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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 2 months

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Something About You - LN

Summary: Lando brings his girlfriend to Barcelona and while initially she wasn't certain about the new race suit, seeing Lando wear it seems to change her feelings and her mood in general

Themes: Smut (thigh riding only), soft dom!Lando, pet names - princess (not sure how I feel about using it but I always use baby and I almost feel like I overuse it...so I'm trying something new)

Kind of short

Y/n had seen the suit before any of the public and Lando couldn't stop himself from laughing when she pulled a disgusted expression and declared they made a mistake changing from last years design entirely.

But when they got to Barcelona for testing and Lando put the suit on. Suddenly y/n can't contain herself. She feels almost like she's in heat. But then again she's not exactly the hardest person in the world to turn on and by her own admittance, she really needs to rein it in.

Lando needs to focus on what he's going here, which is not having sex with her.

That's not to say he hasn't noticed his girlfriend looking flustered and uncomfortable. He has. But he's waiting for the right time to strike about it.

"Hey, princess." Lando smirks walking over to the young woman who looks at him for a moment. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine." Y/n states quickly, tone snipped and she definitely uttered it too quickly for him to believe her words and she knows that.

"You're going to strain a muscle if you keep pressing your legs together like that." Lando smirks pushing his hand between her knees and forcing space between then while she bites her lip harshly, which he can tell is her trying to withhold a whine. "Don't you dare disappear to try and take care of yourself, ok?"

His tone is deceivingly soft as he gently rubs her thigh and looks at her with a smile but really his words aren't fair. Y/n once had an orgasm without so much as being touched. Lando really just has that much of an effect on her, she just needs to think a little too hard and her body is reactive.

"I'll be taking a break soon." Lando promises while cupping her face. "Can I hear your voice?"

"Sorry. I won't, I promise." Y/n nods obediently before smiling when he kisses as he places his helmet with it's unusual new design on it on her lap.

"Take care of this for me."

"Yeah, I got it." Y/n mumbles then finding herself with another kiss before he takes off, gently tapping the insides of her knees as a silent reminder to not let them touch.

It's another hour before he decides to put her out of her misery, seeing her shifting and even wedging the helmet between her legs and drumming on it as if she's just bored and not like she's trying to just keep herself distracted.

"Come on, princess." Lando smiles taking his helmet and placing it to the side since it doesn't really need to be held but he figured he'd just test if she was feeling bratty today and apparently the answer is no.

"Are we going back to the hotel?" Y/n asks quietly making him smirk a little.

"Not yet." Lando states simply choosing not to elaborate.

Y/n ends up pulled back to a makeshift drivers room and finds herself locked in the small space with him pulling off his layers and while she was initially turned on by Lando for how good he looked in that suit. But seeing him undress isn't so awful either.

"For someone who isn't a fan of the new suits. You looked like you were drooling over it."

"I...Well it-it looks better on." Y/n stutters then swallowing thickly as she tries to sound somewhat put together.

Lando sighs sitting on the physio bed and patting his thigh.

"Come get yourself off then baby."

Y/n hesitates before she moves quickly towards him, pretty eager to seek out her own relief. After all she's been desperate for hours now and Lando has his rules clear, she cums when he allows it.

"Go on, princess. This is all on you." Aka, he is letting her do this but he's not going to be aiding as anything other than a prop for her to use.

Y/n is completely naked climbing on Lando, both to try and prevent any clothes getting dirty but also she may be hoping her nudity might tempt Lando into taking part a bit more.

In all honesty it feels like she's been edged for hours and the urgency for an orgasm is definitely pushing on the borderline feeling like she'll struggle.

A whimper passes her lips at the feeling of letting her weight press her down on his thigh which is immediately coated in a slick wetness from her. The need to finally have an orgasm after being so turned on for hours makes her grind down on him, shivering at the pleasure and stimulation from the action.

Her eyes flutter closed despite knowing that Lando hates it when she does it, though she's too caught up in the feeling of her body quickly building up to an orgasm.

"Can I see your eyes, baby?" Lando asks having allowed her to relish in her feelings but he won't let her finish with her eyes closed. Her eyes scrunch up for a moment before she does open her eyes and look at him.

When she finally opens her eyes she looks at him with her eyelids still heavy but the intensity is what makes her grind herself down a little harder as she feels herself twitch so close. She's trying not to make a lot of noise but she can't stop the whimpered moan that escapes her throat, her body trembling as she keeps herself pressed down as her blood continues to rush to her pussy that's pulsing against Lando's leg.

Her vision does blur a little before she drops her head back feeling her back arching into it.

He finally hold his hands only when she sways back seeming to almost tip off of him until he grabs hold of her. She takes the opportunity to rest her forehead on is shoulder just breathing and slowly feeling her body deflate.

"Alright, princess." Lando soothes as y/n finally shifts back up to look at him. "Feel better?"

"Yes...but you got wet."

"Given the source of the wetness...I'm not upset." Lando laughs lightly before she manages to sit upright on her own. "If I put that suit back on, are you going to behave?"

"Yes." Y/n nods then biting her lip since really she doesn't feel like she was misbehaving, she was just incredibly turned on and seeking out some relief.

"Alright, princess. Let's get cleaned up." Lando smiles then kissing her while she shudders and twitches feeling the pressure of herself still pressed down against his thigh. "No. You're going to have to wait."

"O-Ok." Y/n nods with a thick swallow not so certain her body is feeling patient enough to wait that long but she's going to have to because the punishment that comes with breaking Lando's given rules.

"Good girl. Alright, can you get up?"

"Yeah, I'm good." Y/n nods before feeling Lando link his hands to her as she slowly shifts back feeling her own thighs soaked and looking at his leg, there's droplets saturating into his skin.

Y/n is so fucked if she thinks she has any chance at controlling herself for the rest of today.

Damn him for so effortlessly having that effect on her.

"I'll take good care of you when we get back to the hotel." Lando promises as if he's reading her mind, though she's sure that she it's probably more he was reading her expression.

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klaineownsmysoul · 3 months

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Sometimes I like to sit and think about how much Arthur Fox would have loved Alex. Loved his charm and his effervescence, his intelligence and his sense of humor. Mostly though, I think he would have loved how fiercely and passionately he loves his son. How he loves and wants the man Henry is and not the prince he was born as - the poetry loving, Austen quoting, witty and thoughtful letter writing man. He'd love the way Alex wants to love Henry out loud. How he isn't ashamed to want to hold his hand in public. He'd love the way he looks at Henry - like his whole world has narrowed down to one person - and how much he hates being separated from him.

He'd love the way Alex gets Henry's snarky sense of humor (and is ok being on the receiving end of said humor) and know that it's a sign of Henry feeling comfortable enough with Alex to let his walls down and let him in. He'd love that Henry has never been or will ever be a notch on his bedpost, NDA or no. He'd love the way Alex fights for him and them and so desperately wants Henry to realize that he's worth it and that his feelings and desires are valid and not something to be pushed down and aside. That he matters. He'd love the way Alex isn't afraid to tell the entire world that he's in love with Henry and that loving him has made his life better. The way that all Alex has to hear is Henry telling him he's not ok and he's dropping anything and everything to fly across an ocean to comfort him and remind him that he is loved and not alone.

He'd love the way Alex has no qualms about standing up to anyone - including the actual King of England - to defend Henry. I have a feeling he'd be tempted to throw hands to anyone who even deigns to look at Henry in a way he dislikes.

He'd love the way Alex's naturally outgoing and extroverted personality deflects and absorbs the spotlight that Henry doesn't want or feel comfortable in - much in the way that his friendship with Pez works.

Conversely, he'd love the way that Henry takes care of Alex. The way he keeps him watered and fed and not subsisting solely on coffee and a reheated piece of pizza every other day or so. How he calms the noise in his head but never makes him feel like he's too much. How he loves the fire and passion that Alex does everything with and always wants to hear what he's thinking. He'd love how perfectly suited they are to each other and he'd be so happy that his sweet Henry has found someone who knows exactly how special he is and loves him for just that reason.

Yeah...so this might have gotten away from me a little bit. I probably should have started with "in this essay I will..." because I am incapable of summing up my feelings in any kind of short and condensed way. I love these characters, this movie, the book, and all the extraordinary fanfic written about them. I'd warn you off me if they ever announce a sequel, but I'm pretty certain my behavior will be no different from the last 5 months.

#red white and royal blue #alex x henry #firstprince #happy 5 months of rwrb to all who celebrate #the brainrot as the kids say is real #these two have captured my heart and made my life immeasurably better

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solar-wing · 1 month

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⚣ Jealousy Is A Disease 🟢

⚣🟢 Summary → Y/N's knows he's got a little heat brewing between him and Superman, but something is going to get in the way of that. He should've known better than to have entered into any sort of arrangement with Hal Jordan. Not only was the man super cocky and sarcastic, but he was literally green with envy.

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The Watchtower had been relatively quiet.

Y/N had been talking with Clark about some matters related to supervillains' plots, potential recruits, and a bunch of other mumbo jumbo that he wasn't really paying attention to because he was too busy eyeing the Kryptonian's body. The Omega knew his heat was getting close and that he would probably have to take some time off soon to deal with it.

But, it didn't stop him from imagining Clark's large and muscled body over his while they rutted against each other all sweaty and hot and-

"Y/N? You ok there?" Clark's voice interrupted his thoughts, the Omega blushing when he saw the look on the man's face. He had noticed his staring and it had probably led him to realize the nature of his thoughts.

The Kryptonian had a knowing smirk on his face, though. He'd been more or less aware of the Omega's attraction towards him, and it definitely wasn't one-sided. Clark may not have been an Alpha by nature of his Kryptonian biology, but it didn't mean he didn't consider himself to be one in many aspects. He certainly had the physique of one, and he did have a few...kinks that came with the territory.

"I-I'm sorry, I got a little distracted." Y/N chuckled nervously, feeling his cheeks heating up. He didn't know how the Kryptonian would react to his blatant display of lust, but he didn't think it would be bad. Clark was always so nice to him and he had a good sense of humor. Plus, the Omega really wanted to know what was under those suits.

"Don't worry about it. You know I get distracted too sometimes." The Kryptonian smiled, his eyes lingering on Y/N's flushed face before traveling down the length of his body. The Omega suit was one for the books, the tight-fitting material leaving nothing to the imagination. Y/N looked damn good, and he knew it.

"So, uh, what were we talking about again?" Y/N asked, clearing his throat.

While the two continued their little flirtatious and flustered dialogue, neither of them was aware of the presence watching them through the door, his eyes under his green mask narrowing in anger and jealousy.

Later that night, Y/N was getting ready to head home. His heat was coming closer and closer, and he knew he had to spend his next few days in his apartment and away from everyone.

As the Omega neared the Zeta Gateway that would take him back to the Hall of Justice, his arm was suddenly snatched and he was pulled into an empty room. Y/N was ready to fight whoever it was, but a familiar scent invaded his senses.

"Hey there, sexy. Missed me?" Green Lantern smirked as he looked down at the Omega's shocked face.

"Hal! What the hell are you doing?" Y/N whispered. "Someone might see us!"

"I was just thinking that maybe we could have a little fun before you go home. It's not like anyone's gonna come here at this hour." Hal said as he moved closer to Y/N, backing him toward the wall.

"I have to go. My heat's coming up." The Omega said, stopping him before he could make any more moves.

"You always say that. And then we end up fucking anyway."

"Not this time. I need to rest. It's going to be a very intense one." Y/N tried to reason, but the Alpha wasn't having it.

"C'mon, baby. Just one more time." Hal whispered in his ear, his breath sending shivers down Y/N's spine. "Let me have a taste."

The Alpha leaned forward and began kissing and biting Y/N's neck, his hands moving to grip his waist. The Omega could feel his arousal getting excited at the stimulation, but he had to stay strong. He knew his body would crave an Alpha's touch during his heat, and there was a certain blue and red-wearing superhero that he was more interested in.

"H-Hal, no! Stop!" Y/N said, pushing him away. "No more of this. I'm not gonna let you fuck me anymore, understand?"

"What the hell's gotten into you?" The Alpha growled. "You're always begging for it, and now you're pushing me away?"

"Yeah, well, things change." Y/N sighed, moving to leave the room. "Just stay away from me."

"Who is it, huh?" Hal asked, blocking his way.

"It's not like that," Y/N said, knowing full well he was lying through his teeth, "It's just that I think we should keep things strictly professional from now on."

"Bullshit. You weren't concerned about keeping things professional all the times I fingered you during meetings. Or all the times you sucked me off in the training room."

"Hal, I–"

"Did you care about professionalism when I fucked your tight little cunt while Batman was right outside that door? Or when you rode my dick in the showers? Huh?" Hal said, his voice raising a bit.

"Quit it, Hal. You're being rid–"

"Or all the close calls we had when I knotted you without a condom, and you thought you were gonna get pregnant? I bet you were hoping for it, weren't you?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Y/N shouted, his patience running thin. "I don't have time for your bullshit, Jordan. Now, move."

"Oh, now you're giving me orders? Is that how it is?" Hal growled, his own Alpha pheromones responding.

"Will you please shut the fuck up?!" Y/N growled, his scent turning sour. He couldn't believe the nerve of this man!

"No, you shut the fuck up! You're acting like a whore who's too good for me." Hal growled, his scent becoming heavier with the stench of anger.

"A whore, huh? I'm a whore for letting you fuck me whenever you wanted, and now I'm a whore for wanting to stop the fuck-fest, is that it? You're the one who wanted this, remember? You're the one who was all up on me in the first place, so don't play the victim."

"You're such a fucking tease. You act like a slut and then you expect me to leave you alone?"

"Yeah, and I'm also an Omega who could easily have an Alpha whenever I want. Don't forget that."

Hal clearly didn't like the mention of that. He was an Alpha, Air Force pilot and a Green Lantern. He wasn't supposed to be a side dish.

"I'm not someone you can fuck whenever you're bored, Y/N." The Alpha growled, his scent spiking.

"Well, guess what, Jordan, I'm not your toy either. We both had our fun, but I'm done with this. I don't want you anymore, and I certainly don't need you. So, move."

Before Y/N could move an inch, Hal lunged at him, tackling him to the conference table in the middle of the room. The two of them started wrestling and fighting, the Omega's pheromones spiking as he did his best to keep his body in check while trying to get the upper hand.

The fight didn't last long, though.

Y/N was soon pinned underneath the Alpha, his wrists in a tight grip above his head. Hal's free hand was holding his chin, forcing him to look at him.

"I can't believe you'd say something like that to me. After everything we've been through." The Alpha said, his voice low.

"Let go of me." Y/N struggled, trying to get out of the Alpha's hold.

"Not until you admit that you want me. That you're mine."

"In your dreams, Jordan. I don't belong to you. I'm not some prize that you can claim."

"I can do whatever I want. I'm an Alpha and I'm Green Lantern," Hal smirked, his grip on Y/N's wrists tightening as he rubbed the hard-on throbbing under his suit against the weaker male, "And you're an Omega. My Omega. You're gonna submit."

"You're not my Alpha, and you may be Green Lantern, but you'll never be Superman," Y/N said, ignoring the pleasurable tingles running through his body from the Alpha grinding against him while sporting his spiteful little smirk at the Alpha, "You'll never be him."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hal questioned with a growl.

"I know you're jealous of him, Hal. You put on this cocky, self-assured facade, but deep down, you hate that Superman is everything you wish you could be. He's not even technically an Alpha and yet, everyone respects him. Everyone trusts him. He's the perfect hero, and you're not."

"You're wrong."

Y/N could see he was hitting some nerves, and despite the warnings in his head telling him to stop, he couldn't, "Am I? So why is it that every time he's near me, you're always watching me? Always trying to get my attention. You're always trying to assert your dominance as if that's going to make me want you more."

"Stop talking," Hal ordered, not even realizing how he was slowly grinding his hard erection against the Omega's slick dripping heat, the friction from their uniforms making it all the more pleasurable.

"You're always going on and on about how you're an Alpha and Superman's not, and yet, he's the first person who comes to mind when anyone thinks of a traditional or a perfect Alpha."

"That's enough."

"And what does that say about you, Hal?"

"Shut the fuck up!" The Alpha roared, his scent becoming suffocating as he tightened his hold on Y/N's wrists, his hips rutting faster and harder against the Omega's crotch.

"You're a disgrace to the Green Lantern Corps, Hal. And you're a disgrace to the Air Force." Y/N continued, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and lust as he stared at the Alpha above him.

"That's not true," Hal said, his voice faltering slightly.

"Is it? Because the way I see it, you're nothing more than a second-rate Green Lantern, a third-rate Alpha, and a fifth-rate superhero," The Omega ended, a venom to his words as he tauntingly smiled at the Alpha rutting against his body, his scent sweetening as his orgasm arrived already due to the increasingly sensitive state of his body from his heat approaching.

"SHUT UP!"

Hal lost control, his instincts taking over as he ripped the fabric of Y/N's suit. He couldn't stand the disrespect and the insults, and he needed to make the Omega eat his words. He needed to show he was better than the Kryptonian. He had to himself as the stronger Alpha, as the only Alpha.

He needed to prove that he was the best.

Y/N's moans were music to his ears, his slick coating his fingers as he pushed two digits inside the smaller male's tight cunt, the Alpha growling in arousal as the warmth wrapped around him. The Omega had to grip the edges of the table that he could reach to keep himself steady as his body rocked with overwhelming stimulation from Hal's fingers entering him so roughly while he was still in the middle of his first orgasm.

"A-ah, fuck ... ! H-Hal, stop.." Y/N moaned, his legs shaking as his walls fluttered around the Alpha's fingers.

His hand was around the Omega's throat, squeezing tightly as he forced him to look at him, "Don't you ever say those things to me again. Do you hear me? I'm not a failure. I'm not a failure."

"You are...a failure." Y/N choked out, his eyes watering.

At this point, the Omega had slowly given into his body's most primal desires, his mindset slowly slipping into that of a sex-crazed, needy little shit who just wanted to get fucked and knotted, thanks to his heat.

The Alpha snarled at the insult, his fingers thrusting deeper and harder. His thumb rubbed circles around the Omega's nub, the bundle of nerves sending jolts of pleasure up the smaller male's body. His focus had become solely on proving himself. He needed to show the Omega who was in charge.

"Stop saying that! Stop it! You're lying!" Hal growled, his pace quickening.

"Y-you're a f-failure. You'll...never be Superman," Y/N panted, his mind growing clouded. "You'll never b-be my A-Alpha."

"I'll be your Alpha. I'll be better than him. Better than any of them."

Within just another few minutes, The Alpha pulled another mind-shattering orgasm from the Omega, his scent heavy and intoxicating. He pulled out his fingers, licking his lips as he watched the mixed slick and cum dripping from them. He moved his hand up to the Omega's mouth, smearing the wetness across his lips.

"Suck them."

"No..." Y/N whimpered, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Do it. Now." Hal demanded, his grip on the Omega's neck tightening.

The squeeze against the smaller male's neck had his mouth opening with a quiet yelp in reflex, allowing the Alpha's fingers to enter. The taste was sweet and salty, and the Alpha couldn't help but growl in arousal as he watched the Omega suck his digits clean.

"That's it, baby. Get them nice and clean. You like the taste of your body, don't you?"

Once the Alpha had pulled his fingers out, the Omega's eyes were glazed over. His scent was so strong and thick, and it was almost enough to make the Alpha's knees weak. He wasn't done yet, though. He still needed to show no one was better than him.

Especially not Superman.

Hal ripped the front of his Green Lantern uniform open (it was okay, it magically came on and off anyway), exposing his toned chest and abs. His cock sprung free, already leaking precum. He positioned himself at the Omega's entrance, his tip rubbing against the wet entrance.

"Look at me." The Alpha growled, grabbing the Omega's chin.

Y/N's gaze was half-lidded, his pupils blown wide. His skin was flushed and his breathing was heavy. He could feel the Alpha's cock throbbing against him, the tip catching on his rim every so often.

"Still think I'm a failure? Still think I'm not good enough?" Hal growled.

"You're not..."

Y/N cried out as the Alpha entered him roughly, the sudden intrusion making him clench around the thick shaft. His body was overly sensitive, and the feeling of being filled was almost too much. He couldn't stop his hips from rolling forward, his thighs shaking.

"Oh, God...!"

"Doesn't seem like I'm a failure, does it?"

"Fuck...Hal, please, I can't take it.." Y/N begged, his body trembling.

"No, you'll take it. You'll take every inch of me." The Alpha growled, his hands gripping the Omega's waist as he began thrusting in and out, his pace fast and rough.

"No, please, Hal...stop, I can't...!"

"You can, and you will."

Hal's fingers dug into Y/N's sides, his thrusts growing faster and harder. His eyes were trained on the Omega's face, taking in the sight of his tear-stained cheeks and the drool dripping from his lips. The scent coming from the smaller male was so sweet and tempting, the Alpha's nostrils flaring as he breathed it in.

"Fuck, you're always so tight. Such a good little Omega for me."

"N-no, I'm not...I'm not..."

"Yes, you are. You're mine. My Omega."

The Alpha leaned forward, his teeth grazing the Omega's neck. He could feel the smaller male's pulse-quickening, his body shivering as the Alpha's warm breath ghosted across his skin.

"You're mine, Y/N. No one else's."

"H-Hal..."

"You're gonna be my mate, and you're gonna carry my seed and give me my first kid. I deserve it. I'm a better Alpha than any of them."

"N-nh ... ah ... n-no."

"Yes, you will. I'll fill you up with my cum, and I'll make sure it takes."

Hal leaned down over the Omega's body, his front pressing against the smaller male's chest as he continued his relentless assault on his cunt. His thrusts were deep and hard, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the air.

"Mine...mine...mine." The Alpha growled, his lips ghosting over the Omega's jaw and neck.

"H-Hal, please...it h-hurts." Y/N choked out, tears rolling down his cheeks as his hands clawed at the Alpha's wrist.

"Yeah, that's right. Beg. Who's a third-rate Alpha now, huh? Who's a failure now, Y/N?" Hal snarled while nipping the Omega's jaw and neck, the sound of the conference table creaking and groaning under their weight.

Y/N had already been through his third climax at this point, his body overstimulated and sore all over from the Alpha's rough treatment. He couldn't think straight, his mind overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain coursing through him.

"H-Hal, no, s-stop, p-plea–"

The Omega's cries were cut off by the Alpha's hand wrapping around his throat, squeezing tightly.

"Shut the fuck up. I'll let you breathe and talk when you're ready to admit who you belong to. Not before."

"H-Hal..."

The Alpha's hips were slamming into the Omega's, the sound of their bodies coming together echoing throughout the room. His knot was swelling, his thrusts growing more and more erratic.

Hal had never fucked him so brutally before, landing a harsh slap on the side of his bottom every so often while squeezing his neck even tighter. His insides felt like they were on fire, his walls clenching and throbbing around the Alpha's length.

"All that talk earlier and now look at you, crying and begging for me to stop. What happened to you thinking I'm a failure, huh? Did you change your mind?"

"I-I d-didn't. Y-you're a f-failure." Y/N managed to choke out despite his oxygen-deprived brain.

The Alpha's thrusts grew even harder, his knot catching on the Omega's rim every so often. He was close, his cock pulsating and throbbing inside the smaller male. He leaned up to stare the smaller male in the face, preparing to breed the smart-mouth brat while glaring at him through his mask.

"I can't wait to see Superman's face when you're round with my kid, knowing that you'll be mine and no one else's. And it'd better be a boy and an Alpha, or we'll be right back where we started," Hal growled, his grip on the Omega's throat tightening once more.

He continued hammering away at the Omega's heat, getting closer and closer to his end while Y/N approached his fourth, "Hope you weren't planning on having that weak Kryptonian with you during your heat. Because I'm gonna fuck you until you're pregnant, and then you're not gonna leave my side until I know you're carrying my child."

"P-perv..." Y/N weakly muttered, the Alpha's thrusts hitting his sweet spot repeatedly as he was forced to look into the Alpha's mask.

"Say what you want, but you know you're mine. And don't think I'm not going to punish you for those words earlier. I'll have you gagged and tied to the bed until you're carrying my kid. No protection this time."

Despite the lack of air in his lungs, Y/N, through the cloggy fog of his sex-muddled brain managed to mutter out one more thing before meeting his fate on the Green Lantern's knot, "I'd rather have Superman's kid than your failure spawn."

And just like that, Hal's grip on his throat tightened and his knot swelled and caught inside the Omega's hot cavern, his cock releasing his hot load while he growled, "That's it. You're gonna get it now."

Hal's knot kept his cum from spilling out of the Omega's throbbing walls, his grip tightening even more around the Omega's neck as he choked the life out of the smaller male.

The seething anger across Hal's face as he bred the Omega with his cum while he struggled to breathe was the last thing Y/N saw before blacking out.

While Y/N slipped into unconsciousness, Hal got the eerie feeling he was being watched, turning to see a trail of a familiar red cape through the small window in the door.

Superman.

The Alpha felt a sense of accomplishment and superiority, smirking as his hand squeezed the Omega's neck and the other ran down his body, settling at the base of his stomach, "Don't worry, Y/N, I'll take care of you. I'll prove to you who's the best Alpha. Just you wait."

When his knot finally deflated, Hal pulled out his limp cock from the Omega's sloppy hole. He watched as his cum spilled out of the smaller male's pink and puffy cunt, his fingers scooping some up. He pushed it back inside, his smirk growing wider.

He re-formed his entire suit while doing his best to cover him before slinging his unconscious form over his shoulder, making his way out of the room and the Hall. He was going to have his Omega, whether he liked it or not.

He was going to breed him and make him bear his child, and no one was going to stop him.

Hal had been walking for a few minutes when a large gust of wind nearly knocked him over, Superman standing before him, his expression unreadable, "What the hell do you want, Kryptonian?"

"Give him to me."

"No."

"That wasn't a request, Jordan," Clark growled, his eyes narrowing, "Give him to me."

"I don't think so. I'm the only Alpha here, and I'm going to take him back home. I'll show him that I'm the better man. And there's nothing you can do but accept it," Hal said, a hint of smugness in his voice.

"Like hell, I am," Clark said, his eyes glowing red.

Hal barely had time to react before the Omega was ripped from his shoulder and cradled in Superman's arms, "What the hell?! Get your hands off him, you bastard!"

"I'm not the bastard, Hal. That title goes to you," Clark growled, his tone cold, "Now, stay away from Y/N. If I find out you've touched him again, I'll personally deliver your ring back to Oa myself. Got it?"

The Green Lantern was left speechless, watching as the Kryptonian flew off with the Omega. He was pissed, and he knew he had to get him back. He wouldn't let Superman steal what was rightfully his.

"Alright, then. Round three it is, fly-boy."

☀️ | Hal Jordan/Green Lantern | ☀️

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kookslastbutton · 9 months

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Love's Remedy, On Fire ༓ jjk (m) l ch. I

✑ Summary: Jungkook is a romantic. He comes from a highly intelligent family who wants him to carry out the lineage. Being this way, he goes to college to be a pharmacist but his friends say college isn't just about studying! With a little persuasion, he goes to his first frat party thinking his hat will help him pick up a girl-or woman he means.

Pairing: STEM major!virgin!jungkook x STEM major!hot girl!reader

AU/genre: angst, smut, fluff, s2l, college au, mini-series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 3,027

Warnings: jk is very cute and determined, jk a romantic, oc has philophobia (fear of relationships), oc is not mean here but she teases jk, feat Jackson and Jae-beom, if i missed warning lmk!

Now Playing: seven, summertime sadness, she’s kerosene, angels like you+

A/N: um ok I swear this was supposed to be a pwp crack fic about jk wanting to get laid with a hat on. This turned into a very angsty but fluffy series and I'm sorry 😬 lmk what you think and tysm for reading! 💞 I know title is sucky

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Over the entirety of his nineteen years, Jungkook was pushed to prepare for one thing—college entrance exams.

It was a huge deal and getting into one of the leading universities in South Korea was a must for him. You see, the Jeons were nobody to laugh at with the bulk of them being high-ranking medical doctors, engineers, and lawyers. Continuing this legacy, therefore, was far from a choice, Jungkook had to follow suit.

When the results of the exams came back Jungkook passed with flying colors. It wasn't a surprise though since he spent all his time studying his ass off until the dawn. Jungkook indeed got accepted into one of the most prestigious universities in Seoul and his parents, teachers, and friends were quick to give their congratulations. He felt good too...no, he felt damn good.

Now he was here he was, standing in the middle of campus with his bag slung over one shoulder and a few orientation papers in his hand. It was still the first week of classes and he desperately needed to get to the science building. (He had chosen to follow his father's footsteps and go into biochem).

"Excuse me," he asks with nervous eyes and a wobbling lip. "Do you happen to know where the science building is? I'm late for class but I can't seem to find it."

The student he walks up to for directions looks about his age. He isn't sure if she's in her first year like him but she looks competent with the way she's standing, feet spread apart and a hand on her hip. The skirt she's sporting is incredibly short but the top is full length. She's smacking on hot pink gum as well, popping bubbles every now and then.

"Keep walking straight until you see the statue of President Kim, then take a right. The science building will be right there." You hardly spare him a glance but you make the mental note that he's cute with his fluffy black hair and big lost eyes. You consider asking his name but you shrug the feeling. He was cute yes, but he was too cute which isn't your type.

Jungkook gives a small thank you and walks off. Your directions are vague, but hopefully finding the statue will help him. After a few steps, he looks over his shoulder to see you laughing with your friend.

You have a gorgeous smile.

Probably the last time he'll see you though, he thinks. Jungkook isn't sure how he'd be with a woman given the fact he's never been with one. Surely he'd do better than half the dumbasses out there but guys like him don't stand a chance with a woman like you.

You look like you go for the experienced type and that wasn't him. He goes back to what he was doing, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Hey man, what's your name?" A young guy with bleached blonde hair slides into the seat next to him. Apparently, he wasn't the only one late. "I'm Jackson." The man goes in for a fist bump but stops when it's very obvious it won't be reciprocated.

"I'm Jungkook," he says, more concentrated on what his professor is saying than anything else. Jackson continues talking, however, despite his focused state.

"So, I'm assuming this is your first year?" Jungkook nods. "Me too. Where you from?"

"Busan."

"Cool cool, I'm from Hong Kong." Hearing this makes Jungkook shift his eyes over immediately. The last thing he expected was to meet someone from China. Was this Jackson dude just pulling his leg or was he being serious? Nevertheless, it intrigues him.

"I'm an exchange student." Jackson clarifies. "Always wanted to see what South Korea was like and I know Seoul's got a pretty thriving economy so..." He shrugs. "Figured I'd give it a go and my parents support it. As long as I stay on my doctor's track of course."

Well damn. A doctor was not what Jungkook assumed a guy like Jackson would be going for. This was a prestigious school but it's still a gen ed class they're in right now. Anyone from most majors could be taking it. If he had to guess, Jackson would be a businessman.

"Well enough about me though," Jackson quips. "What do you study?"

"Biochem. My dad works as a physician and my mom's a chemical engineer. I'm going for pharmacology."

"Shit bro," Jackson cusses freely. Jungkook doesn't mean to jump in response but he does. Being all formal talk at home, it's unventured territory. "You guys must be a family of geniuses. Wait...what's your last name?"

"Jeon?"

Jackson nearly falls back in his chair when he hears the name fall from Jungkook's lips. He covers his mouth with both hands to keep himself under wraps. "Are you serious? You're from the Jeon family? Fuck, man, I've been hearing about your family since I was a kid that's how influential your family has been in the medical industry."

Jungkook finds himself intertwining his hands. His family is well-established in what they do but it never occurred to him that they were that well-known. Sure his dad's been featured in a couple of magazines for his work and his mom's been given several awards for her research. But he didn't think they'd gone that publicly beyond their own town.

"Oh shit I'm sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable talking about this? Promise you I'm not a creep or anything!" The urgency in Jackson's tone stirs up the classroom, peers looking over at the two of them in annoyance.

"Do you mind shutting up?" A chestnut-haired boy is the first to speak up. He looks thoroughly pissed, to say the least with his cat-like eyes narrowing at the both of them. "Some of us actually want to graduate here."

"Chill out man. We're sorry." Jackson gives Jungkook a small tight-lipped smile. "We'll talk later."

"We will?"

Jackson gives him a slap on the back. "Yeah it's a given. You and I," he gestures between the two of them. "We should stick together. Being that we're both new around here and we both studying med. Also, was going to wait to tell you but I wanna go to this awesome party that goes on that kicks off the year. You'd think I'd be confident to go by myself but if you're free, I could use a buddy."

A party. Some blonde-haired boy who could very likely become the center of attention wants him, Jeon Jungkook, to go to a party? Jungkook spends most of his time playing video games, studying chem tables, and watching p—well he shouldn't say that part out loud.

"If you don't want to then I get it." Jackson scratches his head. "I don't wanna pressure you or anything. We did just meet and I just thought you looked cool so...."

"Okay." Jungkook accepts before giving it much thought. Besides studying, he was told college was a time to also let loose and have fun. Freedom and all that. That's what his friends back home told him at least. They also mentioned getting laid but...who would give him that fat chance?

If anything, maybe he'll get a friend by going to this little party. Jungkook shoots a small smile in return.

"Okay listen," Jackson says, opening the door to his black Lexus. "I heard this party gets crazy so just be smart and don't get into too much punch."

Jungkook hops in the passenger seat. "But I love punch." He straps his seatbelt in, totally unaware of the punch Jackson"s referring to.

"It's spiked Kook. And I'm guessing your alcohol tolerance is pretty low?" Jackson twists the key and pulls out of the campus parking lot. He doesn't mean to be insulting or anything but his new buddy doesn't look like the party-hardy kinda guy.

In fact, Jungkook decided to....well, wear a hat to this gig. It's not a baseball cap, beanie, or even a greasy cowboy hat.

It's a sunhat. Black at least.

"By the way Jungkook. I don't wanna sound like a dick or anything but can you explain the thing on your head? Because the rest of you looks great, black dress shirt and jeans."

"Oh um." Jungkook rubs his hands on his thighs. He's embarrassed to tell Jackson the truth but he's his buddy now, right? Maybe this can be a bonding thing for them. "I thought it was cute? I mean I wanna...ah." Jungkook lets out a nervous chuckle.

"What is it, man? I promise I won't judge."

"I wanna," he starts again. "Uhm you see I heard that if you wear something out of the ordinary that people will like you more or something. Like they'll be interested..."

"Mhm, cute and out of the ordinary things huh? What kind of people are you trying to impress Jungkook?" Jackson gives a knowing smirk. Who knew his buddy schemes these kinds of stuff.

Jungkook speeds through the answer. "Grs."

"Say it properly and slower."

"Wanna get a girl....woman! I mean...a woman." Jungkook sheepishly grins at Jackson. Please don't laugh at me, he begs silently.

"You dog!" Jackson pushes Jungkook's shoulder. "My little buddy is a man, well well well. So are you looking for a girlfriend or something else?"

"Wife!" Jungkook bugs out his eyes, no hesitation at all. Jackson struggles not to give even the slightest snort. Didn't Jungkook know what kind of party this is?

"That's very sweet but this isn't the place you're going to find a wife, Jungkook. That's more like if we were going to a speed dating thing....this, this is a frat party, little bro."

Jackson pulls up to the front of the giant, lit-up house. They could hear electronic music blasting outside and all over the lawn were shirtless guys and scantily-dressed women. Some were off making out while others were drinking in groups.

Jungkook tenses at the sight. He used to fancy black tie parties where everyone is dressed to the hill and drinking is moderate. Jackson is right, he is not finding a wife here. Dammit. But he really doesn't want to give up his hat.

"Yo Jackson," a guy with pitch-black hair greets the man with a fist bump. So that's how it's done, Jungkook observes. "Glad you could make it!"

"Jae-beom, what's good man?! I wouldn't miss this party for the world. I brought a friend." He ushers Jungkook to come forward. "This is Jungkook. He's in my class."

"Nice to meet you Jungkook!" Jae-beom moves in for a fist bump which ends up making contact with Jungkook's fist. It's not as sharp as with Jackson but it's a fist bump. "I used to work with Jackson over the summer. Always stealing my tips this man!"

"Hey, I did not do that!" Jackson gives a hearty laugh and shoves Jae-beom hard enough for him to lose his balance a little. "You kept leaving for a smoke. I had to wait your tables half the time!"

"I wasn't going for a smoke Jack—woah hey baby. What's your name?" The man shifts his focus to the girl walking past them. She has bright red lipstick, a black crop top, and jean shorts.

"Fuck off." She snaps before looking at Jungkook. "Cute hat by the way."

Everyone looks at Jungkook at that moment who's motionless. They hope to god he says something back but he only stares. The girl smirks at him and quirks her head to the side. "What's your name? I gotta friend who'd be all over you in a heartbeat, though she'd never admit it."

Jackson throws a mouth over his hand, eyes wide in amusement. This girl did not just propose Jungkook, his buddy who's looking for a wife, to get off with her friend.

"Um...yeah no. No, it's okay but thanks." Jungkook can barely sound the words. This girl in front of him was really, really hot but intimidating. "Yes thank you but I'm looking for a..."

"Don't-" Jackson lunges forward.

"Wife." Jungkook smiles at the girl a little too angelically. "I'm Jungkook though. What's your name?"

The girl bites her lip. "Well, it's too bad then Jungkook. Because you're so fucking cute and I know you'd like each other. Why don't you meet her? Even if it's just to say hi?"

Jungkook looks at Jackson who only shrugs. "Up to you man."

Jungkook makes his way through the heavy crowd. He bumps into a few people on the way but thankfully he's able to still see the girl, apparently who goes by Crystal.

Jungkook isn't convinced it's her real name but if that's what she wants to be called who is he to dispute?

Once they get to the other side of the room, Jungkook spots a woman with a tight black dress on. It falls mid-thigh and has laced-up sides. When they near the woman Jungkook feels himself sweating bullets.

"__!" Crystal taps on your shoulder. "I brought you, someone, to meet. This is Jungkook!"

You turn around, drink in hand. You look fucking stunning. Jungkook can't believe it's you. He's seeing you again and he wishes he didn't wear this damn hat now! He goes to yank it off but Crystal stops him.

"Hey, the hat's cute. Keep it on!"

"I-but," he looks at you. "But it's making me hot." You're making me hot.

You give a shrug. "Do what you want Jungkook. It's your head at stake." You take a sip of your drink. You really did not expect to see the shy guy from this morning be at a frat party. "Good to see you again."

"Oh, you know each other?"

"We had a slight run in this morning. Baby had to get to the science building." You take a scan at what he's wearing. Black shirt that cuts at the elbows, denim jeans, and sneakers. Not bad compared to the sweater he was wearing this morning.

"I'm—I'm not a baby." Jungkook can't stop himself from feeling offended. Whether you meant it to be condescending or not, he doesn't want to be seen as a baby! Especially not to you. "I'm a man, okay? I go to the gym and stuff."

"Okay I'm sorry," you say. "I just call everyone baby. I didn't mean anything."

That doesn't seem to relax Jungkook. "I can lift a fuck ton of weights too." He stops once he hears himself cuss out loud. Usually, he does that in his head....goddamn it.

"Mmm," you step towards him, careful not to touch him. Usually by now you'd already be in the bathroom getting railed by some punk but not tonight. Jungkook has your attention. "Can you now? I'm not sure if I believe you. You're kind of a twig, not to be rude or anything."

Jungkook's face turns to a darker shade, eyes piercing into yours. "I can show you I'm not lying."

"Go ahead, do what you will." You fake a yawn until you find yourself suddenly in his arms. They're a lot stronger and more muscular than you thought. "Jungkook! Put me down!"

Everyone at the party starts staring over, giggling at each other. Jungkook gives a satisfied grin. "I have you in my arms, what are you gonna do now? Not believe me again?"

"I-" You're certain your face glowing with embarrassment. "Um no, I believe you Jungkook. Please, set me down."

"Not til you say it --." He challenges-brat. "Say I'm not a baby."

"Jungkook I told you I call everyone baby. It wasn't-okay you're not a baby. Obviously, you lift a lot now please put me down."

Finally, he does what you ask, a proud face on. His hat is a little crooked so you reach out and fix it. It's a reflexive response, you don't even know what you're doing let alone Jungkook.

"Oh, sorry your hat was just-"

"Please go out with me. On a date I mean?" He's so terribly timid but he can't help himself now. He had you in his arms and you're just so beautiful and charming. He needs to know more about you. It's a must.

"Well, I-" Everyone waits for your answer, very nosy clearly. You look at Jungkook with his big eyes and pouty lips. You don't wanna say no but relationships aren't your thing. And it seems that is defiantly all he's in for.

Jungkook's shoulders sulk. He isn't expecting a yes but he was hoping that maybe you'd give him a tiny chance.

"Come on __," Crystal whispers. "Look at him. Don't you think he's cute? Like really cute?"

You look at your best friend with weary eyes. He's so cute but, there's that but. That relationship but. He's going to be the type to want to do all the couple things and snuggle and everything. Jungkook needs someone who is willing to do all the stuff and you? You're not good at any of it.

"I'm sorry Jungkook," you start. "I don't know if-"

"One date __. If it's a no I won't bother you again. I just....I just think you're really gorgeous and I wanna get to know you. That's all." He takes the hat off his head, letting his fluffy hair run free. You kinda wanna touch it if it didn't makes things weird.

His words, however, make your heart thump the tiniest amount. The only time you've ever been called gorgeous is when guys try to get in your bed. It's all you've known other than maybe from a relative. Gorgeous is used pretty regularly, you know that, but this time it's used in an entirely different context.

"I'll tell you what," he says, pulling out his phone. "I'll give you my number and if you change your mind text me or call. I won't bug you and you can delete it right after this if you want, I promise."

You end up taking his number and Jungkook leaves to go back to his buddies. "You should go out with him __," Crystal says.

"I don't know." You watch him stride away. "I'll think about it."

A/N: what am i doing? Idk im running away now bye! lmk what you think and tysm for reading! Comment/ask to be on taglist 💞

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 month

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Hi bb, just a thirst idea for you: Study fucking. Your fave has trouble being "smart" but he is a genius when it comes to pounding that ass after he gets too frustrated during a study session.

Oh, Vi, my sweet. I know you sent this a while ago. But when I read it, my heart wasn't the only thing to clench up 😈! Thank you so much for sending this to me. It was so fun to write!!

A/N ::: Nerd/Bad Boy!Keisuke Baji x F.reader, reader doesn't know he's in Toman until later (or at all, idk), he is NOT playing stupid, math is just really fucking hard!

C/W ::: Mutual pining that's super on the DL, unprotected P->V, Baji surprising us ... so nothing out of the ordinary.

WC ::: Just over 2k.

"Why though?!" Baji yelled a little louder than you thought he needed to. But it was clear he was getting more and more pissed about this. "Why the FUCK does it have to equal the fucking same area as this fucking pellaroraglam?"

You bit the insides of your cheeks and your tongue to keep from laughing at him about his pronunciation of the word 'parallelogram'. "Because that's how the Greeks intended it. Ok? Let's take a 10 minute break and come back to this again, yeah? You're not an idiot, Kei. I think you've just been staring at the book for so long that things are starting to make less and less sense. Does that make sense?" You reached over and took his glasses from his face and brushed your finger up and down the bridge of his nose. "Do you want to go for a walk or get something from the kitchen? Maybe to eat or drink? Make this 10 count because when we get back, we're hittin' it hard again, ok?"

Something about your wording made his cock twitch. But he shoved that thought down almost as quickly as it bubbled up into the forefront of his overworked brain.

"Hittin' it hard again, hah? You're mean, y/n. You're a bully. A learning bully. You're not gonna give in until I understand this shit, are ya?" He stood up from your desk and he gestured for you to follow him to your kitchen.

Your apartment was nothing special. But how you made the space your own was something that Baji always found so sweet and comforting. Of course, he'd never admit that to you. He is, after all, the first division Captain of Toman. Captains don't find things 'sweet.' They find them masculine and bloody. That's what everyone from the outside looking in thought, anyway. Though, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the pull you and your apartment had on him, he always found himself wishing he was back here, with you, in this little bubble of mild contentment you'd created.

He was relaxed when he was with you. Save for right now. But you were trying to help him study for his midterm. Any other time he's been here, he always felt safe. Maybe even small, for lack of a better descriptor, when he is anything but 'small' in any sense of the word.

"You really do have a mean streak in you, you know that?" He teased as you both walked into your kitchen. "But you're right. I need a break from that book. My eyes are crossing and it's starting to give me a headache."

"Do you want a couple of tylenol? I think I have ibuprofen, too. Anything I can do to help you with this, Keisuke. It's my job, after all. Use me however you need to to get this through that stubborn head of yours." You smiled so cute at him that he had a difficult time not telling you what he really wanted to use you for.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that. But first, can I ask you something kinda weird?" He sat down on one of the bar stools at the counter and you followed suit, sitting next to him.

"Of course! Anything, Kei." You rubbed your fingers up and down your forearm, a nervous habit. Even still, you assumed it was a question about the math you were helping him study. "What's up?"

"So, like, I know you're not into me in that way. Right? And that's fine. You've made that very clear. But, like, if you were...into me, I mean, into someone … hypothetically, I mean, what kind of person do you think you would be into? Like, are you more into the nerdy type, or the bad boy type, or, like, the artsy type?"

You didn't really understand where this was going. But you decided to humor him. "Well, I guess I've always been pretty attracted to the bad boy type. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't go for someone who was nerdy, too. It all depends on the person, you know? I have to like them first and foremost. Like, just because I see some bad boy doing bad boy stuff doesn't mean I'll fall to my knees and s-"

Baji choked on his tea, spitting it all over you in the process of trying to control the amount of liquid that was coming out of his mouth.

"Oh fuck! I'm so sorry, y/n! Gahhhd damn it. I am so sorry!" He grabbed the roll of paper towels from the counter by the sink and tore some off to frantically wipe your chest.

"K-Kei! Oh my god! Stop! It's ok! I'm at home, I can easily change my shirt. Don't worry about ... about it. You yell so much. Geez."

You hopped off of the stool and went back to your bedroom to find a shirt to change into. As you did so, Baji felt his stomach turn. He knew he shouldn't have asked you that. It was stupid and immature. But he couldn't help it. He'd had a crush on you for so long that he just needed to know if he had a chance in hell with you or not. But, as he'd guessed, you weren't interested in him that way.

He waited for you to come back to the kitchen before apologizing again. "I really am sorry, y/n. I don't know what came over me. I was just, I dunno, asking for a friend. And then you started to say that if you saw someone doing something that you’d fall to your knees and …" He waved his hand in the air as if to clear what he was going to say away before it’d even had a chance to see the light of day. “And I choked and blew my tea all over you.”

You giggled and shook your head, smiling at him. "It's ok, Kei. You're a little clumsy, but you're still really sweet. I like hanging out - I mean, you know. Helping you study. I enjoy your company, regardless of what we're doing."

"Y/n? I really wanna kih-" He blushed and looked away from you before he thought you saw his face turn a pretty shade of pink.

"You what, Kei?" You leaned around him a little to get his attention. "What do you want, Baji? You can tell me. We're friends."

FRIENDS

"Oh, y-yeah. Of course we're ... friends. Yeah. Well, let's get back to the math, then. C'mon." His heart, smile and morale sank as he headed back to your room with you.

Meanwhile, you were left to wonder what he was going to say. What did he want to 'kih'? Kiss? Oh, no. It couldn't be that. Right? Maybe he just wanted to kick your butt for making fun of his pronunciation earlier ... even though your face was the only thing giving away the fact you were getting quite a bit of entertainment from that. He wouldn't have noticed that. Right?

You followed him back to your bedroom and decided to keep quiet about the whole thing. You couldn't imagine that he would want to kiss you. You were just his tutor. And he was so cool. He had cool friends, girls practically fell at his feet when he walked by them. He couldn't possibly have feelings for you, right?

Oh, but he did. He really did. He was mad for you. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into his lap and kiss you senseless. But that couldn't happen. He couldn't ruin the time you spent together. It was precious to him, even though he knew you saw it as nothing more than a job.

The next hour of your time together was spent studying right from the book. There was no talking, no joking, just Baji finally getting to work. It was a welcome change for you. It meant you could focus on your task at hand and not worry about him trying to distract you with his unfinished sentences.

He was still so frustrated. But he was starting to make progress. He was starting to understand what you were trying to teach him. He just wished he could show you how he felt.

As you helped him work through the last of the 4 problems he had to do, he tried to come up with a way to say it. To tell you how he really felt. He was never good at words. Action was his strength. "I'm not sure about par-parallelograms? Is that how you say it? I'm so fucking sick of that long ass word. It's so stupid. Why couldn't they just say a special type of quadrilateral that has both pairs of opposite sides parallel and equal. That word is like 73 letters long. I hate it. It's so fucking annoying, y/n. Jesus."

You clapped and jumped a little where you stood, your tits bounced and his eyes went right to them. "Yes! Yes, Kei! Good! Good job!" You jumped into his arms and hugged him so tightly, burying your face in his neck, (accidentally) inhaling his scent. "I knew you could ..." you pulled your face back from him and looked into his brown eyes. "I knew you could do it ... Keisuke. Mmm ... Kei-suk-e. You ..." you breathed the words out heavily and found yourself staring at his full lips. That sly smile, his sharp teeth. Pain never looked so appealing.

Your heart stopped in your chest when he threw the math book across the room and it slammed into your wall with a loud thud. Before you had time to process what was happening, his hands were in your hair and his lips were on yours.

You'd been so stupid for someone who taught other people things. So stupid to not see how he felt. And now, here he was, kissing you like he needed you to breathe. You reached up and pulled his long black hair back from his face and returned the kiss with just as much intensity.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything, y/n. I didn't think you'd want me that way. I'm just a dumbass with no future. You're so smart and pretty and funny and ... and I just can't believe you're actually kissing me back right now."

You shook your head and smiled. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize what was happening, Kei. You're not as good at hiding your feelings as you think. You should have just said something, though. This whole time we've been studying everything together, we could have been ..."

"... fucking like rabbits?" He laughed, but his eyes were serious.

You reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. "You know, it's not nice to talk to your tutor like that. But Baji, you've made a lot of progress tonight. I think you deserve a reward."

He picked you up and laid you down on your bed. "Oh yeah? And what kind of reward do you think I deserve, y/n?"

You reached over to your bedside table and turned on your neon pink LED lights. "The best kind, Kei. You've earned it."

"Fuck, y/n. You are so hot. I can't wait to fuck you so hard you forget everything you've ever taught me. We’ll have to have some more lessons. Is that ok with you?"

You nodded as you pulled your shirt up and over your head. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. We can even work on your pronunciation. You're a bit of a mess with your consonants."

He kissed you again and smiled. "Y/n, oh my god, shut up ... you're the worst." He pulled his pants down and straddled you, his cock rock hard and ready for you. "But you're also the best. I can't wait to make you mine."

"Kei, you're already mine." You reached up and cupped his cheek, pulling him in for another kiss. "Now ... teach me something.”

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sh0tanzz · 22 days

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Who in riize do u think would like a partner who’s slightly older/younger than them, like a year or two age difference? N then who do you think would prefer someone who’s older and has more life experience? (Basically kinda in a who would want to be taken care of by their partner vs them being the one to take care of their partner type of way)

hmmmmm this may be a bit controversial I fear

RIIZE OLDER VS YOUNGER based on astrology~

reminder this is based off of MY opinions of their birth chart placements + aspects and is not exact fact unless I knew them myself and I am not a professional astrologer 🤍

Older

Seunghan

a lot of people think Seunghan would have a younger s.o but ngl..he'd probably like someone more older or at least a person that has more experience/more mature. I say this because the things he'd want the most I feel like he'd expect or more easily get from someone older. He wants someone that would be independent + confident in their place in the relationship, has experience in life in general (including partying/vices), and ngl he might want more tasteful luxury gifts so lowkey sugarmama/older gf vibes 😭.

Anton

I don't think he cares about age at all bc his chart doesn't indicate physical attributes minus the stereotypical feminine things (bouncy healthy hair, sweet perfumes, pretty nails) but I feel like he'd be best suited with someone older yk..like that would be best for him. Reason being, personality wise he wants someone mature, ambitious, independent, doesn't need to be babied/taken care of 24/7, can guide him, financial stable which is something you expect from a more mature/older person right ?

Middle Ground

alright ikik all my babygirls are wondering wtf Sungchan and Eunseok are doing here instead of the younger category but..walk with me....🤫

Sungchan

50/50 bc I feel like he can get what he wants from either age group. He has a cancer moon + leo venus so he may like reciprocity and for him and his s.o nurture or be attentive with each other OR he's ok with taking care of a younger/immature s.o & would be fine with being taken care of by a older/mature s.o. He likes someone to be educated, lowkey a little wiser and put together BUT he likes to wear the pants and be the lead/doting counterpart of the relationship. I just think he can get what he likes from either group and he probs is into cap risings.

Eunseok

Eunseok..probably just doesn't care LMFAO. As long as you're tall, hot, confident and charming he's all in. IM KIDDING OFC . but he can adapt to either relationship trope. He likes someone with a mature seductiveness thats independent and gives good concrete wise advice..BUT he also likes someone thats goofy and surprises him and has a teasing "hard to get" aura to them. So imo he'd go after either one as long as they were compatible with him.

Younger

(crazy I know)

Sohee

Sohee is typically the one being doted on and seen as the "cute" one and I just think he'd want to explore outside of that trope through his partner (sag venus tings). Plus I'm ngl Sohee's big 6 placements and his sun/uranus + mercury/mars aspects makes me feel like he'd feel kinda slowed down or restricted with an older/overly mature/serious partner. This is about to be contradictory ik but I feel like it’d be easier if said older partner had a more immature “cute” image

Wonbin

Wonbin probably likes...cliche dynamincs ngl..his taurus mars makes him feel more driven to the traditional/stereotypical dynamics yk so he's the masc and provides like the typical "oppa" type shit ykwim. Plus his Pisces Venus probably makes him idealize that type of stereotypical trope more. I also feel like an older partner would make him feel a more serious sense of responsibility and scare the shit out of him 😭😭.

Shotaro

Shotaro has a capricorn venus and I said in one post his ideal type could go either way and transition between being more playful+immature or sophisticated+mature I feel like he currently likes immature/younger partners (see how he dotes on Sohee/Anton the youngest members) but in the future would prefer someone more mature because that's just what I typically see in cap venus men,,they start with one ideal type and the older they get they switch to the other.

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caligvlasaqvarivm · 25 days

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how do you feel about march eridan?

Ok disclaimer before I get into it, trolls wearing dresses = great and fantastic; in fact, given that the gender differences in troll culture are so much less significant, ALL the male trolls should own some femme-ass clothes, even if it's as simple as just having a skirt version of their pants, and it's a little lame that we didn't get that.

That said, March Eridan specifically kind of annoys me because it has 0 basis in canon (aside from some shoutouts in things like ministrife sprites) but has taken over Eridan discussions so wholly that it's become widely accepted as part of his character that he's really into femme stuff when the opposite is true, and he's got some pretty major characterization tied up in the fact that he does lean so masc, and what specific type of masc he tends to present as.

So first of all, Eridan dresses up to emulate Dualscar, and this is very obvious and straightforward; if you've read the big essay I have pinned to my blog, you know that this is all a part of his basic "I have to be a big bad sea dweller or Something Bad Will Happen" suite of issues.

Thus, we can ALSO assume that the choices he made that aren't made to emulate Dualscar are reflective of his ACTUAL taste in clothing. For example, blue pants instead of purple and black - I believe that this is because Eridan likes to dress up in the blood colors of his dates; he wears a lot of blue because he's hatedating Vriska (and never quite seems to get 100% over her), and we also see this in the rings on his fingers - half of which are fuchsia, for Feferi.

So that leaves us with the glasses, shoes, and scarf. And we know why he dresses like that! It's because he's a hipster. (The scarf has an added benefit of being associated with harry potter-style wizards).

CCG: PAST YOU, PRESENT YOU, FUTURE YOU CCG: AND ABOVE ALL, UGLY SCARFNECKED DOUCHEBAG HIPSTER YOU CCG: WAIT I FORGOT, ALL OF THE YOUS ARE THAT YOU

And very specifically, a masc hipster from the era - the glasses and the ugly-ass shoes are dead giveaways. The slicked-back hair is reminiscent of that fashion style, too. He is also a douchebag. This too is important. He draws from character archetypes of the time that were generally agreed upon to be the most punchable people in existence; his introduction calls him "KIND OF A TOOL" and he consistently acts according to that. Like, I mean, just LOOK at those shades. Those are not the shades of somebody you want to be trapped in a conversation with.

A fairly accurate Eridan fashion board would look something like this:

And, like, it kind of matters that he dresses like this specific breed of pretentious male douchebag; on a meta level, that's the impression he's supposed to give the audience, and on a diegetic level, he CHOOSES to look like this because he has these kinds of interests, but is relegating them to secondary accessories.

We never hear him talk about liking hipster shit; we have to hear it from Karkat and glean it from his design. This is because, as I've talked about before, he actively distances himself from things that make him happy, things that he'd enjoy. The constant push-pull between his ACTUAL interests, and the ones he thinks he has to have because he's supposed to be a big nasty sea dweller, is a huge part of his characterization - for example, the way he keeps claiming that magic and wizards are fake and shitty, but has no less than 6 wizard statues in his respiteblock alone, and cared about his crappy wands enough to bring them onto the meteor.

So that's one of my other issues with March Eridan and the general fanon that he'd be really into femme clothes (and, by extension, fashion) - he wouldn't be forthcoming about it, even if it was true. He has a deep sense of shame and insecurity surrounding what few interests he actually has, because they feel stupid, ridiculous, and frivolous, next to the intense anxiety he has about playing the role society gave him. He's got a very strong sense of duty that makes it very difficult for him to relax and actually enjoy something. Which, you know, probably feeds into his hipster-ness - a movement often defined more by what it doesn't approve of than what it does.

Canon Eridan, when he has a choice of what to wear, overwhelmingly chooses masculine clothing with hipster connotations. And this matters, it's part of his characterization, it says something about him, the same way that it's important that Karkat dresses very simply and baggily (we all know how many insecurities Karkat has about his body) or that Sollux's bifurcation is shown in his clothes. So please please please don't misunderstand my dislike of March Eridan as me saying I don't want him in dresses; I purely dislike it because it's usually SUCH a misread of his character.

And to prove it, here's my other gripe with March Eridan stuff: all the dresses shown in the not-canon "official" artworks don't even flatter his bodytype. Why do his custom mannequins in Pesterquest have CURVES when his Pesterquest sprite doesn't?????

Please, I'm begging you, there are guides for dressing this body type, and even historical fashions that deliberately try to emulate this body type, please if you're going to dress him femme and HC that he enjoys fashion, please put him in clothes that flatter him please

I think Eridan should own some femme clothes, because on Alternia, there are very few differences between the genders, he's rich enough to afford it, and he clearly has more of an interest in fashion in general - but I think the fact that he has a clear canon preference for masculine styles is significant, and I'm really annoying, so it kind of does bothers me that this is a controversial opinion. That being said, I don't want to tell people what they Should and Should Not do, because that's lame. Who cares. He's a fictional character, let people draw him in dresses. Would be very happy if this post causes people to draw him in different styles of dresses though :pray:

#I'm not going to tag this #because also people playing around with putting Eridan in dresses is 100% harmless #and i'm not going to ruin the fun by going But The Canon Says -#i'm just really really really annoying about canon and i kind of assume people follow me for that reason #but please dont let my annoyingness hamper your fun #if you enjoy putting eridan in dresses then by all means keep doing it #peace and love and rise above

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Ok but...

Crowley channeling his 1967/inner secret agent for this whole turtleneck look for the scene with Mr. Brown in The Dirty Donkey when tied to Aziraphale losing his damn mind and re-costuming everybody during The Ball is cracking me up.

To unnecessarily jog your memory lol, here's Crowley looking like a whole snack in the pub:

Turtleneck and the vest under the blazer, right? And here's Mr. Brown in the same scene, during which he was refusing to take Aziraphale's every damn hint of disinterest:

Mr. Brown of Brown's World of Carpets is wearing-- *in theory* lol-- the same set of clothes as Crowley, furthering the comparison between them. He's wearing a shirt, a tie, a vest, and a jacket over pants. It's just that he's wearing a far less sexy version of what Crowley has on and the shirt is a different kind. Mr. Brown has on a burnt orange shirt that would look far better with a brown suit than the black he has on and a truly garish tie. (So, we're saying Mr. Brown's look-- and the life it suggests-- would improve if he'd just own his brown-ness instead of trying to wear too much black aka to try to take over Crowley's role in Aziraphale's life.) His blazer is black and brown and doesn't fit him well and doesn't really work with his vest, which is brown. When Crowley snaps Mr. Brown back after The Ball and puts him into line for coffee at Nina's, he is wearing this same outfit, implying that he probably wore this to the Whickber Street meeting. This means that the outfit Mr. Brown has on during The Ball is the one Aziraphale made for him.

Without diving into exactly how horrifying a thing it is that Aziraphale is exerting this much control over the neighbors at The Ball here, we know that the idea is that Aziraphale was changing clothes of people at The Ball to reflect what he thought they should be wearing. Maggie got that beautiful blue silk blouse, reflecting how Aziraphale thought she should vary her record shop wardrobe a bit to catch Nina's eye. Mrs. Sandwich got a whole glow up from her tracksuit into the fabulous madam that she is. Jim... yeah, that's another meta lol. Crowley's only wardrobe change is one that happens prior to The Ball and that he made himself and has been wearing for most of the afternoon already. He is wearing a collarless black dress shirt with a few buttons undone, dressing up a little for his husband's work party thing.

Crowley, as we all know, was exempted from Aziraphale's Jane Austen influence and that's because a) Aziraphale seems to understand the concept of consent when it comes to his partner at least here and doesn't ever try to influence him but also b) Aziraphale thinks Crowley is perfect as he is. Aziraphale's assessment of Crowley's whole situation here is 10/10 no notes hey baby you wanna dance?

So it's then even funnier when Mr. Brown of Brown's World of Carpets gets Queer Angel Eye for the Schulbby Human Guy-d into a late 1960s-inspired outfit with a turtleneck and a fitted blazer that coordinates with his vest and so does what the whole vest-blazer situation is supposed to do for his body and that whole godawful tie is just gone and the burnt orange blended into his jacket. He looks much better-- I won't disagree with Aziraphale here lol-- but he does because Aziraphale just literally dressed him up in a brown & brown plaid version of Crowley's look in the pub scene when Mr. Brown couldn't take the hints Aziraphale was hurling at him that he's not interested and that Crowley is his partner. Mr. Brown is no longer wearing a shred of black-- just different shades of brown lol. The black is the sex that is Crowley while the brown is, well, the Mr. Brown that is of the Brown's World of Carpets.

#ineffable husbands #good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #good omens meta #aziracrow #mr brown #of brown's world of carpets

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openminded-freak · 1 year

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Wally Darling x Feral!Reader

I haven't seen too many fics on the reader being an absolute little shit and I think it's a hilarious thought, so here we go

TW: Swear words are used, rape is mentioned briefly (just one word)

🔥 You used to be known as the gremlin child in your friend group. Slept all day, stayed up all night, blasted whatever music matched your vibe, and was known for being a downright degenerate

🔥 You'd often end up in the deep, dark corners of the web after your hours of surfing the internet, and, eventually, you stumbled across a blog about an estranged children's show called Welcome Home!

🔥 You thought it was cute, but grew especially fascinated with the show's main character, Wally Darling

🔥 He grew fascinated with you too. A lot

🔥 So he nabbed your ass and took you Home

🔥 When you woke up on his living room floor, you didn't freak out like you thought he would. In fact, you were eerily calm. You sat up and looked at him with a blank expression on your face that he couldn't possibly hope to match

🔥 "If you don't tell me where I am in the next three seconds, I'm running out the door and screaming rape." Wally didn't know what that was, but he knew his friends would be concerned if a stranger ran out of his house screaming anything, so he explained the situation

🔥 You just nodded along as he spoke until he was done. "So, like, I'm stuck here? With no hope of getting out?"

🔥 "Yes, but it's okay, Neighbor.. Your dear friend, Wally will help you settle in..." He cocked his head and smiled.

🔥 "... Yeah, no, fuck that mess. I'm gonna find someone that actually has an ounce of sanity." You tried to walk out but Home wouldn't let open the front door.

🔥 "Open the door before I break a window and get out that way." Home opened the door.

🔥 You met the neighbors and despite the fact that they probably deserved to know that Wally was actually fucking crazy, you wanted to preserve their innocence, so you just acted like you just moved in.

🔥 There was actually a new house on the block, completely suited to your personality, so it wasn't a lie.

🔥 You settled in quickly and made friends with your neighbors (except for Wally), often doing activities with them and hanging out.

🔥 Meanwhile, Wally was distraught! This wasn't going how he wanted at all! Every time he tries to talk to you and explain himself, or apologize, you act like he's a fly @:(

🔥 "Shoo, shoo fly. Bye bye, now." "But.." "Go away 👹."

🔥 You found a boom box in your house and used that to annoy the shit out of him as payback. You tried different genres of music so find which he disliked the most, and then stood outside Home and blasted it at night.

🔥 Turns out, he strongly dislikes rap. He finds most of it distasteful. So, of course, that's what you always play. Your favorite was Short Dick Man by Gillette, you thought it suited him so well 😍🥰

🔥 Yeah, no, he fucking hated that song. He didn't quite understand the lyrics but he could take a guess that you were poking fun at him. He'd poke his head out the window with an uncharacteristic frown. "Would you please.. turn that off.. I can't sleep."

🔥 "Bruh, we both know you literally can't sleep, bffr." You'd turn it up louder.

🔥 Julie would sometimes join in on the fun too. She thought it was such a fun game! You'd just snicker and pass her the boom box.

🔥 Wally decided he'd had enough and marched up to you. "Neighbor, I'm very tired of your games.. You've been acting very unneighborly..."

🔥 "Ok boomer lol"

🔥 At this point, even if he did find a way to send you home, you'd refuse. It's become your life goal to harass him until the day you die. And you don't think you can die in this world, so you get to haunt him forever, isn't that fun? ❤️

#wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home fandom #welcome home puppet show #cursed reader #the reader is fucking crazy #but so is wally so it's fine #x reader #rivalry #more like Wally vs. reader tbh #but he loses lol #wally darling headcannons #welcome home headcannons #julie joyful #welcome home julie

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onlyjaeyun · 10 months

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ok but jay or jake idk which suits this more but I THINK BOTH would love to fuck u in the back of their brand new car like they just picked it up n already they need u in the backseat to ‘break it in’ n claim it as yours

omg my sweet sweet cinna this is such a delicious thought to be honest and as someone who lowk has a thing for cars this made my head spin 🤞🏼🥺

— cw: fem!reader, lowk exhibitionism, creampies, car sef (it's parked lol)

Personally I think this whole concept suits Jay more than Jake, simply because he gives me those vibes and the combination of him and expensive cars makes me giggle. 🤭

Park Jongseong has a very specific model of a car in his minds which he's determined to make his own once he's got his life together. and as he works very hard to save up for it, you're by his side all along way, supporting him in every aspect possible (except financially bc he'd "rather drink a bottle of piss" than take his precious girlfriend's money), which he's more than just grateful for.

after months of picking out every single detail with a lot of care and thoughts, he finally gets to pick his nee baby up and take her home. and there's absolutely no way jay's not taking you with him because he wants to share this very special moment with the one person who's never doubted him or his saving abilities.

by the time you two drive away in the sexiest car you've ever been in, you quickly notice the way your boyfriend struggles to realise that this isn't a dream and he's actually sitting in his dream car, which he actually owns now.

as jay makes his way to the highway, you reach over to caress his cheek with a soft giggle of excitement, simply enjoying your boyfriend's happiness snd wordlessly letting him know how proud you are of him.

only for a single second does he avert his gaze from the street to look at you, just a single second.

yet the next thing your brain manages to comprehend is the feeling of jay's big hands roaming your body like a man gone mad.

you can't even properly remember when he drove off the highway and into the most random exit to find an abandoned parking lot before he pulled you into the backseat of his new car.

"j-jay", you whimper and throw your head back, losing every bit of composure you had left the second he pulls your panties down your thighs, almost instantly burying his face in your drenched cunt ss he tightly takes a hold of your soft hips.

your biyfriend's always been one to surprise you with his actions and behavior, yet nothing could have ever prepsred you for the hunger in his eyes snd the determin in his grip on you.

"want you to be the first thing i do in this baby", he grunts and wraps his pretty lips around your sensitive clit, nudging your soaking wet entrance with the tips of his fingers before he slowly pushes them in and moans against your cunt at the way you start clenching around the digits.

"please", is the only thing you manage to get out, your head spinning from all the arousal clouding your brain, "fuck me then."

and how could jay deny his perfect girl a request so sweet, right?

without saying another word, you lazily watch your boyfriend unbuckle his belt, pulling his pants down just enough to expose his rock hard cock to your hungry eyes before he lets a thick drop of his own spit fall onto the tip and gives himself a few good strokes.

you have absolutely no idea how many times you cum, but by the end of jay's energy and impressive stamina, you can feel the mixture of your own snd his cum pooling underneath your ass, staining the expensive leather of his brand new car.

"mission accomplished", is the only thing jay mumbles before he lets out a breathy chuckle and pulls you into the sweetest kiss.

#enhypen smut #enhypen jay smut #enhypen hard hours #; boyfie #; drabbles

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Ever since I read your Innocent Abominations story I've been thinking about the Matrix going in the exact opposite direction. This ancient, sentient, vaguely eldritch relic of a demigod takes one look at the Terrans and goes "BABIES!!!". Optimus barely even glances at them during their first meeting to check it they're ok and is promptly sucker-punched by divine parental instincts. As far as the two are concerned the Terrans are their niephlings and by Primus are they going to do all they can to help these younglings with the inevitable nonsense that will come with being the children of one of the Thirteen. They are prepared to live, die and kill for these children.

We love a good ol protective Op in this house.

Original concept here.

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Optimus never hated sparklings or even younglings for that matter. He didn't exactly have plans to be a parent, but he'd been a mentor more than enough times to not be against the concept of potentially having progeny of his own. Of course all potential plans would come to fruition once the war was over and extinction didn't loom over his helm. At least that was what he thought.

When Bumblebee informed him of the Terrans existence, Optimus was pleased, but that was all. New Cybertronian life was always something to be cherished in a time when no newsparks had emerged since the war was at its peak. He didn't interact with the Terrans, largely for their own safety.

Then the time came, and he finally met the little ones.

The Matrix was never particularly talkative. It did not approve of war, and thus often kept quiet unless it was offering necessary wisdom and encouragement. But one glance at the Terrans proved to be enough to bring an end to its millennia long vow of silence. For the first time, Optimus heard the Matrix speak with words rather than in images or knowledge.

"Our younglings."

That was all it said, but Optimus felt it in every single fiber of his being. The Matrix had spoken, and as its vessel, Optimus obeyed. His very code shifted, command trees that he had never even known existed sprung to life, and before he knew it, he was already on a knee reaching out to shake the servos of the little ones. His finials perked up in a friendly manner, his field flared out in bursts, and his plating sat at an amicable mid flare, just enough to show trust. All this was done unconsciously as, without his knowledge, his very voice adjusted to be softer.

By the time all was said and done, the battle over, and the children safely escorted home, Optimus had never felt so alive. Megatron gave him the most disturbed look Optimus had ever witnessed, but at that moment, he didn't care. Within him the Matrix was already speaking again, offering thinly veiled orders and continuing to adjust him so that he would be better suited to the new task ahead of him.

All that kept him from hightailing it over to the Maltos every single day was Elita physically dragging him back toward wherever he was meant to be. Everyone was on edge watching Optimus fall further and further into his strangely happy daydreams. To them, it looked like what the humans called "baby fever" but on steroids. Optimus didn't even wait a week before he was obsessing over how to properly interact with the Terrans. He started making things for them and then promptly put them away since in his optics it simply wasn't good enough.

The Matrix had him on the move all the time, constantly reminding him of the little ones that were well within his reach. It had already begun all of its internal adjustments, and so all it had left to do was to make Optimus more appealing. The Matrix began the long process of hiding the outright malicious looking equipment on the Prime's frame, even softening his features somewhat so that he would come off as more peaceful. Optimus for his part didn't notice his frame bulking up in order to make him a better guardian. He most certainly wasn't aware of the way his very frame was edging into something firmer and yet less intimidating. A quiet guardian, that was what the Matrix wanted.

When all was said and done, Megatron was slightly terrified of this new and strangely cheery Optimus and Elita was no better. Both united over their shared concerns and opted to quietly watch Optimus when he finally found a decent excuse to visit the Terrans. Megatron was incredibly on edge when Optimus all but bolted toward the Maltos residence and then skidded to a perfect stop so that he could walk forward calmly as if nothing had happened. He was so focused on performing well that the battle hardened warrior all but vanished.

In his place was the dock worker from long before the war. An excitable young mech eager to help and offer what wisdom he had. The Terrans were pleasantly surprised to find that the supposedly ancient Optimus Prime was, from what they were seeing, a gentle giant. The Matrix had never been more pleased when Optimus settled down and offered to engage with the Terrans in whatever manner they found best. He spent the whole day with them, reading, telling stories, letting them beat him in mock battles, and teaching them what he could of Cybertron.

There was no violence to be seen in him as he played. Megatron was slightly terrified, but he said nothing and allowed the moment. It was only when Optimus hummed an old folk tune and wrapped the Terrans in his field that Megatron finally understood what was going on.

"You can't adopt them. They have a family here."

"We are well aware. Don't worry. We have no intention of taking them away."

"Then why are you doing this?"

"They are the offspring of our brother. They are young and must be guided by kin."

"You don't have any siblings Optimus."

"I do not, but together, WE do."

"Oh not the Prime slag again. That relic hasn't done anything during the war, so why would it act now?"

"The Matrix had no reason to act. It detests war. New life has given us something to unite over."

"So you are going to teach them?"

"Yes. We will guide and watch over them. We will not be their parents, that is not our station. But we will always be here for them... for that is the duty of a Prime."

Every moment he could spare, Optimus did everything in his power to make time for the Terrans. The Matrix sang when he visited, and despite how much it weirded out Bumblebee, the human Maltos, and Megatron, Optimus kept coming back.

Younglings born of Quintus. He never thought it would come to pass. And yet here they were, bright and full of life.

Despite his new and more docile appearance, Optimus Prime was more than ready to act when the Terrans were targeted. The Matrix abhorred war. But it was not necessarily against violence in small doses.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers earthspark #earthspark megatron #earthspark optimus #tf earthspark #the matrix of leadership #alternate universe #kinda #not really #but whatever

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neoarchipelago · 1 year

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And they were Rommates (part 18)

A/N: Ok so, a bit of a cool, chill chapter. I've been a bit mean to you. So a bit of a nice calm moment. I swear it's because i'm nice. I'm nice, i swear.

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ CONTENT.

You blinked open your eyes. It was dark outside. You noticed it immediately. You also noticed that Simon wasn't with you. You stretched your limbs, you were sore. You were still wearing the bunny suit. Blushing, you reviewed in mind the reaction Simon had. You giggled to yourself before deciding you were hungry.

Simon was a master of aftercare. He cleaned you up, brought water, asked if you wanted snacks, and then it was cuddle time. Turns out you fell asleep this time. Getting up slowly, you hopped your way out of the bedroom and into the hallway. You were wearing the bunny headband, that you were sure you had lost when you were railed up.

Simon must have put it back on your head while you slept and that made you melt. The house was quiet. You wondered where the boys were, especially Simon.

Once you reached the end of the stairs you hopped to the living room area twirling around in the pretty dress.

Eyes. Looking at you. Many. You yelped, jumping.

"What the fuck guys! Why are you creeping like that?!" You yelled.

Simon stood, leaning back against the counter arms crossed while the squad, price included, sat at the large table.

"This is why you got us out of the house!" Soap said, offended.

Riley had jumped as soon as he had heard you yelp, you were trying to handle the big boy trying to receive pets from you.

Gaz laughed, Price chuckled under his breath. Konig looked slightly embarrassed.

Simon was eyeing you confidently. You'd thought he'd be somehow jealous or would want to hide you. Instead he looked proud. He was gushing over you, and proudly showing what's his. You felt yourself get warm.

"Just… got down to get a snack. Continue… whatever you guys are doing."

You walked over to the kitchen feeling Simon's stare as you walked.

"Actually… captain. I got places to be." Soap interjected, getting up and smoothing his jacket.

You noticed he was indeed well dressed and pampered.

"Well, where are you going young man?" You teased as you grabbed something from the fridge.

"I'm taking Margo and Tyler out to dinner, and then we're going to the arcade." He said with a big grin.

You gasped and jumped happily to the counter.

"No way!! You asked her out!"

"I asked them out. I have to win them both." He said, a tiny bit of stress in his voice.

"Oh don't worry. I think Tyler loves you already." Gaz added.

You smiled happily at him.

"What made you move sergeant?" Price asked, visibly curious.

"Well." He started, turning his face to you. "Someone told me that we shouldn't waste time. Because things happen, and then we don't get to see our plans happen." He finished with a soft smile.

You blushed, half embarrassed, avoiding Simon's gaze at all cost. Soap ran to you, kissing your cheek before running off. You were captivated by your drink.

"Actually sir… I…I… have to go too…"

You looked up at Konig's voice, eyes wide.

"Don't tell me you have a date too…" Price looked slightly shocked yet arbourded a wide smile on his face.

"I.. I'm going to watch a movie with Grim.. I-I'll be right in front so if you need-"

"No Konig it's alright. Enjoy your movie night." You said in a soft voice.

His eyes wrinkled behind the mask before he waved and started walking away.

"Wait! Comin' with ya. Gonna see if Aquila and Richard are up to some gaming tonight." Gaz said, standing up and running off behind Konig.

Simon seemed to chuckle before turning around facing you. Thank God the counter was separating you two because you just wanted to kiss that man, by the simple way he looked at you.

"Some coffee captain?" You asked, eyes not leaving Simon.

"Gladly but I don't want to hold the candles." He joked.

"You'll be alright Price. Get a coffee with us and then you can run off." Simon added, heading to the coffee machine to prepare said coffee.

Price sighed but accepted. He rose to his feet, walking to the counter taking a seat in front of you. You looked up at him, a small smirk on your lips.

"I know what you want to ask." He said with a smile.

"Do you?" You said in the same tone.

"Yes I do"

"I haven't said a thing."

"I can see it, so go on. Ask."

"Do you want me to ask?" You teased.

"It doesn't matter-" he started.

"Why aren't you with Elizabeth tonight?" Simon rang from behind you, making you choke on your drink.

Price suddenly looked embarrassed. Simon walked back to the counter, putting two cups of coffee down, and a snack for you that you happily accepted.

"Simon. It's…"

"Complicated?" He joked.

Price sighed again.

"What's so complicated?" You asked.

"She's… half my age."

"So?" Simon questioned.

"So. She deserves better. Someone who'll take her on dates, full of energy. Not someone who'll come home and get dinner and sit on the couch watching TV before going to bed."

"I've seen you run faster than Johnny on missions." Simon said, annoyance peaking through his eyes.

You chuckled again.

"You're all but old Price. And you're a gentleman." You tried.

"I think that's not enough." He answered.

"That's not up to you to decide." Simon interupted.

You blinked looking at him.

"Someone, informed me. That it wasn't up to us to decide if they care or not." He finished lifting his mask to take a sip of his coffee.

Price looked at you and you tried to look away.

"You do teach good things to my boys." He teased. It made you smile.

"Perhaps it's time I teach you something and you listen." You finally said. "John. Elizabeth is a sweet girl. She's calm. She's strong. She's head over heels with you." Price looked taken aback. "You need to stop being an idiot and start letting yourself live. It won't kill you to try things with her. I'm asking you to take her out on a date, you clearly both want to. You don't have to ask her to marry you tonight." You teased.

You were almost sure you heard Simon laugh under his breath. Price looked amused.

"Well… maybe you're right… but how do I do that?"

"Be yourself. Chicks dig that as gaz would say." Simon said, taking another sip.

"Do chicks dig that? Yeah. Yeah they do." You teased.

Price seemed to think for a few long seconds before he downed the rest of his coffee and got up.

"I hope she likes grilled meat. There's a pub grill that I've been dying to try…" he said.

He still looked stressed as he put on his coat.

"She'll love it. Just don't overthink this. Enjoy yourselves." You said with a reassuring smile.

"Yeah. I fucked it up by overthinking at the beginning…. Don't do that." Simon said, suddenly very serious.

You felt a ping in your heart. You remembered your first fights. When he had left for missions without a word. You felt sad for a second and he noticed it.

"I'm sorry baby I-.."

He leaned down letting his forehead touch yours as he held you in his arms now.

"It's ok. It's gone. We made it Simon." You answered with a smile before turning your heads to look at Price.

"You two are amazing together. I'm happy for both of you." He said truly, making you smile. "Now start making babies." He finished, making you gasp and then bite your lip as he walked out on that note.

"Such a good idea…"

You snapped your head back to Simon.

"Simon!"

He kissed you in a chuckle.

"How about… a date night for us too?" He proposed.

"Hmmm… what did you have in mind?" You asked excitedly.

"Well… how about, video games, pizza, and then… I'll make love to you until all you can think of is my name." He whispered, looking deeply into your eyes.

You took a second to breath, biting your lip, his eyes following the movement.

"That sounds amazing…"

The next morning the house was buzzing. Everyone was there, Kate included but except Melissa and Amy. It was Sunday and everyone had come over for a barbecue at lunch.

Summer was finally here. The warm sun, the heat. It felt great. Of course, the house had a summer pool in the backyard, covered by wood floors in the colder months. Everyone was stoked. Tyler and Soap ran around playing with water guns, Gaz, Konig, Grim and Richard following the move. Price and Simon were at the grill while you sat at the table with Elizabeth and Margo.

"So how was your date?" You asked, looking at Margo.

"Weeelllll. It was… honestly very nice. It was chill, fun, and I really enjoyed myself." She started.

"And?" 'Liza asked.

"And… I think… I don't know. But the way Tyler and him just get along so well… you know? The arcades were the best moment. I haven't seen Tyler so happy in a very long while." She explained.

"I haven't seen you this happy in a long while." You commented softly.

She smiled.

"I'm so happy for you…" Liza said.

You nodded at her words.

"What about you Liz? How was it?" You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Wait! No way!" Margo interrupted with wide eyes but a playful grin on her face.

"Well…" she started as she blushed, throwing a look at Price.

You noticed, of course, the little look the man shared with her, the little smile.

"Oh. my. god. You have. To tell us." Margo half whispered. You giggled.

"It was amazing. We went to eat, and he was so nice. It was a bit… stressful at the beginning because… he showed up out of nowhere yesterday night. He asked if perhaps I was hungry and I'd like to dine with him… I swear I didn't know where to put myself. I… was blushing so hard!" She told the both of you before hiding her face in her hands.

Margo was hyping her up, jumping in her seat.

"And and and??" She pushed.

"And… I accepted. I wanted to get dressed properly but… he said I looked beautiful, and I shouldn't stress about it."

"I knew it, that old asshole has Rizz." You commented, making her chuckle.

"The diner was… really nice. We talked very comfortably… he didn't try to hide. He was a bit uncomfortable with how young I was but… we talked about it. Turns out… we're seeing each other again tonight we're doing something calm… at his house."

Margo was now a mess, she looked like we had informed her she had won the jackpot at a casino. She was gathering almost everyone's attention, especially Tyler and Soap.

"Hey! What's making you so happy mama?" Soap asked with a wink, Tyler jumping next to him.

"The both of you. You're both making me so happy!" Margo answered with a smile.

Tyler cheered, hugging his mom before giving Soap a high five. You laughed a bit, taking Liz's hand in yours, giving her a reassuring smile. You got up still holding her hand making her follow you. You walked towards the big grill. Simon had a way to watch you every time you moved that made you want to fall on your knees for him.

"Hello ladies." Price greeted.

You could see from the corner of your eye Liz smiled and looked down.

"So. How have you treated my girl John?" You asked, taking a very motherly tone.

"Well… I hope I was a gentleman.." he answered with a little smile.

"Oh you were! Don't pay attention to her! She's always like this…" Liz whined, pushing you a bit with her shoulder, earning another laugh from you.

You let her go, walking towards Simon who immediately wrapped his arms around you. Liz walked to Price, standing next to him. Simon dropped a kiss on top of your head. Today he wore a balaclava. Aquila had found another facemask that would hide the lower part of his face, a skull print on it but he wasn't entirely comfortable with it yet. He was getting a bit more comfortable not wearing a mask at home, though it was still rare. You wouldn't push him, it didn't matter to you, behind closed doors, you had all of him.

It was a beautiful day, yes. But something still bothered you.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked.

"Melissa isn't here yet. She's not usually late…" you said.

"Why don't you call her? Ease your mind." He said.

You nodded before kissing his cheek and separating. You took out your phone, pressing 'call'. The phone rang, again and again, before it hung up. You frowned looking at your phone. You were going to dial again when you received a text.

Hey Darling! So sorry! Amy is sick… she's sleeping right now, can't answer… probably won't make it today.

"Oh…" you let out.

"What's wrong?" Simon asked from behind you.

"Amy's sick… they won't be able to make it…" you let out.

"Well… at least we know why. Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah… we should pass by later tonight to check up on them."

"We will."

You smiled up at him again.

"Come on everyone! Let's eat!" Price called everyone.

The afternoon went by smoothly, everyone decided to get down for a monopoly. Though you were too much, teams were therefore created. Soap, Margo and Tyler. Konig and Grim. Gaz, Áquila and Car Keys. Price and Liz. You and Simon.

You hadn't fully grasped the actual warning Simon had given you when you had first moved in. Konig was yelling in German at Gaz in only 30 minutes. Car keys tried to back him up. Soap and his team kept ending up in jail, Tyler found it really funny. You and Simon were just trying to have fun while chaos bloomed. Price and Liz were at the top of the board. Turns out they made a wonderful team together.

It went on for hours until everyone decided to stay for dinner. You had decided to text Melissa then.

Hey! How's Amy doing? Do you need something? I can pass by real quick.

Hey thank you but that won't be necessary. She's really tired and cranky. Just trying to get her to rest.

Alright… please call if you need anything.

Thank you.

You frowned at your phone. You felt like something was off. The way she texted you. Perhaps Amy had really come up with something that worried her.

"Y/N."

You jumped, spinning around.

"Simon!"

"I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

"You are too sneaky sometimes…" you giggled.

"What's wrong. You were frowning…"

"Melissa… refused my help. She said Amy's too tired." You answered with a frown.

"Alright. Tell me why it worries you."

"Usually… She always needs help, or at least accepts it. It feels a bit off."

"Calm down darling, perhaps she's tired herself. Remember when you had to take care of Soap?"

You laughed a bit. Yes you did remember. He nuzzled you, holding you close. You heard the laughs, the yells and the conversations behind you. You felt at peace. Finally.

"Simon…"

He hummed in response.

"I love you. Thank you, for being part of my life." You whispered only for his ears.

"I love you too. Thank you, for building me a home."

You felt yourself fall even more for him. Yes. Home. This is what it felt like.

"Hey, love birds!" Soap called, gaining your attention.

"You got time to cuddle, come spend time with us!"

You chuckled again while Simon sighed. You still decided to join them. Night fell, you improvised dinner and then decided on another board game. You excused yourself to the kitchen after losing and surrendering. You were cleaning a bit around when someone walked in.

Simon stood, phone in hand, eyeing your body up and down. He tilted his head, making you chuckle. You felt warm just feeling his gaze over you. He tapped on his phone, throwing a few glances at you. You frowned but couldn't help but smile.

"What are you doing Simon?" You asked.

He stepped closer, tapping a bit more before turning the phone to you.

There, on a website, was written 'purchase confirmed.' . You looked at the article's eyes opening wide. Maid outfit, cat outfit, angel, devil and a cow one.

"Simon… what is this?" You blushed heavily.

He chuckled, dropping his phone, arms wrapping around you.

"Well. Turns out I found the receipt for the bunny suit. Searched for the name and they have a website."

He nuzzled in your neck. Your hands on his forearms, head falling back to give him access.

"Thought about buying more cute outfits I can fuck you in. Fuck… wear them around the house, cooking, watching TV, sleeping…"

You bit your lip at his words.

"Simon… you liked it that much?"

He had lifted his mask, now biting down on your neck, leaving cute little marks behind.

"I loved it. You look beautiful, adorable. I'd change your entire closet for cute pretty outfits if you'd wear them for me everyday."

"You're addicted sir…" you teased.

"It's my second order…" he whispered against your neck.

You wanted to scold him, say something, but he bit down on your neck, hard, making you whimper. He sucked a bit, making sure to leave a little mark. He chuckled at your little moans the way you turned to a whinny mess in his arms. He dropped a kiss to your lips before stepping back.

He was about to turn and walk away but no. Now you were horny. And you wanted him. You grabbed his t-shirt making him stop. He looked down at your hands, eyes amused. You stepped closer to him, softly pushing him back against the counter. He let you, enjoying your little show of dominance.

You looked up at him through your lashes, seeing him shake his head a bit, stretching his neck. He loved it. Your eyes on him. You let your hands caress his chest up and down. Tip toeing you kissed him softly, teasingly. His hands rose to your hips, pulling you flush against him. You separated, only a few inches from his lips. You let the tip of your tongue lick his lips teasing him.

"Fuck…" he cursed.

You chuckled, stepping back and starting to walk away. He quickly shut that down, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back to him. One hand on your lower back, the other lost in your hair, he kissed, tongues clashing. He groaned against you as you moaned to him.

This time you were the one backed against the counter. You wanted more. You could feel him, hard, against your stomach.

"Simon… please…" you whined.

"I love it when you're whinny like this." He provoked while you whined again against his lips. "Tell me what you want… use your words."

You bit your lip. You knew that if you wanted it, you had to say it. It was hard to understand why you currently felt like this. Like you were on fire. Like needing him right now was vital. You were wet already, from the little interaction.

"Please sir… fuck me.." you pleaded.

"Fuckin hell… bunny." He cursed again.

He kissed you once more before picking you up. He walked to the living room table putting you down next to it. Letting his hands roam your body made you feel like you were going insane. Yes. It really was odd. You had absolutely no patience for games. You reached for his belt unbuckling it. You heard him chuckle mockingly.

"Simon!" You whined, getting frustrated.

"Hey… hey." He frowned. "Look at me bunny."

You obeid, eyes pleading.

"What's wrong love… so impatient right now." He questionned.

"I… I don't know… but I need you so much… I feel like I'm burning…" you explained.

"Don't remember seeing you this needy, but by all means… I'm thrilled to help." He growled.

He spun you around, pushing you down on the table softly. A shiver ran down your spine. Your shorts and panties were quickly pulled down. His belt clicked again, this time as he pulled his cock out. His hand reached your folds, fingers coated in your juices.

"Fuck… baby, you're really wet for me." He groaned again.

He teased you, fingers grazing against your clit, making your hips buckle to meet his fingers. They traveled closer to your folds, slowly passing through, letting a finger slip in. You moaned, trying to push your hips back onto him. You knew he was pumping himself at the sight. You wiggled your hips taunting him.

He pulled his finger out, spanking your ass cheek as a punishment, making you yelp but giggle. He finally positioned himself at your entrance but didn't move.

"Darling. Are you sure? Not scared that someone could walk in?" He teased.

It hadn't even crossed your mind. You two were in the middle of the living room, fucking on the table, while all your friends were outside playing a board game. But your mind was screaming it. Your body ached for it.

"I'm going to let you decide Y/N." Your name made you shiver. His voice had such a power on you. "Whenever you want, you can lean back, and slip my cock inside you. I'll fuck you like you need it bunny. But you can stop too-"

You didn't wait for him to finish, your hazy mind lost. You let yourself fall back onto him, inching his hard cock inside.

"Ah fuck…"

You moaned at his curse. He was right, fuck it was amazing. You felt so full when your ass finally slammed against him. He immediately grabbed your hips, taking control. His pace was slow at first, taking enormous pleasure at torturing you. For your greatest pleasure, he quickly lost his own patience. His pace quickened, making the table shake.

You were trying really hard not to be too loud, but you weren't sure you were making a good job at it. He wrapped his arm over your stomach lifting you up. His palm rested on your lower stomach. Your feet had left the floor, but now it felt deeper, and he would hit that sweet little spot inside you. You felt overwhelmed. You wanted to cry.

Your orgasm built up so fast you couldn't see it coming.

"Simo.. si… gonna.." you tried.

"I know. Baby. Cum." He ordered.

You moaned loudly, trying to muffle it with your hands as you completely shattered around him. He refused to stop, pounding you, his other hand reaching for your sensitive bud.

"Si!" You whined loudly.

You felt your legs shake. You felt overstimulated, but your mind was a mush, and if he wanted to use right now, fuck you'd let him.

"Good girl… gonna give me another one..?" He asked against your ear.

You didn't know if you could, you felt the tears running down your cheeks. You wanted to. It burnt. You heard something, making you freeze.

"Hey. Hey. Focus on me." He ordered.

"But…si-"

"On my voice. Focus on my voice." He whispered against your ear. "Close your eyes. And focus on me."

You obeid, feeling him slow his pace, longer, deeper thrusts as he teased your clit softly.

"Good girl… such a good girl…" he praised, making you clench around him. "Fuck… you take me so well… you were made for me bunny." You cursed under your breath, you were really trying to keep it quiet but right now, it was overwhelming.

He was still lifting you up, but he pushed you higher on the table, letting you go. One arm remained around your waist, making sure to play with your clit, while the other reached for your jaw. His arm nestled between your breasts, his fingers teasing your lips. He was still slowly fucking you, making sure to pump himself almost out and then back in deep. You opened your mouth, two fingers slipping in.

"If you feel like it's too much… fuck… like you want to be loud… want to sing for me… suck on them."

You were slowly losing it. The pace, his hand around your jaws, fingers in your mouth, cock buried deep inside you, his voice… dripping honey to you.

"You feel so good… so tight. Will you cum for me again…?"

You sucked on his fingers, your hands wrapping around his wrist. You moaned, whined, whimpered, hoping he'd understand how much you needed it. You didn't need to say much. He knew it.

"Oh… fuuuck… Bunny. Do you want me to fill you up?"

Those words. It made your eyes roll back. The thought of it. Was it your hormones? What… who cared. You kept sucking and licking his fingers, drool falling down your chin, wetting his hand. You whined repeatedly, little 'please' 'beg you' 'cum inside me' falling like a curse from your lips. His hips slammed into your, meeting your begs and pleads. You felt your orgasm ready to crunch over you.

"Please… lieutenant…" you moaned, making him groan.

You could feel your peak right there, but held it back. Fuck you did everything to hold it back.

"Simon… fill me up…pleaaase…" you begged again, half teasing him, driving him insane and to his own edge.

His hand left your mouth, wrapping around your neck.

"Don't tease me Y/N." He warned.

"mmh yours…"

"Fuck.."

"I wannna be… filled up…"

"SHIIIIT."

"Make.. me… a mommy…"

You gasped as he made sure to fuck you roughly, the table rocking, whatever was on it falling to the ground. You gasped, your orgasm washing over you. His pace faltered as he spilled deep inside you. He remained deep, not moving for a little while.

Your mind was getting clearer and clearer. Your words were now echoing in your mind. You were panting. Simon's hands rested on either side of you, close to your head. You shifted slightly.

"Don't move."

His voice was dark..very. A chill ran down your spine. You could still feel him twitch inside you.

"Simon…"

He didn't answer. Your anxiety was starting to rise.

"Simon.. I'm.. I'm sorry… I don't know why I said that… sorry…" you didn't know exactly what to say. You didn't know what came over you. You had never talked about it. Children.

"Simon.." now you felt like you'd cry.

One of his hands rose, caressing your hair, your cheek. He dropped down kissing your cheek. You turned to him and he captured your lips into a deep kiss. You moaned again to him before he separated.

"It's alright… it's ok. We were lost in the moment. I'm not mad, I promise." He comforted you.

He straightened up, slowly slipping out of you. He grabbed the napkins on the table, just to make sure his cum wouldn't drip on the floor. You sighed, closing your eyes as you scolded yourself.

He made sure to clean you up, softly before dressing you up again. He turned you around, lifting you up to make you sit on the table. You were embarrassed to look at him. You bit your lip.

"Bunny. Look at me."

You closed your eyes, biting harder on your lip.

"Bunny. Eyes on me. Won't say it again."

You opened your eyes slowly, looking up at him. His thumb reached your lips, freeing it from the torture you were inflicting on it.

"I'm not mad… fuck. I reacted to it. You felt it."

You nodded a bit. Yes you did. He had lost it and gave you exactly what you needed.

"Just didn't expect that… I'm not going to pretend I don't… go insane at the thought of it."

You frowned a bit. Trying to understand.

"Breeding you." He let out.

You blinked before blushing heavily. It made him chuckle.

"But I think. We should talk about things beforehand." He finished.

You took a deep breath, steadying your heart and your voice.

"You're right. I don't know what came over me… think… I wanted to tease you, because I know you like it, I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing Y/N. That was so fucking hot."

He captured your lips again, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"Guys!"

You jumped, Simon's head snapping towards the sound.

"We talked about this! Not on the table!" Gaz scolded while Richard stood next to him, munching on chips and shaking his head.

God… if he knew. It was too late for that. And you felt Simon ready to drop the bomb but you cut him off.

"Sorry. We'll behave." You let out quickly.

"Yeah yeah sure. The girls are leaving, come say bye." He said before walking out with Richard.

You looked at Simon before laughing a bit. He joined you in your laugh, his forehead on yours.

"Come on. Let's say bye." You said pushing him away so you could jump down.

"Yeah. I'll drag you to my bed after. Teach you not to tease me."

It's been two days. Two days. You were sitting at the table, this time in the living room. You had been worried about Amy and Melissa but Kate had told you she received an email from Melissa asking for a few days off to take care of the child. It made you feel a bit better.

Now you sat, with Margo and Kate, the weather outside had turned to a pour down.

"I can't believe I said that…" you repeated, hiding your face, ashamed.

"Listen, it's ok. Sometimes it happens, you get wild during sex and some things slip out." Kate reassured.

"Yeah hormones, us women it happens, and it depends on the kinks." Margo added, munching on snacks.

"Yes… but I don't know. He's been a bit distant since then. It feels weird." You said honestly.

"And obviously, you haven't talked about it with him." Margo guessed.

"No.. I've been feeling embarrassed and… I'm a bit anxious that he's angry at me." You frowned.

Kate laughed a bit while Margo shook her head.

"Well if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go see my child and my man." Margo said, standing up.

You decided to go to the kitchen too, letting Kate join the rest of the group. A little competition had started on the switch.

You were looking for something when Tyler came running to you.

"Y/N!"

"Oh, yes honey?" You asked.

"I need help!" He rushed.

You frowned but he grabbed your hand. You followed him, past the group and into the hallway. He walked you closer to a closet and stopped in front. It was the entrance closet where people would hang their coats.

"Can you hide in there please?"

"What?" You frowned.

"Please!" He added, jumping up and down.

"Alright, fine!" You answered with a little smile.

You walked into the closet, closing the door inside. You sighed, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall.

You heard voices and footsteps before the door swung open. You jumped. Simon frowned looking at you. Soap stood behind him, pushing him instead in a shove. Simon fell forward, bracing himself against the wall behind you to avoid crushing you.

The door was slammed before the key was heard.

"Johnny!" You yelled.

"We'll let you out when you're done having a talk!" He answered through the door.

Through the darkness you felt his body close to you, the heat contrasting with the coldness of the wall, making you shiver.

Your hands had found his chest, his face buried in your neck.

"Simon…" you called softly.

"Yes darling ?"

"Are you mad at me…?" You asked.

"What? No. What makes you think that?" His voice sounded slightly alarmed.

"You've been a bit cold…I… I don't know…"

He sighed. So you were right. He had been.

"I'm sorry love. It wasn't my intention. Really. I just been in my head." He started. "The whole thing made me think about my own father…"

"You don't have to say anything Simon. If you're not comfortable."

"It's alright. I will tell you. Maybe not right now but I will. The thing is… I'm scared I won't be a good father. So the whole question is complicated."

"It's alright… I don't even know myself if I want to have kids… we don't have to talk about it now." You tried.

"I'm not mad. I promise baby. I'm sorry I've been cold. It's not your fault."

You felt him wrap his arms around you, kissing your cheeks through the mask. You hugged him back, lifting his mask to kiss him. His tongue tasted so good to you. His body flushed against you, his hands traveling up and down your body. The little groan he'd let out as you bit his lip. You felt warm. Horny. You stepped back a bit.

"What's wrong darling?" He asked.

"I'm… sorry. I just felt this wave of… warm" you tried to explain.

"Warm? You're horny?"

You whined.

"Yes… I'm sorry… I don't know what's gotten into me lately."

He chuckled, pulling you back to him.

"Bunny, you don't have to apologize, you make me horny all the fucking time. You just have to ask. Really. I'll be more than happy to oblige…" he groaned.

His lips met your neck as you let your head fall back. Yes you wanted him again… you needed him.

"Simon… please…" you moaned.

"It's ok baby. Let me take care of you."

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