him, he adjusts his position on his knees and leans up to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Your second orgasm is fast approaching with the added stimulation, but it’s not until Mingyu decides to lean down and once again suction his mouth over your clit do you arch almost painfully off the bed, a garble of curses all that’s able to leave your mouth. The heat pools in your belly hot and heavy and this time it feels so much more intense than the first.

This time when you cum, an honest to god shriek rips from you, everything feels too fucking good and your senses going into overdrive. You feel your orgasm spilling out of you as you squirt for maybe only the second time in your life.

“Holy shit, Y/n. You just squirted all over me,” Mingyu marvels.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” Joshua finishes and Mingyu hums in agreement. You’re aware that they’re praising you and you’re giddy about it as the fog in your brain settles and eases away.

“How are you feeling, baby girl?” Mingyu checks in with you after you’ve had time to come down. “Do you want to stop? Because we definitely can.”

“Yeah, this can be it for tonight if you want it to be.”

“No!” You tiredly object, shaking your head furiously. “I’ve wanted this forever. Please fuck me? Shua, Gyu - ‘want you both so bad.” You hope your words convey your need for both of them, adding in a low-effort pout for good measure.

They both look at each other, having another one of their telepathic conversations without you. Instead of saying anything, you open your knees, sopping cunt on display to show them just how much you mean what you say.

A few seconds tick by before Joshua speaks. “Who do you want first?”

“Both of you.”

“Are you sure?”

“A thousand, million times yes. Please don’t make me beg anymore, you said you were being nice to me this time.” You hope you’re batting your eyelashes enough to encourage them to scoop you up and finally do something.

Thankfully it works as both men move into action, maneuvering you and themselves into a position that works best. You all agreed on no condoms since you’re all clean and you’re well-protected yourself.

Joshua’s underneath you as you straddle him, his lips moving sloppily against yours as Mingyu kneels behind you. Joshua has done a good job of distracting you with groping and kissing as Mingyu preps you, already one finger deep in your ass.

When he adds more lube and eases in a second finger, you hiss against Joshua’s mouth at the added stretch.

“Ssh, you’re doing so good pretty girl.” More praise is sung by Joshua as he massages your tits.

“Our good, pretty girl,” Mingyu adds from behind, the other hand that isn’t working you open rubs, and gently kneads your ass cheeks, both men working to relax you.

Their words and touches help, and soon, Mingyu is pulling his fingers from you and tapping the swollen, lubed-up head of his dick against your puckered hole.

“I’ll go slow,” he reassures you as he does. Slowly, he starts to push into you, this stretch stinging so much more. When you let a whimper slip, Joshua’s hold around your middle tightens, keeping you close to him and peppering your face in kisses.

Fuck, Mingyu is big. You finally had a chance to see what you were in for as you were all getting into position and this would certainly be a feat for you - quickly seeing how literally everything about Mingyu is big. You already knew this would be a stretch you’ve never felt.

Mingyu is true to his word and pushes into you gradually, inch by tantalizing inch. It seems like hours go by before he’s fully sheathed inside of you, neither of you moving until everyone is in position.

“Doing okay, darling?” Taking a deep breath you nod at Joshua and he gives you another kiss before lifting his hips, lining himself up with your pussy, and pushing in, just as carefully as Mingyu had. Joshua’s cock isn’t as big as Mingyu, but it’s still impressive enough and plenty thick, the girth alone stretching your walls almost painfully.

Once he’s buried in all the way, no one moves, letting you adjust. Your eyes slip closed as you register how impossibly full you feel and take in how heavy all of you are breathing as you wait.

“Please move,” you finally stutter.

Both of them give your body a shallow thrust to test and that alone has a long, drawn-out moan spilling out of you. Gradually, their thrusts get faster and rougher, giving you more and more until they’re both full-on drilling into you, your body jolting back and forth so fast you can barely keep up.

The wet, squishing sounds of your arousal and the lube fill the room along with the smacks of skin on skin and the harsh spanks Mingyu has started leaving on your ass.

“You’re taking us so well, baby girl,” Mingyu pants out, his hands feeling like fire as they press indents into your skin.

“So, so well, pretty girl. I didn’t know you could take two cocks at the same time,” Joshua’s words are breathy as he bucks his hips up into yours, but they’re no less dirty and teasing.

“I-I’m so f-full…” To your ears, your words sound like gibberish as they both find the perfect rhythm that has your eyes rolling back.

“Yeah? You like being stuffed like this? Two cocks shoved inside of you?” Joshua’s hands are still wrapped around you to hold you steady, punctuating his words with sharp rolls of his hips.

“You like both of us abusing your tight little holes?” Those words come from Mingyu and are punctuated with his fingers in your hair this time, his nails scraping your scalp.

“Yes! Fuck yes, fill me up,” The all too familiar heat starts to churn in your stomach, your walls clenching around both of them as you feel your orgasm brewing. “I’m so fucking close, please!” It’s a needy cry but both of them hear you, their paces becoming quicker and rougher. Mingyu’s fingers stayed buried in your hair, pulling you up just enough to expose your neck. One of Joshua’s big hands moves to grip your neck, using it for leverage to snap his hips up more.

“Gonna cum for us again, pretty girl?” You can’t nod well with his hand where it is, but you hope he at least hears the ‘yes’ that you rasp out between the whines and moans you’ve been letting out.

Your hands, which have been holding you up, start to wobble at the force they’re fucking into you, but you still do your best to move one up to rest over Joshua’s still on your neck. You squeeze around it to try and indicate to him what you want.

“Oh? I think our girl likes to be choked, Gyu.” Involuntarily, you clench and Joshua falters in his pace a little. “Fuck, she just squeezed me so hard - that must be a yes.”

“I think she likes getting her hair pulled too.” Mingyu tugs hard at his words and you manage out a pathetic squeak in response.

Now that they both know what you like, they don’t hold back as they take you to the end. Mingyu tugs your hair so hard it burns, but you like the pain so it pushes you closer.

“Oh, oh oh! Gonna c-cum!” And then you do, with Joshua’s fingers around your neck tightening, succeeding in cutting off your air as you cum for a third time. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, fireworks exploding behind clenched eyelids, and your body goes rigid as the pleasure engulfs you.

“Shit… fuck!” Mingyu cums right after you, not bothering to pull out as he shoots his hot load into you. His groans turn into breathless sighs of your name until he begins slowing down, fucking his cum back into with shallow thrusts.

When Joshua cums next, he releases the grip on your neck so you can greedily gulp air back into your lungs. Both of Joshua’s hands hold your thighs, his nails biting into the skin, as he bucks up into you one, two, three more times before pulling out and cumming between your bodies. His whines are just as desperate as you and Mingyu’s as he empties himself, relishing in the feeling of his dick pressed between your sticky bodies.

Your shared, ragged breaths fill the room, their hips slowing to a leisurely pace until eventually, they stop moving altogether. Mingyu takes his time easing himself out of you and you feel his cum trickle down your ass, earning a groan from behind you. Now that you’re empty again, your eyelids fall shut, draping yourself completely over Joshua’s body.

You hear him chuckle from under you, your body wants so badly to drift off to sleep.

He can tell, because Joshua doesn’t let you do so, telling you everyone needs to clean up first. You try to object, wanting to power down right there, but they will hear nothing of it.

Mingyu is tasked with taking you to the shower and cleaning you up while Joshua changes your extremely soiled sheets. You spend most of the shower leaning against Mingyu’s chest, but he’s more than happy to do most of the work to clean you.

Joshua comes in at some point and fits himself into the small shower with both of you, sandwiching you between both men once again. His gentle hands rub circles on your back, applying light pressure to your sorest muscles.

When everyone is clean again, Mingyu helps you out of the shower and wraps you in a towel, starting to dry you off. He removes your shower cap - which you luckily weren’t too fucked out to forget to tell him you needed - and leans down to place a small kiss on your nose. Mingyu smiles from ear to ear at the giggle you let out and he can’t help but give you a few more pecks all over the rest of your face.

He and Joshua help you back to your bedroom and you immediately crawl into bed, your satin pillowcase practically calling your name.

“Wait, Y/n, what pajamas do you want?”

Shaking your head at Joshua, you finally reach the top of your sheets and burrow into the bed. “No pajamas. I usually sleep naked when Cheol is out of the apartment.”

“Say no more!” Mingyu flops himself down onto the bed without a second thought, efficiently trapping you under the covers.

“Gyu, let me out!”

“Not until you say something nice to me!”

You let out a laugh and feel around the covers to try and find his sides. “Now it makes sense why you always want to be babied - you have a praise kink!” When you find what feels like his toned torso, you grab at him, tickling him the best you can through the fabric.

Mingyu lets out a shrill yelp and flings himself off of the bed to avoid your hands. Joshua bursts into laughter along with you and moves to uncover you from the bed linen. Your first sight is his beautiful smile, his eyes crinkling into the most perfect half-moon shapes. Whenever Joshua looks at you like this - his most beautiful, carefree self - you want so badly to kiss him and experience the moment with him. This time, you remember that now you can do that and so you do. Without a second thought, Joshua is kissing you back, a smile still on his lips as you melt into him. Everything about tonight has felt so perfect - especially this moment right here.

“Hey, me next!” Mingyu whines as the bed dips next to you as he climbs under the covers. You and Joshua pull away, the stars in his eyes twinkling at you, and he lets you go to give your attention to Mingyu.

“I didn’t realize I was getting such a bratty boyfriend,” you tease as you turn to face him, his arms zipping out to wrap around you and pull you close.

“Don’t act so surprised. You’ve known me long enough that you should’ve known. And now it’s too late and you’re stuck with me!” Mingyu winks at you, swooping down to kiss you. It’s true - your beautiful boy has been a big baby from the first day you met him when he whined to Wonwoo about sharing one of his books with him.

“You’re lucky I think you’re too cute to say no to you.” You get the words out in between kisses and chuckles.

“You say that as if you don’t use your cuteness for evil just like him.” Joshua accuses as he flips off the bedroom light, your automatic nightlight across the room glowing a soft orange. He’s last to climb into bed, moving to spoon you with an arm around your waist.

“When do I do that?!”

Scoffing, he gives you a pointed look as he leans on his elbow to look down at you. “All the time! Yesterday when we were at that sushi place you batted your cute little eyelashes at me every time my sushi got to the table and you wanted a taste.” Okay, he’s got you there - you had intentionally pulled out the big guns to taste everything new he ordered.

“Yeah well, maybe you shouldn’t let yourself be swayed so easily.”

“Wow, I can’t believe you just victim-blamed me!”

“And I’ll do it again!”

Mingyu cracks up, his whole body shaking as he laughs.

“Hey, don’t encourage her!”

“But she’s funny and cute!”

“Tsk, tsk. Don’t be so defiant baby boy.” Mingyu chokes on his spit at Joshua’s teasing, staring wide-eyed at the older man from over your head.

“You’re so evil! I remember when you first moved to Korea - you were so sweet! I blame Jeonghan!”

“How about all of us are equally cute and Jeonghan is the root of all evil and now we can go to bed okay? Y’all bicker too loudly to sleep through.” You efficiently silence them, Mingyu sticking his tongue out at Joshua in the dim light but that’s the end of it. Goodnights are passed around and you get two goodnight kisses, one on your forehead and one on your cheek. That’s all you need to fall asleep, surrounded by so much warmth.

Sunlight peeks through your blinds in the morning and when you adjust in your sleep, it leaks through your eyelids. You squint your eyes open a crack, glaring at the offending rays. After blinking a few times to adjust to the light, you glance down, smiling warmly at the sight. Mingyu’s much larger body is attached to your side, his long limbs wrapped and tangled in yours. You can’t see his face from this angle, but his slow breathing lets you know he’s still asleep, shuffling just a bit as he snuggles closer into your chest.

You turn your head to the opposite side, both to get away from the streaks of the sun and to see Joshua’s sleeping face. His eyes are still closed, and the corner of his plush lips are curled up a little, even as he’s dreaming. For what feels like the hundredth time since last night, you’ve felt like this whole thing is a dream, finally having the men you care about the most here with you like this.

“Morning, pretty girl,” Joshua whispers suddenly and you can’t help but jump. You hadn’t realized you had zoned out staring at him.

“Morning, Shua.” He opens his eyes and meets yours, your skin heating up under his gaze. “I didn’t mean to stare!”

“Oh, that’s too bad because I was staring at you on purpose before you woke up.” He winks at you, succeeding in flustering you.

“You’re just going to spend this whole relationship being a worse flirt than you were before last night aren’t you!”

“Mmhmm. And just like Gyu said, it’s too late and you’re stuck with me!” Joshua’s expression turns wicked, mischief clear on his face.

“Shua no, Gyu’s still asleep!” Joshua doesn’t listen, because of course he doesn’t, and digs his fingers into your sides, tickling you. “N-No!” You can’t help but scream, trying to squirm away from him.

Your sudden yell has Mingyu’s head springing up, bleary-eyed but still panicking. “What’s going on?!”

A sudden commotion in the hallway catches your attention and Seungcheol comes barrelling into your open room, hands raised in fight mode. “Y/n are you alright?!” He freezes when he sees you, Mingyu, and Joshua, wrapped up in your sheets, also frozen and staring back at him. “Oh. I thought you were being hurt.” His tone is flat as he drops his fists.

“Cheol, you’re back early! I thought you wouldn’t be back until the evening.” His lack of reaction upon walking into this has some of your embarrassment starting to ebb away.

“Yeah, my brother and I had a fight so I ended up leaving early. I just got home a few minutes ago.”

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that. Do you wanna talk about it?”

Your roommate snorts, his eyebrows raising at you. “You don’t exactly seem to be in the position to talk about my feelings, Y/n.”

“Oh. Well, give me a few minutes and we’ll get up and we can come sit down with you!”

“Nah, Jeonghan is expecting me at his place. I was texting him last night about our fight so he said I can come over when I got in. I just wanted to drop my suitcase off.”

“You texted him first about the fight?! Why not me?!” You huff at him. Seungcheol always confided in you first - since you lived together it just came naturally that you vent to each other first when something upsets you.

“Now be for real, Y/n - you were clearly quite busy after we texted last. Would you have answered me if I texted you at like three?” The struggle to try and remember when exactly Mingyu had started eating you out in the kitchen is real and you can’t come up even a guess of what time that was. “That’s what I thought. See you kids later and stay safe!”

The three of you say your goodbyes, listening to his retreating footsteps before you hear him stop.

“Oh, and if you get a bunch of messages in the group chat all of a sudden, you may wanna just mute it.” He calls down the hall.

Frowning, you share a look with Mingyu and Joshua before answering. “What? Why?”

You almost ask him again, thinking he left without answering, but then he quickly rushes the answer. “Because Jeonghan started a betting pool when he figured out - on his own may I add - that you liked Joshua and Mingyu and he wanted to see how long it would take you to confess to them and I have to tell him he lost!” He speaks fast, but you still hear every word.

“He what?! Seungcheol get back here!” Instead of an answer, he sounds as if he runs down the hall and a second goes by before the front door opens and then closes.

It’s just like you said - Jeonghan is the root of all evil. You fully intend on sending him a scathing text message, but then Mingyu starts kissing your shoulder and neck at the same time that Joshua begins drawing slow yet deliberate patterns over your thighs and hips. They probably sense your aggravation and are easily intending to redirect you. Mingyu also mentions something about making you breakfast in between smooches which also diverts your attention - your empty stomach very noticeable.

Their distraction tactics work of course because soon your mind is redirected to Joshua and Mingyu only and no one else. You’ll deal with the rest of the world later - your ain’t shit friend included - deciding to instead focus on the two beautiful men you get to not only stay friends with but also that you get to be so much more with, which feels like a dream within itself.

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neteyamsoare · 1 year

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Special Gifts.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Tonowari/Ronal x fem! Daughter! Reader

༉‧₊˚. Request From [🫧 anon]. Hi! I’ve never actually requested before, but could I ask for some really fluffy Ronal/Tonowari x child reader? Like a little kid if that’s possible like you can ignore this I’m not expecting anything and now I’m rambling woo + I’m hoping for some fluff where maybe reader made jewelry for Ronal and Tonowari (I feel like everyone I know made dodgy bead bracelets as a kid) out of shells they found in the beach? Like I can see Tonowari just like “yes, my child is so smart omg” like so happy his kid made him a necklace or bracelet or something showing it off to the clan. Ronal gets a headpiece and immediately puts it on like she’s going about her Tsahik duties being terrifying but also she’s wearing a headpiece her child made for her which is adorable but if anyone else but reader comments on it they’re going to die.

༉‧₊˚. Summary. You wanted to show your parents how much you love them, what’s a better way than to make them gifts that they could wear forever.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Fluff.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Threats [not towards you].

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 1,3k.

༉‧₊˚. Index. Olo’eyktan — Clan Leader, Tsahik — healer of the clan, Marui — homes of Na'vi clans like the Metkayina or the Ta'unui, Sa’nu — Mommy, Sempu — daddy, Itetsyip — little daughter, Yawntutsyip — darling, little loved one, Irayo — thank you, Akula — shark.

༉‧₊˚. Notes. Thank you 🫧 for this cute request, I really hope you liked it. I decided to add Rotxo in this, hope you don’t mind. | This might be bad, I'm sorry. | I'll be working on your other requests which I love btw, the tall req, I'm already thinking of a part 2 for it, I can't wait for you to see what I've planned. | Also pls send your pronouns so I know for future reference. ☺️

༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍

༉‧₊˚. Starred Links. Navigation + Masterlist + Prompts + Taglist

➱ "Sa'nu! Sa'nu!" you run into the Marui where Ronal is making dinner with Tonowari right behind you smiling at how excited you are.

➱ “Yes ma’itetsyip, I’m right here.” She says as she steps away from the pot and brings you in for a hug which you happily return. “How was your day?” she pulls away to look at you and moves a strand of your hair behind your ear.

➱ “Sempu and I went looking for more shells and we found a lot.” Ronal smiles and stands and faces her mate as Tonowari steps in and gives her a kiss on her forehead. “Is that so?”

➱ “Mhm, she caught them all by herself.” he ruffles your curly hair which makes you laugh. “What will you do with them now that you have enough?” He looks down at you and you just smile up at him. “I can’t tell you it’s a secret.” You pretend to zip your lips and throw away the key and Ronal couldn’t help but chuckle as she looks from you to Tonowari who has a smile on his face. They didn’t know how they got so lucky to have a wonderful daughter like you, Ronal knew you’d be the best big sister to the little baby boy she was carrying, thoughts like that would bring tears to her eyes which she’d constantly reassure you were happy tears.

➱ The next day, as soon as you woke up, you put all the shells in a bag making sure you got every one of them and kissed both your mother and father before you were on your way to your spot near the beach to start on your projects.

➱ You could have stayed in the Marui but you didn’t want your parents to know what you were doing. You thought since they were hardworking people with not only the job of taking care of the people but had the job of taking care of you so you wanted to make them gifts to show your appreciation.

➱ A necklace for your dad and a headpiece for your mom, you took your time on them so they could at least look a bit presentable, you wanted them to like your gift and maybe wear it forever. As you worked on the necklace, Rotxo made his way over to you, “Hi y/n, what are you doing?” he asked as he sat down next to you, you only took your eyes off it for a second to smile at him. “I’m making gifts for my sa’nu and sempu.” Rotxo smiled back at you and fidgeted with his thumbs a bit. “Do you mind if I stay here with you while you work?”

➱ “Sure, you can keep me company.” A smile appeared on your face, it always did when Rotxo was around, he was the only friend that you found tolerable.

➱ When it was getting late and you had to head back, he’d walk you home and you would joke and laugh all the way there. The next morning, he'd been outside already waiting for you and you both would head down to what used to be just your spot and continue working on the gifts as Rotxo kept you company talking about anything that came to his mind.

➱ The day that you were finished the gifts had come and you grew nervous about finally giving them to your parents, Rotxo reassured you that they would love them and that you should make one for him as well, and that made you smile.

➱ You take a deep breath and put the gifts behind your back and walk into the Marui to find your father cleaning while your mother sat resting her feet. “Sa’nu? Sempu?” you say in a soft voice thinking they won’t hear you but in fact, they do and look in your direction. “Yes, yawntutsyip?” Tonowari smiled as he stopped what he was doing.

➱ “I’m ready to show you what I’ve been working on but first you both must close your eyes first.” They chuckle and close their eyes but before you can do anything, you notice peeking eyes. “Sempu, you’re peeking!” a giggle escaped your mouth. “Okay Okay, my eyes are completely closed.” he laughs, closing his eyes shut and you make your way over to them placing the gifts in their hands.

➱ “Okay, now you can open your eyes.” You watched as their eyes opened and looked down at their hands in awe when they saw the jewelry you made for them. “I wanted to show you how much I appreciated you for everything you’ve done for not only me but the clan as well.” You look up at your mom who had tears falling down her face. “I mean of course y’all don’t have to wear it, it probably sucks.” You looked down at the ground trying to avoid their faces but you were soon met with both of their arms around you.

➱ “Tonowari, how did we get so lucky with a beautiful talented little girl like you?” She smiles as she lightly pinches your cheeks making you giggle. “Irayo, my sweet girl, these are beautiful and we’ll always treasure them.” She brings you in for another hug as Tonowari smiles and puts the necklace around his neck. “Nothing that comes from you will ever suck,” he says as he joins the hug wrapping tightly around both you and your mother and this would be a moment that you all would remember.

➱ Okay so now let’s get into how they would react after getting the gift + someone commenting on it.

➸ Ronal

➱ The next morning she would get up and get ready to do her job as Tsahik, she smiles when she puts on your gift.

➱ She didn’t care if she was about to do a gruesome job, the constant reminder that her baby is with her wherever she goes makes her happy.

➱ She heads to the healing pod and there’s already someone injured waiting for her.

➱ She’d greet him and he'd do the same and when he finally notices the headpiece on her head, he thinks to himself what a weird thing to wear, and Ronal would notice his heavy stare. “Do you like it? It was made by someone special to me.” She would smile at him as he eyes it again and looks back at her. “It’s kind of weird don’t you think?” He chuckles a bit but goes silent when he sees the smile on Ronal’s face disappear.

➱ “If you don’t want to bleed to death, I suggest you be quiet.” she hisses and looks away from him to continue to prepare the medicinal paste leaving him to be terrified and wishing he kept his mouth shut.

➸ Tonowari

➱ The way he’d wear it with pride as he does his olo’eyktan duties, he’d even smile even harder if possible when he sees you playing with Rotxo.

➱ He’d end up bumping into an old friend of his and they would just stand and catch up when Tonowari made a joke, the friend would playfully punch him in his chest and that’s when he notices the necklace he was wearing, and laughs a bit. “Ronal’s not making A+ jewelry for you.” he laughs til he makes note of Tonowari’s stern face, glaring at him and boy if looks can kill the friend would have been dead right now and fed to an akula.

➱ The friend made a huge mistake, putting his two favorite girls in a joke that would never be funny to him.

➱ “My daughter made this beautiful necklace for me and you dare fun of it.” he steps closer as the friend steps back starting to regret his words. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-” Tonowari cuts him off with a hiss, the friend's ears lay flat on his head and his tail drooped in fear. “Leave! I don’t want to see your face ever again.” Tonowari closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as the now ex-friend quickly runs away from him. “The nerve of some people.” Tonowari rubs his hand over the necklace and a small smile comes on his face as he thinks of you.

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kedsandtubesocks · 9 months

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I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT GIRL DAD GOJO PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Eri…if I could go back in time and tell last month me you would be sending me this ask I would’ve thought I was sent into another dimension but I AM SO GLAD WE ARE HERE OMFG!!!!!!!

Girl Dad Gojo… goodness the two of them would be thick as thieves until she is older and utterly unimpressed by her father, the greatest sorcerer of all time, because to baby girl he is simply papa or aka the loser who cried when she learned how to ride a bike

The first time she get sick he is a total wreck. He just wants to keep her safe but her fever has her in tears and all he can do is hold his whimpering sick baby. He’s reminded of how human and small he actually is because of this tiny babe wrecking his heart. He stays up the entire night to make sure she sleeps good (he of course gets sick the next week and he’s even worse at being a baby about it than she is)

Anytime she tries to crawl he is lying on the floor right there besides her yelling outloud play by commentary of her movements like she’s a sports athlete and he’s the excited announcer cheering her on

The first time she takes her first steps, he’s away on a mission. Of course he’s so proud but he’s angry and hurt he missed one of the biggest moments of his baby’s life… but the minute he warps home and the second he sees her waddling to him with the biggest gummy smile all that anger and frustration just melts away, especially when you gasp seeing her walk more than four steps without falling, and of course it is to him. He doesn’t shut up about it for MONTHS!

When she’s a little bigger and has playtime Satoru is right there with her and taking every one of her ideas very seriously! If she tells him he is a pink feathery dragon that shoots out glitter then you bet your cute ass he’s going to be the best pink feathery glitter shooting dragon ever!

He loves tea time with her and has a secret stash of cookies for them that you don’t know about cause it’s just for them!

When she learns how to make friendship bracelets the first one she makes is for him and Gojo cries when she hands him the mismatched colored beaded bracelet. He wears it EVERYWHERE! He about beats the ever living shit out of a curse user for making fun of the colorful bracelet when they see it

They for sure tag team against you because as much as she is half yours, she is still a Gojo and learns from the Gojo considered to be the best

However, when you have to leave for a trip and leave the two of them alone they are having the biggest ball for the first hour. Until they both crack and are FaceTiming you crying about how much they miss you

He dramatically sings all her favorite nursery rhyme songs to make her giggle, he also does funny voices for all her stuffed animals

He doesn’t let her win at ANYTHING video game wise because as he tells you “it’s keeping her humble”

When she tugs at his pant legs he doesn’t hesitate to kneel down to her level to speak to her eye to eye or let her whisper into his ear because they are both AWFUL gossips and noisy as hell!!! They also argue about the DUMBEST things like which digimon is best and because they’re both stubborn and ridiculous they make you pick sides!

The first time she sees a curse and cries clutching him so terrified is when Gojo swears he understands all over again why he was born to be a sorcerer, born to be the strongest. Yes it’s to protect the world but he was born to protect his world, this little stinker who sticks her tongue out at him when he eats the last bite of cake and happily grins when she gets to cuddle you and he doesn’t

Because yes you are his gravity keeping him stable and so strong, but she is his universe

#OKAY I NEED TO GO BITE MY ARM OFF NOW 🤡#ERI WHAT HAVE YOU DONE #YOU UNLEASHED ME #but also wowowow I love you I’m gonna cry BCS HERE WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THIS MORON!!!#Eri’s tag 🐝✨#cw kids #Gojo 🩵#asks and such things 💌#long post #just in case

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catszu · 20 days

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Writing Random Prompts Until I Improve Pt. 2

Prompt: Two people lost in a forest

Atsumu watches the twig underneath Sakusa’s foot snap with a satisfying crunch.

“We’re definitely lost.” He says, shoving his hands deep within the pockets of his gym shorts. His legs itch where they’ve been rubbed by the various plant life on the overgrown trail. They’ve been out here for hours at this point. Far longer than they should have been. However, neither of them wanted to admit that they fucked up, so here they are, walking in the direction that they think the campsite is in.

“We are not lost.” Sakusa huffs. “The campsite is just down the mountain, how can we be lost if we just need to walk down.” He points in the vague direction of the slope of the hill they’re on.

Atsumu eyes him skeptically from his position next to him. “I don’t know how we managed it, Omi. I jus’ know that we did.”

Sakusa’s face pinches in displeasure. “We did not.”

“We absolutely did.” He insists.

They stand at an impasse, surrounded by nature that was supposed to help them bond, staring hatefully at one another.

Ever since Sakusa fucking Kiyoomi joined the Jackals last month, they fought like cats and dogs. Atsumu was having a great time, he always took immense pleasure from driving that stony expression on Sakusa’s face to something a little more unhinged. And Sakusa, the bastard, gave as much as he got. It didn’t have to make sense to everyone, just them.

The rest of the team just didn’t understand their dynamic. They’ve known each other for years and have been frenemies ever since.

So what if they fought, it was their thing. And if they made out against the cool metal of the lockers until their lips were bruised, that was their business. Although the team didn’t know that minor detail. Captain Meian tiredly explained that their little tiffs were driving the team mad and they couldn’t take it anymore. They sent both him and Sakusa on this rapport building hike to “inspire good sportsmanship.”

It was a load of shit but also, he’d take a good excuse to get Sakusa alone and kiss that prissy pout right of his lips.

That is pretty much what Atsumu was running with until about an hour ago when the exploring stopped being fun and Sakusa’s pouty lips started to get a little less cute.

Atsumu sighs, watching Sakusa continue to make long strides down the slope. “We’ve been walkin’ down fer hours Omi-Omi. I don’ think yer ingenious plan is workin’.”

Atsumu is right, he knows that he is. They walked this direction for so long now that his feet are aching and he’s pretty sure there are insects crawling in places they absolutely shouldn’t. Yet, they still haven’t made it back to their team. However, Sakusa favors ignoring him and continues to walk mindlessly in the same direction as before.

Atsumu hustles his pace to catch up and grabs Sakusa by one of his arms, slick with sweat. “Omi,” he pleads. “Ya’ve got ta listen ta me.” Atsumu watches the perspiration on the back of Sakusa’s neck bead and trail down into the collar of his shirt. “It’s dangerous ta be out here for much longer.” He squeezes the pale arm that he’s holding. “We need help. Or a real plan! But ya can’t keep draggin’ us farther away from where we started.”

Sakusa swivels around, eyes narrowing in a chilling glare. “What do you suppose we do, Miya? Our phones are fucking dead and there’s no one else for miles but us. Who the hell do you think is going to help us? God?”

Atsumu blinks. “That’d be real nice but I don’t think that particular one likes the gays.”

“Clearly.” Sakusa nods. “I wouldn’t be stuck in a fucking forest with you of all people if god gave an iota of a shit about me.”

“I think ‘m the best person ta be stuck with ya right now. Imagine Hinata or Bokuto.” Atsumu gets shivers just thinking about it. Sakusa may leave the forest, but his two brothers in chaos would be buried here.

His attempt at comforting Sakusa falls flat as he withers under the unimpressed silence he receives in return.

Well then.

Ever the optimist, Atsumu pushes past him. “We should just make a camp and stick it out. It’ll get dark soon and I don’t think ya want ta be trying ta walk around a dark forest.”

“Make a camp out of what? Twigs?” Sakusa asks, incredulous. “Shall we make a bed out of these dried crunchy leaves and feast on the weeds?”

Atsumu waggles his fingers at him and smiles. “Now yer talkin’.”

Sakusa's frown deepens. “I hate you. I really do.”

He rolls his eyes, surveying the area for something to start building shelter with. He was a boy scout for 3 days with ‘Samu when he was 9. He learned some things. “Ya only have me with ya right now. Would it kill ya to make nice for a second?” Atsumu asks while he wrangles some large and flat leaves from their stem. He puts them in a small pile and looks at Sakusa standing behind him with limp arms and a sour face.

“Ya could make yerself useful and try to find somethin’ ta start a fire with.”

Sakusa’s face seemed to drop more, falling into a would-be-cute-if-not-for-the-circumstance pout. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to be looking for, Atsumu.” He whines, or at least Atsumu imagines that’s what a whine would sound like from someone as prideful as Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Ah, he forgot. Sakusa is a city boy through and through. “Fine, bastard. Why don’t ya sit on that log over there and just look pretty. Don’t ya worry ‘bout it. I’ll do everythin’.” He gestures to the stump across from him.

Sakusa sits with a petulant huff and crosses his legs delicately one over the other. He always sat so pretty even when he had dirt smudged across his forehead and his clothes are drenched in sweat.

It was annoying.

Atsumu loved it.

He grit his teeth and got to work, with all the knowledge of a nine year old boy scout that was forced to be there by his tired mother. He remembers almost nothing but Sakusa seems to put faith in him as he watches Atsumu work from his place on the stump. For some reason, it makes Atsumu want to try harder. He knows that Sakusa is uncomfortable, ridiculously so. He’s extremely impressed that Sakusa has withheld his complaints about it for as long as he did. However, it looks like it wasn’t going to last, if his constant shifting meant anything.

An uncomfortable Sakusa Kiyoomi was worse than an angry one because at least when he was angry, Sakusa made it clear. When he was uncomfortable and scared, he was frighteningly silent. They passed the time in utter silence, their only company the faint noises of the wildlife around them.

He’s so focused that he nearly misses Sakusa when he speaks.

“What if no one finds us?”

It’s a scary thought and Sakusa’s sorrowful whisper made it even worse. Atsumu pauses what he’s doing, turning his entire body to face him.

He looks okay. Albeit, uncomfortable. But physically, he doesn’t look all that different from how he usually does. If it wasn’t for the master class he’s taken in all that is Sakusa Kiyoomi since he was 15, he probably wouldn’t notice it at all. But he did. And it broke his heart.

Sakusa’s eyes are slightly wide as he takes in their rapidly darkening surroundings. His eyes flick from one spot to another, unable to stay still. His hands, which are delicately folded in his lap, are shaking like a leaf, his knuckles white from the pressure he’s putting on them to keep them still. It’s pointless. He trembles anyway, his whole entire body is. He could be cold, with the sweat drying on his skin, but Atsumu knows that he isn’t. He knows that isn’t what this is.

Atsumu stands, dusting the dirt off his knees and then wiping them on his soiled clothes. He walks until he’s standing directly in front of Sakusa, who doesn’t look up. He crouches down, becoming eye level with Sakusa’s wobbling chin.

Atsumu’s heart pangs inside his chest. “Hey. Hey.” he coos. “Ya think no one cares where we are?” He wraps a single tanned hand around the top of Sakusa’s and runs soothing circles over the mole placed directly in the middle of his hand. “Havin’ a twin brother has some perks ya know? I hate ‘im but somehow he always knows when I need ‘im the most. And I do. I really do right now, so I know he knows.” Atsumu squeezes the cold, pale hand. “Even if he doesn’t, we’ve got other people too, yeah? I won’t let ya die here, Kiyoomi. I promise.”

Sakusa takes a trembling breath, a wet laugh escaping him. “You really think your twin telepathy will save us?”

“Don’t ya dare knock it when it’ll be the reason we’re out of this hellscape.”

There’s a distant howl in the background. It sounded far but it was still enough to make them both jump. He was starting to panic too but he wouldn’t show it, not when the man in front of him looked two seconds away from tears. Sakusa’s eyes sparkled in the dim light and when he squeezed his eyes shut, Atsumu saw one small tear roll down his cheek.

Something cracks inside of him, flooding him with warmth. He gathers Sakusa’s face between his palms, squishing his pale cheeks together. “We’re gonna be okay.” He promises. He keeps his voice as steady and even as possible. “Nothin’ is gonna happen to us, it’s probably just a bird.” He lies, Sakusa is looking at him with desperation in his eyes, hanging on to every absurd word that he’s saying. And Atsumu, he’s not really sure what he’s saying, just that he can’t stop talking because it’s the only thing keeping Sakusa together.

Sakusa hiccups, a sob shaking through him. “I’m scared, Atsumu.”

Atsumu kisses Sakusa’s wobbling bottom lip. His knees hurt where they dig into the rocks on the ground, and he’s pretty sure that he’s losing feeling in his toes. He’s cold and exhausted. But it doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters. Atsumu presses more gentle kisses into the skin around Sakusa’s mouth, one after the other. He moves his hands from Sakusa’s lap to his arms, rubbing soothing circles into the delicate skin of his arms. Atsumu nudges him forward and Sakusa follows eagerly until he’s settled directly in Atsumu’s lap.

It’s a little absurd, Sakusa is huge. But he’s an even bigger baby so Atsumu doesn’t really mind all that much. He holds him and rocks them both slightly. Sakusa buries his face in Atsumu’s neck and they both don’t say a word.

It gets darker. Soon, they’re completely encompassed with only the faint light of the moon glowing above them. Atsumu admires it. At home, all the way in Hyogo, he could see the stars every single night from his backyard. He spent hours and hours in their treehouse with Osamu and at one point, Atsumu knew the names of every single constellation.

After moving to the city. he’s since forgotten them. But he wonders if he did remember any at all, would some be the same as he’s looking at now?

“Hey, Omi.”

Sakusa merely hums against the skin of his neck in acknowledgement and Atsumu has to suppress the urge to hunch his shoulders from how much it tickled. “The stars are real pretty right now,” he says, rubbing Sakusa’s back. “I think ya should look at ‘em with me.”

He feels him raise his head, his dark curls grazing against Atsumu’s jaw as he looks up. Atsumu has always thought that Sakusa was beautiful, even when he was a gangly high schooler with bad fashion sense. Up close, Atsumu thinks he’s breathtaking.

He asks before he can think twice about it. “Wanna go on a date with me?”

Sakusa blinks, eyes still trained upwards at the sky before he slowly lowers his gaze, leveling Atsumu with those unnerving dark eyes. Atsumu doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. He just stares back, meeting Sakusa exactly where he is.

“You don’t have to ask me that.” he says, eying Atsumu with a confused glare. “We’re literally already dating, we go out all the time and you have never asked.”

Atsumu wheezes. “What? Since when have we–I never–when did we?” he stumbles over his own words. He can feel his brain melting as the gears turn rapidly in his brain.

Sakusa looks affronted. “What do you mean when? Since we kissed. For the first time.” He raises a brow as Atsumu continues to stare at him. “In the locker rooms?”

Atsumu just gapes at him. He wishes he could do literally anything else but he can’t. He’s been dating Sakusa Kiyoomi this entire time and didn’t know?!

Sakusa seems to catch on. “Oh my god.” He whispers, covering his mouth with one of his thin hands. He scrambles to get out of Atsumu’s lap, shoving his bony elbows into Atsumu’s sternum.

Words finally come to him. “Noooo. NO. Wait a damn minute–Ow!” Atsumu tries and fails to wrangle an extraordinarily uncooperative, curly-headed sea urchin back into his lap. Sakusa is mumbling to himself and Atsumu can tell that the tips of his ears are red, even in complete darkness. Atsumu is laughing and he shouldn’t be because he is just so cute and Atsumu is so unbelievably happy.

“Omi-Omi. Baby.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“It’s not a big deal!” Atsumu tries, sitting up to follow Sakusa.

“Not that–” Sakusa scoffs. “Not that big of a deal?” He asks.

“It’ll be funny, eventually”

“How did you not know?!” Sakusa cries, “I don’t let anyone touch me. Ever. Suddenly we are making out against the locker rooms and you think it’s just casual?” He looks alarmed for a moment and then wounded. “Have you–oh god. Have you been sleeping with other people?”

Atsumu chokes. “Wha–”

“Oh my god.” Sakusa sits directly on the forest floor. “Oh god. I think I might actually be sick.”

“What the fuck? What the fu–NO” He shouts. Atsumu shuffles towards Sakusa. “Omi. Kiyoomi. My Omi-Omi, I have not touched a single hair on another person’s head since bein’ with ya. I swear!”

He wouldn’t even want to. He’s waited for Sakusa since they were 15 years old. He would have waited even longer but it appears he never needed to. Atsumu swipes a hand through his hair. “Ya really gotta work on yer communication skills, Omi. Jesus. How was I s’posed to know how ya felt if ya don’ tell me?”

“I suppose that’s true.” Sakusa relents. “How embarrassing.”

Atsumu laughs and laughs. Eventually Sakusa does too. Though, his laughter is breathy and low while Atsumu’s laughter is always loud and bright. He likes the contrast of them, Omi has always been his opposite in everything, even the physical. He likes them just fine that way. Not everyone gets them and maybe they bicker more than they should, but Atsumu thinks they’re perfect.

Just like this.

Suddenly, light floods in between them, swinging back and forth before the sound of boots crunching on the dried leaves rings out.

“Miya? Sakusa? Is that you?”

Atsumu can’t make out who’s talking to them before they call out again. “Hey, guys! I found them!”

A blanket is being wrapped around his shoulders and Atsumu watches as the entire team rushes forward. Bokuto and Hinata are crying and he thinks that Inunaki might be as well. There’s also several forest rangers with industrial flashlights pointed at Atsumu’s makeshift shelter.

“Boy scouts.” He says weakly, laughing a little.

They do make it down the mountain and Meian (the one who found them after hearing them laugh) apologized profusely the entire way down. Atsumu gave him shit the entire time, but the truth of it was that he didn’t mind at all.

He went into the forest without a boyfriend and came back with one. So in his books, it was pretty alright.

#haikyuu!!#sakuatsu #writing prompt #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #writer stuff #creative writing #sakuastu

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knight-king-ler69 · 1 year

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PROM QUEEN LEE 👸🏼💦

When the popular girl at school was mean to the wrong person and is taught a lesson that being popular isn’t the most powerful thing at all. She’s never been so helpless before and she hates it. The verbal teases, “is the prom queen ticklish?” “What would the other students think if they saw you right now?” Tears stream from her eyes wide with desperation but laughter flows from her wet lips.

Digging into her soft sweaty arm pits and watching them ooze the sweetest beads of sweat as her laughter reached fever pitch. She thrashed and cursed with ever ounce of violence she could muster. The poor cute thing, I wanted this tickling to be memorable. I held her from behind with one hand and ran my knuckles up and down her ribs with the other. Her knees buckled, she collapsed into my arms with her head flung back, only the restraints holding her upright. Useless to herself she stared into my eyes, searching for some form of compassion. Still cackling and gagging as my knuckles never stopped straddling her stretched ribs. I moved to her tiny fleshy obliques. They were like prime meat, tight and tender. In a sheer desperate act she tried to bite me wohahh 😂😂😂 I laughed because that’s how I knew she was beyond hope, she would do anything 😈 I sunk both my hands into both obliques and stepped back with my arms outstretched still diligently administering a healthy dose of side tickling. She had nothing to attack despite her best efforts, I was out of her reach, But she wasn’t out of mine 😏😏

We laugh with her as we discover her left lower ab muscles seem to host a rigid cluster of nerve endings that the others don’t posses as much. Basically, it’s her worst tickle spot.

“ Is this your worst tickle spot princess?” I asked while I let one finger dig into the tender muscle. The answer came immediately and violently. She bellowed a raspy scream of terror and desperation eyes wet with tears and sweat streaming down her face. Her abs caved in so deeply that my finger slipped from the spot I stroked to the indented crevice that defined her abs. Only to discover those deep crevices were damn near laced with oodles of nerves that layer so low one would think they were hiding just to protect their owner. Poor girl, blame your sweaty tummy 🥹🥹🥹

We had not intended on tickling her so hard, but the more her body betrayed how ticklish her potential was the more I had to find out. We held her, one braced her from behind so she couldn’t recoil while my oiled fingers dug deeep into the crevices of her perfectly toned abs. She was a mess, a beautiful ticklish mess. Hair now frizzed to the heavens, face red with terror and embarrassment, every vein popping out of her forehead. Face wet with sweat and tears, sweet saliva flashing from her mouth every time she screamed or begged for mercy. And her abs, due to her dehydration, we’re peeled to perfection every line, vein and striation now visible with every gasping breath.

The tickling was now pure and effortless. Her body now taught and tender. Her mind fucked to sub space, we gently slithered our oiled fingers over her smooth sweaty abs until her last bit of resolve was broken. Her jeans began to get dark, and it was spreading. We tickled the poor girl so badly her bladder gave up on her, the ultimate betrayal. She was done.

We called in her classmate, the girl she made fun of for having old clothes. We made her apologize to her face. She did so quickly and profusely. “What did you guys do to her?” She asked… Oh, sometimes you just have to find a person’s weakness to remind them that they’re human just like you. “What’s her weakness?” the girl asked almost timidly. I took a marker and drew a circle around miss prom queen’s worst spot, she flinched violently, still overwhelmed from her ordeal. “That’s her weakness” i said, that spot is her undoing, “sometimes perfect abs comes with little wiring malfunctions” I said cheekily 😂 “Could I try?” The young girl asked…. The terror that leapt in the eyes of miss prom queen. It was one thing for us to tickle her, but for someone who every day she deemed beneath her to make her beg? It was almost too much, I couldn’t resist😂 Go ahead I said… the young girl placed both hands on Prom queens soft wet sides and said “you really are gorgeous, but you need to be nice to others” she began to tickle the desperate defeated queen, maintaining eye contact as if to be psychologically taking back her power, shifting the balance and confidently so.

It was a win in my book.

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dracoqueen22 · 24 days

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For @fuzipenguin who prompted: 'Rude/Cloud/Reno, the exception, not the rule'

They always share.

That’s the rule. Rude always shares with Reno, and Reno always shares with Rude, and they never share more than once because no one else actually matters. They’re toys or distractions or brief surges of lust.

But it figures pretty boy Cloud would be the one exception. This is… what? The fifth time they’ve had that blond bastard between them? Rude would know; Reno’s lost count. There’s something about him that they just can’t quit.

Like right now.

Cloud’s naked, bouncing up and down on Rude’s cock like it’s his job, his wrists cuffed behind his back and sweat sheening all over that pale skin of his. Pale, unmarked skin because fuck Soldiers and their super-fast healing. Bastard doesn’t have a single scar on him.

Rude’s leaned back in the chair, all comfortable, but still wearing his suit. Took off the jacket because cumstains are a bitch to get out, and he’s rolled up his sleeves the way he knows Reno likes, but he’d only opened his pants enough to get his cock out and into Cloud.

Fuck, it just don’t get better than this.

Reno finally stands from where he’s been watching the show. He takes the last swig of his beer and sets it aside. Rude looks at him – not Cloud, despite all that muscle twitching, soft whimpering he’s making – and Rude’s eyes are an invitation. So Reno strolls on over and leans on Rude’s shoulder, whispers in his partner’s ear all seductive-like.

“How’s he feel?” he asks with a friendly nip to Rude’s ear.

Those big hands tighten on Cloud’s waist. Pull him back and into stillness so Rude can push up for a nice and deep grind.

“Tight,” Rude grunts, his thumbs pressing dimples to the left and right of Cloud’s spine.

“Better than me?” Reno asks, not because he’s suddenly feeling replaced, but because it makes Cloud tighten up when they talk about him like he isn’t there.

Rude chuffs. “Don’t be stupid.” He plants his feet and thrusts up, jolting a cry out of Cloud from behind clenched teeth. “You want him next?”

“Nope.” Reno pops the word and nips Rude’s ear. “I want him now.”

Rude’s breathing hitches. There’s a bead of sweat on his forehead that Reno tastes with his lips. “I’m not done.”

Yeah, but sharing is caring, right?

“His mouth’s free, ain’t it?” Reno asks, and both of them shudder at that – Rude all over as he drags Cloud down for another one of those deep grinds he likes, and Cloud visibly tensing, his fingers curling into tight fists as he fights off a moan.

Reno doesn’t wait for an answer. He strides around so he can see Cloud’s face, and his dick, already frustrated at not getting wet inside a squirming blond, gives a hard twitch and blurt of pre.

Cloud looks wrecked. The kind of wrecked Reno feels after a good dicking from Rude, face all flushed, hair limp, cock purple and dripping, nipples tight and red from Rude playing with ‘em earlier, eyes all bright but hazy. He’s trying to glare at Reno, and it’s a pretty cute attempt. Cloud always acts like this, like he didn’t show up on their doorstep specifically to get fucked unconscious. Like he’s their dirty little secret and it’s not the other way around.

“How about it, soldier boy?” Reno asks as he gets a grip of Cloud’s chin and runs the pad of his thumb over Cloud’s lower lip. “Your mouth good for more than bullshit?”

Cloud’s tongue flicks over the tip of Reno's thumb. He’s trying to glare again, but his breathing is all quick and hot. “Is yours?”

Reno barks a laugh. “My mouth is the best in this room,” he declares, which Rude agrees with a hum. “But you haven’t earned that yet.”

He keeps hold of Cloud’s jaw, tilts his head down to watch as Reno thumbs open his belt, his button, his zipper, lets his pants sag down and his dick pop free. He gives himself a stroke and squeeze, pre spilling out around the ring in his slit.

“Come on,” Reno purrs as he pulls Cloud’s head down and Rude helps out, the way a best partner does, until Cloud’s right where he needs to be, staring right at Reno’s dick. “Give him a lick like a good boy.”

Reno says ‘lick’. He expects the bright-eyed glare that flicks up at him. He waits for the muttered sarcastic comment. He is not ready for the way Cloud attacks his dick like a starving man at a buffet. Cloud gobbles him down like he’s not happy without a dick in his mouth, no finesse, no style, just straight up tongue and throat, and Reno’s knees go weak.

“Fuck,” he breathes and buries his hands in silky blond hair. He’s got Cloud’s nose in his pubes, and Cloud’s throat tight around his dick, and he doesn’t know if he’s going to last.

Especially not when Rude fucks Cloud forward, like he’s fucking Cloud onto Reno’s dick, and it’s just like that. Because Reno rocks his hips, matches Rude’s rhythm like the partners they are, and there Cloud is, spitroasted between them like he belongs there.

Never more than once, they told each other. Never more than once, but here Cloud is for the sixth or seventh time, and Reno already knows there’s gonna be an eighth. Cloud’s gonna show up again, looking all wet and pathetic and greedy, and Reno’s gonna haul him inside, shove his tongue down Cloud’s throat right before Rude drags them both off to bed.

It’s inevitable.

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#draco writes #unedited fic #flash fiction fest fill #cloud/reno/rude #ff7 fanfic

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l-lend · 2 years

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By the way, I have another request for you

How about writing a fanfic Hunter and Wrecker have a competition a kind of shop race for Natalie's birthday ? Using this gift giving dialogue "I want to take you shopping for your birthday. Anything and everything you want - It's on me."

Thank you for your patience <3 Hope you like what I spooled up.

Friendly Competition

Pairing: Hunter x OC x Wrecker

Warning: fluff

Blue divider by @saradika

“It was nice of you two to take me out.”

The trio walked side by side across the asphalt the hulking structure before them offering shade from the summer heat. The largest of the three slinging an arm around the shoulders of the middle individual, a woman.

“That’s what friends are for, Nat.”

This earned a chuckle from her as she pushed off his arm allowing the lumbering limb to slide from her shoulder.

“But really, I appreciate it.”

“Consider it as a thank you.” The male to her left spoke up, “You’ve helped out with Omega so much, Natalie.”

“It’s nothing really, Omega’s a sweet kid.” She protested as the trio was greeted with the cooling blast of the structure’s interior.

The music over the speaker system blended into the stream of noise from the bustling crowd flitting from shop to shop. Hunter took a noticeable breath in an attempt to steady his senses with the new stimuli around him.

“So,” Hunter began, “Where to first?”

The first shop was tame enough. The guys made themselves comfortable on the provided benches while Natalie sequestered herself away in a dressing room with an arm load of clothing. While they waited for her, Wrecker heaved a bit of a sigh calling Hunter’s attention.

“Which one you think she’s gonna get?”

Hunter offered a shrug, “Whichever one she likes best.”

Wrecker grunted in acknowledgement, “So the yellow one.”

Hunter scoffed softly, “Her eyes lit up at the blue one.”

This lit the spark.

“You think you know her better?”

“There’s no think to it.” Hunter replied nonchalantly.

Wrecker’s brow creased, “Best gift wins?”

“You’re on.”

The sound of a dressing room door swinging open caught their attention.

“Turns out they both look good. Wanna try the next place?”

It was a bit of chaos for the rest of the trip. Every time Natalie stopped for a coffee break or to look into a store, they would dart off in different directions. They never came back empty handed though.

“Hey Nat, I saw that they had those chocolate things you like.”

“That’s so sweet, thanks Wrecker.”

“Natalie, I know you mentioned you needed to get more notebooks for your writing, and these seem like some you’d like.”

“They’re so cute. I can’t believe you remembered.”

This continued until thankfully Natalie called for the trio to return home. The ride home a touch more tense than the trip out.

Unloading the car was a bit of a challenge, but thankfully, and mostly out of pride, the two brothers snatched up the shopping bags. Hunter keeping a modest amount strung along his arm while Wrecker opted for the lion’s share of the parcels. The boys locked eyes before glancing to Natalie.

“So was this a worthwhile birthday?” Hunter began.

“Yeah, but you guys didn’t have to go all out.”

“Did you have a favorite one?” Wrecker glanced back to Hunter.

“Oh, well I-”

“Natalie!”

The woman’s attention was drawn to a blonde teen running up to the group.

“What’s up, Omega,”

The teen took a moment to catch her breath from her sprint, “I wanted to give you this.”

She outstretched her hand and with the jingle of beads revealed a bracelet adorned with red and black beads strung together on a length of wire. Natalie’s eyes lit up at the sight of it. A bracelet that could pass as its twin around Omega’s own wrist.

“Oh, Omega!” Natalie squealed, taking the offered bracelet and slipping onto her own wrist.

“I love it. This is the best birthday present.”

Hunter and Wrecker exchanged looks before Hunter offered a hand to his brother.

“Truce?”

“Truce.”

#Hunter #hunter tbb #wrecker #wrecker tbb #OC

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sinfulcries · 3 years

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hi sir! i really enjoy your works so could i request atsumu's senpai catching him jacking off while moaning reader's name in the locker room and reader takes his virginity on the spot?

maneater — atsumu x male reader

author's notes. UHM I AM SO SORRY THIS IS REALLY LONG I GOT REALLY INTO IT HAHAHA. this was also beta read by my lodicakes @bunbyy <3 thank you so much NJKNDKJA

tw. senpai kink, public sex, exhibitionism, mating press, caught masturbation, university au, virginity loss, peer pressure, belly bulge, size difference, unprotected sex, barebacking, facefucking, facial, sleazy senpai reader

Miya Atsumu, by all means, was never interested in dating or the concept of love and crushes and infatuation. All of those seemed vaguely unfamiliar to the boy who only had volleyball on his victory-hungry mind. When it came to a certain male on his team however, he would instantly lose his composure. His knees would feel like jelly whenever their fingers would brush against each others accidentally and his face would heat up like wildfire when the flirty, tall senior would attempt to flirt with him.

A crush, Miya supposed. These feelings would go away sooner or later but Osamu and his teammates who clearly caught onto Atsumu’s strange behavior, begged to differ.

More often than intended, you two would have the thickest and most uncomfortable sexual tension. And one of those instances was right now.

After one of your practice matches, you had peeled your shirt off to reveal your seemingly perfect body. Atsumu revelled in the way your skin glistened under the sheer layer of sweat coating your big arms and your toned abdomen, or the way the fabric of your shorts hung low and exposed more than what meets the eye, leaving Atsumu to imagine the rest of what laid beneath. The blonde made sure to take his sweet time memorizing every crevice of your toned stomach, failing to notice the teasing smirk plastered on your face.

Interrupting the male’s not so discreet sightseeing, you chuckled. “Enjoying the view, Tsumu?” You teased, making the said male blush embarrassedly. “N-No! Shut yer trap, Senpai!” He sneered only to receive a grin from you in reply. “You know, You’re really cute when you’re flustered, dollface.”

God, the things you did to him were dangerous and the cute pet name went straight to his cock, making it noticeably twitch against his thigh. The shorter man merely ignored your statement with a blush on his face, giving you an embarrassed wave before walking towards the locker room, “I'm gonna take a shower.”

By showering, Atsumu meant releasing his sexual frustration by jacking off to the thought of you fucking him. The wing spiker shut his eyes in pleasure as he flicked his wrist around his length shamelessly, lips parted ever so slightly as he moaned your name.

The thought of you manhandling him, having him pressed up against your chest as you fucked him raw made Atsumu shut his eyes tightly. His pace only increased as he fisted his cock much faster, imagining that it was your bigger hand instead. This was definitely more than a crush-- Miya just came to the thought of his teammate for fuck’s sake! Thank God you weren’t there to witness the sinful and humiliating act that he had just committed.

By the time he came, shooting thick ribbons of white cum onto the tile walls, he rinsed the rest of his body clean before reaching out of the stall to grab his towel. Before he could even grasp the cloth, another person snatched it before he could, making him groan frustratedly.

“‘Samu, I swear if this is you, I’ll cut yer ba—”

When Atsumu opened the shower curtain however, the culprit was not his twin brother but instead, you stood in front of him with an amused look on your face. Your teasing expression only making the shorter man gulp nervously.

Avoiding your coy gaze, you taunted, “You’re a bad boy, Atsumu.” while moving to pin the blonde against the tile walls. Atsumu let out a soft squeak, feeling your calloused fingertips rubbing teasingly against the rim of his ass.

“Touching yourself to the thought of me.” You growled, leaning in to lap at the expanse of his neck, your teeth slowly dragging against his skin leaving bite marks on the clean flesh.

The blonde let out a breathy moan, as he tried to explain himself, however his mind was clouded with nothing but lust and disbelief. “I’ll give you the real thing instead. How does that sound?” You whispered, making the blonde shake his head. “I-I don’t want to..”

As much as he desperately wanted to feel your cock messing up his insides, he was embarrassingly enough, a virgin. And to have his virginity taken in some dirty locker room had him thinking more rationally, holding himself back from succumbing into his desires.

“Why not? Are you a virgin?” You teased, making Atsumu pipe up with humiliation. “Am not!” He protested.

Not believing the blonde, your hand inched towards his ass, prodding at his entrance with one finger. The male immediately jolted forward into your chest, squeaking as you pushed the digit in. “F-feels weird…” Atsumu murmured.

Ah, a virgin. How adorable.

The best people to fuck, in your not so humble opinion, were virgins. They were quite similar to new toys— they’d have your cock inside of their cunts, getting a good feel of how big you are before they’re reduced to a sobbing mess, feeling your cock molding them into your shape.

“C’mon now, ‘Tsumu, don’t be such a buzzkill for yer senpai.” You mused, giving his ass a harsh slap. “I’ll take good care of you. I’ll be gentle.” Your words weren’t the most convincing especially paired with the predatory gaze in your eyes. Nonetheless, Atsumu complied hesitantly, deciding to trust you instead, “Ugh fine. Ya better be gentle or I’m backing out.”

‘You’d be too addicted to even think about backing out’ You thought to yourself, grinning as you pulled the blonde out of the shower, urging him to lay down on one of the benches before pulling your shorts off along with your boxers.

By no means were you remotely close to small. Atsumu shamelessly drooling at the sight of your thick cock leaking beads of precum in your hand. Miya could only gulp as you pressed the smooth head of your cock against his bottom lip, letting the fat head part his lips open. “W-Wait you won’t go too deep right?” Atsumu mumbled worriedly.

“Just trust me.” You responded, guiding the rest of your cock inside of his mouth slowly. And without a single warning, you grabbed the boy by the back of his head, pulling him in closer as he choked helplessly on your cock. “You can take it right Tsum? Senpai knows you can.” The condescending grin that wormed its way onto your lips made Atsumu moan against your cock, your hips now moving to fuck the wing spiker’s warm throat.

You could vaguely hear the sound of him choking and gurgling around your thick length, the younger man’s jaw now going slack with how long you’ve been mercilessly thrusting into his mouth. “Shh, Samu might walk in at any minute. How would he react to seeing his cute lil twin getting facefucked by his sleazy senior?” You whispered tauntingly, Miya only “mmf!”-ing in reply.

With your thrusts slowly becoming sloppy as you felt your high approaching, you took your cock of the blonde’s mouth before spilling your load on his pretty face, relishing in the way your cum dripped over the boy’s cute features. “S-Senpai…” The boy panted, shakily taking your cock in his small hand “Want more…”

Your prediction was proven to be correct. Miya Atsumu was already addicted to your cock and you haven’t even taken his virginity yet! What a charming lil whore, so easy for you to break and corrupt!

Smiling at the blonde, your fingers were now pushed against the puffy rim of his ass, the dampness from his recent shower making it much easier to prep his hole for your cock. Atsumu let out a soft gasp as you started to curl and twist your fingers inside of him, his body writhing cutely against the bench he was laying on. “Mm so tight, I can’t wait to fill this cute cunt up.”

Miya blushed at your words, the venom in your voice making him flush red with how needy he was for you. Jolting upwards, he could feel your fingers brushing against his prostate, a flurry of high pitched moans ripping past his throat as you continued to fingerfuck the poor boy. “Ssssso good~!” Squealing girlishly, Atsumu’s cock trembled before he came on his stomach.

“Fuck, you look so hot” You rasped out, admiring the way his chest heaved up and down, his oversensitive cock now twitching against his stomach. As much as you wanted to spend your time admiring the view, your patience was wearing thin, and you could barely keep yourself from climbing on top of his quivering figure, aligning the head of your cock against his puckered rim before pushing every inch inside of him. The pain was absolutely unbearable-- the thought of pushing you off of him was the only thing occupying his mind as he blinked back the fat tears forming in his eyes.

As expected, his ass felt so good wrapped around your cock. Nothing beats the feel of a freshly entered, young virgin, especially since he looked so pretty folded down on the bench with your cock filling his ass.

“It hurts! Too big--!” Atsumu whimpered, finally letting the tears he had been holding back stream down his pretty little face. You only grasped both of his legs in response, folding him with ease so that his ass was raised to take in more of your cock. With you, balls deep inside of him-- It was safe to say that Atsumu was slowly breaking. It was obvious with how his tongue was stuck out, eyes crossed lewdly as the tears, cum and drool on his face mixed messily together. The satisfaction of burying every inch of your cock inside of his ass only brought a wicked smile on to your face and it didn’t take long for you to start fucking him and breeding him against the dirty bench, each euphoric thrust sending atsumu overdrive as he breathlessly panted for more. His whimpers sent you into a frenzy, your hips pistolling deeper to abuse his prostate-- and the blonde could only scream for dear life as you pounded into his guts mercilessly.

Rich, deep moans spilled from your lips only aiding Atsumu into orgasming much faster. And Your brash, rapid thrusts made ‘Tsumu moan out in pure bliss, keeping himself balanced as he held onto your sturdy arms. “Such a fucking cockslut for a virgin.” You groaned, Driving your cock deeper inside of him so that you could marvel at the little bump bulging out of his toned stomach.

“Look at that, you can even see my cock in yer little tummy.” Teasing him never got old, especially with the cute whine that came out of his mouth. “If only the team was able to see just how much of a virgin whore you really are.”

That alone was enough to make Atsumu cum once more, and with one more drive of your hips against his colon, you watched as his body spasmed against your cock, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he cried out your name.

Although you did have a bad habit of tossing virgins away once you were done using them up, you were certain that you’d keep Miya Atsumu for a while. After all, he was quite fun to play with.

#sinfulcries works #top male reader #dark content #haikyuu x male reader #seme male reader #dark blog #dark haikyuu #hq smut #haikyuu smut #atsumu x male reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x male reader #atsumu smut #hqintheclub

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jostepherjoestar · 3 years

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Rodeo Gyro

notsfw !! // gn reader // taking care of Gyro and thigh riding

notes/warnings: thigh riding, mild biting, gyro teasing reader

I really wanted to write an nsfw Gyro fic since that cowboy makes my brain mushy. So here it is 🥰 yeehaw besties 💖✨

link to AO3

–NSFW BELOW THE CUT– MINORS DNI –

“On your left!” You grunted out with a heave as you tossed the hay bale towards Gyro. Droplets of sweat trickled down your skin, forehead already soaked from the heat and the beads running down your back not making it easier not to flinch as they settled at the base of your spine. It’s another scorching summer and the stables are worse off than the outside. You were never one to hate a good nap in the hay come wintertime, but during summers like these you wished to step out of your skin itself for some relief.

The blond easily caught your throw, letting out a small sound on impact he’d rather you didn’t hear. Can’t have you thinking he’s handling this heat any worse than you, now can he? Although, his shirt has been long gone. He proudly announced that Italians know how to handle heat, boasting that his grandfather worked in 45 degree weather and never as much as peeped about it.

You had rolled your eyes at his statement but the annoyance at his antics soon faded when he had revealed his torso.

His skin was a beautiful olive hue, no tan lines, indicating he had probably spent his spare time just as shirtless as now. The muscled lines surging over him seemed sculpted by God themself, a dewy shine having already settled on his godly abs and pecs.

And his arms, oh his arms. Those hay bales had kept him fighting-fit and soon your eyes trailed the expanse of his chest where short curly planes of hair rested, only further emphasising his muscular pecs.

Like you were being guided by the valleys and streams of a gorgeous landscape, you arrived right at the river mouth: a trail of more short curly hairs barely visible by their champagne colour leading you down a path of despair you’d happily embark on. It led all the way from his belly button down to where his jeans started, his signature belt buckle making you realise just how dry your throat had gotten.

And all this in a mere second, or two. Or at least five, who are you kidding? You had cleared your throat and resumed throwing Gyro the hay bales one by one, trying your hardest to focus on the task at hand. It had been going well too, a steady pace made time fly by quickly. Just a couple more to go and you’d be able to gulp down a liter of water and a glass of iced tea to top it off.

If only that glimmer of a bead of sweat making its way down Gyro’s sculpted back hadn’t distracted you. As Gyro slowly turned, time almost seeming to have slowed, you threw the bale right at his middle, much lower than anticipated and landing it straight into his ribs. You gasped and rushed over quickly to your helping hand who was bent over and breathing out painful wheezes.

“Watch where you throw those! Christ…almost knocked me back to Napoli”

But he regained his unaffected self after a few deep breaths, while you knew how heavy these stupid bales were. He swatted you off as soon as you tried to check the place of impact.

“Sorry Gyro…I got distracted! Uh, if you want I can finish up alone!”

You felt bad for letting him get caught in the crossfire of your longing stares, cursing this damn heat once again. He only brushed you off with another quip and urged you to throw the last couple ones faster so you’d both be done quicker. You could clearly see the hit bothered him but he remained ever prideful and kept on working till the last bale was stacked.

“Hey I’m sorry, man. I’ll watch out better next time. I think I have a salve that’s really good at soothing pain. I can go-“

Before you could even finish Gyro tutted, waving his hands a little too close to your face and scrunching his nose.

“That’s enough, I’m a grown man, I’ll live”

And with that he grumbled off, back to the main house where Johnny had been resting on the porch, trying just as hard to beat the heat.

—

Ointment in hand and as stubborn as the Italian you were bringing it to, you knocked on Gyro’s bedroom door. He had his own private guest room at Johnny’s place, they’ve basically moved in together but neither is admitting to it for some god-knows silly reason. But as much as they’re best friends, you’ve also got a neat spot on Johnny’s moderate ranch he acquired after the race. A bed to sleep in and a roof over your head for when you’re helping out at the stables like today.

Your knock was curtly answered, the door being swung open in one swift move, sending your hair flying in the startling wind of his antics.

A bit taken aback by his brashness you cautiously stepped inside. You were used to Gyro’s behaviour by now and had a feeling he was feeling a little grumpy, since he always gets like this when he’s hurt but too prideful to admit it.

“So I got you the ointment…” you leaned on the heels of your boots tentatively, trying not to stare at him.

Gyro had moved back into the chaise longue that rested at the end of his bed, obviously miffed, clenching his jaw while crossing his legs. Obviously the idiot was in pain with every move, and badly trying to hide it too.

“Gyro, stop being such a baby. Here-“ you slid over and joined him, the little glass jar already opened by the time your behind fully met the soft cushioned seating.

“ ‘M not being a baby. Just- do your stupid ointment thing please” He huffed under his breath, uncrossing his legs again.

“You uh, you’re gonna need to take off your shirt for that. Do you need help?”

Your question might have been earnest, filled with care for your close friend and his well being, but a small part of you was chomping at the bit to see his beautiful torso again. This time, even closer.

“Fine. Try not to stare as much though, darling. That’s what got me stuck with this pain in the first place” his remark was quick, finally turning to face you, his big golden grin shining back at you. Like his grills were rubbing salt in the gaping wound you didn’t know he knew about.

“Oh-“ you paused, trying to control the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Well. Shut up before I poke your bruise!” you scooped up a small dollop of the cooling ointment, hand hovering just above the already purple spot forming on his ribs. You really did a number on him with that hay bale.

Gyro clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, friendly bickering between you two was never far off. But his cheeky annoyance quickly washed away as the cooling gel met his warm skin. Your touch was gentle, rubbing circles on the sore area while your other hand rested on his waist. You looked so focused, your brow scrunched up and lips pressed tightly together in concentration. He’d always thought it was cute how lost you could get in your tasks. And he was beyond pleased he was your task for the moment. So pleased in fact, that he found no use in holding back his wiles anymore. Perhaps the lack of sweet and caring touches got to him- not that his pride would let him admit that fact.

“Say, why’re you holding on to me so tightly, sweetheart? I won’t run” Gyro teased, his tone dropping down to a sultry smooth grit that made your cheeks heat up once more. His comment made you snap out of your focus, realising that he’d been right. His comment only making you want the earth to swallow you whole.

“Just trying to be thorough, Gyro. A-and you were squirming! Now let me finish-“ you defended yourself. Not that you seemed all too sure of your case, the way Gyro smirked at you made your resolve falter more and more with each second passing.

“I wasn’t squirming” his eyes had all but cast over with a deeper hue of alluring emerald. His calloused hand now gently holding your wrist. You could only helplessly stare up at him, the shift in mood not having gone unnoticed. A familiar heat already earning footing between your thighs. Somewhere deep inside you were scolding yourself, angry at Gyro’s effect on you. Letting yourself get distracted and now turning to putty when he’s only holding on to your wrist. Angry that you wanted nothing more than for him to continue whatever scheme he was up to.

With your wrist still in hand, Gyro closed the small glass jar of ointment and slid it further along the chaise longue.

“Well I must thank you for taking care of me, even if it was your fault I got hurt-“ The fires blazing in your eyes and the sour look you shot at his remark only made him chuckle.

“Yes, Gyro. I was there.” Through gritted teeth and nothing short of annoyed you tried to tug your wrist out of his hold. It only made him tighten it around you.

“I wasn’t done talking, darling.” He tutted.

“Let me return the favour. I’m feeling charitable today”

“Gyro, what?” You rolled your eyes, what was this idiot getting at? First, he gets all sensual and now he’s straight up teasing you. Not that it wasn’t just as titillating, his pet names for you only made your head swim and thighs clamp together.

His answer was clear, setting you down on his lap in a quick move that caught you by surprise. And there you were, the spot you’ve only fantasised of being. His natural musk having become the very air you breathed to survive. Stunned and still slightly confused you let him put your arms around his neck. Your legs however, were strategically placed on either side of one of his thighs.

“You in for the ride? I won’t hold it against you if you want us to stop” His tone was sincere, gaze softened just enough to let you know it was alright.

“Y-yes. Yes. I- yes Gyro” you sputtered. God, this was embarrassing but you were glad you didn’t sound as desperate as you really were to be this close to him. At least you thought so.

And with that, the blond cowboy was satisfied, letting out a little “nyoho” that somehow remained sultry.

You suddenly became all too aware why he’d placed you like this, over his thigh. But there wasn’t much time to think, not when Gyro moved into your neck, placing soft kisses along your jawline. His lips were softer than you’d expected. His breaths so nice and warm whenever he moved further down your sensitive skin.

“I’ve seen you ride,” he murmured into your skin just below your left ear. “Now show me how it’s done, cowboy” goosebumps rose all over your skin, letting out a shuddering moan as he bit into you. Not quite hard enough to make you yelp out in pain, but just enough for you to rock your hips straight into his tensed thigh.

He continued his assault on your neck, bites and kisses alternated on each side as you rocked your needy heat on him. With a particularly hard bite, your arm snapped to right next to Gyro, exactly where his hat had been laying on the chair. Even in the heat of the moment you grabbed it and plopped it down onto his champagne locks.

“Keep it on please” your breath shuddered as you continued. He had moved his lips to your shoulders now, moving away your top to reach every spot he wished to worship.

Every swish of your hips drove you further and further, lost in the pleasure as your head felt like it might just explode. Tingles had already started making their way up your abdomen when Gyro released himself from your skin.

“Tell me what you want,” He asked roughly. He was having a hard time keeping it together, it seemed.

“Y-you, Gyro” you whimpered, slowing yourself and burying your face inside the crook of his neck. Too embarrassed to face his stare just yet.

“I know that, sweetheart. But tell me what is you want exactly”

“Gyro…” you whined, burying yourself even deeper.

“Yes?” He quipped, pulling himself back and taking your chin between his thumb and index finger, that stupid grin antagonising you.

Cheeks heated and puffy you had no choice but to give in. “I want you to fuck me Gyro. Are you happy now?”

“Nyoho, very happy! I knew that” he laughed.

“Oh fuck you!” You grimaced, still trying to chase that fleeting peak that you were so close to.

“I like hearing you beg for it, darling” his lips had finally met yours, melting away any and all of his teasing, just like that. God, he made it so easy to give into him. He was just as playful now though, swirling his tongue and clashing his lips with yours like he was taming you.

As he continued his sloppy passionate kiss back down your jaw, you sped up your riding. Never one to finish last.

One last peck and one last tug of your skin between his golden clad teeth and you could feel fireworks rising all the way up to the top of your head. Gyro grinned widely as he admired you, using him like he’d asked you to. One less thing he needs to fantasise about, he’s living it. And eating up every single second of it, the throbbing in his pants nearly took care of itself. He stared in awe, your face contorting in pleasure as you tried your best to contain your desperate moans. Your breath was ragged as you came down from your high, letting your full weight rest on his thigh even though you were beyond sensitive at this point.

“You’ve never looked better riding like that, beautiful” a single soft peck touched the tip of your nose, the gesture was surprisingly gentle.

You had regained your senses enough to start up your own round of teasing. Sporting the same grin he had just a minute ago, you started pushing him down the chaise longue, landing him on his back.

“Oh?” He quirked an eyebrow. The pain in his ribs all but forgotten thanks to your treatment.

“I ain’t done riding just yet. Better hold on to that hat cowboy” slick as ever you dove down to return a forceful kiss that nearly knocked the breath out of Gyro. Not before letting out a “nyoho” in his surprise.

Oh, he was going to like this even more than your last rodeo.

#gyro x reader #jjba x reader #gyro zeppeli x reader #notsfw #minors dni #gn reader #gender neutral reader #thigh riding #jjba x y/n #gyro imagine

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pascalpanic · 3 years

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so i read this scenario on reddit and i thought it would be a cute and fluffy fic idea if you want to write it :)

one of the Pedro boys (i was thinking frankie or marcus moreno but you can put any one of them that you feel like would fit the story) lands himself in the hospital and the reader visits him often cause they’re friends. they notice that every time they visit, his heart rate monitor speeds up, like not enough to cause alarm but enough to be noticeable, and that’s how she finds out that he likes her and they decide to date (after he gets out of hospital)

Appendicitis (Frankie Morales x f!reader)

Summary: ^^

W/C: 2.4K

Warnings: talk of being ill, vomit, pain, lots of talk of hospitals and that being a major setting, Frankie is a dad, language

A/N: welcome back to Josie’s quest to clean her inbox! This idea was so precious!! I hope you guys like it!!

Frankie is in fucking agony. Never has he felt something as painful as this, never has such pain radiated through his body so intensely that he has no choice but to vomit out his stomach’s contents.

He spends the day at home, occupying his daughter as best he can while he’s in such suffering. He figures that maybe it’s just really bad gas cramping or constipation. Marisol plays quietly, at her daddy’s request, watching her favorite Disney movies on the couch while nuzzled into his side. Frankie has never been so grateful to get her into bed at the end of the day.

After a full day of the pain, and realizing that it wasn’t going away no matter how many painkillers he took, Frankie gave in around midnight. Lying in his bed, skin turning gray and the pain now decisively in his right side, Frankie called you.

After a few rings, you picked up. “Hey, Fish.”

“Hi.” His voice sounds agonized. “How much do you charge for babysitting again?” He asks, the strain clear.

You’re confused, pushing the phone closer to your ear and thinking it might be the distance that makes him sound so odd. “Uh, you’re my friend, so free. You need me to take Mari?” You ask him.

He nods. “Yeah; how much for like a week though? I don’t want to impose though, and-“

His voice sounds terrible. “Frankie. Shut up. A week? What’s wrong? I can take Marisol for as long as you need, but I gotta know what’s going on.”

Frankie is quiet before he grunts softly in pain. “I think my appendix might be fucked up. It hurts like fucking hell. Mari’s asleep, I don’t wanna wake her or anything, but could you-“

You cut him off once more, sitting bolt upright. “I’m on my way over. Do you think you can hang on until I get there? I can drive you to the hospital, or we’ll get one of the boys.”

“That sounds good,” Frankie agrees. “Fuckin’ ambulances are so expensive.”

You chuckle softly. “Hang in there, Fish, okay? I’m gonna call Will, see if he can drive you and I’ll stay with Mari. How’s that?”

Marisol loves you. There’s no better solution in Frankie’s eyes: she behaves better for you than she does for him. She’ll be in good hands, happy for as long as he needs to be in the hospital healing. “Perfect. God, you’re a fucking angel. Don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve better than me,” you snort as you pull on a hoodie and slip on some shoes. “I’m gonna call Will. You got this, Fish. Distract yourself. I’ll send you updates.”

When you arrive at the Morales household, Will’s truck is already in the driveway. He lives closer, so it makes sense. Be quiet and don’t wake Mari, you remember as you slip off your shoes and head up the stairs of Frankie’s home. It’s quiet, unsurprising for this time of night, and you know Mari is a light sleeper. Frankie would never want to wake her at this hour.

Wandering into his room, you find Will standing next to the bed and an incredibly worn-looking Frankie. His skin holds barely any color, his face almost green in nausea. You rush to his side. “Frankie, holy shit,” you exclaim in a loud whisper, taking his hand. “You’re okay?”

“I will be if Miller mans up and gets me out of this bed,” he says, followed by a chuckle with no humor.

Will sighs. He’s wearing pajamas too, looking as exhausted as you are. Frankie groans as he hears Mari’s tiny voice over the baby monitor. “Fuck. You’re staying with her, Will’s bringing me?” He clarifies, looking up at you with bloodshot eyes.

Nodding, you squeeze his hand. “Give me directions quickly and I’ll go get her. You gotta sit up first, Frankie,” you reassure him.

He squeezes your hand back tight and sits up, his face contorting in pain. There’s a flush of redness to his cheeks, and it makes him look more human for a moment until it fades again. “She won’t fall back asleep unless she’s in this bed with you. She needs the attention. Uh, food is in the fridge, you know emergency shit,” he says, with surprising coherence for the pain he’s in.

You nod and ruffle Frankie’s soft bedhead. “Benny- fuck,” you wince, knowing the Miller brothers hate being mixed up. Somehow, even with their distinct personalities, you do it all the time. “Will. Send me updates,” you remind him as you stand. “And you, Francisco,” you murmur and press a kiss to his sweat-beaded forehead, “get some strong pain meds and get better for me and Mari.” You smile softly and walk out of the room.

The room next to Frankie’s is beautiful, a sage green paint and lots of woodland creatures painted on the walls by Frankie’s surprisingly artistic hands. There’s a crib covered by a creamy white canopy and the little girl pokes her head up, tilting to the side in confusion as she sees you.

It’s not fear, of course. Mari loves you, absolutely adores you in fact. She’s just… confused. Her little brain can tell it’s the middle of the night. “Where’s Daddy?” She asks, making uppy arms at you.

You walk over to her crib, picking her up and kissing her head. “Daddy’s got a tummyache, cutie,” you tell her and tickle her tummy gently, making her giggle and bury her tiny face in your chest. “He’s gonna go see the doctor and get it all fixed up, okay? You and I are gonna have so much fun,” you assure her, and she giggles again.

You can hear two sets of feet, slowly moving. “Let’s go give Daddy a kiss goodbye, okay?” Mari nods and rubs her little eyes.

Frankie’s got an arm around Will’s shoulders in the hall, looking absolutely agonized. He smiles a little as he sees you and his baby. “Hey, patita,” he chuckles. He dubbed her duckling from the soft tufts of fluff on her head as a baby. “Be good while I’m gone.”

Mari nods and puts a hand on either side of Frankie’s sweating face, making a little pout and giving him a kiss. “Love you, Daddy,” she says, a yawn overtaking her tiny face.

“Love you too,” he nods and looks up at you. “I owe you.”

“Friends don’t owe each other,” you shake your head. “Now get your a… butt to the hospital, Morales,” you tell him and pat Will on the shoulder. “Thanks, man.”

He nods at you and the two men shuffle along through the house until they can get Frankie into the car and on his way to (hopefully) sedation and a cure.

Yawning again, Mari’s big brown eyes look up at you from where you hold her on your hip. “Snack?” She asks you, pointing towards the kitchen.

Her little voice and tiny, pudgy fingers are too much. “I suppose. Only because we’re having special girls’ time,” you tease and boop her nose. Setting her on the counter, you grab some cubes of cheese and some berries, which you make sure are in small pieces.

Mari’s content to eat her snacks with you, and you can see her growing sleepier again as the plate empties out. “Sleepy?” You ask her, and she nods. “Alright, cutie pie,” you sigh and lift her, holding her to your chest as she wraps her arms around your neck and her legs around your torso. “Do you want me to cuddle with you?” You ask.

She nods. “Gotta snuggle for late sleepies. Daddy says that.”

The words melt your heart. Frankie’s always been so good with her, so warm and skilled and precious. It only makes your crush on the man grow every time his little girl babbles about how much she loves her daddy. “Does he?”

She nods. “Daddy sings for me.”

Frankie singing Marisol to sleep. The idea melts your heart. You need in on that. “What does he sing to you?” You ask. “What’s your favorite song that daddy sings to you?”

She thinks for a moment as you sit on the edge of the bed, allowing her to clamber off your lap and into the cozy king-sized bed. “Rocket Man.” It’s hard to decipher in her baby-talk, but you get it.

“He sings that for you?” You ask as you get under the covers, into the blankets that are still warm from Frankie’s body heat, that smell like his cologne.

Mari snuggles into your chest, and nods softly. “Can you sing Rocket Man?”

“Of course,” you nod and trace little circles into the toddler’s back, singing the Elton John song to her in a soft voice. It doesn’t take long, now that she’s in her daddy’s bed and got a snack, for her to fall asleep. She snores softly, and you follow suit not too long after.

It did turn out that Frankie had appendicitis. The doctors weren’t entirely sure what caused it, but you and the Miller brothers rotated your time with Marisol at home and the hospital with Frankie, as his stay was painfully long for such an active man. Santiago video chatted often, but being out of town prevented him from physically seeing Fish.

It took him about a week to recover, and that time was mostly spent napping or watching the television in his room. He’d bullshit with the guys or you when you were around, and he especially loved the time of the afternoon every day where one of you brought Marisol to see him.

Usually it was just you or one of the Millers who stayed in the room with him. The other two either stayed with Marisol or got to stay at home and rest for themselves. It was a lucky day when you and Benny got to both be with Frankie for a while, telling stories and laughing. It was your turn to be off-duty, but all you wanted from your free time was to be with the man.

Your presence has always made Frankie’s heart rate a little faster. It’s always made his palms a little clammy, and his pants a little tighter sometimes. At least now he can attribute it to the pain.

Every time his eyes catch yours, his heart monitor gets a little louder. It’s odd, but you shrug it off. It can’t mean anything. It’s just your Frankie. After an hour or so of spending time with the guys, you run to get fast food for the three of you. While you’re away, you receive a text from Benny.

Benny Boy: you’re fucking with his head, bro

You: what?

Benny Boy: the heart rate monitor is nearly silent right now. every time frankie looks at you it spikes, don’t tell me you haven’t been noticing that

You: do you want nuggets or a burger?

You: thats ridiculous, Benny.

Benny Boy: always nuggets. but seriously, his heart rate is at like 54 right now, he’s just chilling and kind of dozed off. let’s check it when you come back.

You: be prepared for the most boring science experiment ever. also, what dip do you want?

After you receive your bulging bags of food, stuffed from both Benny’s and Frankie’s massive appetites, you return to the hospital.

You: walking in. pulse status?

Benny: 60. he’s a little more awake now.

As you enter the room, Frankie turns to you and grins. “Hey. What did you get?” He asks.

You plop the bags on the small table overhanging Frankie’s bed and grin. “Just your usual order. I know what you like,” you shrug as you unpack the food.

Beep beep beep beep. HR: 77

Smiling at the rate of Frankie’s heart, more than you should really, you sit down back next to Benny and the three of you eat your food. It’s somewhat quiet, the chatter dying as you devour the fast food, savoring the grease and salt.

After everyone is finished, you stand and clean up the garbage, tossing it all away. You sit back down on Frankie’s bedside. “So, macho man. How’s the pain?” You ask, your fingers tracing his good side.

Beep beep beep beep beep. HR: 86

He shrugs. “It hurts like a bitch, and they said it’s gonna keep hurting like a bitch.”

“Poor baby,” you chuckle, cupping the side of his face and kissing his forehead softly.

Beep beep beep beep beep beep. HR: 96

Benny groans and stands. “I’m gonna hit the bathroom.” He smacks your arm as he walks past, as if rubbing in the evidence he’s found. “And then take a walk, I think.”

You’re still seated at Frankie’s side, on the inflatable hospital mattress. “Oh Benjamin,” Frankie rolls his eyes. “Why’d he leave so quick?”

You shrug, though you know the answer. “Who knows? Benny can’t even predict himself,” you chuckle. Frankie’s hand rests over his chest. You slide your hand over his torso and lace your fingers through his until you’re holding it. You can feel his heart thumping steadily against it. “I’m really glad you’re okay.”

Beep beep beep beep. HR: 104

He smiles. “I’m lucky I have you.”

You sigh softly as you look up at the heart rate monitor again. “I gotta say, you have a really high resting rate,” you say nonchalantly, as if you believe it.

Frankie’s face warms. “I, uh-“

“I’m kidding, Frankie,” you mumble softly to him, smiling a little. “I really like you, and I think that monitor is helping me know you like me too. When you get out of here, can we maybe go on a date some time?”

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep. HR: 112

Nodding enthusiastically, those floppy curls move with his head. “I would love that,” he tells you with a beaming smile. “God, have you been able to tell all day?” He asks as he looks up at the monitor, his ears burning with heat as he reads the pulse rate. It’s embarrassingly high.

“Yeah,” you finally admit and smile down at him. “But it’s cute. And it makes me feel all warm inside because I finally know you like me too.”

Big brown eyes stare up at you with all of the love in the world. “If I wasn’t wearing a hospital gown, I’d kiss you right now,” he promises. “But that’ll have to wait.”

“Yes it will,” you nod and kiss his forehead again, easing him back against the mattress he’d lifted up from slightly. “Now I’m going to go find Benny, and you slow down that heart rate,” you tease and ruffle his curls.

“I’m not gonna be able to slow it down with you around,” he says with a soft smile, his eyes slipping shut.

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aressss1 · 3 years

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The Bloody Red Banquet

(Technoblade x Reader)

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A/N: Descriptions of blood and gore, as well as death in this one, so please turn back if that makes you uncomfortable. Also spoilers for the Red Banquet, if you haven't seen it yet.

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“Why aren’t you going to be there?” You whined, trying to give your love your best sad puppy dog impression. This caused an irritated sigh to escape Techno’s lips, as his eyes searched your face.

“The last time I was at celebration it didn’t go well… Or do you not remember that.” He grumbled. “You shouldn’t go.” His eyes pierced right through you. “Why would they just change their tune that quickly?” He questioned you gesturing in the direction of the main SMP. “It’s not safe.”

“Puffy and Niki asked me to go…” You bit your lip looking away from him. “Puffy doesn’t trust them either, and she’s got something planned if things go south.” Techno’s eyebrows furrowed, and he sighed, his hands dropping to his sides. You were going to go against the rules and bring your armor, not that you would tell Techno that, it would just make his point stand even more.

“I’m not goin’,” He walked back toward his seat as he summoned his axe. You watched as he proceeded to sharpen the tool in his hands. “I’m not gonna stop you from goin’, I want you to have fun, and I could only hope they’re serious.” You gave a huff at his words. You wanted him there to back you up if need be. “I know you can handle yourself, you’re a great fighter.” He sighed, his eyes focusing back to the axe in his hands.

He had his own plans regarding that banquet, he trusted you with his life… He just couldn’t risk word getting out about his plans. He would be there for you if need be, but he needed everything to go smoothly for him. He wasn’t about to lose you to the egg or anyone else for that matter. The netherite axe in his hands felt heavy, and his fingers tightened on the handle. You could handle yourself, he had faith in you and your fighting abilities.

“Ugh fine…” You pouted climbing up to your shared room, finding your best clothes suitable for a banquet, you put them on feeling the fabric hug your form. You examined yourself in the mirror adjusting your hair, smoothing out the wrinkles in your clothes that you had missed. Some time had passed, and you were ready. Climbing down the ladder, you could feel Techno’s eyes on you, watching you. You gave him a smirk. “You sure you don’t want to come?”

He gave a grumble as he set his axe down by his chair, walking over to you. Brushing your hair out of your eyes, he gazes over your face with a fond expression. You melt at his touch, as you place your hands on his chest. His hand slips up to the back of your neck.

“You look amazin’,” His deep voice grounds you and you close your eyes as his face inches closer to yours. “I can’t wait until you take those clothes off.” You felt heat rise to your cheeks, as he kisses you hungrily, his other arm wrapping around your lower back to pull you even closer to him. He was still able to give you butterflies. You loved this hybrid. You almost whimpered when he pulled away. “You…” His thumb stroked over your cheek, “have a banquet to get to.”

He pulled away from you, admiring the hungry look in your eyes. He made his way to the chair again taking hold of the axe. He wanted to go with you, especially with how you looked right now… But he couldn’t just back out on Quackity. This was too important.

He watched you go, the sound of the stone sharpening the axe echoing through the house made it feel very lonely. But he would be with you soon. You would be safe.

It was a… Very red banquet… You were the second guest to arrive it seemed. So, when Ponk had taken your coat, you made your way to the venue. Niki was talking with BBH, you were about to go say hi to her when Sam and Puffy came in behind you. Puffy called you by your name excitedly and started gushing about your outfit. You turned and gave her a smile, meeting the two of them by the entrance.

More guests arrived by the minute. Everyone looked amazing, and you giggled when Foolish flashed his rolex and started handing out the cider he had brought. It was cute watching Puffy with Foolish. Eventually, everyone moved to the dance floor. The music started up, and people started dancing, swaying to and fro with the music.

Puffy had gone to talk to BBH and you found Niki, she flashed you a smile, and you started dancing with her. You had fun twirling around with her, the both of you laughed dancing to Hbomb’s song of choice. By the time the two of you were out of breath, leaning on each other, Puffy had come back to you, linking arms with you and Niki, as she was excited about the shrimp cocktail that Antfrost had promised her.

You sat next to Niki; your eyes curiously look over the red soup on the table in front of you. Beet soup? It wasn’t the best, but it was… red… Like everything else here. It definitely fit the theme. You could feel Ponk’s and Ant’s eyes on you as they whispered to each other, from across the table and you had a bad feeling settle in your stomach.

Once everyone was in their place, you all listened to Bad’s beginning speech, asking if others wanted to make a toast. Foolish volunteered going first and you gave him an encouraging nod when he looked over you and Niki. Though his speech was… a little on the rough side, you raised your glass when he called for cheers. Niki patted Foolish on his shoulder as he sat back down on the other side of her.

Eret volunteered to say a few words next. He held himself with grace, as he stepped up on the table, scanning those around him. You could have sworn you saw the monarch side of him come out. His toast was well said and you realized that even though he spoke words of everyone being reunited… You bit your lip. Spoken like a true king, even if the reality wouldn’t be that easy. In fact, it was near impossible, too much has happened, and you would be a fool to believe words like that.

Ponk’s speech was short… and sweet? It was… Interesting… to say the least. You and Foolish exchanged confused glances when Sam called Ponk beautiful. Wasn’t he the one to take Ponk’s arm? You shrugged it off opting to think about it later. Everyone raised their glasses in a confused manner, well everyone except for Puffy, who stood up on the table, looking like she wanted to say her piece.

When Puffy spoke, she was casual, mentioning how the egg tore her, Bad and Antfrost apart. You gave her a smile when she glanced over you and Niki as she expressed that she didn’t want any more friendships being ruined over the egg anymore. Everyone cheered as she made her way back to her seat.

You pitied George when he was thrust into giving a toast, he clearly hadn’t thought of doing. But he did well, considering. Even asking Ponk about the soup. You giggled at Ponk’s explanation of free-range beets. George gave a yawn as he made his way back to his seat.

Lastly it was Bad’s closing speech, and you listened intently. Your hands fidgeted with your glass. You kept seeing things in the rafters of this place, shadows… You had your armor in your inventory, you weren’t gullible, and even though Bad spoke of nothing but good things for the future… The temperature rose, causing sweat to bead off of your skin… Toward the end of Bad’s speech… Your back was burning, and when you turned around and were met with a wall of lava. You stood as Bad spoke those words, the words you had been waiting to hear. The words that confirmed that this was nothing more than a trap.

“Prepare to die.” He spoke it so casually… Hearing the gasps of the other guests, you and Niki back up, creating as much space in between you and them as you could without touching the lava at your back. You and Niki watched as Puffy confronted all of them. Pulling up the tablecloth from the table revealing a chest.

“WHAT!?” Her shriek rang through out the entire banquet. You felt your blood run cold, your eyes connecting with Niki’s. Bad laughed as he summoned forth a set of diamond armor… Hannah, Antfrost and Ponk followed suit. Hannah stepped forward. A tainted apology spewing from her lips. You felt your fists clench and unclench as you were stepping forward, your eye on all of their swords, which they eventually swapped to their crossbows. Sam, stepped forward, his eyes on Hannah.

“Well… That is tragic that you told them about our plans for the armor, buut…” Sam paused, continuing after Bad questioned him on what he meant. “There is something, that you should know… I had another plan because I didn’t trust you.” His eyes pierce through Hannah. You felt your lips quirk up as Sam mentioned his plan to blow the egg up.

It all happened really fast, and you braced yourself, your hands coming up to cover your ears as TNT rained on top of the egg. Your eyes were closed, and you straightened up, your eyes looking over the still intact egg once all of the TNT had detonated. Obsidian covered the egg as if it were armor. Your heart sunk as you watched as the obsidian disappear without a trace. The TNT had failed…

You tuned out Bad’s laughing, your eyes looking for any possible way out of this situation. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears, and you were having trouble breathing. You willed yourself to calm down. Bad pulled everyone’s attention to the egg, as he stood in front of it. Straining to hear what he was saying you push through the crowd, planting yourself at the forefront next to Foolish and Eret.

You were able to focus, when Eret called Bad a monster, only to receive insults back about his past betrayals. You bit your lip, your hands itching to call your armor forth, now wasn’t the time. Your eyes scanned over Eret gauging his reactions.

“I’ve changed since then! I know not to break peoples trust anymore.” He was silent, his hands clasped behind his back, he truly held himself like a king. Bad smirked announcing that Eret would be the first one to be sacrificed on this night. You felt your eyes widen, adrenaline coursing through you. You tried grounding yourself, making sure your feet were firmly planted where you stood.

You had to hold yourself back as they grabbed Eret, forcing him to kneel in front of the egg. Antfrost pointed the tip of his sword at Eret’s throat his ruby red eyes staring daggers at the crowd that watched. Eret’s crown fell to the ground as Hannah push him down exposing his neck for Antfrost’s blade to see.

You grit your teeth, what could you do in this sort of situation. The others tried talking it out with Bad, but you zoned out of their conversation. Opting to once again scanning the area for anything that might help… Your attention snapped back to Eret and Antfrost, as Ant held his sword up, readying it to come down. You felt your feet start to move on their own, well… That is… Until Foolish started talking, you felt yourself stop, listening to what he had to say.

“Enough! I am sick of this foul, red stench. I am tired of this endless cycle of egg nonsense. I tried, WE tried to give this dreadful egg another chance. But it’s probably best it ends this way.” Your eyes flick over to Bad as Foolish keeps talking. Trying to gauge their reaction, you ready yourself to summon your armor. “But can it withstand… A barrage of lightning?”

A few painfully long seconds, pass by… Your stomach lurched when nothing happened. Foolish fell to his knees. Studying his hands, he shook his head.

“I don’t understand…” He was in genuine disbelief. His eyes lock with Eret’s. “Why… Isn’t it working?” He asked, as if Eret would know. Today was filled with many disappointments… You gulped down the lump in your throat, listening to Bad gloat, about how we were in the egg’s territory. We held no power here, as a human, and even as a God...

“Why don’t we start with Foolish instead?”Ant’s words caused Puffy, to scream her repugnance at them. They ignored her, as they dragged Foolish up from his knees and to the area where they previously kept Eret.

“You two Bad, Ant, this is your last chance with me, your very very last chance. I am done after this.” Puffy ran to the front, anger flashing in her eyes as she looked over all of them. You could only watch, as Eret made his way over to you. Puffy was a good mother, defending her son. You listened to them fight, your hands shook at your sides. Ant blamed Puffy for everything that they were doing… Saying it was her fault… When Ant stopped talking and the sound of the blade had sliced through Foolish’s skin, his body falling to the ground made you tear up. Puffy screamed and you summoned forth your armor.

The netherite armor you donned clung to your body, it was always such a perfect fit, expertly made by Techno. Foolish was dead and it was clear you needed to fight, otherwise you wouldn’t get out of here alive, and if this didn’t help you didn’t go down helpless. Everyone screamed as Puffy sunk down to the ground, tears in her eyes, her burning eyes trained on Antfrost.

“Oh? What’s this?” Bad eyed you with an amused expression crossing his features. “I think we have a party pooper on our hands.” Bad’s group homed in on you. The sword in your hands was heavy, Techno and Phil had taught you how to fight. You could easily take down one maybe two, but there were three on you in an instant. You couldn’t even get a swing in with your sword, before they knocked the weapon from your hands, grabbing your wrists, and binding them together.

“Let go of me,” You kicked and thrashed your legs to no avail. They had an easy time getting you into Foolish’s spot. They made you kneel… Where he kneeled… His blood pooled where you stood, it soaked into your outfit, the sight making your stomach churn in disgust.

“Don’t worry, you will be a part of something bigger, than you and I.” It sounded like Bad was trying to reassure you… “Good thing that armor doesn’t cover their neck.” Bad shrugged as his eyes flicked to Ant who held his axe, instead of the sword he killed Foolish with, at the ready. You tried wrenching away, but Hannah’s hold on your hair kept you in place. You couldn’t see anything, but the bloody ground, tears on the brink of flowing. Techno’s words about it not being safe echoing in your mind.

“I’m sorry… Techno.” It was barely a whisper, no one heard it but you. Out of the corner of your eye Ant raised his axe and in one fell swoop he brought it down. Your whole body tensed, and you waited for death… But it never came. Instead, a loud clang of metal on metal sounded out above you. Ant’s axe went flying, landing near puffy.

“Bad stop, stop what you’re doing right now.” Quackity’s voice sounded out and Hannah’s hold on you was released as she backed away from your very own blood God who now stood next to you. Your heart soared at the sight of Techno, who didn’t hesitate to pull you up from your kneeling position and to him away from the enemy. You looked around for Quackity who had his hands up as he talked with Bad. He still had a sword in his hand, as he talked.

You listened to Quackity, who you hadn’t seen in forever, not since he had kidnapped you to get an edge on Techno, so he would come easily to his own execution… His gnarled face… You knew Techno had done a number on him… But… It was easy to forget who Techno was and what he could do. Quackity was a good reminder, and you nuzzled yourself closer into Techno’s side. Techno’s eyes scanned over you, looking for any wounds. But when his eyes turned back toward Bad, he let out a whistle and out from the opening, you assumed Quackity came from, a hoard of dogs rushed in, as they planted themselves around their master. During Quackity’s speech Purpled made himself known, and you figured that had to hurt the eggpire since Purpled was working for them. You gave a sigh of relief.

“Techno. You and Quackity are enemies why would you side with him?” Bad’s glare shifted from Quackity and Purpled, to Techno. Your Blood God tightened his hold on you as if they would snatch you away from him.

“Listen Bad, I didn’t want to work with this guy either, but this egg… Is warpin’ people’s minds, it’s controllin’ them, and it has no plans of stoppin’ until it controls the entire world.” He paused, his nose wrinkling underneath the pig skull mask. “This egg stands for everything… It’s the epitome of everything I stand against as an anarchist, and if I don’t stop it… It’ll be the end of the world.” He squared his shoulders his eyes glancing toward you. “Not to mention, you almost killed one of the people most important to me, and for that, I’ll see that you will get tenfold what Quackity got.”

“ANTFROST YOU’RE DEAD!” Puffy screamed, she had grabbed Antfrost’s axe, and she ran at him swinging wildly. “You’ve taken my kindness as weakness Antfrost!” Her axe hitting him square in the chest plate he tried blocking and dodging most of her shots, but to no avail, he stumbled back. She brought her axe down hitting him square in the jugular. Blood sprayed over her, as her grip tightened on the axe, and she pulled it out with a sickening crunch. His body fell to the ground and she turned around, her eyes scanning the crowd; it was truly a look of despair only a mother could feel.

That was when everyone broke out fighting. Techno held you behind him, his cloak now covering your body. The dogs stayed around him attacking those who got close enough, keeping a good perimeter between the two of you and them, as Techno shot his fireworks at the enemy. You pressed your face in between his shoulder blades, your fingers intertwining in his shirt, just waiting for the sounds to stop.

When Bad called for retreat, and everything quieted down you felt yourself breath a sigh of relief. You just wanted to go home at this point. You listened to the conversation around you, as Techno put his arm around you. His fingers rubbing tiny circles in your arm to try and comfort you.

“Come on, I’ve got you darlin’,” He whispered in your ear, once Quackity said his piece to him and Sam. He carried you on his back, back to the place that you both called home. When you felt the windchill, you shuddered, happy to feel it again. Tears sprung forth and you buried your face in his cloak, your tears soaking into the red material.

When you got into the house, he fed the coals of the fire, making it come back to life. He scans over your form, his heart sinking when you didn’t look up at him. He could have lost you in a second. Taking off his mask, he presses his lips to your forehead, his hands running up your arms.

“Darlin’ let’s get you out of these clothes,” the scent of Foolish’s blood permeated the air, making the voices in his mind louder and more aggressive... Aggression wasn’t something you needed right now. He helped you get undressed finding more comfortable clothing for you to wear. While you bathed and eventually got dressed, he made dinner for the both of you. You were still in disbelief, that you almost lost a life, not to mention you felt horrible because Foolish did lose a life… You didn’t want to eat when Techno slid food in front of you.

“Eat, you need your strength.” You nodded and picked at your food. You weren’t hungry, but if you didn’t at least try, you would worry Techno. That was the last thing he needed. The two of you ate in a comfortable silence, and when the two of you were done with dinner, he set your plates in the kitchen sink, opting to do them later. He turned back to you kneeling down to your level, letting his lips graze yours.

“I love you.” He never said it out loud before, he always made sure you knew though but this time was different, sure Quackity threatened your life when Techno was on his way to his execution… But to see an axe flying toward you… Was a completely different feeling all together. Your tears sprang forth at his confession, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, as you sobbed. He held you close, even picked you up and sat down in his chair with you in his arms. “I’m here. It’s okay.” He tried calming you, as he pressed kisses to your head, while you sobbed into his chest.

When you did calm down and you just laid there with your head on his chest, he started reading to you, his arm still around you while the other held up the book he read from. The two of you always did this, but this time was more special. He still had you in his arms, and you still had him. The two of you stayed like that until nightfall. The fire roaring beside his chair.

It wasn’t until you were asleep, did he decide to take you to your shared bed. He climbed the ladder albeit a little awkwardly, but he got your exhausted form up there, like he had done many times before. He got ready for bed himself, and he climbed in the sheets with you, holding you closely to him. He vowed to protect you and he would, to his very last breath.

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lady-ragnvindr · 3 years

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I feel validated ~ (and will also keep the t-word in check 😳👀)

So, the setting is omegaverse, and reader is in a polycule with Baizhu, a beta, and Scaramouche and Aether, both omegas.

Scaramouche is the brattiest and pettiest, and sometimes get jealous if he feels he’s not getting enough attention from their alpha, and is always trying to rile Aether up because he’s so obedient. He’s always getting punished because of this, having to watch as his alpha praises Aether and lets Baizhu basically milk their cock dry without giving him any. Extra whiny, needs the degradation and denial and literally hates the fact he can’t get the other two riled up so they can be punished too. When he’s done being punished though, he’ll just whine and nuzzle into his alpha’s chest to cuddle. He won’t ever admit it, but he feels the safest when they’re hugging him, and then he doesn’ feel the need to prove anything and hog reader all to himself just so he knows he’s loved. (He looks the most peaceful when he’s fucked out and purring unconsciously in his alpha’s chest, and you love every second)

Baizhu is the most level headed but also the clingiest, and is always dangling around reader some way or another (specially if reader is also a doctor or working at bubu pharmacy). He helps keep the relationship peaceful, and is also the biggest praise slut ever. (Talk about a cumslut, but he prefers drinking it than to be filled 👀). Don’t be fooled by this behavior though - he takes advantage of the fact he’s always next to their alpha, even if it’s nothing sexual, to annoy the shit out of Scaramouche, subtly riling up and clinging even harder to his alpha, commenting things that happened while Scaramouche was away working to imply their closeness, everything. And it certainly DOES get Scara riled up, bu the fool ends up discounting it on Aether... and getting even more punishment than he should. *sigh* The other two don’t notice (or at least Scaramouche doesn’t), but reader is well aware of this behavior, and thinks it’s HILARIOUS. They do keep him in check sometimes, but only in private ~ he’s got privileges, being the “peacemaker” and all.

(And is it really punishment if he’s begging for it in the first place?)

Aether, per last, is just the cutest sub. He’s obedient and sweet, and loves being told what to do and to wear the cute clothes reader buys for him. He’s just soft! He isn’t really that much into masochism though, only likes a bit roughness and a few slaps, but he makes up for it by simply loving being bred full and commanded all over, it makes him weak in his knees, ready to service. He also loves being degrade-praised (neither of you knew of this kink at first. It was... interesting), and has a penchant for bondage. Specially the ones that compliment his soft curves - it makes his alpha go crazy and mark him up all over, and he just loves it.

Surprisingly, he does get punished sometimes, even being so sweet and obedient - usually because Scaramouche pissed him off too much for him to not fight him a bit. After all, he’s soft and obedient to HIS ALPHA, and his alpha ONLY, and he’s not afraid of showing just how much reader loves him more to Scara (which is not actually true, but if you took it only by how they’re treated on the regular... 👀) He’s not nearly a regular to it, though, so he tries his best to please his alpha as well as he can because he knows he did wrong, and just want his alpha to love him and breed him full ❤️

Scaramouche, however, has no such luck. Reader knows he’s the instigator and make sure to make him suffer enough - by tying him to a chair, all gagged and bound, beads stuffed all over his hole and sliding against each other at each squirm, his cock hard and tied up with a pretty bow that does nothing but tease him, too loose to stave off the orgasm he’s been forbidden to reach, as he watches first you punishing Aether, than tiredly letting Baizhu lick the both of you clean, a reward for Aether for being so good at taking his punishment, and leaning against the headboard as you run your fingers through the blond’s hair, all the while telling how lovely and good they both are and how you wished Scaramouche was also good like them so they could give him what he deserves.

“But no, my most beloved brat insists in disobeying me and even roping up my sweet boy in his disobedience,” they say, looking him steadily in the eyes as Baizhu licks their cock over and over, already trying to drink another load straight down his throat.

Scaramouche whines gainer the gag in his mouth, squirming more desperately as the scent of pleasured alpha and cum steadily fill his nostrils, and he’s so hard and so wet and he needs reader so MUCH, and he collapse, coming untouched against his stomach and whining through the overstimulation, pleading with his eyes to get you to help him.

But no.

“Oh yes. I forgot,” you say, feeling your release coming closer already, stimulated too much by all the scents in the room, Aether who’s now licking at kissing at your neck like a kitten as he comes down from his high, and Baizhu’s sinfully long tongue wrapping around you better than any other mouth. But that doesn’t mean you’re done here.

“My dear little slut,” you click your tongue at the moan he lest our, “who can’t even take a punishment right... Should you just keep watching then?”

He whimpers in his chest as he rolls his eyes back, limp from overstimulation. This is gonna be a long night.

My brainrot is reaching levels not ever before recorded... oof~

~🐃

Everytime i see u my dear anon, i just know that i will end up cursing to whoever is up their for not making any man as desirable as these and other genshin man are 😔👊

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #dom!reader #scaramouche #aether #baizhu #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #aether x you #aether x reader #baizhu x reader #🐃-anon

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In the Stars (part 2)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Request: So, first of all, I love your writing so much. I've just finished reading "In the stars" and I've loved it! Idk if you're taking requests but I was wondering if maybe you could do a part 2?

A/N: You guys… I had so many fucking requests for part two of this, I love you. I'm honestly overwhelmed by how much you guys engage with my work on here.

Side note; I don't actually know much about astrology so take anything I say with a pinch of salt since it's done with surface level research for this. I'm more of a tarot girl myself and originally I was gonna switch the astrology to tarot since I know all about that. But I didn't wanna deviate from the request too much so I stuck with astrology.

Warnings: cursing, bit of fluff, idk flirting? Talk of sex but no actual sex?

If you guys want a part three to this which would mostly be smut then hit me up lmaoooo

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You were lounging on a beat up sofa that was in the greenhouse at the back of the flower shop. The plants were watered and it was a nice day. You were taking a moment to relax and let the sun come through the glass above you like a cat basking in the warm glow. You knew a customer had come in a little bit a go. You'd heard a gruff voice ask Gemma for advice on flowers for his girl. But since you were never needed in the front, you just chilled out for a bit after popping some headphones in and vibing in the sun as you leisurely scrolled on an astrology site you were on.

Maybe, just maybe, you'd been thinking about Mr Fancy Coffee man in the past three days since you ran right into him. You'd been sure you'd see him again at the time but it hadn't happened so far. Either way, you kept thinking back to his smile and his obsidian eyes and you smirked as you read what you'd already known when you'd called back after him to give him your own sign.

'Aries and Scorpio Sex:

Aries and Scorpio like to turn the heat up with everything they do! So, you can imagine the bedroom as being one feisty! Aries is a fire sign, and Scorpio is a water sign. Mix fire and water and what do you get? Yes, it is steam! With this duo between the sheets, we pray the wallpaper can withstand the steam-effect! Aries and Scorpio are the same when it comes to an intense libido. They are energetic with enough energy to keep each other up all night long.'

You ripped your headphones out, tossing your phone on the worn out faded pink cushions as you bounded to the door to the main shop.

"Hey, Gem! Did you know that Aries and Scorpio are like hella compatible for sex? I mean we'd just be riding each other all ni-" your words died on your lips as you slipped through the beaded curtain to find the man from earlier who hadn't actually left yet. He was a little rough looking but he wore a look of shock and thorough amusement at your words as you smacked a hand over your mouth with a laugh. It wasn't really appropriate talk in front of a customer but even Gemma bit her lip to stifle her incredulous laughter.

"I uh… I'm sorry," you murmured, a sly smirk on your face that said you weren't really sorry but said it anyway to be polite. He barked out a laugh and shook his head.

"Don't worry about it. Sounds like a hell of a time," he replied with a chuckle. It put you at ease that he wasn't going to start something about your behaviour, threaten to take his business elsewhere. It wouldn't be the first time you'd done that.

"Don't mind her. She's the crazy plant lady," Gemma grinned as she continued adding flowers to the bouquet on the counter. Some pretty forget-me-nots.

"Hey! I'm not crazy just because I talk and sing to them. It's science! If I didn't do that then all these beauties would be withering away in misery," you pouted playfully, earning another laugh from your best friend and chuckle from the man.

You looked at him then and he was already looking at you. His gaze wandered your face and hair like you held the secrets to the universe and you quirked a brow curiously. Knowing he was caught out, he glanced away and cleared his throat but his eyes flit back to you. It wasn't like you weren't used to looks since you were anything but ordinary, but he looked almost like he knew you or something.

"Sorry… just… thought I recognised you," he muttered apologetically.

"Oh trust me, you'd know if you'd met her before. She leaves quite the impression," Gemma snorted.

"I bet she does," the man said with a small smile as he looked at you again like he knew something you didn't. Or maybe you were imagining it.

You grinned as you walked towards the counter, leaning your arms on it as you admired her work. The bouquet was filled with purples and blues and it was breathtaking.

"Serious relationship?" You asked casually. The man looked slightly taken aback by your bold question and Gemma swatted your arm as you gave her a look.

"What?" You asked with a huff. The man smiled and shook his head.

"Nah, it's fine. It is. Been together for a little over a year now," he had a lovesick look on his face and you found yourself smiling back at him.

"You love her?" You asked softly. He rubbed the scruff on his chin with a bashful look that looked at odds with the rest of him as he nodded.

"That I do," he murmured fondly.

You pushed up and leaned your hands on the counter as you glanced from the flowers back to him.

"You should get her a succulent," you declared. Gemma snorted again as she trimmed the ends off some roses and the man quirked his brow.

"You mean like… a cactus or some shit?" He asked, sounding confused and amused.

You rolled your eyes, whizzing into the back and grabbing a small terracotta pot with a baby succulent in it. It looked almost like a flower with how it's leaves were arranged. You bought it back out to the front and back to him as you set it down on the counter.

"Meet Emily. She's cute and sweet and she says forever," you shot him a cheeky grin and he snorted, eyes darting from the plant to you.

"I'm sorry… Emily?" He asked with a smirk

"Hey, she's a living thing like you and me, why shouldn't she have a name? And don't tell the others but… she's my favourite," you whispered the last part, eyes darting to the beaded curtain like you didn't want the others to hear and when you looked back at him he was smiling and shaking his head at you.

"Look… flowers are great and all, a nice gesture and pretty to look at, but they wither and die. They go from pretty to morbid which is why they're great for special occasions but they don't last. But these cuties… they don't take much maintenance, it's hard to kill them and they're more… permanent. Flowers are a great way to say 'I love you' in a shorter sense, but nothing says 'I'll love you forever' more than one of these," you mused with a fond look at the plant.

The man stared at the plant for a moment appearing deep in thought and when you glanced to Gemma, she was grinning from ear to ear as she wrapped up the arrangement in pretty pale purple paper. A similar shade to your current hair color.

"Fuck it. I'll take… Emily, too," he declared after a moment. You beamed and slid the pot over to Gemma so she could pack her up with the rest of the goods and ring him up.

"You're good at this," the man said after a moment. You flushed a little at his words and snorted.

"I just care about the plants," you shrugged with a smile.

Gemma finished the wrapping and started ringing up the purchases as the man's eyes darted between you both.

"So… you two ladies got any plans later?" He asked casually. He didn't seem the type to make unnecessary small talk but Gemma opened her mouth to indulge him anyway.

"A few of us are going out later to the bar down the street. The Lizard? It's not been open that long but it's pretty chill. It's nothing fancy though," Gemma smiled softly as she accepted the money from him, opening the register.

"Fancy places wouldn't let us in," you snorted with a smirk, toying with one of the many rings on your fingers.

"They wouldn't let you in. Besides, they have good music there and they don't mind when we let loose and get a little weird," Gemma laughed. The man chuckled with a nod before glancing back at you. He still had that look of recognition in his eyes and you tried to think if you'd ever seen him before.

"Sounds like my kinda place. I might have to go with Karen and some friends sometime," he mused with a nod.

"You should, if you run into us let me know if she loves Emily. You've basically both adopted a cute earthy child so…" you grinned mischievously. He snorted, seemingly unaffected by you being yourself and you liked it. It wasn't often you got to talk to customers like this which is why you often stayed hidden in the back.

"I will. Have fun ladies and thanks for these," with that he was off and you and Gemma grinned at each other. It was nice to have a customer like that man, even if he did look completely out of place in a flower shop. You had a feeling he'd come back for more things for this Karen woman he was smitten with.

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Billy sipped his beer, dark gaze flitting around the bar before he settled on his best friend. Karen was leaning on his shoulder and the pair had been nauseatingly close since they got here. Curtis and David were also at the table relaxing and talking to one another.

"Is there a reason we're here?" Billy drawled as he sat back in his chair a little more. This wasn't their usual haunt and they didn't normally deviate from it. It wasn't so much that he didn't like the place. It was relaxed and quite similar to where they usually ended up. But it was a break in routine and he wasn't sure why.

Frank shot him a sly smirk as he sipped his beer and it made Billy narrow his eyes a little.

"Well… I have it on good authority that little Ms Aries is gonna be here," he said smugly. Billy hated himself the moment he sat up straighter like an eager schoolgirl, especially when his friends all cheered and laughed at the news. He'd only told Frank about her, but Frank being Frank… well he'd told Karen and Karen told Curtis and David and in three short days it had become a running joke that he was hung up on a girl he hadn't even been able to get the name of.

Billy tilted his head, long fingers tapping on the beer bottle as he levelled his gaze at Frank.

"And how would you know that when we don't even know who she is?" He asked with a raised brow. Frank had a shit eating grin on his face as he leaned forward on the table a bit.

"Because I found her at her work earlier," he grinned. Billy blinked at him for a moment, mouth floundering as he tried to absorb that tidbit.

"Okay… so as my best friend and therefore wingman, is there a reason you didn't mention it until now?" He asked dryly.

"Nah, I thought it would be a nice surprise and I didn't want you to talk yourself outta comin' here. Never seen you hung up on a girl before and I gotta say, she's a fuckin' riot," Frank snorted. Billy felt an unnecessary pang of envy at him then. Envy that his best friend managed to find her, spend some time with her maybe more than he had in the street. He knew it was stupid. His best friend was head over heels for Karen after all, but it was there all the same.

"She works at the flower shop," Karen supplied with a soft smile as she looped her arms around Frank's larger one. Great, so Frank told her before he told him. Did everyone but him know? Why he was feeling like a petulant child, he didn't know, but before he could open his mouth to no doubt say something ridiculous, Frank's sly grin widened as he inclined his head to the door.

Billy would lie until the day he took his last breath about how fast his head whipped to the door. He almost broke his damn neck. But there she was in all her purple haired glory and Jesus fuck was she the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid his eyes on. How did she get even more attractive in three days? Shit was ridiculous. But not as ridiculous at the nerves that bloomed in his belly at the sight of her. He was Billy Russo. Ex Spec Ops sniper. Former marine. CEO of Anvil. Serial womaniser. But now he was just Billy. Dumbfounded, actually kind of nervous and moon-eyed Billy.

He watched as she and another girl she came in with walked over to the table with a few people and hugged them. Her smile was radiant and his eye twitched when she hugged the guys at her table. He kept waiting like she'd lean in and kiss one of them. To feel that crushing blow. But it never happened. In fact, the girl she'd come in with snuggled up to the one of the guys and the other had his arm wrapped around another girl at the table.

"Well… you gonna go and get her name or what, Bill?" Frank asked with a snort. Billy cleared his throat, rolling his shoulder and glancing back to his beer before he shrugged.

"After my drink," he tried to sound casual but Frank's gaze softened a little and he hated that his best friend knew him better than anyone. He was just thankful Frank didn't call him out for it.

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You and Gemma had gotten to the bar a little later than usual because Gemma's cat snuck out the apartment and you'd had to hunt him down. He was cute but a menace but once he was back safe at home you'd both made a beeline for the bar. You had a few shots in quick succession to make up for the lost time and you weren't drunk but you felt the pleasant warmth spreading through you as you laughed and joked with your friends.

"Oh, I love this song, dance with me," you beamed, not giving Gemma a chance to protest as you grabbed her hand and moved a little from the table. It wasn't a club and there wasn't a dance floor but there was adequate space between the tables to dance. No one else was dancing but it was hardly the first time you and Gemma did this. It was always fun and amusing.

You wrapped your arms around her shoulders and hers went around your waist as the pair of you giggled and swayed your hips. There were a few cat calls but it was all in jest. It was obvious you two were joking around by your over exaggerated movements and Gemma singing loudly and very off key, with your friends joining in the chorus. You loved your group of little weirdos.

You turned around in her arms, hands still around her neck from behind as you swung your hips, eyes closed and a smile on your face. But when you opened them, they landed right on Mr Handsome himself who was at a table with some others and he was staring at you with wide eyes and a small smile. A grin spread across your face as you continued to dance. You knew you'd see him again. You paid little attention to anyone else as your eyes locked with his and he sat up a little straighter as he noticed he had your attention.

You smirked, flashing him a cheeky wink as a call back to when you last met before you spun back around to face Gemma.

"So… the super hot guy over there in a maroon sweater? Looks like he's stepped right off of vogue? He's Coffee guy," you murmured giddily. Gemma didn't even hide the look she shot him before she laughed and looked back at you.

"First of all… wow. And second, he's like legit staring at you so hard right now," Gemma smirked.

You bit your lip with a smile as the song ended. Gemma gave you a hug before returning to her seat and then you made your way over to the bar and waited for the bartender so you could grab a beer.

"Can I get you a drink, astrology girl?" His smooth voice sent a shiver down your spine and you glanced over to where he was now standing next to you.

"Of course. Beer please, Coffee boy," you grinned cheekily at him. He chuckled, ducking his head as he waved over the bartender and asked for two beers.

"I told you we'd meet again," you murmured with a smirk, sipping the beer once it was placed in front of you.

"You did. Although I think my friend Frank had somethin' to do with that," he replied with a smile as he glanced over his shoulder. You followed his gaze to his table and saw the man from the flower shop. Your eyes widened as an incredulous laugh left your lips and you gave him a thumbs up. You heard his laugh from across the bar. The woman with him was smiling wide and also watching you both, as were the other two men at his table. You had a feeling if you glanced over at your own friends they'd be doing the same thing.

"So… do I get your name yet?" He asked, leaning his forearms on the bar. His shoulder brushed yours and it felt like a jolt of electricity shot through you. You glanced at him, a coy smile on your lips as you took another sip of beer. Your tongue darted out and swiped over your lower lip to catch a drop and you didn't miss how his dark eyes were drawn to the motion. It made your stomach clench.

"Y/N," you smiled softly. You couldn't help it, you'd have given him anything he asked right then with the way he was looking at you. His face brightened when you relinquished your name, his eyes crinkling a little as he grinned. His teeth are perfect. I want him to bite every inch of me with those things.

"Billy," he offered, raising his beer bottle. You grinned as you clinked yours with his and you both took a drink.

"I read some pretty interesting things about the sexual compatibility of an Aries and Scorpio," you murmured with a wry grin, nibbling your lower lip as you looked at him through your lashes. He was so close to you and you could feel his warmth through the layers of both of your clothes. And he smelt good. It almost made you dizzy.

"Is that so?" He asked, dark eyes intent on you and only you. His voice was lower than before and you fought the urge to jump him right there. You flashed him a toothy grin, a mix of flirtatious and just plain impish that made him smile.

"Apparently we're a match made in sexual heaven," you teased softly.

You watched as he swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he did. His almost black eyes felt like they were setting you on fire from the inside out with how heated his gaze was.

"Well now I gotta problem. Because I wanted to ask you on a date first but you're makin' it really hard for me to have any restraint," he purred. Shiiiiit. That tone alone would have you needing to change your panties when you got home.

You smirked, all sinful as you leaned into his ear, your hand going to his firm forearm. You heard his breathing hitch before you even said anything as your hot breath landed on his ear.

"I'd really like that date," you whispered with a saccharine smile. Honestly, you weren't known for your patience and you wanted nothing more than to drag him back to your place and fuck him until neither of you could walk again. But the idea of a date, of dragging it out a bit, it intrigued you. The man had lived rent free in your brain since you both collided three days ago and as much as it would kill you, you knew the wait would be worth it and only make it better.

You moved back a bit, your face still ridiculously close to his and he flashed you a devilish smile all of his own before he leaned down and kissed you. It was an intense kiss. Full of hunger and passion you'd never felt before and you didn't hesitate to kiss him back eagerly. There were some cat calls and you had a feeling a few came from your friends but you were hardly fazed by your brazen kiss with the most handsome man in the world.

When you broke away, you were both panting and you felt your cheeks flush a little at how he looked at you. There was definitely arousal there but he also looked slightly awestruck. You flashed him another grin before slurping some of your beer and he chuckled as he did the same.

You spent the next few hours sitting beside Billy at the bar as you got to know one another, all the little mundane details that really made up a person. You felt like you'd never get tired of looking at him, of hearing that smooth as silk voice or watching how expressive his face and eyes could be. And no matter what you said, whether it was embarrassing stories about your friends or about the plants at work, he acted like you'd just told him the best story ever. He was attentive and soaked up all of your words greedily. You couldn't remember the last time someone made you feel like this.

You left the bar that night after agreeing for him to pick you up at 8 the next night and exchanging numbers. You'd kissed him that time and it was full of as many promises as his kiss had been. And you didn't miss the way Frank clapped his back once he returned to his seat either. The wait would definitely be worth it.

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