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diamaker-moon · 3 years

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Moving Forward - Chapter 5

Chapter Five

First stake-out...

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She observes the young boy and hummed. She instructed Adrien to try and look around thinking that it might've been misplaced.

'I have a bad feeling about this. It's already bad that it's missing, but if my theory is right that it is in Ladybug's possession, we might be at a disadvantage.'

— previous chapter... —

Marinette was nervous. She doesn't know if she can pull it off.

She was currently crouching on a roof near the Agreste Mansion, waiting for any signal from the kwamis. She was already feeling a strain in her body due to wearing multiple miraculouses at once.

She was wearing the ladybug earrings, black cat ring, fox necklace, horse glasses, mouse pendant necklace. There was a slight change in the plan. She decided to do a stakeout in the middle of the night, that is why she also had a flashlight in hand.

If there are no open windows or any entrance to the atelier straight from the outside, she'll just create a portal. She was currently transformed as Multimouse. While the four kwamis searched around the mansion. After waiting a few minutes the four kwamis came back.

"Sorry bug, but all the windows are closed. And it can't be opened." Plagg said.

"But, the atelier is empty, Natalie is already sleeping and Gabriel as well. Their bedrooms are a bit far from the room." Tikki said.

Marinette thought about it. "Hey, Trixx. You think your illusions, can affect the security cameras inside the room if there is any?"

"Sure Kit. My powers are meant to be useful to you!" Trixx said.

Marinette nodded. She will need to divide into two, one to unify with Trixx for the illusion and another for Kaalki's teleportations.

"I hope this can work..." She mumbled before preparing to activate the mouse's special power.

"Multitude!" She activated the power and waited. She felt a slight change in her when she opened her eyes a copy of her is staring at her. She handed her the glasses.

"Mullo, Kaalki, unify!"

The gray, pink and black bodysuit was changed. The pink accents of her bodysuit were changed into a dark brown colour, while her mask was removed and the glasses act as her mask. Her ribbons in her Odango-style twin buns were changed from pink to dark brown. A horseshoe attached to the back.

"Mullo, Trixx, unify!"

He bodysuit turned into Multifox's look, all the pink accents on Multimouse become orange, and she has a white section on her chest similar as a result of the Fox miraculous influence. The pink section of her mask also becomes orange.

Multifox looked in the direction of the mansion, before grabbing the flute from her back and playing a song to activate the power. As short 'Mirage' and the illusions are up. The cameras will only see an empty room, and if the doors are opened they will see a dark empty room.

Multifox nodded to Multimare to open a portal.

"Voyage!"

She activated the power then a portal opened. They went through it to appear in the middle of the dark empty room.

"Mullo, Kaalki, divide." Multimare mumbled, releasing the Horse kwami. Multifox handed a small pouch that has food for the kwamis.

Multimouse is on guard duty, she needs to be on alert, while Multifox, Plagg and Tikki walk up to Mme Agreste's painting. Multifox pulls the painting to reveal a safe behind. She looked at Tikki who nodded before phasing through. Multifox flicked her flashlight 'on' once the safe's door opened.

She saw a picture of Mme Agreste, a book about Tibet, a ticket to Tibet, rolled-up pieces of old paper, and a shiny brooch, that is shaped like a peacock. The brooch has five segments. Its main colour is pale, light grayish blue-violet, while the crystals on the top of each segment are pink. The lower part has a silhouette body of a peacock as a single teardrop.

She had her jaw opened. Hawkmoth just leaves it here?! Wow... What a great keeper. She grabbed the brooch and clutched it in her left hand. Before grabbing the book about Tibet which only has words about their trip and nothing important.

She placed the book back, closed the safe then returned the painting back to normal. She then nodded to Multimouse, who immediately transformed back to Multimare, and opened a portal straight to her bedroom inside the dorm.

Kaalki was divided and handed a sugar cube to eat, before Multimouse and Multifox fused, leaving only Multifox.

"Mullo, divide."

Leaving her in a fox suit. She removed the illusion in M. Agreste's atelier before finally detransforming.

"Trixx, let's rest."

Finally leaving her in her pink athletic leggings and a cropped black shirt. She was still clutching the peacock miraculous in her left hand. She made sure she didn't leave anything. She had the pouch and the flashlight on the floor after getting dropped when Multimouse and Multifox fused back together.

She sat down on her desk chair with the disguised miracle box opened on the side of the table. The other kwamis flew towards her, while She was inspecting the miraculous.

"Tikki, I thought the Peacock Miraculous was broken?" Marinette asked while still inspecting the miraculous.

"Maybe Hawkmoth fixed it? He did have the Master Fu's tablet for a while..." Tikki reasoned out.

Since she basically stole the miraculous from Hawkmoth. She couldn't believe what was happening. One moment, she was alone fighting a magical terrorist that has two miraculouses that transforms themselves as Shadowmoth. Then suddenly, here she was, it was supposedly a stake-out only! Not a stealing stake-out! But... finders keeper, losers weepers!

Marinette sighed before attaching the brooch to her shirt and hoped for the best. the brooch changed into its new camouflage design, it was now rose gold in colour, from the five feather segments when it is charged to eight with pale pink crystals on the top of each segment, there was no design in the middle, leaving the brooch in a simple yet elegant look.

A dark blue ball of light popped out and swirled around her, after the light vanished a peacock-looking kwami appeared.

"Oooh! Hello! Huh?! Why do you have the other kwamis?! Who are you?!"

Some of the kwamis laughed at the new kwami's energetic personality, while Tikki and especially Plagg grumbled about how to keep the kwami in one place.

"Hello, Duusu," Marinette said then smiled at the confused kwami.

"I'm your Guardian, I have retrieved you from Shadowmoth's possession. I am sorry that I didn't get to retrieve Nooroo as well..." Marinette continued.

The peacock kwami gasped before nuzzling on the Guardian's cheek.

"Thank you! Oh if you could've seen him, his outfit was hideous! Poor, Nooroo! Please Guardian, save him as well!" Duusu exclaimed.

Marinette smiled, she removed the brooch to put it back in the Miracle Box. Duusu didn't get sucked into it since she had no intention to relinquish him, after placing it inside the designated area of the peacock miraculously, she opened the middle circle for the kwami once they want to return in the parallel universe inside the miracle box. She let the other kwamis talk to him, while she handles civilian duties.

She opened her website on her computer and replied to a few emails before responding to requested commissions.

Clara Nightingale is commissioning her for a set of four dresses that will be used for her brand new music video, that had a theme of stars, constellations, space etc.

It was a weird concept for her but decided to accept it, thinking it could be a challenge for her. She wrote a reply email then sent it to Clara before closing her computer and climbing up to her bed.

"I'm going to sleep, be careful okay? There's food in the other mini fridge for everyone, since someone's food is influencing the other's food." She said while giving a pointed stare at Plagg who had the audacity to look innocently at the young guardian.

"Goodnight, guys!" Marinette said in between her yawns.

A series of 'goodnights' was heard before Marinette finally drifted to sleep.

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"Is she asleep?"

"Yes, it's quite rare for her to catch sleep lately, I'm glad that this new change is giving her quite a good impact." Tikki said.

It was currently hard for Tikki's chosen. A Ladybug Miraculous holders are usually the leaders. Those personalities are needed to become a ladybug since they are the only ones who can purify an Akuma, cast a purifying spell, and with Tikki's creations of Lucky Charms, they needed to be a tactician and are aware of responsibilities.

She was proud of Marinette. Such a young child has a strong devotion to protecting the city while risking her life, but now the stakes are high for her. Hawkmoth is aware that the Ladybug heroine is the current Guardian of the Chinese Miracle Box.

If he manages to overthrow Ladybug he can gain access to the box, and the fact that her bug needed to repress her negative emotions down into the deepest voids of her soul after being targeted by countless akumas.

Tikki knew it was taking a toll on the young aspiring designer.

Being a superheroine that needs to battle akumas whenever and wherever is already hard enough. She needed excuses for her various disappearance every time there's an Akuma.

Having an emotional battle of trust and faiths between her and her former classmates, ever since the Liar appeared. It took everything in Tikki to not pop out of the designer's purse and chew the vixen herself.

Her series of achievements through various commissions by famous peoples in society.

And finally, this Guardianship that was handed to her during an unfortunate event. She lost her temporary heroes since their identities were exposed to Hawkmoth, the loss of her Mentor— Master Fu, and now the loss of her partner.

Tikki and even the other kwamis are curious about how she was still standing straight even though she was carrying a lot of responsibilities on her shoulders. The fate of Paris, France, the fate of the world, and the fate of everyone's reality by preventing Hawkmoth from achieving his goal, that can have a massive impact on reality due to how powerful miraculouses are.

"I am proud of your chosen, Tikki."

Wayzz said in a calm voice. "She took in the responsibility of being a heroine exchange for her time in her civilian life, and now, she chose to carry the heavy responsibility of a Guardian even though she can refuse it and pass it to someone else, leaving everything behind."

The other kwamis nodded at the wise turtle kwami's words. Tikki looked at them and smiled.

"I'm proud of my bug. She's a worthy ladybug and had shown how worthy she is despite her flaws. She made mistakes, but she chose to fix them. And now she's healing from the toxicity she had received in that place. Sleep well, Marinette..."

Chapter 4 — Moving Forward: Masterlist — Chapter 6

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hockey-hoe-24-7 · 4 years

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Subtle, feat. Matthew Tkachuk

Warnings: Smut, Jealousy, Edging, Rough sex

Length: 3.1k

Inspiration: I was actually inspired by a line in @jasonmorgan96‘s Meet The Parents with Vince Dunn. I almost used Vince for this fic, but Matthew fit much better.

To say your boyfriend hated your neighbor was an understatement.

A major understatement

Like, a wow understatement.

But you couldn’t really blame him. They were exact opposites. While your apartment neighbor, Will, was clean and put together, Matthew was wild and untamed. Whereas Will had has hair clean cut and slicked back, Matthew let his curls run wild. Will strutted around in J. Crew and Banana Republic, Matthew lived in sweatpants and ath-leisure. The differences went on for ages.

But the biggest difference was that you were dating Matthew and not Will. And this was a difference Will seemed unwilling to accept.

See, you and Will were a lot alike: Academic, intellectual, scholarly types that didn’t take up a lot of room in front. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, was a loud, in your face, take up all the air in the room type of man. And you adored him for it. Your totally contrasting personalities fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. While you brought peace and serenity to his life, he brought intensity and fire to yours.

It was this intensity and fire you felt in your belly that Friday night, his fingers digging into your hips, his hips strong against yours, his teeth sharp on your throat. You giggled as you both stumbled into the elevator of your apartment building, his strength enough to keep you both from falling to the floor. Pulling his head up, you took his mouth in a kiss that quickly turned hot as he took control. The two of you collapsed back against the wall of the elevator, mouths still fused. It was when you felt his calloused hand pulling your floor-length dress up your thigh that you dragged yourself away.

“No, no, no. No, sir. We were late for the last event. We will not be late for this one.”

Matthew only hummed in feigned compliance as you wiggled out of his grip and leaned forward to press the lobby button on the control panel. You barely made the reach, as he still had his hands firmly on your hips, which were cradled back into his own.

“They’ll understand. Especially when they see you in this dress,” he purred against the shell of your ear. You rolled your eyes. “Of course they’ll understand. They’ll understand so well I’ll hear about it for the next two weeks.” You could practically hear Matthew beaming with pride behind you.

Before the elevator doors could close, a hand shot out from the hallway and they parted again. You immediately felt Matt stiffen behind you, his hands tightening on your hips as Will slid into the elevator, his eyes narrowed judgmentally. Since you believed in keeping peace with your neighbors, you cleared your throat and smiled cordially.

“Hi, Will.”

“Y/N. Where are you headed this evening?”

“Oh, the Flames are having an event.”

“Again?”

“Yes, they have quite a few.”

“How...humanitarian of them.”

Jesus.

A few months ago, Will would have been your type. But since you started dating someone as open and unashamed as Matthew, you could better see a guy like Will for what he really was: condescending, judgmental, entitled. He never missed a chance to remind you that he thought you could do “better.” Though he never said this in as many words.

You should come to this new cafe with me. I’m sure you’re long due for a stimulating conversation.

While I can’t push a puck around, I can read Shakespeare and Balzac.

No amount of money or fame can replace a college education.

Jackass.

You replied before Matthew got a chance. “Yes, I certainly like to think so. They love to give back. What are athletes without the people who support them? Oh, here’s the lobby. Have a good night, Will.”

Lacing your fingers through Matt’s, you all but dragged him out of the elevator toward the front door. He fell easily into step next to you, your fingers still laced together. “You should let me beat him up in the parking garage one day.”

You let out a very unladylike bark of a laugh and brought his hand up to kiss him on the knuckles. He responded with a kiss to the crown of your head and a not so subtle squeeze of your ass as you made your way to his waiting car.

By then end of the night, your boyfriend had you dying for him. Soft, teasing touches under the table, deep kisses snuck when no one was watching, and filthy words of promise whispered in your ear made you so on edge you were dragging him out the door by the end of the night. His hand rested dangerously high on your leg the entire ride back to your apartment, his fingers only just brushing the seam of your thigh. You fidgeted desperately, trying to pull his hand where you needed it, but he wouldn’t give in.

As soon as you were alone in the elevator he was on you, his hands shoving your dress up so he could grip your thighs and hoist you up between his body and the wall. You grunted when your back met the metal, but it was muffled by his mouth over yours. The kiss was deep and wild, everything you had been holding back the entire night. It was everything that was Matthew. The ding of the elevator at your floor had you pulling apart reluctantly. As you stumbled out of the elevator you ran right into Will rummaging through his satchel at the door to his apartment. He looked up, eyes narrowing at your unkempt appearances.

“Oh, hi, Will. How was your night?”

“It was good, thank you. Very productive. How was your night?”

“It was great.”

“Yes I can see that.”

Before you could reply, Matthew opened his big fat hockey mouth. “And it’s going to get a lot fuckin’ better. Good night, Billy.”

With that, he pulled your key out of your hand, deftly unlocked your door, and dragged you inside.

“Very subtle, Matthew,” you scolded him drily, hoping your voice relayed at least some displeasure at his childish behavior. Unfortunately, his hands at your waist and mouth at your neck were making it difficult to hold your ground.

“Wasn’t trying to be subtle, princess,” he murmured against your ear, his chest rumbling against your back as he squeezed your hips and guided you toward the bedroom. You groaned as his lips moved from your ear down your throat to nip at your shoulder. His hands were also roaming, skimming up your sides to tug at the back zipper of your dress.

“Actually,” he continued. “I don’t want to be subtle for the rest of the night.”

“Wha-”

You yelped as he twisted you around and shoved you not ungently onto your back on the bed. He was stunning as he towered over you, eyes hooded in the darkness of the room.

“I want you to be loud tonight. Can you do that for me?”

Unable to deny him anything, you wordlessly nodded, still speechless at the sheer sight of this man that was yours.

“Hmm, good girl.” With that, he dropped to his knees, hooked his arms beneath your legs, and dragged you to the side of the bed. Shoving your dress to your waist, he buried his face between your legs. The sudden heat and pressure of his mouth made you cry out and buck against the feel. Collapsing back, you arched into the touch. He hadn’t taken off your panties, and it was torture to feel the pressure of his tongue against you, but not inside of you.

Pleading his name, you shoved your hands through his curls, both pulling him closer and pushing him away as the pleasure built. When he finally pulled your panties aside and curled two fingers inside of you, his name was a sharp cry, your back arching off the bed. Just as you were about to tip over the edge, he pulled away.

“Not yet, princess. It will be so good when I let you come. So fucking good, baby.”

Whimpering, you reached for him, but he was shoving your hands away and grabbing at the neckline of your dress. He ripped it off in one quick motion, having unzipped it a few moments before. Your panties came with it and you were bare to his eyes. When you reached forward again, he let you make quick work of his own clothes, his hands just as urgent as yours as you tore open his shirt and shoved aside his dress pants.

As he stood naked before you, cock hard against his stomach, you couldn’t help yourself. Moving to the edge of the bed, you wrapped your arms around his waist and laid kiss after kiss over his chest, nipping here and there with your teeth, worshipping him. His hands were in your hair, pushing you closer as a loud moan of your name left his throat. You could imagine his face: head tipped back, tendons strong against his throat as his eyes fluttered shut and his mouth opened in pleasure.

You felt his cock twitch against the skin of your chest and his hand was suddenly at your neck and shoving you down onto the bed. You felt his grip on your throat trael between your legs and you nearly came, but his voice was pulling you away again.

“Not yet, baby. You come with me inside you.”

Before you could object, he was moving over you, a knee coming to the side of your head, the other coming up beneath your arm and under your shoulder. One of his hands had fisted his cock. “Suck me off, princess.”

You did as you were told, greedily accepting his cock in your mouth. He groaned long and loud, his body pitching forward until he had to catch himself with one hand against the bed. You ran your nails up his thighs to his hips, digging them in hard as you took him as far back as you could. This drew a long, strangled moan from his chest and you whimpered in need. His other hand went to the back of your head, digging a strong grip into your hair and forcing your head forward.

The pace was rough and desperate as he fucked into your mouth, his hips snapping forward until he was hitting the back of your throat at every stroke. You welcomed him every time, giving him complete control to take whatever pleasure he wanted from you. You could only hold on, let his hold on your head dominate every movement you made. Words of filthy encouragement dripped from his mouth and you opened your mouth wide as you felt his cock twitch.

But before he came down your throat, he was yanking your head back and pulling away yet again. You collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for breath. Before you could raise your head or even open your eyes, you felt the heat of his tongue lick a long path up your pussy. Groaning out his name, you thrust your hands through his hair in welcome. But he was gone again the next second, the strength of your hands incomparable to his.

“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are like this?” He purred against the mound of your pussy before laying a gentle kiss there. “So fucking wet and wrecked for me. God, such a slut for me.” You could only whimper in reply as he kissed his way slowly back up your body. Your pussy throbbed at the soft brush of his cock, but it was gone again in the next breath.

His next words were murmured against your throat. “Who does this to you, baby? Who makes you this fucking wet?”

It took a long moment to find them, but your words left you on a rush of breath. “You-you do, M-Mathew.”

He hummed in approval against your throat before taking your mouth in a rough tangle of a kiss. You groaned again and collapsed back against the bed, wrapping your legs tight around his hips. No matter what he did, how far he pushed you, the pleasure he dragged screaming from your body, his kiss felt like sanctuary every time. The two of you stayed like that for a long moment, relishing the warm intimacy of the kiss before he was flexing his hips and biting hard at your bottom lip. You yelped in pain, but then squealed in surprise when you were suddenly moving off the bed and through the air.

Your back met the headboard so hard you grunted. Matthew’s body was hot and hard against yours, pressing you back until you could feel the tension of his muscles with every deep breath you took. You leaned forward to kiss him again, but he clapped his hand over your throat and shoved you back against the headboard.

“Matt...”

His hand gripped your hip and lifted your body up slightly. You gasped against his mouth as he pushed just the tip of his cock into you. Your pussy clenched reflexively, but he was pulling out again to the sound of your strangled sob.

“What do you need, princess?” he growled against your lips. “Tell me what you need.”

“Matthew, please. I can’t-”

You yelped again as he slapped your ass hard. “Tell me.”

You struggled to find words as he pushed in slowly again, only slightly deeper than before. You both inhaled at the pleasure, bodies moving as one.

“You, Matthew. I need you. Please. Please-”

He pulled out again, but was quick to push back again, his own need reaching a breaking point.

“What do you need? Tell me exactly what you need, baby.”

“I need to come, Matthew. I need you to come inside of me. Please. Please.”

He chucked against your mouth, shameless in his knowledge of your desperation.

“Whatever you want, princess. But be loud for me. Scream my name fucking loud.”

As he pulled out and slammed in to the hilt, you did just that, screaming out louder than you ever had before. His hands flew up and one of them manacled your own wrists to the headboard, dragging your body up until you had to sacrifice all control. His other hand went to the top edge of the headboard and held on tight. With every thrust against you, he slammed the headboard back against the wall.

Let that little prick hear whose name you screamed. Let him hear every slam of that headboard until he couldn’t think of anything else when he so much as saw you.

Your orgasm was shattering when you finally came, more powerful than any you had had before in your life. Your body sagged in his grip, but Matthew wasn’t done. He pounded into you until he reached his own climax, pulling out and thrusting in so deep you could feel him in your throat.

When he let go of your hands and let his own body relax, you sagged against him, collapsing as you struggled to catch your breath. He held you gently, murmuring praise into your ear as he stroked your hair.

When you finally regained some composure, you laid a hot, wet kiss to his throat, a silent thank you for the pleasure. He groaned and tilted his head to the side in compliance. When you felt his cock twitch in renewed interest, you flexed tight around him.

HIs next words came only after a strangled groan. “Not yet, baby. You did so good for me. We’re going to rest a bit.”

Before you could argue, he wrapped an arm tight around your waist and moved you both to lay down with your heads against the pillows, his cock still inside you. Your bodies more than enough heat without the blankets, you snuggled into him and let out a small noise of content and drifted off to sleep.

He woke you up twice more that night, dragging you on top to ride him and then putting you on your knees, head shoved into the pillows as he pounded into you from behind. The next morning, you could barely move, grimacing as you pulled yourself into an upright position.

“You okay?” Matthew’s voice was tired and raspy. You looked down at him and your heart fluttered like a teenage girl’s. He was beautiful next to you, unashamedly naked and taking up every inch of air in the room. You also didn’t miss the glint of concern in his eyes. Not being able to help yourself, you leaned down and pecked him on the mouth. “Yes,” you reassured him. “But you need to feed me.”

He grinned against your mouth and pulled his own body up and out of bed. You couldn’t help but glare at his retreating form as he sauntered to the bathroom. He was used to throwing his body around like a wrecking ball. You were not. You were going to feel last night for at least a week.

As you began to get ready to go out for breakfast, you caught a glimpse of the wall behind your headboard. You squawked in anger and disbelief as you took in the state of your wall.

“Matthew!”

He poked his curly head out from the hallway, his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.

“What?”

“Look at my wall! It’s fucking dented!”

The cocky bastard didn’t even try to look ashamed. He looked unbelievably proud of himself. “We did good, babe.”

Grabbing the closet object - an UGG slipper on the floor - you lobbed it at his head. Of course, he ducked back into the bathroom just in time.

“You’re paying my security deposit,” you hollered over your shoulder as you stomped to the other bathroom.

When the two of you made it out of your apartment, who should you run into but Will. Who did not look happy. He got one glimpse of the two of you and his jaw set in an angry, judgmental line.

“Good morning,” he greeted you frostily.

“Mornin’,” Matthew replied, a wide smirk on his face.

You felt your own face flush a deep red. God, the two of you had been loud last night. And Will lived in the apartment right next to your bedroom wall. If you were rough enough to dent the wall, you were loud enough to keep him awake.

As Matthew was about to say something else, the three of you turned your heads as a tiny old lady hobbled out of the apartment. You and Matthew both stood in stunned silence.

“This if my widowed grandmother,” Will explained with a tight voice and a frosty glare. “She stayed with me last night.”

You gaped and looked up at Matthew, who had turned a concerning shade of white.

The little old lady took you both in before her face broke out in a big brilliant smile. She reached out and patted your cheek. “Good for you, sweetheart!”

Subtle.

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wesimpforxiao · 3 years

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Say My Name, and I’ll Be There: 2.2

"We're here," Zhongli nodded approvingly as he soaked in their surroundings. "The hidden pools of Huaguang Stone Forest."

"I never would have guessed something like this was hidden here," Aether marveled at the sight before him. "This world truly is beautiful."

Indeed it was. Zhongli had led them to an underground cavern that held glowing pools of water. The space was illuminated by tens of geo crystalflies floating about, mostly because they didn't know the way out of the cave. The entrance was at the base of one of the several stone pillars erected into the sky, hidden behind layers of vine.

"Paimon didn't know this existed, either!" Her eyes sparkled as bright as the crystalflies. "Could you imagine how much mora could be made off of this tourist spot?!"

"These mineral pools date back several millennia. Many gods used to use this as a sort of vacation spot or to heal injuries received from battles--" He turned to look at you, "--which is why I thought to bring you here. The medicinal properties of these pools will remove any lingering soreness in your leg."

"T-thank you, Mr. Zhongli." You bowed, your face heating up from the awkwardness you felt.

"It's a little warm in here, don't you think?" Childe pulled at his collar with annoyance. He had returned from his homeland in order to travel with Aether, so he was still getting adjusted to the warmer weather of Northern Liyue. Sweat dripped from his brow.

"Indeed, the spring months have begun to warm the cavern. In the summer, it acts as a sauna." Zhongli removed his gloves and trailed his fingers across the surface of the water.

"Well it's a good thing it's not summer," Childe let out a laugh of relief. He started unbuttoning his top and removed it altogether.

"T-tartaglia!" You yelped and hurriedly faced the opposite direction. "You can't just--" Your objections were interrupted by Zhongli and Aether also removing their shirts. "You too?!"

"Paimon doesn't see the problem! They're baths, right?"

"Paimon is correct. Is it not common courtesy to remove one's clothes to bathe and relax?" Zhongli retied his hair and looked at you from his peripheral vision.

"I-I mean...you're right, but..." Your eyes landed on Xiao, who was the only one of your teammates that kept their clothes on. "I'm the only girl on the team and--"

"I'll cut them if they so much as look in your direction," Xiao conjured his lance and set it beside him to prove he was serious.

"We wouldn't do that!" Aether winced at the echoed sound of the lance hitting the stone floor. He hopped into one of the three luminescent pools.

Zhongli was indifferent as he lowered himself into another one of the pools. He watched the crystalflies floating around before closing his eyes. Childe, on the other hand, scoffed at Xiao.

"I see what you're doing, yaksha. Trying to play the nice guy so you can get a peek for yourself, are you?" Sharp eyes lingered over Xiao.

Xiao didn't take the bait and remained silent. He knew all too well what the Harbinger was trying to do.

"Hmph. Thought so," Childe resumed his normal composure and joined Zhongli in the pool.

"You should get in. You won't have to ride my back anymore." Xiao briefly glanced your way before picking his lance up and facing the pools to make sure no one--mainly Childe--would try to watch you.

"O-okay," you hesitantly began to move. You hid behind a large slate of rock and removed your clothes with unsteady hands. Once down to your underwear, you quickly moved to the empty pool with your back facing your teammates. You pulled your knees to your chest since the dim light of the cavern was still bright enough to illuminate your bare skin.

The water was as clear as glass, and you could see a faint blue glow around your wound that was coupled with a ticklish tingling. The dull ache was gone in nearly an instant. You were too busy staring at the glowing water to notice that Paimon had joined you.

"Wow, so it really works! Paimon loves this place!" She plopped herself into the water fully dressed without a care in the world. "Hey Xiao, are you gonna join the rest of us?"

"I have no need for this luxury," he answered.

"Vigilant Yaksha," Paimon muttered under her breath.

"Paimon! The cabbages!" Aether warned.

"Oh! Uh, right! Sorry Xiao!"

"This is nicer than I expected," Childe sunk into the pool until only his head remained above water. "I can feel all the tension leaving my body."

"Yes, it is quite relaxing." Zhongli answered without opening his eyes.

You finally gathered the courage to ask yourself. "Are you sure you don't want to join us, Xiao? It's nice to relax every once in awhile."

"I...have no need." Childe and Zhongli picked up on the hesitant answer, the latter finally opening his eyes to sneak a peek at Xiao's face. Did his resolve just weaken over the fact that it was you who asked him? The yaksha stood up straighter as if he noticed Zhongli's thoughts. "It is not in my contract with Rex Lapis. I will do no such thing."

Zhongli let out a low chuckle at this. "Very well then."

I guess it was worth a try, you thought to yourself, still oblivious to the fact that Xiao had actually considered your proposal. Wait, why did you feel bummed out from his answer? It wasn't like you were trying to get him naked--though the thought did bring a blush to your cheeks.

A splash to the back of your head interrupted your embarrassing thoughts. "Hey!" You spun around and peeked over the small wall that acted as the barrier for the next pool over. Childe was grinning mischievously at you.

"Why don't you join us over here?"

"No thank you!" You flushed red and sunk back into your pool. You knew he got a rise out of messing with you. Another splash of water enveloped you. "Childe, I swear--"

"Oops," he said unconvincingly.

You nearly got up to splash him back, but stopped yourself just before you rose over the wall--you realized you'd be giving every guy in the room a sight to behold if you went through with your revenge. You returned to your original position with a huff. "Ugh, just screw off and let me be already!"

So that's the angle you're playing at, Xiao narrowed his eyes at the Harbinger. Since he was still standing in the same spot, he accidentally got a view of your side rising out of the water. "I suppose I'll join you after all."

"Oh?" Zhongli opened one eye to address the adeptus. "What changed your mind?"

"Nothing."

You blushed and looked the other way as Xiao removed his clothes and joined the pool they were in. He sat so that he was the closest one to you, with your backs facing one another. He had conveniently sat in Childe's line of fire so he couldn't provoke you further. A cold look passed over the Harbinger's face before he looked away.

Xiao's actions didn't go unnoticed by the previous Geo Archon. Zhongli could feel the tension between his subordinate and the Fatui agent and closed his eyes once again. She may not have noticed, but Xiao has grown rather fond of her these past few months. His actions speak more than he does. He stole a peak at the annoyed Harbinger. This may pose problems for the group though...this may ignite a fuse. Or perhaps he has another motive for antagonizing the girl?

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ricaffeine · 4 years

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𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐎𝐧𝐞

an: i'm sad because of hyunji drought and this is helping me cope :( but fr if tvn decides to make hotel blue moon then yeaji needs to be in it!!

also very annoying, i can't reply to comments bc this is a side blog (bruh wtf tumblr, i'm so sad should i make a new one?) reblog if you feel like it and my asks are open if you wanna chat 🖤✨

CHAPTER TWO

Weekdays at Seoul's National art gallery were usually the same. Buzzing curators dealing with hot-tempered clients. One thing or another was typically going not right and art directors cried about their wrong coffee order.

Although today was not the usual as to the crowds of bubbly news reporters and dazzled art critiques swarming up the wide place. As to Munyeong on the other hand, she was not pleased to the slightest.

"Just smile at the cameras, don't forget about the paycheck you're getting today." Sangin repeated himself for the fifth time. "Don't cause a scene, just think about the money."

Ah right. The paycheck.

As to The Nightmare Garden was bid off for over ten-million dollars, all of today's fanciness was dedicated to her, nation's celebrated female illustrator. However in all honesty, Munyeong barely liked her so-called masterpiece, but considering the amount of cash it will make her, she could be appreciative for the sake of it.

Behind her oversized sunglasses, Munyeong glared at her pesky manager– if looks could kill, he'd already be eleven feet under his grave. Sangin shut his mouth.

"Let's just get this over with," she simply responded, hooking off her eyewear then strutted into the hall with her long legs. Eyes whipped at her and cameras started to flash intensely, almost blinding her and Munyeong wondered how much those little pests could afford her if they got her blind.

And so the event played on. More pictures were taken– as if they hadn't blind her enough cheerful compliments flowed along with the spring breeze. The insincere joker smile she mastered whilst she met her million-dollar client– according to Sangin a hotel owner, though the woman did not have the looks for it– and the glass of filthy wine she almost had a chance to taste if Sangin's sixth sense was not so creepily fast.

Another dreadful two hours later as the dusk had set, hitting the edges with its golden flare, everyone had left. They got their articles and Munyeong will certainly be getting her pools of cash.

To her displease Sangin had informed her to wait as he had to take care of some paperworks she doubted he went to bribe the press into censoring her quoted inappropriate words.

Nevertheless it was not her bother. She gave his plead a second before storming off to the complimentary section of the building.

Luck on her side, for nobody was there and she was able to grab one of the wine bottles with her– as for a fact it definitely was not stealing.

"Don't be shy, I know you want it."

Munyeong stopped within her steps as soon as an obnoxiously familiar voice echoed from the gallery she previously was in. Curiosity taking the lead, she peaked through the corner and had to muffle her own snort. Stood there, nation's art historian with the sharpest tongue– Choi Seojin.

She finds it hard to believe that his articles are highly known around, or even relevant, when his mouth is full of complete shit. However not disregarding the nastiest tea yet– a frightened girl seized under him. Her hands were locked, frightened eyes grew larger as the man spewed out nasty things.

Instantly, she took out her phone to film the disgraceful scene. Munyeong grinned to herself, reminiscing the rage she felt last time when he mentioned about her mother, and how her irritating manager had interrupted her before she could've sent him down the stairs to Satan.

The man reared into the poor girl's cheek when she attempted to fight him off, and Munyeong's smile dropped.

That piece of shit.

Munyeong entered the room, arms crossed, head high. Her wedge heels clicked against the hardwood as she let out an unamused wow.

Mad dog– what she personally thinks he should be called– 's head whipped at her with wide eyes. Like a child getting caught of lying.

"Oh my. Your hobbies are quite interesting Mr. Choi. Talking shit and sexual harassment?" Munyeong spat. "The girl looks like she'd rather kill herself, why are you even trying?"

As if he thought he could get away with what he just did, mad dog released his foul grip on the girl. Munyeong clicked her tongue and tauntingly held out her phone.

"Oh no, don't bother pretending. Judging by the looks, that won't even favor you at this point." She spared a glance at the quivering girl. "Why are you waiting? Go."

Shakingly and with thankful eyes she nodded and left, her footsteps filling void of silence before it coated the air again.

Mad dog snickered, as if there was something to laugh about. "Don't mess with me Ms. Ko. You know me, I won't die alone."

"Certainly I'll drag you and Mr. Lee down with me. Why do you think they call me the suicide bomb?"

Munyeong walked towards him and spreaded a smile, though even dogs could tell you shouldn't push her further. "You mean the bastard you can't fall down without dragging everyone else with him? Why?"

"I can destroy your career with the tip of my pen, I'm sure you know." He gave her a look, panning out his hand. "Now if you hand me your phone, I think we can compromise something."

Munyeong unraveled her arms, eyes hardening at his next sentence. "You think so?"

"Nation's beloved artist turned out to have antisocial personality disorder. What do you think will happen when people find out?" Mad dog sneered. "Her mother who mysteriously commited suicide–"

"Shut up." She warned. His words lit up the flame from their last encounter, adding fuel to her burning fire. Her head pounded, hard. For a moment she had hoped that if he proceeded as she said, then things would not have to get ugly.

"And her father? Spending his last days in the psychiatric hospital."

But men never listen, do they?

Munyeong tightened the hand around her bottle and striked it at him with full force. The bottom part crashed the wall behind him– just above the hung painting- glass shattered as rich burgundy stained its way down, smearing all over. Its taste fused with the air and Munyeong glowered at the creature who dodged her flawless aim.

"You crazy bitch!" He yelled, scrambled on the floor. But Mad dog was quick to lunge at her, they both hit the ground, stumbling as her open purse had been knocked away– and Munyeong's eyes landed on something very specific.

She was quicker, getting on her feet and spared the bastard a strong kick in the groin, leaving him groaning as she reached for her pen.

Her favorite calligraphy pen– its lining was stunning, coated in shiny teal with hints of gold, but most importantly, the dangerously sharp tip. The way it writes like reaping out blood from your hand– hence why it is a favorite.

She hawled back over and he screamed at her, though she didn't hear him. Her head was light as she felt blood rushed through her veins. Munyeong raised her arm and struck it back down.

Die.

Both of them froze. No, not her and mad dog, but him.

Deafening silence had lied between the walls and there they stood, eyes pierced into another's souls. Hers burned like fire, but his were dignified like the deep ocean.

Droplets of blood trickled down his forearm and splattered the floor, staining the rolled up sleeves of his crisp white shirt. What a waste.

"Let go. You can't kill him." The man– still with a bloody pen graved in his palm said.

Munyeong couldn't help but scoff, especially after that fucking bastard had just strangled her. "Don't be dramatic. I was just going to give him a few scratches."

Well maybe that's not entirely true.

Rough scrambling erupted underneath them, but when Munyeong turned to look, the mad dog had just ran off, like a lost puppy. Angrily she bit her lip, close to drawing blood until she felt the man draw his own hand back.

She watched as he did. The way he carefully slid her pen into his jacket and brought out a black silk handkerchief. Very rarely, she'd be astonished by something, and now it's him. Though she found it quite difficult to understand him– since when do you interrupt another's stabbing session by screwing up your own hand instead, and also the audacity to tell her she could not stab somebody?

So lost in her thoughts it took her a few seconds to realize her pulse was not pounding anymore.

"Did anyone not tell you that it is basic etiquette to not pry into someone else's business?" Munyeong said– seized the napkin from him, and began to tie a knot. She shot him a glance.

No reply. The man simply stared at her.

"Hmm?" She raised a brow, amused at his slight flinch when she tugged a little harder.

"Don't stress it too much, my manager will take care of our little incident." Munyeong chuckled as he proceeded to ignore her. "Do you know what? There are a lot of people in this world who deserve to die. And some very thoughtful freaks secretly take care of that, so clueless humans can sleep peacefully at night, completely unaware. Which one do you think I am?"

She dropped his hand, anticipating for his answer. Flares of light shined through the blinds, sharpening at his strong features and she noted his small– yet devilish smile.

"A clueless freak."

He finally responded, leaning towards her. His eyes traced her face, gazing down at her lips for a second too long, before their eyes were locked once again. "And of course you will have to pay, but at what price?"

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summonerscenarios · 3 years

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How about quality time with Zao? My mind is blank right now so I can't really think of a scenario... 😅

Man first time taking a crack at Zao but I had too cute of an idea not to make it ridiculously fluffy sdfghgfd thank you so much for requesting, I do hope I did him justice~!

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It’s still dark outside when you find yourself waking up. Stretching with a sigh you’re reluctant to leave the warmth of your sleeping bag, the fabric far more comforting than you thought it would be when you’d first burrowed into it for the night; so instead of leaving you roll over onto your side, fully prepared to pester Zao with idle chatter until you’re able to fall back asleep, after all, he’s almost always awake during this time.

But the space beside you is empty, and his sleeping bag is rolled up.

“Zao?” you mutter out, yawning into your hand as you lift yourself up onto your elbows and look around the tent.

Sure enough, he’s nowhere else in the tent, and the flap to the entrance is unfastened, but from where you’re sitting you can just barely make out a light seeping in through the small gap. Blinking the sleep from your eyes you glance between your side and the entryway a few times, humming to yourself as you allow your brain to catch up on what you’re seeing. And once you do you reluctantly shuffle your way out of your bed, pushing yourself up onto your feet as much as the space around you will allow - it’s a snug fit, but you’re just glad it’s still warm inside as you move you peek your head out of the flap.

Being so high up you should have expected it to be chilly, but the wave of cold that hits your face has you cursing under your breath, expression twisting in response in an attempt to stop the stinging sensation that blossoms across your cheeks and nose from the sudden temperature change. It would probably be a good idea to duck back inside and burrow through your pack for your climbing coat before you venture out into the night, but right as the idea strikes you, you catch sight of the light source that had initially drawn your attention.

The campfire that the two of you had set up earlier in the day has been reignited, the warm orange flames licking at the air and casting the ground around in a soft glow; and next to the campfire you can make out a familiar bulky silhouette, back turned away from you and facing towards the flames.

Ah, there he is.

You’re quick to shuffle over to the campfire, both eager to join him and get close to the heat source hoping it’ll warm you up, and you can’t help but chuckle as you approach.

“And here I thought you’d run off while I was asleep” you tease, dropping down into a sitting position beside him. “What’s wrong, restless? Couldn’t sleep?”

Zao turns away from what he was staring at and glances at you as you make yourself comfortable, scooting closer towards the campfire seeking out the warmth it provided.

“Mhm, something like that” he responds, and you make a noncommittal whistle of acknowledgment as you switch your gaze between him and the campfire.

A few moments pass before you speak up again.

“So, what were you looking at?”

Zao opens his mouth to respond, but you start to speak again before he can say anything.

“Let me guess” you hum “just wanted to just take in some of that good ol’ mountain air?”

“No, I-” he tries to cut in but you’re still going with the speculation.

“Ooh, or maybe you were planning on wandering around? - there’s a river closeby, right?”

You vaguely register the frustrated look that he’s giving you, but honestly it’s too fun not to try and get another guess in as you muse.

“You know, a cabin would fit right in around here~ Maybe I could convince Andvari that a mountain lodge would make for a good investm-”

You’re cut off when a hand presses against the back of your head, and your gaze is pulled upwards to look at the sky. Whatever you were saying next trails off as your jaw goes slack, eyes widening as you take in the sight presented right above you.

It’s beautiful - you’ve never seen the sky look so clear.

So far away from civilization and Tokyo’s city lights, the stars light up the sky like gold on a deep blue canvas. And it’s not just blue either, the sky itself is like a mesh of purples, whites, teals and numerous other rich tones, all fusing and merging together like something right out of a painting. You’ve seen pictures, seen videos, but it really looks as though the galaxy is stretching out before your eyes; and here, so high up, you almost feel like you could just reach out and run your hands through that very sky, swirling those stars between your fingers just to know what it would feel like and touch.

“Oh, wow”

You’re mesmerized, so much so that you only catch yourself getting lost staring in awe when you hear a laugh from beside you, and you glance away to sneak a peek at Zao. From the corner of your eye he’s smiling, clearly proud of himself at the sight of your speechlessness, and you turn to fully face him, shooting him a withering pout.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up - I guess I’ve gotta admit, it is a pretty amazing sight”

His hand, that’s still on the back of your head, moves further up and ruffles your hair and you whine in protest, swatting his hand away even as you try to hide the fact that you’re smiling. Right on cue however, you receive a none too subtle reminder about just how cold it is, as a particularly sharp chill runs up your spine suddenly enough that you yelp at the sensation. Even the fire before you does little to block out the cold like you’d wished, and you pull your legs closer to your chest in the hopes that they’ll take the brunt of the next breeze.

Zao notices your reaction and shoots you a pointed look - honestly with how often he’s out here you wouldn’t be surprised if he’s way more acclimated to the climate than you are; you’ve gotta admit, that’s kind of funny to think about.

“Cold? Did you not bring your coat out with you?”

You want to retort that you’d been a bit more focused on your missing mountaineering buddy than clothes but hold your tongue, shuffling closer to the fire trying to seek out its heat to combat the incoming cold. Trying to focus on the movement of the flames to distract yourself you watch tiny pieces of kindling breaking off and disappearing into the air for a little while, resting your head atop your knees in an attempt to get comfortable until you decide to head back to the tent.

But you don’t stay like that for long, as after a few moments of silence passes an arm wraps around your side, and just like that you’re being moved from your spot, picked up like you didn’t weigh a thing and settled back down so that your back is pressed flush against Zao’s chest. You’re glad for the warm hue of the flames, as they provide a good excuse for why your cheeks feel like they’re burning up.

Yep, it’s because of the campfire. Definitely...maybe.

You probably would have said something, made a quip or teasing remark to get a reaction out of him, but he’s so warm that you can already feel the heat creeping up your back, spreading across your shoulders in a way that you just about melt back against him. But the warmth isn’t the only thing that you feel; twisting to look at your shoulders you find that Zao’s draped a blanket over the two of you, and you reach for the two sides draped over you, pulling them closed with a perplexed expression.

“A blanket? Where did you get…?”

In response, Zao pats the space next to him, and it’s there that you finally spot the trusty pack by his side. You swear he’s got anything and everything in that bag; you’re tempted to ask if he’s got any drinks stashed in there, but for now you’re content with just the blanket, and the mountain man that comes with it.

Allowing yourself a moment of respite, you let your eyes flutter closed, your previous hours of sleep catching up to you as the added warmth lulls you into a relaxed state. You can hear the campfire cracking before you, the rustling of the nearby trees and the occasional shrill hum of the wind as it brushes past; it makes for some damn good ambiance to listen to, and right behind you, you can hear Zao’s breathing, working in tandem with the rise and fall of his chest in a steady rhythm. It’s kind of calming, and for a few seconds you focus on listening to all the things that you can hear.

Eventually, a sigh from above you catches your attention, and you tilt your head up trying to catch what he says.

“Hah, what a troublesome little mountaineer”

You crack one eye open, gazing up at him as you grin.

“Aw, come on, Zao - you know you love me, really~”

Zao sputters, and you have three glorious seconds where you watch his face reddening at your words before his hand’s back on your head, ruffling it hard enough that your gaze is pushed back to the floor as you howl with laughter.

“Hey! What have I said about mocking your elders!? I’m taking the blanket back!”

“Noooo! I’ll behave, I swear!”

“We both know you won’t!”

You laughter echoes across the clearing, breaking the peace of the otherwise quiet night as you make a dive for the blanket stubbornly pulling it close, and while Zao’s words may seem harsh to anyone else, you still catch him fighting off a smile of his own as the two of you fight for the fabric that wraps you up together.

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Title: Untitled Genre: Hurt/Comfort, short bit of fluff. Pairing: Mammon x MC Summary: In which Mammon gets in trouble, Lucifer makes a half-hearted declaration Mammon then takes way too seriously and MC is there to make it better. Notes: I just like taking an insecure Mammon and showering him with affirmations until he cries. - MC Includes some of my headcanons about pact bonds aka emotional walkie talkie and pact marks appearing in the same spot on both MC and the bros. There is a passing reference to my other fic Between the Flash and the Thunder in this one, but you don’t need to read it to know what is going on.

In Mammon’s defense, he had done nothing that he hadn’t done before, so why Lucifer was so angry over some missing dusty old statue was truly a mystery. Lucifer turned a blind eye so often to his petty thefts and insurmountable debts to highly shrewd yet beautiful witches, but for some reason today was different.

He could practically feel the heat radiating off Lucifer’s body, a faint scent of sulfur warning that he could, at any moment, transform. Mammon knew better than to talk back in these moments so instead he waited with his arms crossed over his chest, head ducked down as if he could make himself smaller and unnoticable.

“You gave those harpies a relic of immense value.” Lucifer said, voice teetering between even and ragged, “It was one of the components that protects and seals this House from outside intruders… evidently… we have far worse concerns within!”

His voice raised to a near shout at the end, but Lucifer restrained it back, eyes shut tightly as he composed himself. Mammon felt his pulse all the way to his fingertips, clenching the fabric of his sleeves tight in his fists, focusing on the solidness of the floor beneath him rather than the lightness that threatened to swarm through his head.

“… I-I’ll get it back.”

“No. You will not. I will retrieve it. You can not be trusted to any position of responsibility. In fact, I begin to think I made a mistake entrusting the well being of our human guest with such an irresponsible lout.”

Insults were nothing, Mammon felt the blow of words meant in teasing and in earnest all the time… but this was different. His eyes widened, a breath caught in his chest. He wheezed trying to form words of protest, but Lucifer simply threw up his hand, silencing him.

“These thefts will stop. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah…”

“I will think upon your status as protector. Until then, if you so much as step one centimeter out of line—“

“I got it, okay? …I got it. I’m sorry.” Mammon hurried to change his tone and must have appeared sufficiently abashed because Lucifer’s shoulders relaxed and he turned his eyes away from Mammon. That alone hurt worse than anything his brother had said.

“…okay. Good.”

As always, something softened in Lucifer’s features and Mammon could feel the regret mixed into his anger. It wasn’t like Lucifer enjoyed this shit and Mammon knew that… but thievery was a compulsion he wasn’t likely to kick for good anytime soon. Perks of being the Avatar of Greed.

“You can go back to class.” Lucifer said instead of what else was on his mind and Mammon did.

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It was nearly impossible not to hide the sharpness in his breath as Mammon half gasped and half panted as he strode down the halls of RAD. Being away from the House was good, it got out from under the oppressive aura Lucifer gave off when he was angry… but in the back of his mind he kept hearing those words over and over.

…I made a mistake entrusting the well being of our human guest…

The thought of Lucifer taking her away from him made his stomach churn. He’d still see her, sure, but her concerns? Her needs and her wants? Those would fall to another brother. He’d be sidelined and unimportant, pushed aside. Would she make a pact with that brother? Who would it be? Asmo? Beel? Most likely Satan if Lucifer could stomach granting such a privilege to him. He was reliable, he was smart.

Mammon growled under his breath, pushing a hand roughly through his hair and tugging, trying to distract himself with the pain.

“Stupid, worthless idiot… shut the fuck up, stop thinkin’ bout it.”

It was no use. His thoughts were spiraling and his chest was prickling with tightness. His eyes stung and Mammon knew then, without a shadow of a doubt, he needed to get out of sight. He found an empty classroom just in time, forcing open the door and slamming it closed as he furiously began rubbing at his eyes with the back of his fist.

Why the hell was he so upset?! He didn’t give a shit about Lucifer being mad! Luci would posture and raise his voice and be rough and then by tomorrow he’d be apologetic … even if Mammon did probably deserve this scolding and worse for having stolen from Lucifer yet again.

But… but dammit just the thought of Lucifer giving her to someone else made him want to fuckin’ scream. He didn’t want them near her! She was his to protect! He was the one she should be comin’ to in the middle of the night, when she was scared of thunderstorms. He was the one who should be taking her around Devildom, the one she was glued to and brought her homework to when she needed “help”… even if they just played on Devilgram the whole time instead.

Mammon was so preoccupied with these thoughts he jolted when the classroom door opened and softly someone slipped in.

“… hey um— so. You like, okay?”

Her voice was quiet and strained, but he knew the human exchange student’s voice anymore. In confusion, Mammon turned and saw in the light that her eyes were red-rimmed and her cheeks blotchy… as if she had been crying. His entire demeanor shifted, brows snapping together as he stood up taller.

“Whose responsible for this, huh? Who messed with ya?”

“Uh? What? Dude. I’m not crying because I want to. It’s you!” She waved back and forth between them, indicating to something invisible.

“Ha…w-what? Me? The Great Mammon? Absolutely not, I would never be all weepy and pitiful and junk.”

She gave him a skeptical look, one well-groomed brow lifting and a smirk on her lips. She reached into the pocket of her RAD uniform and produced a handkerchief.

“Your nose is running.”

He swiped it with a scowl, balling it up and roughly scrubbing his face.

“It’s the pact. I can feel what you feel when you are close.”

Mammon grumbled some reply, but it was indecipherable behind the handkerchief.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No… man, this sucks. Just stupid really, but it’s gonna mess everything up.”

She nodded, not pointing out he had said “no” and then proceeded to begin talking about it. That was pretty typical Mammon behavior.

“I got in trouble.” He mumbled, looking away from her sheepishly, “…Lucifer said I ain’t responsible enough to be lookin’ after ya anymore. So… guess ya will have to get used to Satan or someone.”

The silence after he stopped speaking was deafening, but he felt something in his chest… a tiny twinge of anxiety similar to what he had felt before but… faded. Like someone speaking through a tin can on a string into his heart. Mammon risked a short sideways glance over to her and found she was standing rigid, fists clenched at her sides. Her glossy lips were pressed tight together, redness spreading from her cheeks down her throat like a lit fuse before she exploded.

“Lucifer can shove it, I’m not taking anyone else! He can’t make me.”

“W-well… I dunno, it might be better cause I ain’t exactly the most reliable kinda guy. Ya probably would be better off if you had someone else watchin’ out—“

“What? What? What are you saying? Like, I can’t hear you over Lucifer talking out your mouth!”

Not what he had expected, he’d give her that.

“Say sike like right now!!!” she demanded.

“Wha- wait?! Why are you mad at me!”

“Because I don’t hear you saying you told him no!” She said, crossing her arms tightly against her chest and huffing, “Because you are standing there talking bad about my best friend… I don’t want someone ‘more’ reliable or whatever. I rely on you just fine. You are…I…”

She struggled to get the words out, the redness in her face having little to do with anger now.

“Mammon, I want you. No one else. I don’t care whether they are better at the job or not, they will suck at it because they aren’t you!”

Relief was immediate, followed closely by sheer embarrassment as Mammon hid his face with her handkerchief, covering his nose and mouth and hoping she wouldn’t notice the flush creeping down his own neck now.

She took in a shaky breath, eyes going wide as her chest rose and fell a bit faster.

“Wow… wow, I can like totally feel that.” She said, voice hushed, “You’re so—“

“Shuddup!” Mammon groaned, tossing aside her handkerchief and dragging her close. With her face pressed into his chest, she couldn’t see his face anymore and honestly… Mammon couldn’t bare to let her see him, pact or no pact.

His embrace was crushing and no doubt not very comfortable, but she softened under his touch and gently her hands came up to soothe over his back.

It was too much. It was just too fuckin’ much.

“…you’re just so happy.” She murmured into his shirt and Mammon swore he could feel her smiling.

“What if I am?! W-what’s it to ya, huh? Human?”

She giggled, arms wrapping around him fully as she squeezed back as tightly as she could.

“You’re so weak… puny human arms. Nuthin’ compared to the Mammon.”

“Ohhh, can you pick me up!? That’d be fun!”

“N-no!”

“Oh, so you can’t? Got puny demon arms?”

Mammon wasn’t one to take a challenge laying down. Her feet lifted off the floor as he hoisted her up, wiggling and giggling with delight. She got her arms up between them so she could wrap them around his neck, hooking her legs behind his own.

“Whee! Much better.” She hummed, looking down at his very unamused face with a smile. She had succeeded in her goal of distracting him and Mammon knew it.

“...I ain’t got puny arms.”

“I know, Mammon.”

“You’re bein’ extra needy, human.”

It wasn’t true. He was the one who needed and needed and needed. Her affirmation, her affection… don’t look at anyone else. Don’t be with anyone else. Mammon was suddenly struck with the knowledge he’d give up every penny in his bank accounts if it meant no one else ever got to have her.

And he didn’t know what that meant, but he knew what she wanted it to mean right now.

“…I’ll tell Lucifer no.”

“Hmm? What was that?” She cooed, voice teasing and light.

“I said I’ll tell um no! I ain’t given ya up!”

She weighed next to nothing with his strength, but still he settled her unto the instructor’s desk, palms flat on either side of it’s smooth surface as he leaned in, caging her.

She kept her legs locked around him, but now she could put them around his waist. Her hands slid from his neck down his arms, coming to rest on his forearms where she kneaded and rubbed at the bare skin where his sleeves were rolled up.

Normally, this kind of position would have Mammon a stuttering mess, but there was something determined and direct in his eyes, as if he couldn’t focus on anything right now but making sure she knew he was in earnest when he said what he said.

“I’m not giving you up either.”

Simple words, and yet she could feel where they pierced into his heart, leaving him half joy and half agony. Why did it hurt him so much when she spoke kindly to him? Mammon craved the words, but something held him back.

“You aren’t stupid.” She whispered, gently lifting her hand and resting it on his neck, watching as the pact mark began to appear exactly on him where it was on her. Her thumb found it, pressing and rubbing in firm circles until she pulled a groan from Mammon’s throat and he tipped his head forward to bury his face against her neck.

She felt his lips brush her mark, a touch more than a kiss, but a kiss all the same.

“You’re my first guy… you’re my favorite guy. I like you best.”

She knew if she kept it up, she was going to make him fall apart… and part of her wanted to. Part of her thought it was exactly what he needed. Instead, she gently kissed the side of his head with a loud and pronounced “mu-wah”.

“C’mon! Let’s cut class.” She said, gently wiping Mammon’s cheeks with the back of her hand when he untangled himself from her. He sniffed once, refusing to meet her eyes and nodding vigorously as he got himself composed.

“Eh… Lucifer did say somethin’ bout not breakin’ anymore rules today.”

“I’ll tell him I was sick and needed company.”

“You ain’t sick!”

“I’ll tell him it was ‘girl troubles’. That one gets him so quiet you’d think I was the Avatar of Awkward Silences.”

Mammon laughed, rolling his eyes which were starting to look a bit less red and a bit more mischievous as he considered the possibilities of ditching. Taking the opportunity, she slid off the desk with a tiny flourish, spinning to fluff out her skirt before brushing it down resolutely.

“It’s decided! Two hellfire boba teas and chocolate newts are what the doctor ordered!”

She took his hand and he resisted only for a moment so he could relish the feel of her tugging him towards her and the sight of her pouting before she stamped her little booted foot on the floor.

“C’mooooon!”

“Alright, human. You’re buying."

#i am a two trick pony #i see obey me bro #i write hurt comfort #i write smut #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x mc #obey me fanfic #obey me fanfiction #more like a ficlet #anyway it isnt very polished but someone might like it!#this was more of a writing exercise for me to play around with MC's speech mannerisms #and write some Mammon feels #im explorin' the boys psyche about being SHAT ON all the time #but lucifer isnt meant to be a bad guy here he is arguable got GOOD REASON to be mad #that mammon STEALS FROM HIS BROTHERS is a big yikes to me #but Lucifer will forgive him because it's Mammon

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nicostolemybones · 4 years

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Bodyswap, Godswap

@solangeloweek a little late but! A twist on Godswap because I was planning an Ares/Hecate Godswap but couldn't decide who I preferred to be in the Hecate cabin

Tw: heavy swearing

Nico was not happy to be woken up. He was even less happy to be woken up by the mythical entity known as 'sunlight'. He tried to bury himself back in his blankets in confusion, but then. Then. Music. Not even good music. Some song from Shrek everybody loved. And then. Then. Some fucker in his room started playing some kind of annoying ass squeaky clarinet solo. Sure, Nico could play the clarinet, but it was clear that this motherfucker was purposely making it squeak.

Nico practically ripped the blankets off- and promptly hissed and winced at the sunlight. He tried to close his curtains but somehow the damn sunlight still got through. How? He had blackout curtains, there was no godsdamned way. So, he realised, he must have shadow travelled in his sleep. He groaned loudly, turning to look around-

Well fuck.

There was Will's siblings. The annoying Clarinet player stepped forwards, pointed the damned thing right next to his ear, and squeaked it loudly. The sound hurt, splitting through Nico's skull. He tried to swat the clarinet down, but he severely miscalculated and accidentally rammed the clarinet further in the person's mouth, and now they were crying and their teeth were bleeding and wow Nico was such a jerk.

Everybody was staring at him in shock, so Nico ran into the bathroom to breathe and stop panicking before he'd apologise, but as soon as he looked in the mirror-

He screamed.

Because that was very much Will in the mirror. Nico was about to assume that Will had Iris messaged him- until he noticed Will's face mirroring his expressions. And that is when Nico truly panicked. Because he was in Will's body. He was not in his own body, he was in Will's body, and Will was wearing pyjamas like a heathen and there was no way Nico was going to undress him to dress him again because this was not his body and he had no idea what Will would be comfortable with. Also Nico was fourteen okay, and whilst he was curious, he was far more awkward and uncomfortable.

He didn't want to leave Will's body all sweaty and gross, though, so he filled the sink with water and decided to wash over his face, neck, hands, and arms.

Will definitely felt weird. He hadn't seen any sunlight, it was pitch black aside from… was that… Greek fire torches? He didn't remember going to sleep in Nico's cabin… maybe he was just groggy because there was no natural light in here. He opened the curtains, wincing as his spine protested. He must have threw his back out carrying all the boxes into the infirmary yesterday, but he didn't remember them being that heavy… he stretched, but the pain in his back got worse, so he headed to the bathroom. He decided to go straight for a shower, but as he went to take his clothes off, he realised… this was not his body.

They were Nico's jeans and Nico's shirt, the same ones he'd worn yesterday. And they were a little loose, and Will was definitely not that thin when he went to sleep. He backtracked to Nico's mirror and his suspicions were confirmed when Nico's sleep deprived face stared back at him. So a shower was very much out of the question. And sure, Will had seen many campers in states of undress in the infirmary, but it was very different when this was his boyfriend, whose body he was in, where it wasn't a matter of life or death. Will sniffed his pits- and decided against doing that again. It didn't seem like Nico had showered in a while, so he must have hit a rough patch.

Nico's hair was matted, so Will decided to take the time to care for it, brushing it through then bending over the sink to carefully wash it- they both had a similar hair type, so Will wasn't too worried about ruining it- although, Nico didn't have shampoo, so Will had to improvise and hope for best. Will went over Nico's face and arms and cleaned behind his nails, and quickly wiped his armpits under his shirt so Nico's body didn't smell of sweat for Nico's comfort when he was back in it- and also so he'd have less to worry about when he was back in his body.

Nico's skin was definitely more sensitive than Will's- not necessarily painful, but the fabric of his shirt was irritating and overwhelming, and Will finally understood why Nico didn't like touch too much, because yikes… that wasn't very fun. And Will was also screwed because he didn't know what foods would make Nico nauseous, or what time he preferred to take his pain meds.

Nico was not having a good time when he marched over to his own cabin. Will was stupidly tall, and Nico was not used to the extra height. When he'd sat down, he'd almost fallen backwards, because he hadn't calculated how much taller than the chair Will was in comparison to Nico. He knocked on his own cabin door, and was not prepared to see himself stood there.

"I'm- short," Nico noted, and Will nodded.

"So small. Also wow I'm… taller than I thought."

"I don't feel like I'm about to pass out," Nico noted, "is this what healthy feels like?"

"No," Will laughed, "gods no, I'm far from healthy, give it, like, an hour, you'll still feel tired and dizzy."

"I don't feel tired though," Nico shrugged, "this is the least tired I've felt."

"I feel like I've been awake for four days," Will replied, "I have no energy…"

"Yeah, welcome to chronic fatigue, try not to fall asleep in your breakfast and if you do fall asleep, try not to murder the at least five people who chew you out for being lazy during training. Just… good luck, you poor bastard. I've had time to get used to this, you…" Nico gestured to Will "are an insufferably healthy morning person, good luck."

"Well thanks(!) Also I feel we should set boundaries here. Just, no touching the, yeah, that's a good boundary. No looking either."

"Obviously," Nico replied hastily, "now let's never bring that up again before I die of embarrassment!"

"Agreed," Will snorted. "Hey, do you think we can use each other's powers?"

"...I wonder if we can use our own powers but… with each others. Like… light travel or shadow healing. And then, when we're back in our own bodies, we can… we can just teach each other how we did that…"

"Oh my god we can become ten times more awesome-"

"I'll race you!" Nico bolted off towards the training arena before Will could protest. Will was always declaring a race, and Nico could never catch up, way too short and way too sick to actually manage to catch up. But now? In Will's body? With long legs and daily running? When Will would never miss a leg day? Nico had never run quite so fast and it was awesome, although he figured he maybe should have dressed Will in something else, because the fabric of his pyjamas was seriously chafing where his thighs met. But then. Then Nico discovered that flip flops were not easy to run in. He lost one, and tripped over the other, and faceplanted the floor. Seriously, how in the hell did Will manage to outrun six heavily armed Romans in these?

Will caught up to him, wheezing, and immediately sat on the floor. "Christ Neeks," he gasped, "your fucking lungs are shit!"

"Flip flops? Seriously? Will these are a death trap!"

"What the fuck is your spine playing at, why is it trying to murder me right now?!"

"How the hell do you deal with the chub rub, it hurts!"

"Talcum powder," Will replied, still catching his breath. "And you're. Definitely coming back to the infirmary for more tests."

"Give me a few days," Nico conceded, and Will nodded, standing up- and immediately staggering.

"Fuck, where's my vision gone-"

"Where you left it," Nico replied deadpan, but Will was too busy waving his hand in front of his face.

"Will it come back or do I have to call it like a dog?"

"Just move around a little. It leaves this weird fuzzy pressure in your skull a little when it comes back but you won't pass out if you still got your hearing."

"Oh my god how are you not dead yet, what the hell is wrong with your body why is it doing this to me?"

"A lot of things, doc," Nico replied, springing to his feet, "a hell of a lot of things. It's your problem now!" Will groaned dramatically, slowly walking towards the training arena.

Will was definitely having fun. Nico's powers were just so cool, so fun, and so emo. He had to resist the urge to make his own edgy music videos to MCR songs using the shadows and skeletons as special effects.

He was currently watching Nico using his powers, which was definitely a sight to behold. Nico was manipulating the light into heavily concentrated rays, stepping inside them, and emerging elsewhere. He was placing his hands upon the bones beneath them and breathing life into them, returning their souls. How could a son of Apollo do necromancy? But Nico… Nico had spent the last few years amongst the dead, and it was allowing him to use his knowledge to manipulate Will's powers into something stronger, something unstoppable. And Nico had discovered how to make deadly whips of light, how to create haemorrhagic plagues, how to create a sonic whistle loud enough that it may deafen or kill. In just a few short hours, Nico had unlocked abilities Will wasn't sure he was even supposed to have.

And then it was Will's turn with Nico's powers… but what could he do? Nico was already… well, overpowered. He was able to boost Nico's healing powers using the shadows, was able to use Nico's ability to solidify the shadows to create tiny tools- he could will the shadows into a body, turn them into sutures, use them to hold off a bleed. Will discovered he could break or fix bones, could fuse them, could unfuse them. He discovered he could turn his hand transparent, could reach inside and fix the problem without cutting people open. He could use the shadows to freeze or cauterize, could keep an organ on ice in the shadows, or burn the flesh to stem a bleed. He could return a soul to the body from the underworld, could stop death…

Well fuck. When using each other's powers, with the knowledge and skills of their own… they were doing things that they were sure were… were never intended for a demigod to do… that made them more powerful than their parents.

Suddenly, experimenting with their powers felt dangerous.

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snarwor · 3 years

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Happy holidays @anarchycox! I’m your secret santa! It was so hard keeping it secret for two months straight lolol. Have some SOFT Geralt/Lambert!! Thanks @thewitchersecretsanta for setting this up! More under the cut, or click the link to read on AO3!

Lambert always left Kaer Morhen first. The pass was still entrenched with snow, but he had his bombs, and if worse came to worst, Igni would light his way like it always had. He went on foot, drawling out his distaste of having someone to rely on and to rely on him in return, even if it would save his tired legs at the end of the day. He’d bought - actually bought - enchanted boots that never wore thin like the others, and he was determined to get his money’s worth. He always tried to set out before the sun rose, to watch the grasp of night slowly weaken through the trees as the day dawned, and him within it.

His attempts at disappearing in the night were never unobserved, however. Three pairs of golden eyes watched his descent down the main road from the keep, before two of those pairs turned away at the first turn that concealed his journey, the morning still too chilly to be considered merely brisk. One silent watcher kept his post, however, catching glimpses of the man’s trek down the clearly-defined, decades-trodden trail from the keep. It usually took three days down the mountain for even a Witcher’s eyesight to fail at tracking its quarry.

And Geralt’s eyes never once left him.

There were moments where Geralt doubted winters had even happened at Kaer Morhen, that the affection and touches and kind, soft words were just his imagination dealing with the aloof nature Lambert always put on at the beginning of spring. Imagine a better life, because you’re not going to get one, and all that horseshit.

Geralt made himself wait until Lambert had very definitely made his way off the mountain before packing up his own things, if the weather permitted. He wasn’t following him, of course, but the castle was just that much colder without the smirk-lipped man there to keep him warm while the wind howled and the snow snarled. Once again, there were two sets of eyes watching him, until he made the turn, and they turned away. Geralt spared one more look at the old keep, some pile of stones that didn’t mean home, but was where he had home.

And then he’d go. It became easier and easier for him to slot picking up Jaskier into his schedule, as he gathered start-of-season supplies. Enchantments and rations in Novigrad, his bard in Oxenfurt, some healing supplies from one particular hut along the Pontar.

Days passed too slowly without Lambert making fun of something. Jaskier was too polite, too refined to actually say the crass joke they were both thinking. Even Eskel, when he ran into the man, was as unchanging as a mountain, and just as unshakeable. It was no wonder he prowled the keep like an antsy panther before Lambert showed up. He was missing a part of him.

It was in the southern tip of Kaedwen where Geralt found Lambert. Jaskier was luckily away for some festival or another, and with summer in full swing, Geralt found himself grateful for the warmth, but it wasn’t a fire in a hearth he knew each crack of by heart. It was enough, though. Geralt wasn’t following Lambert, but when he’d heard “witcher” and “crazy” and “probably dead” in an old tavern, he knew the signs as well as if he’d been tracking a wyvern.

Lambert was, coincidentally, fighting a wyvern, and losing, when Geralt came upon him. He unsheathed his silver sword and prowled forward. The two were too wrapped in battle, too close, for Geralt to afford Lambert a distraction. When he found his in, he fired a crossbow bolt at the beast’s head, at least stunning it while Lambert found his bearings.

From just the cursory glance, Geralt could tell he hadn’t been eating well, and that the wyvern had injured his hand in the skirmish. On top of the other reckless Lambertisms he adhered to on the Path, like the sleepless circles around his eyes, the drawn tension in his shoulders speaking of desperation for victory, the worn look to his clothes telling of no time to waste on himself.

The younger witcher let out a snort. “Of course you’re here.”

“Good to see you too,” Geralt said with a roll of his eyes.

“Go ahead and step back, I’ve got this under control,” Lambert insisted, though he was obviously favoring his left hand.

“Sure. And when you lose that hand, you’ll have it half under control.”

“Oh, fine. Stay alert. I think there’s a mate.”

“You think there’s a—!?”

Just then, a second screech joined the first, the stunned wyvern having recovered. Geralt thought quickly, but Lambert had the advantage of already being in battle. He cast out with his left hand, pushing the wyvern back with an Aard, before charging the off-balance creature. Geralt did the same on the other wyvern, grounding it with a few crossbow bolts to its wings.

Fuck, I need to get better at aiming this thing.

The battle was difficult, but decisive when, after Geralt had taken the head of the second wyvern, Lambert had dropped a delayed-fuse bomb into the mouth of the first. They ran, but within a few seconds, were covered with wyvern innards. They spent several minutes heaving at the smell, but they were safe, and neither had sustained more injuries than a few bruises.

“See?” Lambert panted, a beautiful smile on his face, cutting through the gore across it. “Under control.”

In awe of him, as always, Geralt shook his head and wiped the mess off his face. “Come kiss me, you bastard.”

Lambert’s ears went a shade of red that had nothing to do with the flesh and blood on his face. He drifted over to Geralt as if pulled by a string, and they shared a quick, chaste kiss, blessedly free of gore. That longing and ache in his chest dissipated just a little. “Let’s go back to the inn. They promised a room. This is still just my contract.”

“Would’ve been just your grave, too,” Geralt said, receiving a smack to the arm for his troubles. “I’ll buy dinner. And a bath.”

Geralt didn’t want to acknowledge how hard the Path was on Lambert, not outside of Kaer Morhen when they could be free about it for as long as they wanted, but the many bowls of stew and bread he pressed on the man were enough. Geralt knew Lambert was the one who brought back the most supplies every winter, but it wore him to the bone each year. It frustrated Geralt each day, until he couldn’t count the other Witcher’s ribs with his eyes.

“Where’d you learn that trick with the gag reflex on the wyvern?”

“Same place I learned it on me,” Lambert said airily, making Geralt nearly inhale his beer. “Maybe I can show you later.”

“Fuck’s sake, Lambert,” Geralt laughed.

“‘Scuse me, are you the White Wolf?” a timid voice asked from the side. A boy, too young to be eating here, probably the innkeep’s son, stood almost behind a nearby column.

“My name is Geralt,” he answered, keeping his voice calm and even, a little higher than he usually did. Lambert had seen how Geralt changed when talking to children. It was sweet and kind and all the things people didn’t believe a Witcher could be. Lambert was happy to be able to see it this time. The boy’s eyes sparkled in awe, and he took a little step out from the side. “What’s your name?”

“Mardi,” the child said. “Can I see the silver sword?”

“It’s a little dirty right now, I’ve got this dagger, though.” Geralt shot Lambert an apologetic look, but still looked secretly pleased that the child had approached him without fear. Perhaps that bard is doing some good, Lambert thought to himself. Geralt pointed out the runes on the hilt, and showed off how they glowed when he spoke an incantation over them. “A sorceress I saved gave this to me as a gift.”

“If you saved me, I’d give you the butcher knife in the kitchen!” the boy declared. Geralt gave a closed-lip smile. His fangs were a little scary, even for eager children who play at slaying monsters with their friends.

“I would appreciate that very much, Mardi. I’m sure I’d just be happy if you stayed out of any situation that would warrant a Witcher’s saving from.”

Lambert saw reverence shine from the boy’s face, and his own ragged heart warmed at the sight. Geralt deserved love and affection, more than most, and had been only given scorn, more than most in that as well.

“This is my friend Lambert. I’ve known him since he was your age,” Geralt said, swinging his smile back over the table to an unprepared Lambert. He hid his face in his mug.

“Geralt…” Lambert protested.

“He killed the wyverns that were in the forest today,” Geralt told Mardi, a little conspiratorially. As standoffish as Geralt liked to think of himself, he was really quite good at stepping in and fulfilling social niceties. Maybe it was just dealing with pompous nobles that made him all stony and cold.

“Wow,” Mardi said, his adoration turning like a beam from a lighthouse. Lambert ducked his head a little, but acknowledged it.

“I am competent sometimes, you know.”

“I do,” Geralt said. “I do.”

The room they got was significantly better than the one Lambert would have gotten alone. Geralt had become a bit better of a negotiator since walking the Path with Jaskier, and knew that crossing his arms and glaring went a long way with the right person. Lambert whistled when he dropped his things to the floor, looking around at the swept floors, the comfortable carpet, the large tub behind a screen…

The one bed.

“He almost pissed himself when I pressed the issue. It’s the nicest room, but it’s also the one-beddiest room,” Geralt explained, dropping his saddlebags next to Lambert’s.

“Well, if it’s comfortable and you don’t snore, I think I’ll be able to get a few hours’ rest.”

“Hey,” Geralt said gently. Lambert looked at him, and was pulled into another kiss, this time with an embrace that made his knees weak.

“Hey,” Lambert said, when Geralt pulled back.

“Relax a bit for me? You should patch up your hand.” Geralt took a step backwards toward the door, like he didn’t want to look away from Lambert, though his mind had priorities elsewhere.

“Don’t have to tell me twice. ‘Sides. It’s a scratch.” Geralt didn’t argue with him. He didn’t want to waste the time they had together on harsh words and empty nastiness. He turned away to return down to the tavern floor, and left Lambert to patch himself up. He ordered a bath and two small trays of snacks, things they could pack away and ration for later easily, like cheeses and cured meats. Though he didn’t order any, they both came with two large, if weak, tankards of ale. It’d do. Geralt amused himself with keeping his face neutral to the peace offering from the tavern owner, but he shared a wink with Mardi as he passed by. He smirked to himself when he was finally back up in their room, balancing the food in his hands while knocking with his foot.

When Lambert opened the door, he’d taken off his shirt and jacket, revealing a poorly-bound chest and an even shittier-bandaged hand. “You planning on eating all of that? We just had dinner,” Lambert said, drawing Geralt’s attention away.

It didn’t work. “We are. Some’s for later. Let me rebandage those for you.”

“Fine.”

When Geralt sat down and pulled the chest wrappings away, it showed an almost-healed gash that must have given Lambert trouble on every hunt since he got it. “What did this?”

“Fearsome creature. Almost unkillable. It’s called a Lambert.”

Geralt shook his head with a smile. “You know, it’s always amazed me that you can be so competent, but only when you’re not thinking about it.”

“I’m competent all the time, but my bad luck is also pretty consistent.” They met each other’s rolling eyes. They didn’t really believe in luck. It’d been something of a joke they shared through all the years together. “I tripped.”

“On what?”

“Thin air.”

“Then what did this?”

“I was carrying a knife in my arms, trying to get something out of my pockets at the same time.”

“There it is.”

A knock at the door sounded, and for the next fifteen minutes, hot water was brought in to fill the bath. Geralt tipped the terrified inn workers and locked the door. “You need it more than I do. Get in.”

“Play doctor with me after?” Lambert smirked.

“Only if you’re good.” Geralt’s hand ghosted a little over the side of Lambert’s face, fond and still disbelieving that they’d ran into one another on the Path.

“You know, I’m not a toddler, you don’t have to follow me to the bath to make sure I scrub behind my ears.” Lambert stripped out of the rest of his clothes so he had an excuse to hide his reddening ears.

“You never scrub behind your ears.”

“Alright, that’s fair.” They gathered near the tub, their toiletries stacked on the low bench beside it. When Lambert’s back touched the hot water, he groaned. “Almost like home, when I close my eyes.”

Geralt said nothing about it, knowing the sentiment well. He washed Lambert’s hair, taking care to tickle behind his ears, and worked out the muscles in his shoulders. He took care washing Lambert’s wounds, and checked over the injury in his hand. It was an annoying sprain at most, and would be fine by morning.

“How’s your season going, then?” Lambert asked. He kept his eyes shut, for this all felt too much like a dream to accept as reality.

“It’s been dull. Lotta cold nights lately.” Geralt spoke of the last hunt he’d been on, just north of where they were now.

“Well it looks like I’ll have to change direction, with you clearing out all the contracts in my way.”

“Maybe we could walk together, til they get a bit more popular. End of summer means lots of monster babies.” Geralt stood, and readied a bit of medical supplies for after Lambert got out of the bath. The bastard seemed to be keen on taking his time soaking, however, so Geralt brought over the cheese and bread and meat. “Open up.”

“Wha—!” Lambert got a mouth full of bread, and had to chew to not choke. “You asshole.”

“Quiet, it’s romantic.”

“Choking a man in a bath is romantic?”

“Yes,” Geralt deadpanned. He fed Lambert his share of the food, until he wanted his turn in the bath. Lambert lay on the bed, completely nude and drying off in the sheets like a bastard. “There’s more food and ale on the table,” Geralt said, not indulging as he’d do if he were alone. He washed himself well, and stood, remaining naked like Lambert.

Geralt wrapped Lambert’s hand, running the tips of his fingers over where it was most sensitive and ticklish. Lambert flicked him in the forehead, but allowed himself to be patched up. It was hard to do it himself, especially on his hand, since he only had one other to work with.

“Oh. I remembered. I got you something.” Lambert stood after the gash on his side was patched up, and bent over his bags. He knew he was putting on a good show for Geralt, who gave a hum of appreciation, as if on cue.

Lambert stood again, and brought the item over. “Saw this in a stall in a town not too south of here. They were making them for practically nothing, painted right over another one for a few crowns.”

It was a Gwent card, the backing showing it was part of a Monsters pack, one that Lambert typically favored. Geralt usually ran with a Northern Kingdoms pack, but had been growing quite a little collection to impress Lambert with, and offer as bets when the coin ran out in wintertime. On the other side of the card, there was a fierce, but incredibly detailed drawing of Geralt. “The artist said he’d seen you once or twice, always running through the woods, eyes black as night, hair white as snow, that’s what he said.”

Geralt looked closer at it. The miniature portrait had been sealed in a thin lacquer, leaving the surface shiny and smooth. “Damn, Lambert,” Geralt said with a grin. “This is incredible.”

“Don’t start cryin’ on me,” Lambert drawled, blushing around the ears just a little bit. “Was happy to get it. Even if you didn’t want it, at least it’d keep your ugly mug on my mind from time to time.”

“Aw, my mug’s on your mind?” Geralt smirked, setting the gift down carefully, to be put with his other precious cards, the kinds he kept for tournaments.

“Well, now it’s not.” Lambert was turned in the circle of Geralt’s arms and pulled close. “Cuz you just—”

Geralt cut him off with a kiss. He knew it was unfair, in a way, but he also knew Lambert liked when he was demanding and sure of what he wanted. Geralt cupped his face, holding him there so he could see him. “I miss you too, you know. Out on the Path.”

“You’ve got that bard—”

“He’s not you. Is it so hard to believe that I enjoy your company?”

“Everyone else seems to tolerate it.” Lambert shrugged.

“When have I ever been like everyone else?”

“Alright, Mr. Ego,” Lambert finally laughed, bringing his gaze up to look at Geralt’s again. “Save it for winter, eh?”

“It’s pretty cold tonight. Could always pretend it’s winter, that the walls are stone instead of wood, that the rain isn’t rain, it’s snow. That this,” Geralt pushed him back onto the bed, gentle enough that Lambert could have stopped himself if he wanted. “Is my bed, and you’re still just as stubborn getting into it as you are getting out of it.”

Lambert watched him with a new look in his eyes, something having worked itself out in his brilliant mind. “Okay,” he said in a whisper. “We can pretend.”

After, Geralt rolled off and they both caught their breath, panting up at the ceiling, long after the candles had been snuffed out. Several minutes passed in silence, and Lambert thought Geralt had merely gone to sleep, until he spoke.

“Monsters, though?”

“My monster.”

In the morning, they walked together.

#my writing #secret santa #witcher fanfiction #geralt/lambert fanfiction #geralt/lambert

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undercoverclover · 3 years

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Title: Broken Fuses

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yuchan x reader

Brr… why is it so cold in here today?

"Channie, love, did you turn off the heat again?" I ask to the voice on the other end of the phone.

"No? Did you check the thermostat? Maybe the fuse blew." He stated matter-of-factly.

"No. That would mean I'd have to touch the cold floor with my bare feet!" I whine.

"Babyyy…."

"Ugh! Fine! Don't use that voice on me, Mr."

I dangle my legs off the couch and hesitate before placing them on the cold flooring.

"You owe me." I say, grumpily.

"Sure baby."

I could hear the cute smile in his voice, trying to let me think he'd give me anything I'd wanted just getting off our couch.

Hastily walking over to the thermostat hanging on the wall, "No, Channie, it says the heat is on.."

"But it's not working? What's the temperature now?"

"It's set to 23°C...but it's 7°C. That's a huge difference." I flip the switch to off and then back on. Nothing.

"Try flipping the switch."

"Oh wow, it's like I didn't try that 8 seconds ago." I say sarcastically.

"You know what? Then how about I don't help you try to fix it."

"Okay okay! I'm sorry! Please help I'm cold!" I pout.

"I'm stuck here right now, I'll see if Donghun or Sehyoon can come look at it."

"Fiiiiinneeee. Please and thank you."

"Okay I'll call one of them now. Just use the blanket on the bed for now?" He suggests.

"Alright. I'll let you go so you can call them. Love you."

"Love you too baby."

Hanging up the phone, I go and grab my slippers from under our bed and the blanket off it. As I'm walking out, I spot Yuchan's hoodie draped over the side of the bed. "Hmm…"

I grab it, put my slippers on and run back to my warm spot on the couch, that's now gone cold. Taking my slippers back off I lay out the blanket and put on my boyfriend's hoodie, it still smelled like his cologne. Turning on Harry Potter, I climbed in the blanket, put the hood on and tuned into the movie.

Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad.

2 hours later:

"Baby?" I feel someone shake me.

"Hmm?"

"Jagiya, wake up." My eyes open to see my boyfriend waking me and his best friend, Donghun looking at the thermostat.

"I got off early. What- hey is that my hoodie?"

I wander my eyes around everywhere but his face. "No, it's mine"

"Woman! It's huge on you. That's mine." He glares playfully at me.

"So! I was cold, I missed you AND this is for when I said you owe me." I pout at him crossing my arms, prepared to fight for this hoodie.

"So that's how we're gonna play it? Huh?" He smirks.

"...Maybe."

"I guess you're cuter than I am in it. You can wear it for now."

"For now? Babe, I would fit this with you in it too."

"Mmm, don't test me jagiya." He says as he leans over to kiss me and surprise drag the hood over my eyes.

"HEY!"

He pecks my lips quickly and smiles, "That's for stealing my favorite hoodie."

#yuchan #kang yuchan #a.c.e #a.c.e chan #acewriters

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allforhader · 4 years

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Risky Behavior

Milo Dean x M Trans Reader

[Reader is FTM]

Warnings: Langauge, Smut

Requested by: @beepbeepmotherfu

Never expected to be noticed. You’ve been friends for a year and the feelings grew gradually but you didn’t see it coming.

Y/N sat on the floor outside of Milo’s apartment waiting for him to get home. He wasn’t paranoid, he texted him when he flew back to LA. Y/N picked him up from the airport and took him home. His aniexty got the best of him but it all subsided when Milo knelt down in front of him.

“Howdy”

“Hey” Y/N smiles as Milo stood to his feet holding his hand out helping him up onto his feet. “Took you long enough”

“Sorry” Milo smiles nervously as he rubs the back of his neck. “I had therapy. It was honestly the only thing that keeps me here without my sister blowing a fuse thinking something bad is gonna happen”

“Ha. Uh. Guess I gotta meet the sister, to be the second thing keeping you here...without her having to worry” Y/N suddenly states as Milo looks at him confused for a moment before suggesting.

“Wanna get a drink?”

“Yes” Y/N laughs at his quick answer making Milo laugh before wrapping his arm around Y/N’s shoulders.

After a short walk to the nearest bar, Y/N bought the first round as he hung out on a bar stool while Milo started the dart game. He watched from where he was sitting, over-thinking about what he said early...honestly making him only down his drink to get another.

“I’m gonna fight”

“You can’t fight something that isn’t gonna fight back”

“Touché. But it’s looking at me funny”

This conversation happening outside of the bar as Y/N continued to stare at his own reflection. Milo laughs a bit, him also being a bit drunk, instinctively locked arms with him to make sure he doesn’t wander off. Y/N’s mind struggled to think of a straight thought that would keep him from saying anything but it wasn’t going to go anywhere he wanted.

“Wanna get out of here?”

“Back to my place?”

“Yes sir”

“Okay, alright. Watch your step” Milo states the second Y/N stumbled a bit, thankful he’s holding onto him.

As the two headed back Y/N started being a bit more obvious than normal.

“I have a secret”

“A secret?”

“I’m....never mind”

“Nooo...come on”

“Nope. It’s embarrassing”

“Then you should’ve have said anything...” Milo whines a bit leaning against the lobby door as he fiddled with the code while Y/N spins for a bit.

“I like somebody”

“Oh?”

“Mhm! Yes sir. Don’t know what I’m gonna do about it” Y/N leans into the door the moment it unlocked as he fell on his ass when it pushed opened. “Wow. The cosmic whatever is telling me something”

Milo laughs a bit stepping in and not only pulling Y/N out of the door way, but helping them back on his feet. The second he stood to his feet, the two locked eyes with one another sharing a moment that lead to Milo closing the gap between them. Y/N brought his arms around his neck as he couldn’t stop thinking about how soft his lips were against his. Milo pressed Y/N up against his door the moment they reached his apartment.

“Wait...wait wait” Y/N pulls away from Milo. “I’m not doing it out here”

“Gotcha” Milo wrapped his arm around the small of his back using his free hand to take his keys out unlocking the door, pushing it open before turning himself around pulling Y/N in.

The moment the door closed, Y/N was pushed up against the door once again as he grabbed Milo’s collar pressing his lips against his. Milo ran his hand up Y/N’s shirt causing shivers to run down his spine. Y/N gently pushes Milo back so he can pull his shirt off catching a stare from him.

“You’re really hot Y/N” Milo states watching Y/N’s face continuing to heat up. He brought his hands onto Y/N’s face pressing his lips once again onto his but with more passion than before.

The heat was building up as Y/N fiddled with Milo’s belt finally getting it off. Before he undid the buttons, he parted from Milo catching his eyes.

“It’s okay, I don’t bite” Milo laughs a bit before being handled by Y/N as he was pulled then turned and pushed up against his door. “Well didn’t that kickstart something in you” he smirks watching Y/N kick off his shoes before getting on his knees.

“There’s a lot...I can do”

Not even a minute goes by and Y/N already unbuttoned his jeans pulling his dick out of his boxers and running his tongue along the base up to the tip. Milo not controlling the moans coming out of him as Y/N went slow with his jerking still working with his tongue. Milo ran his hand through his hair gently pulling back hearing Y/N whine from such as he glared at him.

“Gonna keep being peachy?”

“Being impatient to wreck me Milo? Come on...let me take my time” Y/N smirks suddenly deep throating after catching a glance to Milo’s flushed face, immediately catching him off guard.

“Ah fuck” Milo moans while Y/N moves his head bobbing on his dick only getting wild up himself.

Y/N pulls off when Milo rest his hand on his head. He looked up licking his lips playfully making Milo’s mind run wild.

“Don’t want me to continue?”

“No, I wanna make you feel good” Milo states the moment Y/N stood up, he started helping him out of his jeans and before he took off his boxers. Y/N grabbed onto his shoulders halting him.

“S-Sorry...”

“We don’t have to”

“No no...I want to just...”

Milo brushed his nose against his catching his attention. “Y/N?”

“I uh...can’t do this if...if it’s one-sided” Y/N held onto his shoulders as Milo brought him close.

“Can you just say it?”

“I love you”

“And I too...I’ve loved you and I didn’t know how to like tell you...when I wasn’t right in the head”

“God” Y/N pressed his forehead against Milo’s as he held onto his shoulders. “Now I feel like a dick”

“Oh shut up” Milo pulls away grabbing his face. “May be a bit tipsy but come on. Don’t be that way...we go through a lot of shit on a daily that we don’t want to tell those we love”

“I know...God I know...”

“Then let me make you feel good. I’ll go slow...I won’t rush anything...I love you and I want to make you feel secure like how you do everyday when I’m with you” Milo states as Y/N brought his arms around his shoulders pressing his lips against his as his hands trail from his waist to his ass bringing him up against him. Milo moaned when Y/N thrusted his hips up against his dick making him squeeze his ass making him jerk forward.

“You gonna take me or what Milo Dean?” Y/N parts looking at Milo in the eye before laughing a bit with him.

“That was cheesy”

“I know” Y/N laughs a bit kissing him more.

“But I’d happily do what I gotta do” Milo smirks picking him up and carrying him to the bed doing his best not to run into anything.

Milo tripped over Y/N’s shoes landing on top of Y/N but thank god they landed on the bed. Both getting a kick out of it. Milo laughs going back to kissing Y/N as he lets go to take off his pants and boxers while trailing his kisses down his body. Y/N held his head the moment he reached his waist feeling him run his thumbs along the band pulling off his boxers before bringing himself up.

“Can you grab a condom from the drawer?” Milo asks as Y/N reached over while he took his shirt off.

Y/N looked back enjoying the site as Milo gave him a worried look from the staring.

“What?”

“What? Can’t I just admire the view?” Y/N coos handing him the condom as Milo couldn’t stop blushing from that comment.

Milo put the condom on but before he aligned himself at his entrance, he introduced his fingers to get him prepped. Y/N arched his back moaning the moment Milo inserted two of his finger and started curling them. As he curled his fingers he pressed his thumb against Y/N’s clit making him buck his hips holding onto the bed sheets enjoying this feeling.

“Mm...do I really need to fuck you senseless when I’m enjoying the site?” Milo smiles as Y/N grips a handful of his own hair biting his lip trying to contain his moans. “Come on...don’t have to hide anything from me”

Y/N gave him a very flustered look as he reached and grabbed his face. “Please...Fuck me”

“Hm” Milo continued to to curl his fingers making Y/N moan before suddenly pulling them out making him gasp.

He aligns himself at his entrance and before another word was spoke, he pushed himself in hearing Y/N moan louder than before. He gave out of a second staying in that feel as Y/N clenches around him feeling Milo put one of his legs over his shoulder angling himself. Making himself go deeper.

“A-Ah...fuck”

“You alright?”

“M-Mhm...” Y/N held onto the sheets again biting the inside of his cheek.

“I’m gonna start moving, ok?”

“Yeah..”

Milo started thrusting and Y/N already felt like he was going to give out even if he started off slow. The faster he got the louder Y/N got which only wild him up more.

“M-Milo”

“Yeah.”

“I’m gonna—“

“Fuck—“

When they both climaxed, Milo held it there for a moment while Y/N shook from underneath him. He pulled out slowly taking off the condom and disposing of it before gently laying on top of Y/N.

“I did a good job if you gave off that bad”

“Jesus Christ...” Y/N relaxed the best her could as he felt Milo’s hands trail up his thighs and planting on his side. “You...were fucking great”

“Right back atcha”

“Oh god...I was too loud wasn’t I?”

“I loved it. But prob risked a complaint from my neighbor”

“Fuck...”

#bill hader #bill hader gifs #bill hader x reader #milo dean #milo dean x reader #the skeleton twins

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btsqualityy · 5 years

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BTS Toddler Series #22: Copy Cats

Kim Seokjin

“Are you ready to see some fireworks Kade?” You asked him as the both of you stepped out onto the driveway of your house, looking out into the street to see Jungkook and Jin setting up a few fireworks.

“Yeah!” He exclaimed, bouncing up and down on his feet which made you giggle at him.

“Alright hyung, do you wanna light it?” Jungkook asked as he extended his hand towards Jin, holding the lighter out to him.

“Hell no,” Jin chuckled. “You do it.”

“Alright,” he shrugged, turning around to look at you and Kaiden. “Ready Kade?”

“Ready Uncle Kookie!” Kaiden shouted back. Jungkook flicked the lighter, quickly igniting the fuse on three fireworks before both he and Jin stepped back. You watched the fuse travel to the top of the firework, a big burst then erupting as a multitude of colors flew out of the fireworks and up into the sky above you. The other two fireworks went off in rapid succession and you winced at how loud the sounds were.

“Wah!!” You heard both Jin and Kaiden scream and Kaiden ripped his hand out of yours as he raced back to the house, Jin rushing not far behind him. You watched in sheer amusement as Jin opened the door to the house and they both ran inside, shutting the door behind them.

“Wow, who would’ve thought that Kade would be a scaredy cat just like hyung?” Jungkook cackled.

“Definitely not me,” you smiled.

Min Yoongi

“Are you ready to see Daddy?” You asked as you walked down the street with Kinsley, her small hand in yours as the two of you headed for the BigHit building.

“Yeah,” she nodded, holding her free hand up to her face to block it from the sun as she looked up at you. “Can we get skewers for lunch?”

“We’ll ask Daddy, ok?” You smiled and she nodded. The two of you rounded the corner and the building came into sight. After crossing the street, you walked up to the front door and held it open for Kinsley, watching as she walked inside to the lobby before following behind her.

“Hi Y/N-ah,” Hobi greeted as he walked up to you.

“Hey Hobi,” you replied, giving him a quick hug.

“Hi uncle Hobi,” Kinsley piped up, making Hobi chuckle as he bent down to her level.

“Hi my Kins Bins,” he grinned, reaching out and tickling her neck which made her giggle and hide behind your leg. “What are you two doing here?”

“We came to get Yoongi so that we could all go out to lunch,” you explained and Hobi lifted his chin at you in acknowledgement.

“Good, it’ll get him out of the studio. You know how he is right before a comeback,” Hobi mentioned and you nodded in agreement. Suddenly, you heard your husband’s voice and you looked up to see him at the very end of the hallway, talking with Jin.

“Mommy, can I go to Daddy? He right there,” Kinsley asked as she pointed towards him.

“Go ahead sweetheart,” you chuckled and you and Hobi both watched as Kinsley did a penguin type of run down the hall towards Yoongi.

“Oh my gosh, she runs just like hyung,” Hobi cackled, making you laugh as you watched Yoongi bend down and pick Kinsley up, giving her a kiss and setting her on his hip.

Kim Namjoon

“Mommy!” You heard Mason yell and you turned around, seeing both Mason and Namjoon walking through the front door of your house. Mason barreled over to you and you bent down to catch him in your arms, lifting him up and giving him a tight hug.

“Hi Mase,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to both of his cheeks. “How was your day at daycare?”

“Good! Oh, I made pictures!” He exclaimed as he wiggled around and you set him back down onto the ground. You helped him take off the little backpack that he had on and you held it for him as he unzipped it, reaching inside and grabbing a few sheets of construction paper that he drawn on.

“See, this is mommy and daddy and me,” he said as he pointed to each of the stick figures that he had drawn. “I drawed Rapmon too, even though he lives with jobumonim.”

“Oh, these are great Mase,” you praised him, giving him a wide smile as his cheeks visibly reddened from the attention.

“Really?” He wondered quietly as he looked up at you, and you nodded your head.

“Of course. You’ve been getting better and better at drawing your pictures,” you confirmed and he looked down at the ground in embarrassment. “Why don’t you go grab one of the magnets off the fridge and put them up there so that everyone will be able to see them when they come over?” Mason smiled widely and nodded excitedly before taking the pictures out of your hands and running off to the kitchen.

“You know he gets that from you?” You said with a smirk as you looked towards Namjoon.

“What?”

“The whole getting shy when someone praises him thing,” you said.

“I do not get shy,” Namjoon tried to argue but you just shook your head before leaning up and kissing him gently.

“Keep telling yourself that baby,” you giggled before turning around and walking to the kitchen.

Jung Hoseok

“Baby, you have a package!” You shouted as you dragged the large box into the house from off of the front steps where it had been delivered. Hobi suddenly walked into the living room, where you had left the package next to the coffee table.

“Oh! I think this is what I ordered a while ago,” Hobi gasped as he sunk down to his knees, immediately going to work on opening up the box.

“What did you order?” You asked, watching as he finally got the box open and pulled out another box that read ‘Balenciaga’ on the front. “Hobi, more shoes? Didn’t we just have a conversation the other day about how you have too many shoes as it is?”

“Yeah, but these aren’t for me,” he chuckled as he opened the box, turning it to face you. You couldn’t help but to laugh lightly as you looked at the two small pairs of Balenciagas that sat in the box.

“You ordered Len and Berk their own pairs?” You chuckled, looking up to see him grinning widely.

“Yeah, so we can match!” He nodded. “Lennox, Berk! Come here!” He shouted and it didn’t take long for the two of them to come running into the living room. “Look what Daddy got you guys,” he said as he showed them the box.

“Oh, like Daddy’s,” Lennox chirped, making you smile.

“We wear too?” Berkeley asked and Hobi nodded.

“Of course, we’ll be the Three Musketeers,” he announced and you rolled your eyes playfully as you watched him pull the shoes out of the box for the twins to try on.

Park Jimin

“Hey hey,” you sung as you pushed open the door to the member’s rehearsal room, Noah trailing behind you.

“Hi jagi,” Jimin smiled, walking over and kissing you gently. Noah then ran up to his dad, hugging his right leg tightly.

“Hi Daddy,” Noah chirped as he looked up at Jimin and Jimin chuckled as he set his hand on top of Noah’s head.

“Hi mini me,” he said.

“Are you almost ready to go?” You asked as you looked around the room, noticing that Jimin had been the only one in there before you and Noah had arrived.

“Uh, there’s this part in the new choreography that I’ve been having trouble with,” he started to explain and you shook your head to stop him.

“We can wait for a little while longer,” you shrugged, knowing how Jimin was when it came to perfecting choreography. Jimin grinned widely, leaning over and kissing you again before he walked back over to the sound system in the corner of the room. You took a seat in one of the chairs and Noah came over and leaned into your lap as you both watched Jimin do the choreography to Dinoysus. Noah began to bounce up and down on his feet and you couldn’t help but to laugh as you looked down at him.

“Mommy, go dance?” Noah wondered as he pointed over to Jimin and you shrugged, nodding slightly.

“Go ahead,” you gave him permission and that was all he needed before he walked over to Jimin. He watched silently for a few seconds as Jimin went through the choreography and then Noah tried to do the same movements. Both you and Jimin laughed loudly at watching Noah try to do the dance.

“Good try mini me,” Jimin praised, making Noah look up at him and smile widely.

Kim Taehyung

“No Daddy,” Spencer whined as she shook her head.

“Come on Munchkin. I bet you’d look so pretty in it,” Taehyung tried to persuade her as he held up a hanger with a purple Gucci shirt on it.

“No wear Daddy,” Spencer pouted. “Wear dress.”

“Tae, maybe you should just let her wear her dress and we can try to get her into the Gucci shirt another day,” you suggested and Tae looked up at you with the same pout that Spencer had on her face.

“But I bought it for her so that the two of us could match,” he muttered. “You know, Daddy and Daughter outfits.”

“Yeah, but our daughter is super headstrong and I think if she doesn’t wanna wear it, we shouldn’t force her to,” you pointed out.

“I guess you’re right,” he sighed. “I just thought it would be super cute for us to dress alike and then go get ice cream together.”

“Ice cream?” Spencer lisped, looking up at her father. “We get ice cream?”

“Yeah. You can put on this shirt and match with daddy and then we can go get ice cream and take pretty pictures together.” A few seconds of silence passed before Spencer started to make grabby hands at the hanger.

“I wear,” she said and Tae looked over at you with a smirk on his face.

“You’re dirty, you know that?” You questioned with a chuckle.

“I’m not dirty, I just know how to appeal to her,” he shrugged with a smile.

Jeon Jungkook

“Hey Angel,” Jungkook called as he walked into Ava’s bedroom, making her look up from her spot on the floor in between your legs where you had been doing her hair. “I got you something.”

“Present?” She wondered and Jungkook nodded before he got down on the floor on his knees, sitting back on his heels. He then brought his hands from behind his back and in them, was a small digital camera.

“Camera!” Ava gasped dramatically, making you giggle. She took it out of Jungkook’s hands and found the viewfinder, immediately holding it up to her eye afterwards and looking around.

“Why’d you get her a camera?” You asked as you looked up at him.

“Well, she’s always asking to take pictures on my camera and I’m always nervous that she’s going to break it,” he laughed. “So, I decided to get her her own camera and let her take pictures with that. It’s a pretty old model so it doesn’t matter if she’s a little rough on it.”

“Aw, that was sweet of you Kook,” you smiled.

“Daddy, say cheese,” Ava instructed and Jungkook did his signature bunny smile for her as the flash went off.

“That’s really good Ave,” you praised as you looked over her shoulder at the small screen that displayed the picture that she’d just taken.

“Mommy and Daddy picture now,” Ava said as she looked back at you.

“Alright,” you nodded as you got up on your knees, scooting over to Jungkook who wrapped his arms around your neck and set his chin on the top of your head. You set your hands on his wrists and the both of you smiled as Ava clicked the capture button.

“Let me see it Ave,” Jungkook requested and Ava turned the camera around so that he could see. He then smile widely, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to Ava’s forehead. “Great job Angel.”

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eluminium · 4 years

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Okay so i might have gotten obsessed with @lulzyrobot 's Dynamorph AU and since ya girl cannot draw to save her dignity, she's gonna write something instead. Have fun reading this total mess.

Clack

The sound of heels hitting the well-kept floor echo throughout the far-reaching corridor, the sound bouncing around like a child on a sugar rush. A pair of lighter footsteps trail behind. Suddenly, they stop.

-This is your room ma'am, we hope you enjoy your time at Rose of the Rondelands, a woman in fine dress tells the younger soul.

-Thank you, the girl murmurs in reply.

The older smiles slightly and gives the lass a card before walking back down the hall. The girl now left alone, wastes no time in inserting the card into the door, and entering the clean and tidy hotel room. She takes a look around, admiring the sheer luxury on all sides.

-Dear Arceus, I knew this place was extra but this is overdoing it, the girl exclaims to herself.

She pats the pockets on her jacket excitedly, clearly looking for something. But as her hand curls around a familiar sphere, she stops.

-Oh, right, she sighs.

With a sullen expression, she quickly makes her way into the bathroom, stopping at the beautifully decorated mirror. Her eyes lock contact with the reflections, a pair of ocean blue eyes meeting an identical copy. She turns to the side, to meet the mirror head-on. As she gazes at the doppelganger in the mirror, she starts speaking.

-My name is El, I am a Pokemon trainer who is thinking about joining the next Gym Challange. My family and I were in Hammerlocke to visit family, we are now in Wyndon to be interviewed as witnesses.

Her hand meets her dirty blond hair, fingers running through the soft locks. El flinches, surprised by something. She drags her fingers through her hair again.

-Wow, this has grown way too long, she blurts out.

As she breaks eye contact with the mirror while measuring how much hair she'll have to cut so she can revert to her normal middle neck length, a thought crosses her mind.

-Why was I talking to my reflection?

She meets the eyes of her mirror copy again.

-Am I seriously going insane already? They have only been gone for like a day-

El stops before the words leave her mouth. Her eyes sting, as she leaves the bathroom and collapses on the couch without another word. Her hands reach for her Rotom phone.

-Better call mom and dad to see when they're done with that transcript, she mumbles.

The phone sparks to life and lights up. As she reaches to tap the "Call" option, something stops her.

On the screen is a photo, a photo of multiple familiar faces. El herself, and her Falinks. 7 happy expressions contrasted with her blank face. She doesn't even realize she's crying until the drops land on the screen. El drops the phone into her lap, wiping away both the tears on the screen and the tears in her eyes.

-Damn it! I tried avoiding this you...you dumb group of...

A sob tears out her throat.

-I-I know you're gone, but it sure doesn't feel like it! It's like you're still here, somewhere, she whimpers out.

She shakes her head violently.

-I-I can't be sobbing like this! I'm a successful trainer! I'm supposed to stay strong for Mali! For mom and dad! El exclaims.

She tries to throw the phone into the cushions, but the Rotom inside saves it at the last second, letting it slowly float down to safety.

She sits up fully and buries her head into her hands, taking calculated breaths to calm down. As El's trying to regain her cool, some memories flash through her mind.

-No no, THIS way! she remembers saying.

The cries of her Falinks, Alexie, follow suit. The people who are panicking seem to at least taken her order to heart, running towards the direction she's pointing at.

-Yeah! Just like that! her sister, Mali says.

An explosion rocks the ground, people scream and point towards the top of Hammerlocke stadium. The grotesque hand-like creature likely caused it in its battle against the Champion, Gym leaders, and fellow trainers.

Somewhere in the depths of her mind, the name Eternatus echos.

People stand still, their mouths gaping like Magikarps on land.

-What are you doing!? Keep moving you flock of Wooloo! another trainer helping with the evacuation roars.

The crowd seems to snap back to reality and continue moving.

Suddenly, another explosion rocks the ground, along with an ear grating screech. As El and other people snap their heads towards the roof again, a huge red light flashes towards them. The last thing she recalls are people screaming, and her trusted partner impacting her chest.

She winces after recalling the memory, tears streaming down her face once again. She sighs deeply, letting her hands drop from her face. They land on her lap with a soft "thud". As she tries to do the deep breaths to calm down again, a soft headache suddenly forms.

-Oh no, not this again, El asserts.

-I've been having these on and off headaches ever since the red light show yesterday! Also walking weirdly! Almost like marchin-

Her hands shoot to her head, the headache intensifying.

-What the hell-

As the pain intensifies, something seems to be growing out of the top of her head. El smashes her face into the couch as she screams. A familiar, red headcreast bursts out of the top of her head, causing blood to run down the sides. She brings her shivering hand up to touch this strange growth, but an increase in pain stops her. She lets out another horrified and pain-filled screech as something sharp spurts out of her forehead and the area between her eyes. Pieces of skin and blood run down her face and coat the grey couch in a brown color. This weird horn seems to have gotten stuck in the cushions of the couch. She shakes wildly as the burning decreases, only for it to come roaring back.

She's screamed herself raw and can only whimper and sob as two red spikes slowly grow out of her temples. But as the spikes seem to have finished flowering two gold and white shield-like rings burst out violently, hooking themselves around the newly formed spikes.

This suffering causes her to jerk violently, ripping up the couch where the horn had gotten stuck. As the shields on the sides of her face move in front of her eyes she sits straight up.

-Bathroom...Where is the bathroom again?! she bellows as she stands straight up.

As she starts her rush towards the bathroom, a burning sensation in her shoulders and kneecaps stop her. She falls to the floor right outside the bathroom door, her eyes still blocked by the shields on the sides of her head.

She can hear her clothes ripping as an awfully familiar feeling surrounds the affected areas. Four more spikes, followed by four more shield-like growths rupture out of her kneecaps and shoulders. She squeaks softly as she drags herself up, using the doorframe as support and stumbles back into the bathroom. Blood trails after her as she comes face to face with the mirror.

Physically moving the shields beside her eyes, she comes face to face with two white dots bearing light blue circles around them. A sharp red horn with its golden support greets her as well. The skin around her eyes has turned into an ominous black, almost in the form of a mask. Bellow this black mask, a familiar yellow has sneaked its way over most of the rest of her face, stopping just above her lip. Everything under that line stays the same pale white as she's always been. The yellow and white shields cover her temples, sitting pretty comfortably on the sides of her head.

-What in Arceus' good name is this? El questions her reflection.

She brings her hand up to study the shield on her shoulder, only to be met by pitch-black skin. She startles for a second and drags up her jacket sleeve, only to see that the black skin stops just below the shoulder-shield, leaving her torso and chest unchanged. The same seems true for her legs as the black skin stops just above her waistline. She once again brings her to stare back to her reflection.

-Alexie...? she mumbles to herself.

Abruptly, a horrible pain from her vertebrae causes her to almost fall. Using the sink as support, she lets out a raw scream as a sharp small tail-like appendage grows out of it, ripping her pants even more in the process. Blood matters her sweatpants.

She stands in the same position for at least five minutes, slowly getting used to the new body parts sticking out of her. She meets the eyes of her reflection once again.

-I knew you were here somewhere... I just didn't expect all this, she states while gesturing to her body.

A thought crosses her mind.

-Wait, if this happened to me and Alexie is gone, does that mean...?

Before she even knew it, shes grabbed the keycard and leaves the room, rushing down the hallway.

-Mali! Mali! Where are you?! Her voice echos throughout the hallway.

Behind her, small footsteps seem to follow. These very familiar footsteps cause her to stop for a second. She turns around and comes face to face with 5 other faces. 5 small Falinks seem to be following her in a straight line. She can't do anything but nod before taking off towards the kids' area.

She slams into the door, making it slam into the wall as she enters.

-Mali?! Are you alri-?!

Before finishing that statement, her eyes meet many other kids, most of them on the floor. Some are crying, others are trying to calm down others. But one fact stands out. A gasp leaves her mouth.

More than half of these kids seem to have encountered the same fate she did. One seems to be fused with an Applin, another with a Boltund. She looks around wildly, trying to find her sister.

-Come on, where are you? If you actually fused with something it would probably be with that disaster creatur-

-El? a small but familiar voice asks.

Her eyes snap towards the owner of that voice.

-I think I found Zolty.

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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 18

Word Count: 4686

POV: Reader’s

Warnings: Smut, like NSFW, cursing

Notes: I’m just going to apologize in advance for the smut, I don’t know what came over me; but at the same time I really enjoyed writing this smut. Is that wrong? hahaha! If it is I don’t want to be right...hahaha. I hope you guys enjoy it as much I do. Peace, Love and Hugs!

Of course, arriving at the new house at two in the morning wasn’t the way you wanted to see your dream home; but it still took your breath away when you walked through the door. The décor almost looked like something out of a magazine, and not your home. You couldn’t believe the amazing job the designer and her team had done in such a short time. You walked around the place in awe; it literally was your dream come to life.

The chandelier over the dining room table looked gorgeous and cask the room in an intimate glow; you couldn’t wait to have a meal in there. The office still had work to do, but you just overlooked that. When you entered the open concept kitchen and family room; it looked warm and cozy. The designer had placed pictures of both your families, as well as some of you and Tyler throughout the room. The built-in bookshelves also housed some, as well as vases and unique decorations. You felt like your head was on a swivel taking everything in; everywhere you turned there was something else to see. Tyler’s words, brought you out of the spell that had been cast from when you walked inside. “Wow! The place looks amazing.” You could hear the wonder and awe in his voice.

“I know! It’s simply gorgeous. I can’t believe we live here.” The two of you strolled into the game room, where all of Tyler’s memorabilia had been put out on display. “Oh my god, I love this. It looks so much better in here than where it was in the old place.” His framed jerseys were hung on the wall, as well as some of the most important pucks from goals he’d scored.

“Come on let’s go see the upstairs.” He grabbed your hand as you made your way up the staircase. The room you had chosen for the baby was left empty, though three other bedrooms had been transformed into beautiful guest suites for when family stayed with you. In the movie theater, you could just picture you and Tyler curled up watching one of your favorite flicks. An authentic popcorn machine adorned the back wall, which you had a feeling you’d be using soon, as a craving suddenly hit you.

You made your way through the rest of the house, before Tyler scooped you up in his arms and carried you into the master suite. “Ty, is this really necessary?” It seemed to be a new habit of his lately.

“Yes.”

The bedroom furniture that you’d ordered fit the room perfectly. On the nightstand was the black and white photo of you and Tyler that was your favorite. The bedding gave the room a cozy vibe and made you want to crawl up among all the pillows; which you would have, had you not still been in Tyler’s arms. “It’s gorgeous in here.” You squirmed in his arms, so you could take the whole view in; and he gently laid you down on the pillows.

“You’re the gorgeous one.” He crawled on top of you, a distinct look in his eye that you recognized so well. It may have been close to three in the morning, and you were exhausted but one look at Tyler and your whole mood changed. Reaching up you placed your palm on his jaw and brought his lips to yours; where you kissed him lovingly. “I want you so bad baby; but I know it’s been a long day.”

“Ty, stop talking and take this damn costume off; so we can christen this bedroom properly.” He laughed, then tugged the sleeves of the one-piece Mario getup off his arms; while you wiggled out of the dress, both of you moving feverishly. Finally, you were both stripped down to your undergarments; only then did you come back together, hands roaming each other’s bodies, as your mouths fused together. As you trailed your nails down his back, he shivered and pressed his body into yours; a moan escaping you when he did. He slid your bra straps down, his lips going to the skin he exposed. Popping the clasp, your breast sprang free and he took a taut nipple into his mouth. You squirmed underneath him, as jolts of pleasure pooled in your core. His thigh was between your legs and you found yourself grinding on it, as he continued to suck on your tits. Your hands ran threw his hair, part holding him close and pulling him away.

Your body felt on fire, as you thrust your hips seeking more. “Easy baby.” His hand skated to your hips, holding them down as he rubbed his thigh against your clit; you whimpered. Releasing one hand from his head, you reached inside his waistband and felt his hard length; sliding your palm up and down him. “Fuck (Y/N), the things you do to me.” You pumped him in your hand and felt him harden even more. His hand went to your panties, pulling on the one side to get them to come off. “Lift up, I need these off.” You happily obliged, as he finally rid the lingerie from you.

He removed his boxers at the same time. “Ty, I need you.” It was a moan and a plea all in one; and his hand snaked between the two of you to make sure you were ready for him.

He didn’t need to check; you’d been wet from the moment he laid you on the mattress. You felt his fingers slip between your folds and you sighed from the pleasure of it. “Fuck baby, I need to be inside you.”

“God, yes Ty.” Spreading your legs wide, you invited him to enter you. Cock in his hand, he ran the tip against you; coating himself with your wetness. He leaned his forehead against yours; then thrust fully inside you. “OOOOooo, you feel so good.”

He started to slide in and out of you; your hips rising to meet him. Bodies fitting perfectly together, as he rocks into your pussy. His eyes locked with yours, as the two of you move as one. “God, I love you.” He pants out.

“I love you too Ty….so much.” He thrust into you and you shattered, calling out his name; the sound causing him to fall off the edge with you. You were both sweaty and breathless, as you laid in the new bed sated and happy. Idly you stroked his head, playing with his curls. Neither one of you spoke, and you could feel your lids growing heavy; so, you stirred.

“Babe, where are you going?” Ty’s voice was garbled, laden with sleep; as he tightened his hold on you.

“Bathroom and to let the boys in. It’s their first night too.” You padded across the floor quickly, half disoriented when you entered the ensuite. It took you three attempts before you found your makeup remover and a wash cloth. You made your way back to the bedroom, where Tyler was under the covers asleep. Letting the dogs in, you crawled into bed beside him careful not to wake him up.

All three dogs jumped on the bed, rooting around trying to find a comfortable spot. “Babe, why are you so far away.” He was reaching for you, trying to draw you closer to his body.

“I thought you were sleeping and didn’t want to wake you up.” You scooted over, making Gerry move in the process. You kissed him quickly before rolling over so he could spoon you; within five minutes you were both sound asleep.

At eight in the morning the alarm went off, startling you both. “Why in the hell is the alarm ringing?” Tyler grumbled over at you; as he squeezed you tighter and shut his eyes.

Leaning over as best you could, you grabbed the phone; silencing the alarm. “The designer is coming at nine to finish. Can you let me up?”

“Uh-uh” A small chuckled escaped your lips at his childish answer. “Call her and tell her to come tomorrow.”

“I have to work tomorrow and you’re leaving on a road trip.” His arm around your waist grew heavier, you could tell he was relaxing back into slumber. “You sleep, I’ll handle the designer; and try to keep them quiet.” Thankfully the office was on the opposite side of the house. Moving his arm, you slipped out of his embrace and the bed; kissing him on the forehead as you made your way to get ready.

Shortly after nine the designer and team showed up and got to work. She went over the few changes she made yesterday to the house with you; and a few thoughts she had about the nursery. You and Tyler hadn’t had time to discuss the baby’s room yet; though you were quite fond of what she had put together for you.

Tyler came out to the kitchen around ten-thirty. “Morning babe. You want me to make you some breakfast?” You asked going up on your toes to greet him with a kiss. He held you longer than necessary with random people roaming your house; though you didn’t mind.

“Sure, if you’re going to eat too.” He knew you too well; knew that you’d only grabbed a protein bar earlier. You nodded your head yes; then went about getting ingredients for omelets. “So I forgot to mention to you last night; that Chubbs and Rads are coming over this afternoon.” You glanced over at him before he continued. “When we were waiting out in the garage, we were talking about the place and I said to come on over and check it out. You don’t care do you?”

“No, why would I? What time are they coming?”

“Around four I think. That ok?”

You threw the eggs in the skillet and started to cook them. “Yeah that’s fine. Why don’t you text them and have them stay for dinner. I told Jamie I would cook when you guys got home, but we could do it tonight as well.”

“You sure babe. I don’t want to put you out or anything.”

“I planned on cooking for us; it’s no biggie to add two more.” Adding the cheese to omelets, you gave them a few more seconds in the pan. “Did you want to grill or want me to make something else?”

“You know what I really want?” you looked at him questioningly. “Your stuffed shells.”

Placing his plate in front of him, you teased. “Those take forever to make, and you don’t even like pasta.”

“I made that comment one time in an interview; and you’ll never let me forget it.” You both laughed. “But you know I love your stuffed shells, their one of my favorite foods.”

“I know. How about I have them for you when you come back.” You’d be in the kitchen all day if you made them; between the homemade sauce and then cooking the meat to fill them.

“Alright. How about that roast you made that one time your parents came up?”

“God Ty, that was like what; this past May or something. Wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, well what can I say; it was unforgettable.” He forked a mouthful in; his breakfast practically gone before you even sat down.

“Alright, I’ll run to the store and get the stuff; while you clean up from breakfast.” He scrunched his face but then grabbed a bite of your omelet.

“We could both clean up and both go to the market.” Which really meant, you’d be doing the dishes while he sat there and watched you; which was fine. The man would really do anything to get out of loading the dishwasher.

“Ok.” You finished your breakfast; Tyler stealing bites here and there. The two of you headed to the store, grabbing all you needed for your impromptu dinner. By the time you returned home, the designer was just finishing up. Everything looked perfect, and you thanked her for all her hard work; telling her you’d be in touch soon.

You were just finishing up dinner when Rads and Jamie came by. Tyler was giving them the grand tour of the house; when they finally ended up in the kitchen. “So what do you guys think?”

“It’s really incredible.” Jamie stated. “I can’t believe the backyard.”

“Yeah, really nice digs.” Rads added. “Smells good in here.”

“Thanks, I hope you guys are hungry.” You’d set the table in the kitchen, instead of the dining room; since it was just the four of you. “You guys want a beer or some wine? Ty, would you get them some drinks?”

He got the drinks, while you took the meat out for him to carve. Everyone sat down at the table, as you brought the meal over. You were mid-step carrying over the asparagus, when the baby kicked you hard. “Woah, easy there little one.” Jamie looked at you with a worried expression. “It’s fine, the baby is just kicking a lot at the moment. Want to feel?” You placed his hands on your abdomen where the baby was kicking.

“Wow that’s amazing.”

Tyler set the meat platter down, an expression on his face you couldn’t read. “Well dinner’s on the table.” He was glaring a bit as Jamie removed his hand from your stomach. Dinner was awkward. While the meal itself was fine; it was the conversation or lack there of that put the room on edge. It seemed as though Tyler was pissed at Jamie for some unknown reason; for he all but shoved him and Rads out of the house as soon as dessert was done. Claiming they all needed to pack for the long road trip ahead. You wished them both good luck as they left and told them you’d have them over again soon.

“Ty, what the hell was that about?” You asked as they were pulling out of the driveway.

“What do you mean?” He was heading back the hall to the bedroom.

“I’m talking about how rude you were during dinner. What set you off?”

He was in the closet, grabbing suits out. “I’m fine. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He pulled out a burgundy based plaid with a navy tie; one of your favorites. You stood there hands folded across your chest as you waited for him to say more. “Stop looking at me like that.” He acted this way a few times before, most recently with Robert. Which is why you continued to remain silent, until he told you what was going on. “Fine, do you really want to know what’s bothering me?”

“I asked, didn’t I?” It was a snarky comment, but he was pushing your buttons at the moment.

“I’m tired of you and Jamie flirting all the time.” Taking a step back, you were thrown for a loop with that comment.

“What are you talking about? Jamie and I do not flirt.”

“Last night, I found you in his arm twice; then today he’s got his hands on your stomach feeling my baby.” Was he serious? One look at his face and you knew the answer to that question before even asking that.

“Ty, you’re being ridiculous. First off, I’m madly in love with you. Secondly, he’s your best friend and my friend as well. We’re not flirting with each other.” How could he misinterpret a few simple hugs?

“Well, it seems like that. He’s always saying that he’s going to steal you away, when I fuck up. Now he’s feeling my baby kicking. That’s supposed to my thing; you know?”

“Ty, you feel the baby all the time and talk to it. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal.” Really, you hadn’t thought anything about it, when you’d offer Jamie to touch you; honestly you would’ve asked Rads as well if Tyler hadn’t declared you all eat. “And you know he’s just kidding when he says he’s going to steal me; at least I hope you do. Jamie’s been nothing but a friend to both of us.” His back was towards you, sifting through clothes; so, you placed your hand on his shoulder to turn him. He pivoted easily. There was hurt in his eyes, and tore at your heart. “Babe, you know I love you right.” He nodded.

“You and the baby are my world. I’m not really sure what all this is about, but I think you know deep down that Jamie nor I were ever flirting. So talk to me and tell me what’s wrong?”

He blew out a frustrated breath. “I know you’re right.” His hands went to caress your baby bump. “I don’t know what was wrong with me, I just got so jealous of him touching you like this. It’s completely stupid. I know Jamie doesn’t want to steal you away; though he does like to tease me about it all the time. And I know you love me; and I love you more than anything. I guess I’m just still scared of losing you to someone else. I couldn’t take it, ya know.”

“Babe, I’m not going anywhere; and especially not with Jamie.” You both chuckled; the tension leaving Tyler a bit. “And now that I know people touching my baby belly sets you off, I’ll not let anyone do that.”

He was still rubbing your belly, as the baby kicked again. “I know I sound irrational right now. I think I’m just on edge cause we have this road trip coming up. I just hate leaving you anymore.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s just the whole Robert thing happened when I was going on a roadie, then the car accident.” He pulled you close to his chest, and you wrapped your arms around him. “I’m afraid every time I leave anymore, and I know I’m just imagining things with Jamie. You don’t have to stop people from touching the baby; maybe…I don’t know let me feel first.”

You smirked into his shirt. “I can do that.” Looking up into his eyes, you reminded him. “You know the baby and I are going to be fine right? And that no one, and I mean no one; is going to steal me or the baby away from you.”

“I know.” He said smiling down at you. Raising up on your toes you kissed him passionately, pouring all your love into him. When you finally broke apart, he said. “See, now I don’t want to leave again.”

You snuck out of his arm, then tapped his ass. “Get back to packing Seguin…Oh, and apologize to your best friend, for being a butthead tonight.”

“Did you just call me a butthead?”

“Mmmm I did. I’m going to the office to do some work. Come find me when you’re done.” With that, you grabbed something out of the closet and headed out the door.

By your estimations you had about ten to fifteen minutes before Tyler would be in the office; but since you’d been planning this all day, it wouldn’t take long for you to get set up. It took exactly eighteen minutes before you heard his voice in the house. “Hey babe.” When you didn’t answer he yelled again. “Babe, do you know where that burgundy suit coa……” His words died as he stood in the doorframe of the office, drinking in the sight of you. You could only imagine the sight he was seeing; sitting in the office chair, in only his suit coat and navy tie, clad in the black pair of Louboutin shoes he bought you for Valentine’s Day, with a pair of thigh highs on.

The suit coat was buttoned so that it didn’t expose your breasts. As you ran your fingers through the tie, you said. “Looking for this?” Your feet were propped up on the desk, exposing the red soles of the shoes you only wore on special occasions.

Tyler’s eyes were wide, and he was blinking hard. “I…I thought you were….working?”

“I thought about it.” You shrugged. “And then I thought, we still have more rooms to christen in this place.” Dropping the tie between your breasts, you added. “So are you just going to stand there? I think I might be getting wrinkles in this jacket.” You sat upright, doing your best impression of Basic Instinct. He was in front of you before you could say another word. Mouth crushing yours in a kiss that was raw and savage; neither of you holding anything back.

“Fuck babe, this is so hot.” He pulled you out of the chair and into his arms. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, you threw it over his head and across the floor. His tie followed, while his mouth sucked on your neck. The two of you turned, your ass bumping up against the edge of the desk. You’d taken the liberty of removing anything breakable in the fifteen minutes before he came, though you’d left a few stray odds and ends. He pushed them aside, like you’d see in some cheesy movie; it was sexy as hell, and part of the reason you’d left things on the desk. Then he lifted you, sitting you down on the desk; as he unbuttoned his suit coat you were wearing.

Draped across your shoulders, it hung there loose; exposing your breasts to him. He drew a nipple in his mouth, lightly biting down. You moaned and arched your back; feeling yourself sliding down on the desk top. “Ty, stop.” He raised his head immediately, a stricken look on his face; thinking he’d caused you pain. “The coat.” You struggled slightly, trying to remove it. “I really don’t want to wrinkle it.”

He laughed, though he took the jacket and lay it across the chair. “God woman, what you do to me.” He followed you down onto the desk, stripping his jeans to the floor as he did. His hands trailed up and down your body; lighting a fire inside you. You pulled his mouth down on yours, sweeping your tongue inside his; taking control of the kiss. His hands skated up to knead your breasts, and you groaned with pleasure; breaking the kiss. “You like that baby.” He pinched your nipple hard and you moaned again. “Yeah babe, let me hear you.”

His other hand reached down to your wet pussy; where he sank a finger deep inside you. “Fuck Ty, yes.” Your hips bucked up against his hand.

“You’re always so ready for me babe. Do you know how that turns me on?” He added a second finger as he continued to pump in and out of you. “Are you wet for me when I’m gone? Do you think of me doing this to you when I’m away?”

“Yes…Ty…Yes” You panted out.

“Do you touch yourself here,” He pushed his fingers deep into your pussy. “When I’m on the road.” You moaned, the sound filling the room. You were incapable of speech at the moment, as pleasure coursed through your body. “Do you know I picture you doing that when I’m gone. I think about you lying on our bed, naked; your pussy dripping wet thinking about me, as you slid your fingers in and out of it.”

“Fuck Ty!” You couldn’t deny it, for every word he said was true. You’d pleasured yourself numerous times that way when he’d been gone.

“I get so hard thinking about you like that.” Reaching down you took hold of his cock; feeling how stiff he actually was. Though he was leaving in the morning, you wanted him inside you right now; while he was still here. “I stroke my cock, while I think about your legs spread wide open as you play with your clit. Sometimes I cum just thinking of that right there.”

Your body arched off the desk. “Fuck Tyler…I need you…please babe, fuck me now.”

He took his cock out of your hand then. “You want this baby.”

“Ty…please.” You were begging, but you needed him inside you. “Please.”

He placed his cock at your entrance, rubbing it against you. A whimper escaped you. “So needy,” he smirked; but you could see how much holding back was killing his as well. The tip of him entered you and you sighed from even that small contact. “You want the rest baby?” you nodded. “Then tell me.”

“Fuck Ty, stop teasing.” You rocked your hips trying to take more of him; but he pressed your waist down to the desk with his free hand at the same time. He would make you wait no matter how bad it was killing you both. After he’d expressed his vulnerability to you earlier tonight, he must need affirmation that you were his. You’d let him have this, at least this time. “Ty, I need you…I need you to fuck me…right now. Please baby, I need your cock inside me… I need you, only you…so bad.”

Your begging put him over the edge and he plunged his dick inside you, filling you until he bottomed out. “Oooo…fuck (Y/N) you feel so good.” He leaned down and kissed you, not moving his cock that was buried inside you. Looping your legs around his hips, you pressed him deeper inside you. He rested his forehead on yours. “You know your mine baby…all mine.”

“Yes Ty…yours, only yours.” He slid his cock slowly out of you. “Mmmm” Inch by inch he filled you back up again. “Oh god!” Hips rising to meet him, you couldn’t stop the rush of desire that went through you. Sweat broke out across his brow, from his painstakingly slow progress. “Faster Ty...please.”

Even though you were begging again, he continued to move slowly; taking the full length of himself leisurely in and out of your pussy. “I love you (Y/N).” In went his cock. “Tell me you love me too.” Gradually he glided out. “That you won’t leave me.”

His vulnerability was written across his face, and it tore at your heart. “I’ll never leave you Ty.” Tears slid down his cheeks. “We’ll never leave you.” Your eyes borrowed into his, as you spoke the words, emphasizing we’ll, so he knew you meant both you and the baby. “I love you….I love you so much Ty.” Reaching your hands up to his face, you caressed his tears away, as you kissed him with all the love you had. He started to pump rapidly into you then; his cock hitting the perfect spot inside you. “I love you.” It was a mantra you kept repeating over and over, as he made love to you; until finally you reached that peak, falling over screaming out his name. “TYLER”

He thrust one last time into you, his face filled with ecstasy; as his cum poured inside you. Falling on top of you, you felt his tears as he whispered. “I love you so much (Y/N).”

You held him close to you, one hand stroking the curls on top of his head. “I love you too. I’ll love you forever and so will our baby.”

He picked his head off your chest, looking you straight in the eyes. “Promise?”

“I promise Ty.” You’d only seen him once like this before, so raw and emotional; when you told him about the baby. This road trip was really messing with him; he needed reassurance and so you gave it to him. “Babe, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you get back.” He nodded knowing the words you spoke were true; a smile spreading across his face. “Now can we go to bed, in this place? Because as much as I like this new desk, it’s not extremely comfortable.” You both giggled, as he rose off you; then scooped you up in his arms, carrying you back to your bedroom. The jacket, wrinkles and all, ended up being worn to the arena on his next game day; a huge smile on his face as he walked with it on.

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 5 years

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Power Play - Part 2

A/N: Remember that time Billy stole you away from your date who just so happened to be his bitter business rival that he just so happened to have beat out for a very important contract? (if not, refresh your memory here) See what happens when Billy makes a power play... and finds out he’s not the only one playing games.

Warning: its just a smut, like all of it is a smut

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His hand was on your thigh the entire ride, thumb squeezing into the skin below the hem of your dress to emphasize his intention. The thrill of the evening, the quiet power of the engine, and Billy’s temporary claim on you were all contributing to the heady rush that you felt. With a tight turn, he pulled into his building’s garage, expertly slotting the Wraith into its designated spot before killing the ignition. The hum dissolved into silence though you could still feel it pulsing through your body. He turned to look at you, eyes indistinguishable from the darkness that you sat in. I’ve never seen eyes that black. He ran his palm higher up your thigh, dipping under the tight material, fingertips brushing the lace edges of your underwear. Actions to match.

“Did he buy you this dress?” He asked, a glint shining in his black irises. You nodded and a bright white grin erupted on his face. Your lips fell open as he flexed his fingers in another squeeze. Leaning over the console, he growled into your ear. “Hope you don’t plan on wearin’ it again, not after tonight.” He didn’t wait for a response, quickly extracting himself from the car, fingertips leaving your thigh only at the last possible second. You looked down at your leg, moving the purple fabric aside, and half expected to see the outline of his hand or the distinct patterns of his fingerprints emblazoned onto your flesh. No, I won’t be wearing this again, but I have a feeling I’ll be wearing you on my way out of here, Billy. Before you could let your mind wander about the kinds of marks Billy would leave behind for Jacob’s benefit, the same hand that just claimed you as his prize was being offered to help you from your seat.

You yanked your hem back down and placed your palm in his, watching as his fingers clasped around your hand. Letting him pull you out of the car, you used your free hand to smooth a piece of hair away from your eyes which you’d had trained on him from under the errant strand. “Thanks,” you lit a small spark in the form of a lifted cheek, and watched the flame jump and catch as his tongue flicked to the corner of his mouth and he released your hand.

“My pleasure.” Billy pushed the door closed behind you, the heavy metallic thud sending an echo through the concrete columns of the garage. He took a step toward you, one arm still outstretched and connected to the sleek black body of the Rolls Royce, effectively pinning you between himself and the car. Just where I want you.

You pressed your shoulder blades back against the cool glass window behind you, inviting him closer with a slow bat of your lashes. “It will be,” you purred as he took the bait and closed the distance, hips beating his hands in a race to your body. The promise of just how much pleasure was pressed against your thigh, and you wiggled your hips to adjust your position. Billy hissed against your throat, caught slightly off guard as your adjustment pushed his hard length between your legs and your hands found their way under his suit jacket.

“That so?” the predatory grin that he wore somehow made him more attractive, lacking the slime and sneer that the same expression would drip with on Jacob’s face. Sure is. You nodded as his greedy hands gathered what they could of your dress before dropping down to gather your ass instead. Teeth biting into your bottom lip you tilted your chin upwards, daring him to continue. “I dunno, sweetheart,” there was no sugar in his tone, only poison as he moved one hand up to toy with the diamond chandeliers that hung from your earlobes. “Think there’s gonna be plenty pleasure to go around,” he leaned in until you could feel his breath on your cheek, the bridge of his nose pressed to your temple. You bit deeper into your lip to keep the almost involuntary whimper from escaping as he tugged you away from the car and fully into his body. “I just gotta get you upstairs.”

You let our eyes roll back for the briefest of seconds while you were hidden in the lapel of his jacket, inhaling through your nose in hopes that increased oxygen would help you keep a clearer head through all of this. But your plan backfired as the subtle spice of his cologne only intoxicated you further until you found yourself wondering if the scent was only on his clothing or if you’d be able to breathe it from his skin, too. Stop it, focus, you’re in control. You swallowed those thoughts and doubled down, tracing your fingernail around the button in the center of his shirt. You could feel his warmth through the fine fabric and it nearly caused you to collapse back into him but you kept your will. “That’s a lot of talk, Mr. Russo. I think I’m going to need a demonstration before I feel comfortable with the claims you’re making.”

Billy’s eyes flashed at the challenge. Just as easily as he’d pegged you as Jacob’s weakness, as the crack in his foundation that would make worming his way to a total victory that much easier, you’d pegged the need to win as his. The heat in his eyes was an ember in the darkness, glowing and crackling and threatening to burst into flames if you breathed too close. You held your air in your lungs as his arms fell from your body and he stepped away, cursing yourself for the minor disappointment you felt as he retreated. But the lack of contact was short lived, his fingers slithering into the cup of your palm before twining through yours and tightening like vines. “A demonstration?” Eyes narrowing but not losing any of their fire, he pressed his lips together before assuring you, “I can handle that.” Tugging your hand, he started walking toward the entrance to the lobby. You let your arm go slack, feeling a slight pop in your elbow at his insistent pull, realizing just how eager he was to handle it. The click of your heels on the macadam joined the slightly softer scuff of his shoes as you crossed the paved surface. The arm that ended in your joined hands snaked low around your waist, folding yours behind your back until he could grip your far hip. Fingers still linked through yours, he stretched and flexed them so they could bite into your side. Reaching for the door, he let go of your hand, pulling his arm away to place his palm on the small of your back. It fell right into place, with the perfect amount of pressure and the standard number of thumb swipes, clearly a move he’d perfected with years of practice. He’s good, I’ll give him that. “After you,” he said into your ear, guiding you inside.

“Wow,” you stepped inside onto the slate colored marble flooring, spinning to face him as the door closed quietly behind him. The space you found yourself in was modern and pristine, full of sharp edges and harsh angles, chrome and black accents, tall blaringly white walls and imposing panes of glass.

Billy smirked, pleased with himself for your reaction to his building, to the level of luxury that he lived in. “Some place, huh?”

Too easy. You gave a short little laugh that bounced off of the hard surfaces you were surrounded by, hiding your mouth with your curled fingers before sweeping them into your hair. “Sure, it’s real nice,” you admitted, swiveling your head to give the place a good appraisal. “But I was talking about you. Opening doors, guiding me in.” You took a step closer to him until you could feel his jacket brush against your arm, raising your hand to comb a long piece of his hair back in place. “Be careful, Billy, one might think you’re actually a gentleman.”

His smirk transformed and spread up both sides of his face. He gave a small shake of his head as a breath that was almost a laugh tumbled from his lips. He caught your hand on its way back down, closing his fingers around your wrist. “Don’t you worry ‘bout what anyone might think,” his eyes widened as he brought the heel of your palm to his mouth, teeth grazing the meaty flesh before nipping down towards the thinner skin over your pulse. You lost some of your bravado, a ragged breath fighting its way free of your chest as he slid his thumb along the dampened skin where his lips and tongue had just been. “I’ll make sure you know exactly what I am when we’re done.” Oh, shit. With another flash of the fire that was still crackling in his eyes, he pulled you by the hand again as he continued on through the lobby towards the elevators. You were thankful for the few seconds of movement, using them to reset your resolve, the air moving passed your face cooling your flushed cheeks and allowing you to regain control of your breathing.

You reached the elevator bank just as a well-dressed man exited the car in the center. Billy nodded to him, some unspoken greeting that men of a certain class reserve for one another, before sticking his arm out to stop the steel doors from automatically closing. His other hand was low on the arch of your back again, fingertips inching even lower, clearly trying to eliminate the word “gentleman” from the evening as blatantly as possible. You stepped over the gap in the floor and into the small space, Billy less than half a step behind you. As he turned, one of his neighbors came into view, waving their arms, motioning for Billy to hold the elevator. He eyed the stranger with an almost bored expression, blinking once before he pressed the button displaying two inward facing arrows to close the mechanical doors.

“He can get the next one.” The second the light above the portal lit up, his hands were on you, body pressing you into the wall. “This one’s occupied.” He licked at his lips before fusing them with yours to swallow any sound you might make. Filling his right hand with your left breast, he elicited a slight moan that trickled from your mouth into his, his left hand making a firm grip on your jaw, fingers sliding up and over your ear. You responded by grabbing a fistful of his hair and rolling your hips into his, tasting satisfaction in the form of his groan. Two can play at this game, Russo. Your lips turned up against his as his tongue entered your mouth and you gave a quick yank on the locks tangled in your fingers.

He groaned again, another victory, as he took your bottom lip between his teeth, a breathy grunt following the groan as your free hand cupped the obvious bulge in his pants, fingers swiping around the outlined length that was straining at the material. Before you could get too far into your new game, he used the grip he had on your jaw to twist you around to face the wall. Your hands fell from him and gripped the cold aluminum railing that lined the car. Oh. He slid his palm from your jaw to the hollow of your throat and tilted your head back against his shoulder, applying just enough pressure to hinder your breathing, but not enough to cause pain.”What’da you think you’re doin’, hmm?” He asked, words rumbling through his chest and reverberating against your spine. Oh, fuck, Billy. Eyes rolling back for a second time, you wondered if you were in fact out of your depth with this one. No, you’ve got this, take the upper hand. Pushing your ass back into his crotch, you lifted and writhed your lower half against him, right hand coming up and behind his head to gather his hair once more.

“Just havin’ some fun, Billy,” you tried for innocence but that was long gone by now, something he made perfectly clear by re-gripping your jaw and turning your face towards him, capturing your lips. Parting them with his tongue, he deepened the kiss passed the point of anything other than lust. Skipping straight to the point, you felt his other hand move down your body until it was lifting the high hem of your dress. Shit, he’s gonna- but your thoughts crumbled and you felt your knees buckle as his fingers pushed the thin layer of lace aside. He dragged two of them slowly down through the slick heat between your legs, releasing your jaw to palm your breasts, pressing you closer to him with both hands.

“You like dangerous games, don’tcha?” He growled it against your lips, fingers still slowly torturing you under your dress. His neatly trimmed beard felt rough and savage as he scraped it against your cheek, insatiable lips looking for something else to devour and landing on the curve of your throat where it meets your shoulder, taking the strap of your dress between his teeth. The light above the doors kept blinking, indicating all the floors that you were passing. We’ve gotta be almost there. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could endure… or what you would do if the elevator unexpectedly stopped before you reached his floor.

You swallowed and tilted your head to allow him more access, and he took it immediately, dragging his teeth over your collarbone. “What can I say,” your tone was breathier than you meant it to be, but there was nothing you could do about it and you knew that. “I’m a thrill seeker.” You moaned softly as he pushed two fingers up into you, thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves he’d been teasing. Your nails raked down the back of his neck and he let out a hiss of pleasure.

“You must be,” he answered. “And here I thought you were in need of rescue back there.” He curled his fingers at the height of their thrust, pulling them back out slowly and drinking up the salacious sound that you made.

Yeah you and everyone else. But the truth was that you weren’t in need of anything back at the Oak Room. With the way Jacob had been treating you all night, you’d already made your mind up that you wouldn’t be going home with him- or anywhere for that matter. Then Billy showed up like the bonus treasure in a box of cereal, and even though he was clearly only using you to wound Jacob’s pride and stroke his own, you were more than okay with it. A girl’s gotta get laid, too. Who says using someone for sex is a one way street? The light blinked twice to indicate that your journey was finally over, and you pulled your dress down as the doors slid open. “If I needed rescuing,” you leaned close, grazing his jaw with your nose before brushing your lips to his ear. “I wouldn’t have left with you.” You gripped his hand and took your turn at tugging him from the elevator, the doors nearly closing on him when he hesitated.

You were a few steps in front of him when you felt his hands snake around your waist, flattening against your abdomen and closing any distance that there was between your bodies. “Good. Means I won’t have to take it easy on you.”

Good. Don’t. You turned to give him a wicked smile, feeling it light your eyes with mischief. Billy let out a dark chuckle and you felt him shake his head, heard him mutter something under his breath. Something like Eldridge wouldn’t even know what to do with you, the implications being that he did know what to do with you, and that you were about to be shown. He stopped in front of a door and tightened his hold on you as he touched the keypad, effortlessly inputting his code. You heard the whir and click of the mechanized lock and he turned the handle, pushing the door open and practically tossing you through it.

The door swung shut and you heard the locks twisting and clicking, sealing you off from the world. As the sound faded, Billy surged forward, gripping your face between his palms, lips resuming residence atop yours as he backed you into the door.Your hands went directly to his belt, deftly undoing the buckle. No point in wasting time, we both know why we’re here. He seemed to appreciate your lack of pretense, a breathy exhale slipping into the kiss as you unfastened the button and tugged the zipper down, entire hand vanishing down the front of his pants and passed the tight band of his boxer briefs. He groaned as you finally wrapped your hand around him, his hands sliding down your sides, over your chest, grabbing your ass. You opened and closed your hand, using your thumb to slide over the tip of him.

“Gonna need you outta that damn dress now,” he sounded more animal than man and you weren’t far behind him in terms of devolving into a beast with only one drive. He pulled your hand out from his trousers and used both of his to pin your biceps to the door, extending his arms and stepping back, head hanging between his shoulders as he leveled you with a stare. “You said you weren’t gonna wear it again.” He moved his right hand up to lift the strap of your dress only to let it snap back and slap against your skin.

You shook your head. Nope.

“That ‘cause Jake picked it, or ‘cause I wanna-”

You shook free of his hold, his hands landing on the door as you stepped closer. “It’s not because of Jacob.” It’s not because of you either, killer. But you let him think that it was. He grinned, straightening back up to his full height, hands grabbing fistfuls of the taut purple material that barely covered your body. Your chest swelled with excitement, his heaved with lust and in display of strength befitting only a certain type of demonstration, he tore the garment from your frame, the ripping sound splitting the air as Jacob’s last gift to you was split in two.

The tattered scraps floated to the floor as his nostrils flared and his eyes darkened, narrowing before they traveled up and down each and every one of your curves. The dress you’d been wearing didn’t allow for a bra, so your breasts bounced free the second the frock was finished, leaving only the smallest triangle of lace covering you. A rumbling sound came from the back of his throat as he blew out a breath, the release of oxygen sending the fires in his eyes blazing. “That’s better,” he came closer, eyes on the last bit of modesty keeping you from him. His fingers toyed with the edge of your underwear, making to slide them down your legs. “But this needs to-”

“Not so fast,” You pressed your palm into his chest and grinned at the pounding of his heart, at the adrenaline rush that you were partially responsible for. Your hand clasped around the knot of his tie and you yanked it down hard, already undoing the windsor, your other hand slipping under the lapels of his jacket to start shedding it from his shoulders. “You joining me, or what?” He shrugged out of his jacket, lips glued to yours once more, an addiction to the rush and the action and nothing else. You worked the first few buttons of his shirt before following his lead and tearing it open the rest of the way, savoring the little growl he let out as you did. Free of his shirt, he grabbed both of your wrists and used them to steer you into the bedroom. You wondered how many women he’d done this exact same thing with, but the thought died almost instantly. It doesn’t matter, you’re just a number and so is he.

As you made it to the bedroom, he gripped your waist and hoisted you onto the bed, kicking his legs from his pants and stripping the socks from his feet. “That good enough for you?” He blinked and swallowed and you realized that he was actually waiting for you to answer. That’s…

You cleared your throat and motioned for him to come closer. “Come over here,” you said, and he crossed the few feet, leaning down to place his hands on either side of you on the mattress. “I believe you were going to give me a demonstration, Mr. Russo?” You lifted one eyebrow and crossed your legs.

He laughed, a dark sound full of impure intent. He gripped your top thigh and uncrossed it, spreading your legs open. “That’s right, sweetheart,” he lowered himself to the ground, kneeling between between your knees. He locked eyes with you as he finally rid you of the last piece of clothing you wore. “Think I’ll start here’f that’s okay with you.” He may have waited for your invitation just now - to his own bed? That’s...unexpected…- he wasn’t waiting anymore, and you swore you could feel your pupils double in size as he swiped his tongue through the slick wetness that had started gathering back in the elevator. He made a hungry sound at your gasp, pushing his tongue further into you and moving it in slow circles, breath from his nose hitting your hot, wet skin and driving you dizzy. Fuck if this is just… He continued his motions, one hand blindly reaching for your breasts, the thumb of the other tracing figure eights in the crease of your thigh where it met your hip, occasionally- or maybe more than occasionally, but your eyes kept falling shut- looking up at you, irises darkening when he took in the shape of your mouth and the display of ecstasy that he was evoking. Without thinking, you gripped his hair, vision going black as he took you over the edge, grip firmly on your thigh the entire time.

You fell back against the mattress as he stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, but you sat up as quickly as you could, propping yourself on your elbows to watch him peel his boxers off. Just as he’d scanned your whole body the second it was available to him, your eyes danced over every inch of him, all the scars and muscles, the trail of hair leading down from his belly button, the thick, hard length that you’d ground against shamelessly. He walked to the bedside table to grab a silver packet, ripping it open and sliding the rubber sheath over himself before climbing onto the bed and lowering himself over you. But instead of sinking himself deep into you, he wrapped his arms around and underneath you and flipped you over so that you were on your knees. Oh, damn. “You said you were a thrill seeker,” he said, low into your ear as you felt every inch of him fill you from behind. You let out a high pitched moan as he bent you forward, one palm pressed against your back, the other coming underneath of you to continue touching you. “You feel so good… so good,” he told you, timing his thrusts with the swipes of his fingers. “Too good for him…” he gave a hard thrust as he pulled you back up to your knees, chest hitting your back with force. “Tonight you’re mine.”

“Yeah...yeah, Billy…” you drew out his name in a moan that you knew he’d like. “Tonight...oh, yeah, tonight I’m all yours.” Because tonight you’re all mine and tomorrow is another day.

The sun was starting to rise when he’d finally retired to the bathroom for a shower. He’d offered you a towel to clean yourself up with, and you took it knowing that it wouldn’t suffice but it would be enough. You waited until you heard the water hitting the tiles before you rifled through the drawers in his dresser, finding a pair of dark navy sweatpants and an olive green tee with the word ANVIL emblazoned across it. Donning both items, you found your shoes and purse in the living room, taking your phone out to call a ride. You’d have to stop back at your hotel room to pick up the rest of your things before heading home to D.C. which meant that you’d have to see Jacob, and a wicked smile climbed your face as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror by the front door. Not only were you wearing a shirt promoting Billy’s company, but your were also wearing more than a few marks from his lips, teeth and fingers, and you couldn’t help but imagine the look on Jacob’s face when you used your card key to enter the room. Smiling to yourself as you tucked your hair in place, you pulled your lipstick from your purse and scribbled your number on the mirror, along with “look me up if you’re ever in the Capitol.”

You left Billy Russo’s apartment, the sound of the shower still rushing through the pipes, feeling more powerful than you ever had before.

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