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harry-on-broadway · 6 months

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Fancy Dress

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A/N: So this was supposed to be posted in time for Halloween, but better late than never I guess. It can be read on its own, but I've been thinking of it as a sequel to last year's Harryween one-shot. It's not much, but I hope at least a few people enjoy it. 🫶🏻

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“Gonna dress up for me again this year?”

Those words had echoed through your head since he’d whispered them in your ear as the first glimpses of dawn pushed through the cloudy London skies. His body, warming yours as he inched closer to you on your pillow, threw off heat, stronger than any radiator you’d ever encountered, and you scooted closer to him in an attempt to ward off the chill of the room.

“What are you talking about?” Your voice was hoarse, still thick with sleep.

“For Halloween.”

“You hate Halloween.” You twisted in his arms to roll over and face him. “You’ve made that clear many times.”

“A man can change his mind.”

You sighed. “What happened to ‘Tour’s over. Let’s do something quiet this year?’ Hmm?”

Harry traced a line down your spine and you shivered under his touch. “Doesn’t have to be a big deal. Can be just the two of us.”

“Well, I’m planning on dressing up as ‘woman who wants to snuggle and eat candy with her boyfriend.’ Accessories include sweatpants and a hoodie, as well as candy and an Apple TV remote.” You felt his laugh against your hair. “Best news of all, it’s a couples costume,” you continued.

“Oh is it?”

“Mmhmm. And if you don’t want in, it’s OK. I’ll just call my other boyfriend.”

“Your other boyfriend?!?!” Harry easily flipped you so you were lying trapped underneath him and began pressing feverish kisses against your skin as he tickled your sides. “You better take that back.”

“Giovanni would never do this,” you laughed.

“He has a name?!”

You laughed even harder as Harry doubled down on his efforts, forgetting about Halloween all together.

***

Harry didn’t let the topic rest over the next couple of weeks, sending pictures of costumes – some tame, some a little sexier – throughout the day, earning a fair number of eye rolls from you.

“What? I’m just trying to brainstorm.”

You looked up from your computer. “Why is this so important to you? Halloween’s never been a big deal. And it’s essentially been a work event for you for the past two years.”

“I mean,” he shifted in the seat. “Last year was really…nice,” he said thoughtfully. “I liked getting to spend time with you.”

“You liked having sex,” you corrected.

“Which technically counts as spending time with you.” He ignored your glare and turned thoughtful. “I’m just kidding, but really, I liked getting to spend a fun night with you and would love to do it again. If you feel the same way.”

You softened hearing how much that night meant to him. “Doesn’t it feel less special when it’s not a surprise?”

“I’m going to be honest, love, I really don’t care how it happens as long as you’re naked in my bed.” There was a slightest hint of a blush across his cheeks, and you felt a heat flame across yours as well. You’d been together for awhile now, with no plans of leaving each other anytime soon, but such an intimate admission felt vulnerable.

“You are such a boy,” you chided, not willing to let him onto the jolt of pride you felt at being so openly desired by him. “But we’ll see how I feel.”

“I can work with that,” Harry said, turning back to his phone, a sly grin on his face.

***

The invitation arrived a few days later. A friend of a friend who he hadn’t seen in ages was throwing a “fancy dress party,” which despite your early assumptions was not a black tie affair. You weren’t that enthusiastic about going, and you could tell Harry was forcing himself to be excited, not wanting to let a friend down.

“It’ll be fun,” he said, sounding more like he was convincing himself rather than you. “We don’t have to stay the whole time either.”

“Whatever makes you happy, babe,” you said, kissing his cheek. “Pick out whatever costume you want and we can go from there.”

Picking the costume was easier said than done and the two of you spent much of the next week bickering over who had the better idea. Harry’d been pushing for Barbie and Ken, but you’d dismissed the idea as overdone. And your own suggestion of Paolo and Isabella was shut down by Harry who said he didn’t get the reference. It wasn’t until you all were flicking through the channels on the couch when you all came up with your idea.

“It’s perfect,” Harry said, grinning at the screen.

“And super easy,” you added.

Which is how you all found yourself walking into the party dressed as two characters out of The Notebook, thanks to the blue dress you’d found in the back of your closet and the white button down Harry had pulled from his. You’d offered to splash some water on him to add authenticity, but he declined.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting but the party was a surprisingly low-key affair. Classic simple costumes – vampires with plastic fangs and lipstick blood stains and black cats with felt ears – mixed with some that were more of the moment, ranging from a half-assed Barbie and Ken to what appeared to be Harley Quinn and the Joker.

“Told you,” you whispered against his ear, as he passed you a drink, looking on as a Barbie walked by looking for her Ken, earning you an elbow to the ribs.

“Nice look,” Johnny said, fixing a drink of his own. “How did Harry convince you?”

“It was actually a group effort,” you said, with a laugh.

“Felt a little like fate. We were watching TV one night, the movie was on and it was like a lightbulb went off,” Harry said, wrapping his arm around you.

“It was easy too,” you chimed in.

Even though you all had been together for a while, Harry’s circle was so vast that you still hadn’t met many of them, making the party a little nerve wracking, a bunch of faces that weren’t familiar yet. But Harry stayed by you the entire night, hand in hand, steering you around the party, introducing you to his favorite people, and shielding you from the ones he wasn’t as fond of. Going into the evening, you all had made a pact to stay for only an hour, but two had passed by the time either of you looked at the clock.

“OK to stay a little longer?” he asked and you’d nodded, before turning your attention back to Erin and her story about a costume contest gone wrong.

Three hours in, you found yourselves on a couch in the back of the house. The room had unofficially been designated at the quiet zone, with a few people taking calls or a breather before returning to the party. Harry flopped down on the end of the sofa, pulling you onto his lap before sighing contentedly.

“Are you tired?” You rested your forehead against his as pressed a gentle kiss to the bridge of his nose.

“A little.”

“Well that’s too bad,” you said softly. “Guess I won’t be able to give you your treat tonight.”

At the mention of the treat, he perked up tremendously. “I mean I’m not that tired. I’d hate to miss it after you put in the effort.” His eyes were steely as he held your gaze.

“You don’t even know what it is!”

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t think you could ever disappoint me.”

You grinned and shifted in his lap, causing your dress to slip up and you guided his hand up your bare leg to rest just under the hem of your dress. His fingers groped blindly and when they reached the edge of your lacy undergarments his eyes widened.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered against your neck.

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it?!”

“I mean you haven’t seen it yet…”

“I’ll bloody well be pleased with anything you wear,” he breathed against your neck.

“Thirty more minutes and then we’ll head out?”

“Fuck that, we’re leaving now.” He gently pushed you up and out of his lap before standing and nearly dragging you to the door.

Harry made a beeline for your coats and bags, and when he had them in hand he caught your eye and nodded towards the front door. You held up a finger and signaled for him to wait before enacting the second phase of your plan. Slowly, you walked up to the first person you could see, thanking them and chatting some more about the party. You repeated this for the next person and the next and the next, until you finally found yourself reunited with Harry.

“Ready?” you asked.

“It’s not funny.”

“What?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“Making me wait when I’m…” Your eyes drifted down to his pants. “How bad is it?” he asked, almost wincing.

“Not bad, baby, but we should probably do something about that.”

“You don’t say? Please, for the love of God, get in the car.”

You laughed, enjoying having him beg for you. “Whatever you say.”

What followed was the most tense car ride in recent memory. Harry’s leg bounced up and down, his hand gripped tight on your thigh as he looked ahead. His breathing was even and measured but the intensity in his eyes told you he felt anything but. You smiled, pleased with the effect you had on him.

When the driver pulled through the gate, Harry thanked him, quickly and politely, and you did the same, scurrying along when Harry all but pulled you up the path, jamming his key in the lock and throwing the door open. You closed the door behind you, securing the deadbolt when Harry spun you around and pressed you against the door.

He held your face, angling it to look up at him and he took a shaky breath, before pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was surprisingly restrained, almost chaste, but you savored the way he felt so close against you. Again and again he kissed you. Lips, neck, cheeks, no part of you went unnoticed. You wanted to show him the same affection, but he wouldn’t give you the chance. His hands found your shoulders, pulling your coat off, and then working the straps of your dress down your shoulders, his lips trailing in the wake of his hands.

After a few moments, you managed to pant out a single word. “Upstairs?”

Harry pulled back, his lips plump and pink from his efforts, his hair messed from the way your fingers had been threaded through it. “Yeah,” he managed to nod, looking dazed, and you took the lead this time, pulling him towards the stairs.

In your haste to get to the bedroom, you tripped, over the step or your own feet, you weren’t sure, and landed face first on the carpet, Harry tumbling down after you.

“If you wanted me on top of you love, all you had to do was ask,” Harry muttered, as you shoved his shoulder. “Are you OK?”

“I’m fine. You?”

“No worse for wear. Shall we try this again?” He pushed up from the stairs and offered his hand, which you gladly took. Slower this time, you all continued up the stairs and into the bedroom, where Harry sat on the bed, pulling you onto his lap. “Sure you’re good to do this.”

You nodded. “Yes, I just need a minute to get ready.”

“Get ready?” Harry arched his brow. “Tell me more.”

“You need to close your eyes.”

“Close my eyes…OK.” He shut his eyes and you wriggled out of his grasp, walking over to your dresser and doing your best not to make a sound as you fished around for the headband you’d stashed there earlier.

“What is this?” Harry called from across the room. “Some sort of Notebook roleplay? Do you have a thing for Gosling too?”

“Hush, or you’re not getting your treat.”

That silenced him and you double checked to make sure the accessory was secured on your head. You shimmied out of your dress until you were wearing nothing but your second costume. If you were honest, costume was a liberal description of the flimsy Halloween store lingerie you ‘d been wearing all night. According to the package, you were a dark angel, but the only thing angelic about it was the halo that was precariously perched on top of your head. You stood in front of the mirror, surveyed yourself and tried to summon the confidence to tell Harry to open his eyes.

“Are you taking your clothes off? I thought that was my treat!”

It was almost funny how outraged he sounded, like a petulant child robbed of a promised prize.

“Oh I think, you’ll like what I’ve picked out for you,” you shot back. At least you hoped he would. Once you contorted yourself into the black wings that came with the ensemble, you turned to face him, still sitting on the bed with his eyes shut. You padded over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, as you climbed astride him. Once you’d settled into his lap, you uttered the word he’d been waiting for. “Open.”

His eyes flew open and you had to fight a laugh at how comical his face was. Eyes wide and mouth open he was like a teenaged boy who’d yet to see a pair of breasts, as he glanced between yours, covered in a sheer, lacy bralette and your face.

“Fucking hell what is this?”

“You said you wanted me to dress up…”

“Yeah, I did. I did say that,” he said, wetting his lips, his eyes transfixed on your chest.

“And I didn’t really know what to dress up as since you weren’t doing a show this year and we didn’t really have a theme and I couldn’t think anything on my own and this was the only thing left at the store and –”

He cut you off with a kiss, more passionate than those he’d first given you in the entryway. “It’s perfect, love. Better than I could have imagined.”

He held you tight against him as he kissed you, his fingers tangled in your hair and yours in his. You tightened the grip of your legs around his waist as you returned his kisses with a passion you didn’t think you’d ever felt before. In the heat of the moment, you rolled your hips, dragging your center over his lap and feeling every inch of his growing erection through the flimsy fabric of your panties. You moaned at the sensation and did it again. He felt even harder than before and you shuddered involuntarily at the thought of him inside you later.

“You like that baby,” he huffed against your mouth. “Does my angel like that?” he asked as he bucked his hips.

“Yes. Yes, please,” you replied, practically begging for more.

“Going to be good and let me take this off of you?” His hands were on your hips, stilling your movement.

You closed your eyes and bit your lip, nodding, not trusting yourself to speak. Suddenly you felt Harry’s teeth against your shoulder as he used his them to pull your bra strap down, the movement scratching at your skin in the most delicious way, before Harry trailed kisses down your arm, soothing the sting away. He repeated the action on the other side before placing a kiss on the side of your breast and wrapping his tongue around your nipple. Hands still on your hips, he gently pushed you, encouraging you to rock back and forth on him once again.

You were so sensitive that even the smallest action had a massive effect. The combination of his mouth and the rhythm of your hips moving in time together had you feeling the beginnings of an orgasm deep within you, a feeling that was only magnified as he moved across your chest to your other breast.

“Love,” Harry said after a moment, pulling away from you.

“Yes?”

“I-I-” He started again. “We need to do something otherwise I’m not going to last.” His cheeks were red, whether from passion or embarrassment, you weren’t sure, but you nuzzled against his neck.

“That’s alright, baby. I’m all yours.”

“Yeah, you are,” Harry said, almost as if he didn’t believe it. “Wanna get up for me?”

You climbed off of him with wobbly legs, nearly landing on your ass – and taking Harry with you – in the process. But Harry scooped you up in his arms, helping you get comfortable on the bed, as you all laughed off the moment of clumsiness.

“Do you want to take this off?” you asked, gesturing to the cheap black wings that were shedding all over the white sheets.

“No, I kind of like them,” Harry said. “It’s uh…kind of sexy,” he mumbled, against your neck.

“Noted.”

“May I?” He’d hooked his fingers around the waistband of your panties, waiting for your nod of consent, which you readily gave him. He slowly pulled them down your legs, tossing them somewhere behind him, before moving his lips down your body.

It was almost a ritual at this point, the way he explored you as if you were uncharted territory each time he had you naked in front of him. You’d been told this wouldn’t last forever, that all couples eventually tired of each other, that sex became a routine thing, a means to an end. That may be the case, but you secretly hoped that you and Harry were the exception to this rule.

He’d made his way down to your thighs at this point and you opened your legs wider, inviting him in. Your back arched when you felt his fingers inside you, testing the waters.

“So wet for me already and I’ve barely done anything. Careful love, this will go to my head.”

You made to kick him, but he dodged your attack and managed to hit that spot in the process, drawing a cry from you.

“Was that good?” You could hear the teasing smirk in his voice.

“You know it was.”

He crooked his fingers, earning another moan from you as you tried to pull him up to you. “Ready so soon?” he asked, as if he wasn’t already aware. He lined himself up with you and thrust forward with no preamble.

His sheer size still took your breath away – quite literally – and you breathed heavily at the feeling of him, all of him, inside of you.

“Easy, love. Slow,” he said, calming you as he gave you a moment to adjust, waiting until your breath had steadied before gently rocking forward.

You angled your hips up, meeting his pace and trying to drive him as deep inside of you as possible. You brought your legs higher around him, giving him more freedom to move and his pace accelerated.

The sounds coming from your bedroom were, quite simply, ugly. Between the moans and groans and heavy breathing, the grunts that meant move over or shift this way that you all inherently understood, the sounds of sweaty bodies rubbing against each other. It was brutal, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Love, I’m going to come,” Harry said, words urgent against your ear. “I’m not going to be able to hold on.”

“It’s OK baby,” you said, encouraging him. He was always so selfless, you wanted him, just once, to take a moment for himself. “Just let go.”

His hips stuttered, once, twice, three times in quick succession and you felt the tell-tale warmth and wetness of his orgasm between your legs.

“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry,” he wheezed. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

You sighed softly, contentment radiating through you. “You don’t have to. Sometimes it’s nice to just…”

“Yeah…”

The two of you lay there like that for a while, ignoring the stickiness of the sweat, and for you, the itchiness of the costume pieces that were still on you.

Finally, Harry rolled off of you, and you cuddled into his side.

“That was a very nice treat,” he said, voice hoarse. “I think we both need more treats.”

“I’ll second that. And I promise next year will be even better.”

“Next year?” Harry said aghast. “I think you deserve one of your own right now.”

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xhoess · 27 days

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Fashion and design

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Hongjoong!model x fem Bod! Fotographer

Summary: Hongjoong is a model and has his own clothing line, you are his fotographer for the day. When you saw that you got a chance to shoot hongjong you didn't believe it. You have been a fan of his clothing line for a while and are absolutely obsessed with it, but what you don't know is that he has been following your work since that day you started to post your photos.

Genre: romance(?), mature content

Warnings: without protection(wrap it up!!!), hongjoong down bad for you

You where sitting on your bed with your laptop, checking if you have anymore jobs for the next weeks. You see that next week on Wednesday you have a shoot scheduled with the Kim hongjoong. Designer and model. Your jaw drops in shock, why did he chose you to be his photographer, he has never even met you?

You quickly pick up your phone and dial your friends number.

"Jongho you will not believe who I will be shooting next week" "you sound exited, so probably someone famous?" He guesses. "Well yes ofcourse someone famous but I'll give you a hint, he is one of my top 3 designers in the fashion industry right now" you hear jongho think on the other side of the line, "hmm, is it Kim hongjoong?" He asks "YES it's fucking the Kim hongjoong, how did he find me I'm not even that famous I only had a couple professional collaborations" "I don't know y/n but I do know you definitely need to accept this, this is such a huge opportunity" He said "you're right, but I would never in a million years decline this anyway" you laugh.

You and jongho talk for a couple more minutes before you hang up to get ready for bed. But before you get up to wash your face you quickly accept the job offer. You can't wait till next Wednesday.

You were ready to lay in bed but your phone pings, you got an Instagram DM of a online friend you made recently, he was the absolute sweetest and helped you with a few dilemmas. You've told him almost everything that happened in your life the last few months and he's a good listener.

The week goes by very slow but it's finally Wednesday. You grab your stuff and drive to your photo studio. You've never felt so nervous to do a shoot, but it's logical, it's the biggest one yet.

Once the door is unlocked you turn the lights on with the light switch, you always forget how bright that light it's. Especially when it's still dark outside, which is right now because you need to come at least 2 hours early to set everything up.

About 1 pm there was a loud knock on the door, you rushed to the front of the studio to open it. "Hi, come on in, I am y/n l/n I will be your photographer today!" You say kindly, trying not to freak out in the meantime. "Hi y/n, my name is Hongjoong. I am glad you excepted my request, I love your work" He says while bowing slightly to greet you.

"You're kidding, I absolutely love the clothing line you have going on right now. Is it true you design every piece by yourself?" You ask. Hongjoong nods "yes, and I absolutely love doing it. Maybe I do it a bit to much, it causes a lot of stress but at the end it's all worth it" "I'm sure it is" you say.

A few minutes later you showed Hongjoong the dressing room where he could change clothes in private. While he was putting on the first outfit you put on some music, if it's silent you can't function properly.

When he came out of the dressing room you sure you stared a little too long at him "you like it?" He asked, smiling slightly. "I swear it's the best one yet, I love it when there is a lot of accessories in a outfit" you say. "I know" Hongjoong said, you were confused, what does he mean he knows? But you let it slide. You where not gonna let this get awkward. You told him to stand in front of the camera and the rest of the shoot went by quickly.

It was now 3 pm, the shoot was done and hongjoong went back to the dressing room. But he forgot his phone on the table next to the camera. When you picked it up to give it to him you saw a message from yourself on his phone. When i say your heart dropped it was not an understatement. Did you send him a instagram message? You questioned yourself so you went to double check on your own account. But no, the only one you had texted was your online friend. It couldn't possibly be him right?

You knock on his dressing room door and he sticks his head out, "y/n, what's up" "can you explain why you have a text of Me on your phone?" You say. "What? Where you going through my phone" "no you left it on the table next to my camera and I send a text message to what I thought was my online best friend but then your phone pings and I saw my username pop up. So explain, why were you being someone else?" He sighs "Come in please"

Once you've settled on the couch he begins explaining, "look, I can't follow you with my real account, people would've start questioning things and they would've started texting you about me. It was never my intention to Lie to you about it. But I love your work and I just wanted to contact you about it at first" he explained. You get it, you really do but you start to think back to all the conversations you had with him. And you remember one very clearly, last week when you hung op on jongho you texted him saying 'omg I am gonna photograph Hongjoong, now I am gonna see if he's really that hot in real life'

"I texted you ABOUT you, I've said so many stuff about you? I'm so embarrassed" you say and you can feel your cheeks burning. "You are embarrassed? I am the one who should be embarrassed" Hongjoong said, he sits down next to you and tries to make sure you have nothing to be ashamed of.

"But am I as hot as you thought I should be?" You don't answer. "Too shy to say it now, you said worse things about me tho" you looked at him "don't remind me hongjoong" you say, clearly ashamed of what you said. "Yk it's kinds hot when you told what you find hot about me like 3 monts ago, haven't stopped thinking about it since. Oh and the way you send daily vlogs about your day to me is so adorable, it's the highlight of the day. But when you send me that one outfit haul with the black long dress for the party, the one with the split and the cleavage was showing. I would be lying if I didn't get off that night"

"Are you serious?" He nods "yes, you have nothing to be embarrassed about y/n. I'm worse" "you're not worse" you state. While he was talking you where staring at his lips. "What compliments did you like the most then huh?" You say.

"When you said my hands would make a pretty necklace, got my head spinning while thinking about it" He said. "Let's make it happen then" you say.

Hongjoong lips attached to yours, the kiss wasn't so loving, it was rather hungry and messy. He pulled you on his lap and, he groaned in your mouth when you moved your hips downwards. His hand creeps from the back of your neck to the front, he disconnected the kiss and looked at you. You already looked fucked out and he had barely even started.

"Just as pretty as I imagined" He said. "Just shut up and fuck me already" you whined. "I'm taking my time with you" "well I am not taking my time with you" you slid of his lap and sat on your knees in front of the couch, in-between his legs.

You buckled his belt lose and in the process your hand brushed against his hard on, he bit the inside of his mouth to stay silent. His eyes stayed on you the whole time while you were u dressing him. Now he is only left in His underwear.

You get up and sit on his lap again, you connect your lips together and slide your hand from his torso to the waistband of his pants, you slide your hand in his underwear and you wrap your hand around his cock, you can already feel the precum comming put of his tip.

You start stroking your hand up and down, hongjong needs more, he bucks his hips upwards and moans in your mouth.

You get down on your knees again and take of his underwear in the meantime, his cock springs free and your hand is around it again in no time. You lower your head and lick his cock from the bottom to the top, he throws his head back and cursed your name. Once you reach the top you take the tip in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes you down a bit, you give in and start to bob your head up and down in a smooth motion. After a few minutes Hongjoong pulled out of your mouth "I can't hold it any longer and I want to be in you when I cum" He says, out of breath.

He lays you down on the couch and starts to prep you, he wets his fingers by sucking on them and God that looked hot. He first fingers you with two fingers but he soon noticed that you're so wet that he can easily add another one, you moan at the stretch when he adds the third finger.

"I'm ready joong" you manage to get out, and he does not need more consent. "Do you have a condom?" He asks, you shake your head "shit" He curses, "I'm clean" you say, looking at him with big eyes, "me too, you wanna do it without?" You nodded at him.

He hovers above you and lines up, he moves his hips slowly to let you adjust. Once you've adjusted fully he bottoms out slowly just to quickly push his cock back in. He looks at the way your boobs move when he pushes himself back in and decides to grab one of them, gently squeezing it.

"I can't hold it in much longer baby" He whines, you clench around him and he fastens his pace, his hand wraps around your neck and squeezes it, not to hard but hard enough to feel it. "You where right, pretty necklace" He says out of breath.

"I'm cumming" you moan, and a few seconds later you do, while you cum you clench even harder around hongjoongs cock and you moan out his name. That sends him over the edge and cums too. His semen is spilling out of you because it's so much.

Both of you are laying breathlessly on the couch, rethink about what just happened.

I just had fucking sex with Kim hongjoong, was the only thing you could think about.

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missezramay · 11 months

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ted lasso, post-finale thoughts.

I went into the finale thinking yeah, if the writing serves, I can accept any outcome even if it's not exactly what I want. Instead, I was hit with a plethora of mixed emotions I didn't expect to have. Confusion, anger, hurt, annoyance, small bursts of joy in between, and just deep sadness. Almost 20 hours later and I'm still incredibly dissatisfied and processing. For the most part, finales should provide a feeling of celebration and relief. I... don't feel any of that.

I'm just really trying to pinpoint why I'm so sad.

Of course everything inevitably has to come to an end. Of course Ted was always going to reunite with his kid. Of course it's not about winning or losing. Of course Tedbecca can remain platonic if that was always the plan. Of course that's the way life goes, but...

For a show (and this season particularly) that constantly encouraged us to 'believe' and 'hope' in the idea that 'everything will work out', all those 75 minutes did was take me on an unsettling, emotional journey for no concrete reason other than to mess with the audience (the opening scene was just adding salt in the Tedbecca wound I've had since S2). Because everything in a macro sense, "worked out". But the WAY it "worked out" does not sit well with me?? And it's supposed to? For a lot of people (on Reddit/Facebook, lol), it was enough?? Richmond not technically winning and Ted leaving like that without so much as a tear? What am I missing??

When I tell you I'm trying to embrace the good parts, I'm really trying. Yes to KBPR & the women's team, Yes to Colin kissing his fella, Yes to Rebecca & Mae & the guys owning the club, Yes to Roy becoming Manager.

So... why am I still so upset? Hmm, let's see.

The boys' musical number? The cutest. Ted didn't think so.

Nate's apology? Heartbreaking. Ted didn't bat an eyelash.

Rebecca begging twice for Ted to stay? Ted, absolute silence.

Beard staying/getting married in London to his toxic gf? Comic relief, haha, fine. Except Ted wasn't there as Best Man.

Don't even get me started on the huge disservice to the Roy/Keeley/Jamie triangle.

Now listen, I get that he misses Henry & Henry misses his dad. I'm not that cold. A father/son's love is important. It was always the catalyst for this show; for him to work on himself so he can be a better father unlike the one he grew up with. That's fine.

But on this particular week. His last week with his Richmond family. There was NO sense of him being sad to leave them. He can be sad about missing Henry but he can ALSO be sad about leaving. No, he just completely checked out. He let everyone pour out their hearts (Hannah's getting her third Emmy, mark my words) to him, and he just stone-faced the entire time.

THIS DOES NOT MAKE ANY SENSE TO ME.

The argument is that he was internally processing, he was overwhelmed, he was trying to distance himself so it would hurt less. Fair points, okay. But this is a television show, moreover, A FINALE. TV characters, while relatable, are heightened versions of ourselves, there so we can better process our emotions and learn to handle things better in our real lives. Ted deserved MORE dialogue and displaying MORE emotion than whatever this was.

We're never going to see him again. We're over here crying along with Rebecca, Nate & Beard, but he didn't sob once. Even though he spent three years building a family with them. I even thought, hey at least he left his legacy with Trent's book but newsflash, he wanted his name taken off that too! Complete erasure.

I just feel so robbed of better moments. Like there were nice moments here and there. But they could've been BETTER. Honestly, Nate & Rebecca's breakdowns were close to perfection, so much love there. But the lack of dialogue and Ted not reciprocating? Broke ME.

I just cannot. understand. this. choice.

Massive sigh. I'm just truly baffled by the way everything wrapped up and not getting the satisfied feeling that one half of the viewership got. Maybe I'm in the minority, but that means something. It carries weight. Also, for a "three-season arc" that was planned well in advance, why all the rewrites and parallels and fakeouts... it's just cruel. But as the theme says (and maybe this was a warning all along), yeah, I guess this might well be it.

This show has given us so much and the last season flailed for the most part. I don't want to disrespect the show by being negative and cynical (looks like I failed!!) or cast blame on anyone in particular. The cast/crew are amazing people and I'll be grateful for being a part of the journey but I'm just so sad and this feeling sucks and I will never get over it.

Going to miss them. x

#ted lasso #spoilers #thoughts #finale #text post #tedbecca #roykeeley #jason sudeikis #hannah waddingham

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lemonlover1110 · 1 year

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Satoru Gojo & Suguru Getou

[Chapter 5] Phone Call

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader x Suguru Getou

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Phone Sex, Masturbation

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Maybe your husband will finally take a hint, you think. Taking at least five minutes from his day to spend with you, but you end up finding that your very smart husband is more dense than you thought. Or maybe he’s just not all that interested in spending time with his hot lonely wife.

You entertain yourself one way or another. Like today, after going on a shopping spree, you went to get your nails done, grabbed some lunch, watched a movie, and finally got dinner. Your days mainly consist of wasting Suguru’s money. Spending his money was what really drew you into him in the beginning, but now, spending his money isn’t all that interesting to you when you’re alone most of the time. You so desperately wish that the man you love would take the initiative to spend so much as five minutes with you.

It’s near midnight, and you’re laying alone in bed. He has been home late all this week, but for some reason, tonight of all nights is when you can’t sleep. The thought of him and his secretary bug your mind. Suguru promised to give you the world, yet he’s probably balls deep inside another woman and the thought makes you sick.

The thought makes you grab your phone and call him. You hear the phone ring over and over again. Your heartbeat picks up speed with each ring, and it certainly doesn’t slow down when you’re sent to voicemail. You think about leaving a message, but you decide to hang up. You put your phone down as you think of the worst.

Your husband is probably cheating on you and pretending to work late hours. And here you are, his trophy wife, laying on your shared bed like a fool. You grab your phone again, and you’re so close to sending your husband a message, but you decide to do something else. Something worse.

You look for Satoru’s contact and when you find it, you hesitate. You begin to call the number, and unlike your husband, after two rings, he picks up the phone, “Hello?”

“Hey, Satoru… I have a question…” You begin. Out of all people, Satoru should know the most about Suguru’s schedule– Other than Suguru’s own secretary, but you’re certain that he’s fucking her. Satoru was the one who gave you the suspicion of your husband’s betrayal, so he must know something. Satoru hums in response, waiting for you to ask the question. “Is Suguru actually busy? He isn’t home right now…”

When Satoru hears the question, a smirk comes to his lips. He tries to hide it from the woman that sits across from him in the living room. He stands up, covering the microphone of the phone as he says, “I’ll be right back. Suguru’s on the phone.”

Satoru walks to his bedroom and closes the door, locking it. “Hmm… He’s working late? I’m not. We’re not that busy this time of the year. You should know.”

“Well…” You begin. He hears the lack of confidence in your voice.

“Last year he was way less busier, wasn’t he?” Satoru brings up, which you don’t recall. “Don’t you remember?”

“Well… To be honest, I think he was really busy this time of the year last year.” You share.

“This time of the year isn’t all that busy. Last year I was on vacation. I really do think… I don’t want to straight up accuse him, but he might be having an affair. He should be home by now.” Satoru tells you, and your breath gets caught up in your chest. “I don’t want to accuse your husband of doing such a horrible thing but– You know he’s my best friend.”

“Yeah…” He hears. He bites his bottom lip as he hears you say, “It’s really unfair. I’ve given up so much for him…”

“I get that, baby. I know you have.” He tells you, although he knows that you didn’t have to give up anything. Not a single thing. You married Suguru out of luck. His parents adore you. He paid off your student loans. Suguru would buy anything you asked for, even the moon and every star in the night sky. “He just… Gets bored. He’ll come back around.”

“It’s so unfair, Satoru.” You tell him, and he hums in agreement.

“But what else can you do?” He responds. A moment of silence happens before he speaks again. “Unless you want to give him a taste of his own medicine…”

“What do you mean by that?” You question, and it makes him bite his tongue. He opens his mouth to speak but before he can say anything, you say, “You want me to cheat on him?”

“Well, he’s not giving you the attention you deserve, is he?” He asks. Maybe it’s not the best time for him to be asking about this. But at the same time, you’re vulnerable, and it’s late. Not a great time for him, but at the same time the best. “You have such a high libido, I’m sure he hasn’t kept up with it.”

“He… Hasn’t.” You confess. One hand goes to his pants, and he unbuttons them before he pulls them down. “He doesn’t have time for me anymore. I have to take care of myself.”

“You want me to take care of you, sweet girl? I’ll help you like old times.” He proposes, and for a minute, the line is quiet. Too many thoughts run through his head while he waits for your response, but none of them worry him. Because you’ll never bring this exchange up to Suguru, he knows it.

“Right now?” You question and he hums in response. You stare at the ceiling of your room while you decide what you want to do. You end up pulling up your nightgown, your hand going into your panties.

“Well… Are you horny right now?” He asks, and you bite your bottom. Your fingers are running through your folds.

“I am…” You answer. Your fingers go to your clit and you begin to circle it slowly, hearing his breathing from the other side of the phone. You imagine his hand wrapped around his cock as he thinks of you.

“Then will you touch yourself while talking to me?” He says, your fingers playing with your clit. You shut your eyes as you hear his voice, imagining that he’s your husband. But he’s not your husband, and when you remember it, you find yourself more aroused. “Will you play with your pretty little pussy for me?”

“I will, ‘Toru.” You respond, your voice sounding so sweet for him. “Only if you play with yourself as well.”

“I’ll play with myself for you, baby.” He responds, his hand wrapping around his cock. He squeezes the tip, before his hand begins to move up and down his length. “Are you looking sexy, baby? Are you naked right now? Playing with yourself at the thought of me?”

“Fuck… Yeah. I need you on top of me– Playing with my clit at the thought of you, baby.” You tell him.

“Really? I’m playing with myself thinking about you under me… Whimpering my name like the pathetic little thing you are.” He says. He lets out a whimper before he bites down his bottom lip. He can’t let the woman outside his room hear him like this. “Will you slip a finger in, baby? Will you do it for me?”

“Yeah…” You answer. You slip a finger into your cunt, letting out a soft moan to let him know that you did it. You add another finger in for your pleasure. “I put two fingers in for you…”

“Really? Oh, what a good girl.” His breathy voice sounds like music to your ears. It’s nothing like your husband’s but it reminds you of him. “God, I would do anything to watch you right now.”

“Me too-” You respond before you get an idea. You stop playing with yourself, grabbing one of your husband’s pillows and making your phone stand with it. You call him through a video call, and Satoru quickly picks it up.

“Oh, what a naughty girl.” He comments, watching as you spread your legs and you push your panties to the side to let him see as you play with yourself. Two fingers in your cunt, your soft lips apart to let your breathy moans into the air. “What a naughty fucking girl. How does your husband choose that ugly secretary over you?”

You watch him stroke his dick, being oddly quiet. Satoru isn’t loud per say, but he does make some noise. At least from your experience. Yet you don’t care too much.

“I need you inside of me so bad.” You moan empty words to get the both of you off. “Oh, fuck–”

“I’ll come over soon and fuck the shit out of you. Check what your husband is missing out on.” Satoru says. You tilt your head back, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your orgasm approaches.

“Oh, Tor–” Just as you’re about to moan his name, the sound of your phone ringing stops you. You come to a stop to check. Your husband is calling. You quickly end the call with Satoru, leaving him dry. You feel your face get warm from embarrassment as you hear your husband’s voice. You can’t believe what you were doing with his best friend.

“Hey, baby… How’s work?”

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twig-tea · 18 days

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Get To Know Me Tag

Tagged by @telomeke @lurkingshan @my-rose-tinted-glasses @he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle and @hyeoni-comb thank you all! 💕

Do you make your bed?

I like a messy bed, it feels more welcoming to me somehow. The only time I make my bed is when I'm without heat and it's winter, then you gotta do it to keep in any residual warmth! But normally I'd rather keep everything loose.

What’s your favorite number?

I....don't think I have one? Is this a thing people have, how do you choose?

What is your job?

I manage a team of Product Owners in the Operations division of a multinational company. In other words, I go to a lot of meetings.

If you could go back to school, would you?

Absolutely not. Beyond the fact that I was formerly a substantive editor of university textbooks, which included both editing the textbook content and sometimes writing their ancillaries (tests, powerpoint slides, etc.) so it feels like I took first-year Sociology at least ten times, I just don't love formalized education. I love learning but on my own terms and at my own pace.

Can you parallel park?

I can't drive at all! Technically I learned how, took lessons and everything, but never got my license.

A job you had that would surprise people?

Hmm. I was a call center person for half a day, it was terrible and I left without getting paid for the work I did because I was so eager to get out of there I didn't want to fight them for my pay (even though I needed the money which is why I was there in the first place). I hate phone calls, I can't hear well on the phone, and it was clear the call center script was designed to be exploitative. It was one of the worst jobs for me I could have taken lol

Do you think aliens are real?

I think it's extremely likely!

Can you drive a manual car?

Nope, even when I learned, it was only on an automatic.

What’s your guilty pleasure?

I'm not guilty about it but I can decimate an entire family size mac and cheese when I'm feeling down.

Tattoos?

I have 3 tattoos; one on each foot and one on the back of my neck. They form a rainbow.

Favorite color?

Blue-green! The shade of preference for any given moment varies, but anything in the region from mint to aqua to teal to turquoise will do; I love them all.

Favorite type of music?

My music taste varies widely but the common denominators are 1) fast tempo or upbeat, 2) solid harmonies, and 3) if there's a tempo or key change I am doubly sold.

Do you like puzzles?

Love puzzles of all kinds. I have a collection of jigsaw puzzles I do regularly, and word puzzles, logic puzzles, sudoku type stuff is all very fun. I don't make a lot of time for them but I do them occasionally and always enjoy it.

Any phobias?

I am afraid of falling. Not heights, but falling. The difference is: I can lean over the railing at the top of a 20-storey building or walk on a glass floor over a big drop and just feel a minor thrill, but am terrified to the point of maybe crying if I have to balance on a single step of a ladder or walk across a patch of ice. I had several brushes with death related to falling when I was a kid, and a few bad falls that caused injury as an adult, so it makes sense. Luckily I am pretty tall so I rarely have to do any kind of ladder-ing!

Favorite childhood sport?

American-style tackle football. We used to play at lunch on the pavement because the soccer kids got the field; we played in all seasons including snow, and we did it for love of the sport. I loved it a lot.

Do you talk to yourself?

Occasionally I'll provide a little commentary on what's happening aloud to myself; but I don't really have fully conversations.

What movies do you adore?

I have loved a lot of movies in my time! A few random ones that come to mind right now because I've been thinking about them for whatever reason are Saving Face (2004), Monster (2023), Practical Magic (1998), Moonlight (2016), and Clue (1985).

Coffee or tea?

Despite my username being a type of tea, in this as in all things I am a perfect Kinsey 3. Love both equally and drink a ton of both (coffee more regularly, tea in greater volume).

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

Lifeguard, I think! And then when I was in elementary school I wanted to edit textbooks (I was that kid who got annoyed whenever there were mistakes), so I did actually get to do my childhood dream job.

No pressure tags just going with vibes based on who I've interacted with recently (if you've done this already tag me in the comments!): @rocketturtle4 @visualtaehyun @sollucets @troubled-mind @jimmysea @ginnymoonbeam

#tag game #thank you for tagging me #typed so that i can stop thinking it

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glittercake · 17 days

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WIP GAME

@downwarddnaspiral thank you for the tag to share some of my wips :) which... i cant believe i actually have unposted wips for a change! i normally just write one thing at a time and finish it. i cant say when any of these will be done though, but at least they exist lmao. i've been busy irl and too tired to write.

so. here goes:

The sambucky divorce AU: titled Moments Away for now (from the Mango Groove song) i have about 6k, redid the outline 3 times because it was just too much, and had some personal war flashbacks while writing it so i had to take a breather 😂 Excerpt:

Sam's mama always said love’s never going to be enough and he didn't understand how that was possible. He didn’t understand—as a seventeen-year-old, so in love he could barely see out of his own eyes, or as a sophomore on the back of a dropout, bad boy’s motorbike, or as a new father of beautiful twin girls with the love of his life—how that could ever be the truth. But he gets it now.

more below the cut!

Next is a Sambucky Night Agent AU: based on the netflix series. it's basically cap sam/modern bucky but with suspense :) this is literally all i have so it might change completely:

There’s murder on the news. The Vice President’s dead. The nation’s in uproar. They’re saying he did it. They’re saying Captain America has committed treason. His face is plastered across the news, on every station on every street pole, his description is flying through the airways as he sits here covered in blood, trying to catch his breath. He didn’t do this. Sam can’t fucking breathe. He’s not someone to admit this easily, but he needs help. He needs help in a big fucking way. He eyes the number that dying woman stuffed in his hand earlier and hopes his phone line is still connected.

This one is a post canon fic where they run into each other on vacation and decide to have a little summer fling and then drama happens when bucky joins thunderbolts when they return.

Technically Sam wouldn’t be fucking his co-worker. Technically, they’ve only worked together like once, really. Bucky’s mouth is in his neck right now, and Sam can feel a bruise forming but he’s doing nothing to stop it because Bucky’s hand is also on Sam’s dick and it’s all going downhill real quick. So does he want to shit where he eats? No. Is he going to tell Bucky to stop? Also no. They’re on vacation and it’s anything but separate, like they threatened—in fact they’re plastered together—so something, something stays in Vegas…

then a fucking vampire AU?? which was very unexpected but I'm having fun planning it and writing little bits at a time. basically sam is a photographer looking to advance his career and bucky is a 100yo vampire. hmm.

There’s a sudden movement at the top of the stairs, so swift it’s dizzying. Sam can't place it. Just a gust of black night and bright blue, like the electric zap of lightning in a storm. Sam’s instinct is to retreat, wanting to back himself out of there. Overcome with fear. But something else sticks him in place, makes him hone in on the movement. A tall, slim figure, pale as moonlight, glides down the steps as if they’re not there at all, with the grace of an encroaching predator, salivating with deadly hunger, and Sam can’t move. Only after a few paralyzing moments does he recognize the shape as a person. A man. Sam realizes now that the flash of electric blue he’d seen is the man’s eyes.

anyway, that's it. i'm actually keen to get work done on these. hopefully i get some time soon :)

#sambucky #wips #tagged

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denial-permanente · 1 year

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I want to apologize 1st off because I'm sure you've probably been asked this a number of times, but please forgive me. I just started following you two lovely human beings, and I did check the list (I believe it was) of your FAQ's, and did not see anything related directly to my question, so here goes. For Tom: Your wife has talked about you being a "great" lover. As each year passes and as you've gotten the older, have you ever began to feel like "those skills" will one day,(and most definitely at your age, sooner than later) diminish to where you won't have them to use and enjoy - ever again. Does that worry you at all...or at least have you question, what are 'we' really doing here? I am not locked in chastity, but I am 63, my wife is 61. We have been married 6 years now and I am going into the 17th month of not being allowed inside my wife, and I have began to question and wonder about those "things."

Hmm. A polite question from someone who checked the FAQ? You probably don't belong on Tumblr. 😅

About those skills: I want to make it clear that my wife says that I'm good in bed not because I'm built like a porn star, but because I'm always willing to take my time, to have a lot of foreplay, a lot of kissing and touching, and because I try to adapt my movements or style to what she likes. Of course, I still do that, but now I'm doing it with a much bigger piece of equipment. That's on the technical side if the "skill" set.

On the hormonal, desire side - I have not worried about no longer feeling the desire for this. I do have a few friends who have seen their desire taper off, but I don't know what to say about that. Speaking personally, I'm very healthy, often being mistaken for someone ten years younger. I'm pretty fit, eat right, get some exercise, and spend a lot of time outdoors. It's possible that those things that cause men to lose it just have not caught up with my physically.

Or... it's also possible that long term locking has kept my libido up higher than most men my age. Believe me, I still wake up aroused most mornings.

Not sure if this answers your question. However, you've got a year and a half of being denied by your own wife. Is that working out well for the both of you? 🔒

#chastity question

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Emerald Star

Episode 1: Stand By Me

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[chattering] [clanking of silverware on dishes]

Daemys: Any updates with you, Little Love? Nelia: Eh, not really. My manager’s took me off the schedule when I gave her my two weeks. She was always a bitch though. Oh! I have a date tonight.

Daemys: You don’t sound that excited. How long has it been now? Nelia: I don’t know, maybe over a year? Yaen: Who’s it with? Is it that one guy Depha’s always trying to talk up? Nelia: No… It’s just a guy from the mall. Works at the pretzel place.

Yaen: At least you’re trying to get back out there. Daemys: Hmm, I just think you’d be more excited about this sort of thing. You know you don’t have to go through with it, right? Nelia: I have to start somewhere, I don’t want anything serious anyway.

Yaen: Bastard did a number on you. If I ever see Steph and that wh- Daemys: [underbreath] Yaen! Not in public. Nelia: I think you’d have get behind Depha and me, Mama. Daemys: You handled that mess of a man with too much grace. Nelia: On to greener grass.

Daemys: Grass doesn’t seem very green. Yaen: Oh gods, just let the girl go at her own pace, Love. Nelia: You and Depha worry too much. It’s just a fun little night out. Daemys: I just think Depha might be on to something the way she talks about this Manager.

Nelia: I mean- He’s cute… Well no. That’s a lie, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who makes me feel so- so? The whole butterfly in the stomach thing. Everytime he looks at me. He’s so beautiful too. Whenever he smiles at me, I practically melt.

Yaen: So um. Why are you going on a date with someone else then? Nelia: It’s not like I can just go up and ask him out. Daemys: And why’s that? Nelia: What if he says no? I couldn’t show my face in Brew Crew’s anymore. Yaen: What if he says yes? Nelia: I don’t think it would end well. The final round is a week away.

Nelia: It’s going to take all my time. It would feel wrong pursuing a relationship with such a big life event happening. Daemys: I felt the same way when I met your mother. Sometimes people come into your life when you need them most, even if it’s not at the ideal time.

Yaen: Little Love, don’t let someone who makes you feel the way he does go just because you feel it’s not fair on him. That’s not for you to decide. Nelia: It’s not like he’d even say yes. Yaen: You can’t know that. You’re a kind and beautiful lady.

Nelia: I’ll think about it okay? Daemys: Just don’t take too long thinking. Nelia: Yeah, yeah. I know.

#ts4 #ts4 simblr #ts4 story #simlit #ts4 storytelling #oc: nelia oraen #oc: daemys oraen #oc: yaen oraen #es:g #es:ep1 #es:s

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Bumblebee

For an anon reader request - please read for a little more detail. Pairings: Rei x you

“I swear to you that I will do everything in my power to stop my precious baby sister from continuing down this path of criminal activity!” Kazuki has tears in his eyes. It’s taking everything in you not to roll your eyes in exasperation, trying to work out exactly how you ended up in this predicament.

Tiredness had made you sloppy and you were furious at yourself. About a week ago, the police had been tipped off to your syndicate’s base. It was petty crime compared to some of the other things you knew happened in the city – pickpockets, shoplifters, occasionally you pulled off a bigger heist but nothing too bad. A disused office building had been home for a good few years, heck, you’d even made one of the old units into what some might’ve considered a bedroom. You’d been out around the regular tourist spots when a text came through from an unknown number. “Base breached. Do not return.” You knew the higher ups would be working on some new accommodation - that is at least if they hadn’t been arrested – and chasing out the rat, but in the meanwhile you had to keep your head down low and put up with sleeping out. Originally, the thought hadn’t phased you – you’d done it a fair few times in your teens on first leaving the orphanage - but the first night you realized how much you’d come to appreciate your office bedroom, knowing you weren’t exposed. The result was patchy half-sleep on cold concrete, arms clamped around the rucksack which held everything you still owned.

You’d been in this particular mall a few times now, taking from different shops to then try and trade things down the market for some petty cash for food. The lack of decent sleep finally took its toll though as you didn’t quite clock the camera right above you as you slipped the perfume into your pocket. It wasn’t long after that than there was the steel grip of the security guard on your shoulder, escorting you to the back office.

“Now, young lady, tell me what this is all about, hmm?” He’s laid out the items you’d secreted into your jacket and bag in front of you. It’s all stuff you can easily resell. “Surely you have a bright future ahead of you that doesn’t involve any of this.”

You realise he thinks you’re much younger than you are and you can work this to your advantage – you’re pushing 24 now, but he’s taken your youthful appearance as a teenager at best.

Cue the waterworks. “I’m so sorry, sir. Please forgive me, I don’t know what I was thinking. It was a silly dare and I don’t know what came over me!”

“A dare?” He raises an eyebrow.

“From some kids at school. I can’t believe I let them press me into something so foolish and illegal. Oh, sir, I beg of you, college applications are so soon, I can’t believe I’ve ruined my life before it’s even begun!” You blub.

“Now, now”, he tries to soothe. “I think we can write off this as a youthful indiscretion, but I need you to call your guardian to come and collect you.” He slides over your mobile phone that he’s retrieved from your rucksack that he confiscated whilst looking for stolen goods. “You dial, I’ll speak to them.” Shit. Your mind whirs over who to call. You can’t call your boss – you’d never hear the end of it. You can’t call your parents because, well, they don’t exist… There’s one person you could call.

You load up the contact and slide it back over. “Kazuki Kurusu?” He reads.

“Mm. He’s my big brother.”

It’s been a few months since you last saw him. Life’s been a little busy. He’s not really your older brother, of course, you met in the orphanage when you were four and he was eight and you’d started following him around like a lost puppy. After you’d apparently pestered him enough, he began to dote on you and the pair of you become inseparable, calling each other brother and sister. The caregivers tried to nip it in the bud. Didn’t you want to be adopted? The interested parties didn’t want two children, they just wanted a sweet little girl, but you weren’t going to be swayed. Any and all attempts at fostering you were swiftly quelled due to your incessant crying about ‘big brother Zuki’.

The two of you had stuck together up until he turned 18 and the state no longer had to care for him. Kazuki was dumped out onto the street where he was recruited - as most kids who didn’t end up being adopted from that particular orphanage - by a local gang who offered shelter and food for participating in their grifts and cons. Contact between the two of you became infrequent for a while. Kazuki wasn’t allowed to visit but he’d try and catch you on the way home from school when he wasn’t on the job. He’d spoken about you coming to live with him when you turned 18, that you’d not end up like him and had a solid start to adult life…

But, when the time came, Kazuki had entered into a whirlwind romance. He was married and there was a baby on the way and you didn’t fit in the picture anymore – and that was fine. It was always a bit of a pipe dream. When you turned 18, your then-boyfriend recruited you in with his local gang – they said you had the perfect, sweet face not to be suspected of any wrongdoing and taught you everything you needed to know about surviving on the streets. You kept in contact, sporadically – meeting up every once in a while. There was some radio silence after his wife and unborn child died and you didn’t press him. Eventually, he popped up again trying to mother you but you were fine, you didn’t need it. You knew he’d moved in with someone and had redirected his nurturing elsewhere.

“Hey, bumblebee!” Kazuki’s cheerful voice came down the line and you cringed. Of course he was still calling you that.

“Mr Kurusu?” The security guard enquires down the phone. “I’m afraid I have your sister in the security office here…”

About 20 minutes later, he appears in the office, looking flustered and wearing an apron but still the same old Kazuki. He’s left the house in a hurry and you feel a slight twang of guilt that despite your sporadic contact, he’ll still drop everything to come to your rescue. You offer a hesitant smile, not quite sure how to play this off. He stares at you, distraught.

“I am so sorry, sir.” Kazuki bows his head to the security guard. “Please forgive my little sister. She’s not normally like this at all, I assure you.”

“Yes, well, she seems a bright young girl.” You have no idea where the security guard is basing this assumption on, but you know Kazuki will run with it.

“Oh, she is! Papa and Mama had such high hopes for her career aspirations but ever since they died, her upbringing has rested on my shoulders and I have failed her as her guardian.” Kazuki begins to sob, holding up his apron to his eyes.

“Sir, please,” the security guard places a hesitant hand on his shoulder. “The store won’t be going any further with this – ah, what should we call it? - indiscretion. I trust you and Miss Kurusu here to make the right decisions from now on.”

Kazuki gains control of his sobs and smiles weakly as he dabs his face clear of tears. You need to congratulate him after, this is some A+ acting he’s developed.

“I swear to you that I will do everything in my power to stop my precious baby sister from continuing down this path of criminal activity! Sister, thank this kind man for his understanding.”

You get to your feet and nod politely. “Thank you. I will never forget your forgiveness and compassion, sir. I’ve truly learned my lesson – seeing the upset on my dear brother’s face is punishment enough.”

“Good.” The security guard smiles and escorts the two of you to the front door, watching as Kazuki leads you to a yellow car – typical Kazuki – and opens the passenger seat door. You get in and he goes over to the driver’s side, waving at the security guard before starting the engine and heading out of the mall’s parking lot. You wait until the building’s disappeared in the rearview mirror before you speak up.

“Thanks for that. Just drop me off anywhere, I can find my way.”

He scoffs. “And find your way to where, exactly?”

“Wherever.” You shrug.

A pause. “Are you sleeping rough, bumblebee?”

You roll your eyes, “I’m a little old for that nickname now, aren’t I?”

“Don’t think you can skirt around the question.”

“Just between accommodations this week – I’ll be fine.” You can’t lie to him, he knows all your tells.

“Mm, you look in need of a good meal and a good night’s sleep – both of which you can get at my apartment. Plus, you can meet your niece.”

“My what now?”

“I’m back!” Kazuki calls as he opens the front door to the apartment. You’re not even a step in and you can tell it’s fancy – way fancier than anything you’ve ever stayed. You’ve never been back here before – it’s usually been a café that Kazuki likes to frequent when you did meet in person.

There’s a man sat on the couch, messy black-hair, dressed in shorts and a white t-shirt with a cat on it and he looks pretty cute. He’s absorbed in the video game he’s playing on a wide-screen TV.

Kazuki has his arm around your shoulders again as he enthusiastically introduces you to his room-mate Rei, who pauses his game to stare at you.

He’s easy on the eyes, that’s for sure. “Hi.” You wave.

“You’ve never mentioned a sister before.” He frowns.

“Sure I have! You just don’t listen - bumblebee, remember?”

He stares at you again for a moment then there’s a look of realization. “Bumblebee’s a girl?”

“Yes… Wait, what did you think?”

“I thought it was a bee.”

“You… You thought all those stories I told you about my childhood was me and an actual bee?” Rei nods. “I don’t understand what goes on in your head sometimes.”

“I mean, I’m not really your sister either, Zuki.” You try and shrug out from underneath his arm but his grip remains tight.

“How can you say that? The bond we forged is stronger than any blood ties!”

“Still as dramatic as ever.” You look over at Rei. “How do you put up with this?”

He shrugs, eyes back on the screen. You take a look at what he’s playing and recognize it immediately – Morio Kart. They’d had a games console set up in the communal area in the base – pilfered from a lorry you hijacked and you often spent the night playing. “Ohhh, nice hit.” You compliment as he takes out another racer, sitting down besides him, earning you a smug grin.

Rei goes to pick up Miri from daycare whilst Kazuki fills you in on the last few months, though a little bit scarce on some details. That’s Kazuki though, if he thought you really needed to know, he’d tell you. Miri is a whirlwind from the second she gets home from daycare, but it’s clear Kazuki is in his absolute element with her.

The little girl stares up at you in wonder as Kazuki introduces the two of you. “She’s sorta like Papa Kazuki’s little sister, which makes her your auntie. I called her bumblebee when we were growing up.”

“Auntie Bee!” She squeals.

“Er, no,” you try and correct her with your real name, but now she’s running around the apartment, pretending to be a bee, wanting you to chase her. You know you’ve lost the battle before it even begun and Kazuki finds it hilarious. “Auntie Bee it is, I guess.” But, deep down, you don’t hate it.

You eat dinner together, Miri insists you join her Papa Kazuki for a story before bed and you can’t wipe the smile off the face as the two of you come back downstairs.

“You’ve got a real sweet thing going on here.”

“I’ve fallen on my feet, right enough.” He says wistfully, before his face turns serious. “Are you okay, though?” You know he wants to ask what you’re doing for work, how you’re surviving, but he probably doesn’t want to hear the real answer. He can’t contradict when you both live the wrong side of the tracks.

“I’m fine - promise. You do you, I do me.” You wrap your arms around his waist in a hug. “I have missed you though, Zuki.”

“Mm,” he hugs you back. “Let’s not leave it so long.”

He sets you up with spare blankets and a pillow for the sofa, lecturing Rei not to stay up too late and game when you’re trying to sleep, but you’re already a fair few matches deep with him to care and, to be honest, you wouldn’t mind spending some alone time with the man – he’s definitely very easy on the eyes.

“Oh, and Rei sleeps in the bathroom.” Kazuki calls as he heads up the stairs. “Don’t ask.”

“You do?” You raise an eyebrow at the man but he shrugs, taking advantage of Kazuki’s distraction to shoot by you on the second lap. “Hey!”

The matches are competitive, but between them you still find any excuse to put your hand on him – his shoulder, his arm, his thigh… It gets him a little flustered and you find it cute. It’s often up to the final lap as the two of you switch between first and second place. This time, Rei takes it and he playfully sticks his tongue out at you as he takes the win.

“Hm, you just got lucky.” You cross your arms in defiance.

“Sure I did. Another?”

“I think I need some inspiration – what does the winner get?”

“Bragging rights.”

“Nah, I need more than that.”

“Like what?” He sounds puzzled.

“Like…” you bite your lip, you’ve always been a shameless flirt. “If I win, you take me out for pizza.”

“Oh?” His cheeks flush a little, but he keeps his eyes on the game menu. “I guess I could do that.”

“What do you want if you win?”

“If I win, you take me to the arcades.”

“Deal.”

The next championship is neck and neck. You take the first race, full of determination, but Rei brings it back in the second. The final race is a constant switching of first and second, throwing items at each other. The finish line is in sight when your character slips on a banana peel timed perfectly by Rei, sending you crashing off into the side and three CPUs fly ahead of you. You know you’ve lost then – there’s no item blocks left and there’s no way you can get ahead of them all in time. Rei, however, is about to cross the finish line, so just before he can you yank the controller out of his hands and send his character spinning off into the wall. A CPU goes over the line but that’s the last you see as Rei tackles you off the couch.

You’re trapped between his thighs as he snatches the controller out of your hands and drives over the line in a measly fifth. He glares down at you as you grin.

“Sorry, I probably should’ve mentioned I’m a sore loser.”

He says nothing. You try and sit up but you’re firmly wedged between his legs and there’s no give. “Er, can I get up now?”

He grins, slyly. “I think I’ve changed my mind of what I get if I win.”

“Oh?”

“I think the victor deserves a kiss.”

You feel blood rush to your cheeks at that but you’re keen. “Oh, yeah?”

“Mm.”

“See, I’m not sure if you can just change the rules like that right at the end.”

“You tried to cheat, call it a forfeit.” He sits back, finally allowing you to sit up right.

“Hmm. Well, I guess I did, and we never did discuss what should happen if one of us cheated.” You’re leaning in as you speak, getting closer and closer.

“Are you two still up?!” Kazuki hisses in a theatrical whisper from his bedroom door and you bump heads together in fright.

“Ugh… No, no, just going to bed.” You whisper back to the blonde as Rei gets to his feet, sheepishly rubbing his forehead where the two of you collided.

Kazuki’s door closes back over and you smile at Rei. “Busted.”

“Lucky escape for you.”

“My big brother does always have my back…” You step up on your tiptoes and give him a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Rei.”

“Goodnight,” he smiles shyly, heading to the bathroom. You collapse on the couch and sigh contentedly into a pillow.

You wake up early to your phone buzzing with a text. It’s a location – it looks like either a rendezvous point to be taken to the new base, or the base itself but you know you need to get there pretty quick either way. You grab a piece of paper from Miri’s colouring pile and write down a message for Kazuki, thanking him for putting you up for the night. There’s a moment’s hesitation before you write your phone number down on another piece of paper, before sliding it under the bathroom door.

“Sneaking out?” Kazuki’s voice chimes from the staircase. How in the hell did he do that without you noticing?

“No, afraid work beckons. I was leaving a note though, see?” You hold up the piece of paper in evidence.

“Good.” He walks over and pulls you into a hug. “Promise it won’t take another trip to a security guard’s office until we see each other again?”

“Mm-hm,” you nod, staring at the bathroom door behind him. “You’ll get sick of the sight of me.”

A few days later, as evening rolls in and Miri’s getting ready for bed, there’s a knock at the door and Rei is apparently keen to answer it. Kazuki doesn’t think much of it at first – maybe it’s a game he pre-ordered or something – but he hears more conversation at the door from Rei than he’s used to over the years of living with him.

You’re standing at the door, smiling as Rei puts his shoes on.

“Back so soon?” Kazuki chuckles.

“Actually, Rei and I are going to play some games at the arcade.” You shrug, trying to spin a casual air on things.

“The arcade?!” Miri manages through a yawn, “Can I come?”

“Not this time, kiddo. It’s your bedtime.” Rei ruffles her hair and she pouts.

“We’ll go when you’re more awake, how about that?” You soothe, crouching down to her level and she nods. Kazuki clocks how Rei’s smiling at you and he puts two and two together in alarm.

“Hey, buddy…” he warns, “you are not going on a date with my sister!”

“Mm, not really your sister…” You tease, turning around to head to the elevator. Rei goes to follow you before he pauses.

“It is a date though.” He smirks and the door slams shut before Kazuki can react.

He feels Miri tug at his leg.

“Papa Kazuki, when do I get a sister?”

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frostironfudge · 1 year

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Keep Your Eyes On Me - Bucky Barnes

Summary: taking part in @the-slumberparty 's warm up of one word drabbles, my word was 'medusa' so this is what I came up with I hope you enjoy.

Pairing: Archeologist!Bucky x Female!Reader (AU)

Warnings: None, black market auctions, mild violence (nothing gruesome), mythology rewriting using creative liberty lol, knives mentioned.

Word Count: 905 (yeah even i don't believe i could stop myself here)

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A series of grunts echo around the silent temple. Blue eyes follow the dust bellowing upwards from the stone tomb. Bucky huffs, pushing the stone again. A small gap finally created.

Sweat pools on his brow, grabbing the flashlight to peer into the tomb. Empty. Yet again.

“Fuck.” He looks around, there must be something salvageable, something to get him out of the tricky situation. The flashlight gleams over something on the north wall.

Bucky scrambles towards it, laughter found in the relief of spotting the gem. The light tucked between his teeth, carefully he uses his tools to dislodge the opalescent stone.

It tips forward into his palm. Raising it up he observes it, this would do, a fabricated story of the lost jewel of a goddess’ crown or necklace. The money of collectors and snobs would come rolling in, he tosses the stone up and down, weighing it in his palm.

Oh this definitely would work in his favour.

The winning bid makes Bucky and the man waiting for his money very happy. He gets to keep a handsome portion. Lay off the jobs for a while.

He goes to the nearest bar to celebrate, tie loosened and a hefty number of digits in his account.

“Barnes.” Marc Spector greets, clad in a clean cut suit.

“Spector.” Bucky places his glass of whiskey down on the bar table, “Back from the Middle East?”

“Oh I’m in and out you know this, there is someone asking for you however. A job if you will.” Marc looks to the side then back at Bucky.

“I’m not looking for a job.” He lifts the glass to his lips again.

“Yes but this employer is looking for you.” Marc gestures to the private rooms with a nod of his head.

Bucky regards Marc’s dark eyes, he had immense respect for the man. They had worked alongside on projects together. There was a certain level of trust the two shared.

“Alright, I’ll bite.” Drowning the rest of the burning liquid, Bucky licks his lips following Marc to the private rooms.

The mercenary knocks on the door. Bucky tucks his hands into his pockets though his gloves are on he prefers to keep them tucked away.

Marc opens the door, “You’re on your own.” He mutters, the archeologist nods, slipping past the threshold. The door closes behind him.

The dim lights and couches are empty. Bucky’s lips quirk in the slightest. Turning to the left he blocks the hand that encircles the knife.

Twisting and gaining control of it, he moves back. Defending himself against the hits.

Landing a few of his own, the bottle green dress twirls around you as you move around him.

A very deadly goddess. He thinks, he hears your amused laugh.

When his gaze meets your eyes, he stops moving. Every cell in his body froze into place.

“Hmm, I do wish we could have played longer, Mr. Barnes.” You tut, hips sashaying as you walk back to the couch, knife twirling between your fingers before you tuck it into the holster on your thigh.

His eyes are free tracking your movements.

What have you done to him?

Was there a drug in his drink?

How is he still upright?

You sigh, sounding bored.

“I do love the theory you came up with for the stone at tonight’s auction.” You sip a very fruity drink, “Hmm at least the alcohol concoctions have improved over the years.”

Years?

“Now, a goddess’ favourite gem, hidden away in her temple, away from prying hands. But her utmost devout servant stole it from her, because he thought she didn’t love him back.” You list the made up theory verbatim.

Slowly Bucky feels his fingers beginning to move, you smile at him.

“Now, the reason I asked for you is, I want the gemstone. I don’t care how you do it, I don’t care what the costs are, you will return that item to me.” You watch as he swallows, testing his throat control.

“Why do you want a stolen relic?” He rasps, soon he feels ropes wrap around his limbs, tightening and pulling him down to his knees dragging him across the floor. When he feels the texture on his skin he realises its scales.

Widened eyes meet yours yet again, you only smile before standing and cupping his jaw. Your nails softly dig into his cheeks.

You turn his head side to side observing him.

“It would be a shame to curse you.” You coo at him. Your free hand stroking his cheek.

“Is there only one way to curse me?” He challenges, your nails dig in a little more. His eyes darken.

You chuckle, “Your conning skills won’t work on me.”

He breathes deeply, keeping his gaze locked with your own.

“You stole from me, Mr. Barnes. When you entered my temple. Tried and then opened my tomb, then decided, ‘Oh, a pretty stone is the way to go’.” You tilt your head as you watch the thoughts in his mind connect, intertwining the loose ends.

“Medusa.” He whispers, sure of himself.

“The one and only.” You smile, Bucky’s lips part in the slightest as you lean in closer, “So tell me, are you going to bring my little gemstone back, my little artefact thief?”

Bucky licks his bottom lip, then his teeth softly dig into the flesh, “It would be foolish to deny a goddess.”

-x-x-x-

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oflightningandstars · 2 months

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AO3 Tag Game!

I was tagged by @mvshortcut and @nobodysdaydreams, thank you both!

How many works do you have on AO3? 15! One of them is fanart, the rest are fics

What’s your total AO3 word count? 27,079

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

3 (the obligatory 4 if you count MBS show and books separately). Nimona, Undertale, and Mysterious Benedict Society! (I've partially written or at least thought about fic in some other fandoms but haven't published anything).

Top five fics by kudos:

(Stuffed) Sharks Have No Bones

Strands of Dead Cells with Sentimental Value (tie)

This head is a hospital, someone please tend to it. (tie) (linked later in the post)

Mysterious Benedict Sleepover (fanart)

Kate comes out to their dad and it is wonderful

and because there was a tie and also one of the entries was fanart, Though heavy hang my eyes with sleep, my singing soul, it cries to thee

(Stuffed) Sharks is fun to me because it is my oldest fic, so it kind of makes sense for it to have the most kudos, but I wrote it several years before the Nimona movie was released and there was a noticeable uptick in people reading it, which was absolutely wild to see since typically I write for MBS which is a small fandom.

Do you respond to comments?

I try!

What’s the fic with the angstiest ending you’ve ever written?

Hmm. I definitely try to aim for hopeful endings, so even though things aren't fixed by the end of either This head is a hospital, someone please tend to it. or you're going too fast, you'll burn up soon, things are definitely looking up for Kate. I like to write Kate angst if you couldn't tell.

Do you write crossovers?

I haven't, but I'm not opposed to it! - that being said, I have some crossover-y art ideas that someday I will actually draw.

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

No thank goodness. I would almost certainly cry.

Do you write smut?

In theory I'm open to it, in practice I don't really.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, and I very much hope not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, it would be very cool. I have thought about trying to translate one of my own before but have never actually tried it.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I must say, I do enjoy a good ship, but I'm not sure I have an all-time favorite? Different ones are special to me for different reasons. But I might have to answer Korrasami because their relationship and the ending of the show were so so important to me as a queer kid who was just starting to figure that out.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

Ough. I don't want to put any of my Space Opera AU stuff in this category because that would make me sad. So I will just say I have a number of partially-written fics that I forget about and who knows if I will actually finish them.

What are your writing strengths?

I am contractually obligated to answer this question, I am contractually obligated to answer this question, I am contractually obligated...

Jokes aside, I think I have interesting ideas, and there are certain flavors/styles of description I enjoy writing.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing the fic. Getting into the writing zone, especially lately.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I think it's interesting! I would probably be too anxious to do it, no matter how well I knew the other language (though to be fair I google words and phrases in English to double check that they are things people say)

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

My friends and I plotted and partially wrote Doctor Who fanfic in the format of a season of the show/episode scripts, so I think Doctor Who. The first fandom I published a fic for was Nimona.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

oooh this is hard, I like so many of them for so many different reasons.

Every time I type out an answer, I go "wait, actually maybe a different one?"

Maybe 'you're going too fast, you'll burn up soon' because it took me so long to write but I'm so proud of it

Tagging: anyone who wants to!

#thank you both for tagging me #fanfiction #tag game

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roo-ster-brad-shaw · 9 months

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Desires in the Dark

A dark mafia romance between Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and female character

Warnings: Themes of torture, death, swearing, rough sex, sex without consent, kidnapping. Fluff and Smut. Suggested for those above 18 years of age.

Note: You can change the description and note of the fem character to match your needs. Most importantly enjoy reading all you filthy people 😉

PS: Sorry this a little less slutty than the last 2 chapters, but I wanted to post ASAP and didn't get time as I was travelling. Also, thank you for all the love and support! 😁

Chapter 4

I woke up the next morning from the best sleep I had in years. I always had the most horrible nightmares every night, but this night had been dreamless or at least I thought so. I closed my eyes as I took a deep breath, her face appeared before mine. Had she been my freedom from my night terrors? I exhaled the breath I had been holding. My phone rang and I picked it up while staring at the street below.

“Hmm?”, I hummed absent mindedly.

“Get ready bitchass, I’ll be at your place in 15 minutes to pick you up. Ask your bodyguard to get ready too.”

“Only if you track a name for me”

“A name?”

“Aditi”

“That’s all ya got?”

“Mhmm”

“Fuck. Any description?”

“Dark-skinned. Straight, dark hair. Deep, brown, doe eyes.” I caught myself before I could get lost in describing her and in-advertently revealing my true intentions.

“I’ll get you what I got.”

“Fine”, I replied as I cut the phone. I shot a text to Seresin- Get ready. Phoenix is coming to get us in 15

Noted- Seresin texted back.

I bathed and changed into my usual work attire- a simple coloured shirt and a suit on top. Today’s colours would be red on the inside with black on the outside, it seemed. I quickly descended the stairs after setting my hair in place and grabbing my Ray Bans. Jake stood there wearing his usual attire.

“Good morning, sir. Hope your night was pleasant?”

“Yeah, thanks Seresin. How about you?”

I could see the surprise etched all over his face as he simply nodded in response.

“Hey, grab a set of casuals. You’ll need it today.”

“Alright, sir, if you say so.” He was confused but did as I commanded. He wasn’t so incompetent after all. I too headed upstairs to pack myself a different suit set as I decided what I should wear for today evening. I wanted to go for a classic tux to match her gorgeous red slit dress, one that I had seen a couple days back in the window of a shop. I packed that and headed downstairs with Seresin.

“Do me a favour. Get my black Huracan and go to that dress shop. The one owned by Liv. Buy a red slit dress in XXL size. Tell her I’ll pay the next time I come there. Then come back to the office and show me the dress immediately.”

“Alright, sir. But will you and Phoenix manage without me?”

“We’ll be just fine Seresin.” He headed off with a curt nod. I saw Natasha parked outside and headed off to meet up with her. I got into her car and we drove off.

She broke the silence by saying, “I found the girl.”

“Phone number? Address?”

“Everything”, she smirked, “The question is- why do you want to know?” I gritted my teeth and she hummed in response.

“She owes me something and I just wanna make sure I get my dues”

“Alright. I’ll send the details to you.” She had conceded. This was so unlike her; she never gave up so easily. But I chose to count my blessings and move on.

The day’s business moved on and I was just waiting for Hangman to show up with the dress. I wanted to give it to her as soon as possible. It was now 9:30 am, just one hour had passed since I started working and I already wanted to skip to 7 pm. I scrolled through my phone and found the number for the best restaurant in the city. I wanted to take her there, to show her the power I had. I wanted to impress her with all I had, with all my achievements. I wanted to give her no reason to see another man as better than me. But, would all this be enough? I sighed as I heard my door creak open.

“I have brought a dress, as requested, sir.”

“Thank you, Jake. I appreciate it.” He nodded and opened the package, revealing the gorgeous dress inside. It was red, as requested. I was short enough, reaching about knee-length for her height, which made up for the lack of a slit.

I lost myself in my thoughts, which mostly consisted of picturing her in the gorgeous dress. I imagined her, walking into the restaurant, her dark eyes searching for mine in the crowd. As she finds me, she’s surprised and I stand up and grin at her. She walks over and I notice her light makeup and delicate jewellery that she dons very effortlessly. She looks fucking gorgeous. I pulled her into a hug, inhaling her heavy perfume. My thoughts then took a dark turn. I was kissing her now, my wet kisses trailing down her neck. I left hickeys and bite marks as I inched towards her breasts. I could feel her pebble nipples. I gently massaged them from over the dress with one hand as the other inched lower to finger her pussy. It was wet and tight. I entered her as she gasped in response. She moaned my name and buried her head into my neck. Her hands snaked around my neck, trying to maintain her composure and posture. I could feel myself getting hard just imagining it.

“Sir, shall I pack it back up?” His words shook me out of my day dreaming. I hummed in response and nodded.

“Change into your casuals as well. I need us to run another errand.”

“Alright, sir.”

“And bring the dress with you.”

We were parked near her house now. I could see a dark window, which I guessed was hers. She hadn’t checked her phone by now. Suddenly I saw movement in the window. I pondered for a few moments, formulating a text message. I suddenly got a call from Phoenix. I picked it up, utterly surprised.

“Parked under her house?” I was completely taken aback! How did she know?!

“Are you tracking me Natasha?!” I was going to rip her fucking head off if she was.

“Yep”, she said defiantly.

“What the hell! What is wrong with you! Leave me the fuck alone!”

“If you need help texting her or talking to her, I’m here to help.”

“I don’t need your fucking help!”

“Remind me how many girls have you actually dated? Like taken somewhere, spent more than a night fucking?”

“One”

“Only one, that being me.” I saw Hangman’s eyes widen as the cat jumped out of the bag.

“What’s your point?”

“I know more about romance than you do.”

“How come? How many guys have you dated?” I asked in a sing-song manner to annoy her.

“Definitely more than one. See, I can see you care about her. Let me help you, Rooster.”

“What gave you that impression?”

“You didn’t try to kill her when she spilt that drink. You didn’t try to force her. You bought her a dress. And I can presume you want to give her your all by the way you are actually planning this date?”

“How do you know about the club Phoenix?” I hissed into the phone.

“You do know who your chief of security is, right?” I grunted in response.

“Fine.”

“Good. Now, what exactly do you wish to accomplish with this ‘visit’ of yours?”

“Nothing. Just informing her that we have a dinner date at 7 pm and that I have a dress for her.”

“Fine. You should text her something very dominating yet sweet. She’ll like that.”

“Like what?”

“God, must I do everything?” She rolled her eyes. “Wish her a good morning. Ask her if she slept well. Then tell her about the date and dinner.”

“How’s ‘Good morning, beautiful. Hope you slept well and dreamt of me. Just a reminder, we have a dinner date @7 pm today. I’ll send you a dress and pick you up. Don’t be late. Love, Bradley.’”

“You’ll be a natural in no time.”

“Sent. You can go now. Bye.”

“Bye bitch!” She said enthusiastically. I rolled my eyes and smiled in response.

“Jake, why don’t you go deliver the parcel? I’ll wait here, I don’t wanna spook her.”

“Alright”, he sighed. I gave him a tight-lipped smile.

I sighed as I watched him go into the building. I heard the bell ring and saw two people move in the window. I had guessed right, albeit it was an educated one. I was now enthusiastic for the date. I let out a shaky breath as I smiled to myself. I could do this. I could manage both my commitments. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the head rest. I heard Jake close the door. I opened my eyes to look at him.

“Thank man. I know this wasn’t in the job description but I’m really thankful to have you by my side.”

His eyes softened, “I’m glad you see it that way. And I’m happy to help out.” He grinned as he completed his sentence.

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bbiemochi · 2 years

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Hello! Could you do some hcs on how Diluc, Zhongli, and Itto (if you write for girls, maybe Yoimiya or Hu Tao as well) reacting to a s/o who has a lot of pets? Like, they just have a whole dang zoo in their house. Thanks and have a beautiful day!

𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗 | various genshin characters

[an]: hello, sweetheart <3 ! tysm for requesting! (*^ω^*) when i saw this request my mind literally started to browse for title inspos and this was the best shot i could find :,} either way, thank u for the wait! also! don’t worry, i do one shots for girls as well since i’m a bisexual ^o^

summary: two words of why they love you. animal lover. the most sweetest animal lover they could ever meet. yet they didn’t expect you to be quite the collector…

pairing: diluc, zhongli, itto, hu tao, & yoimiya x g/n!reader! [ separated ! ]

genre: fluff! (small comedy added)

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diluc

• his first thought was: oh my archons, this person loves animals so much how lovely of them.

• however, when he saw you owning a lot of animals more than he expected, diluc was a little surprised ^^’

• but he won’t judge! don’t worry!

• my man’s not like that

• he offers you small help from him to take care of your animals, and you happily agreed! you did love him after all <33

• from time to time he would visit your place with presents for your pets. some food, toys, good health products for them, etc.

• he just really helps out TT <33

• news flash! your animals really like him! \(//∇//)\

• even the naughty cats you kept have an attachment towards your boyfriend ^^’ now they kinda won’t let him go…

• he didn’t even try

• you didn’t expect him to also be good with animals

• well he did own a pet tortoise when he was young, so where’s the surprise?

• “wait, which one of them is winter? there are literally two white cats in here.”

• “winter is the one with pure blue eyes and he’s a boy. snowy is the one with heterochromia, and she’s a girl.”

• is a little confused with all their names but don’t worry he’s got the spirit!

• once he’s now used to the atmosphere in your place, he finds it quite comforting with your pets. sorta like his stress reliever

• of course, you were his main comfort <3 his home <3

• it was like you guys were one big happy family with your pets as your children :,} <33

• now all that’s left is an offspri—

zhongli

• the former geo archon quite knew you got to at least have one or two pets.

• but boy did he not expect a whole family of them

• the first time he sees you own a lot of pet animals, he was calm. stoic as always.

• he wore a small smile on his face, and gently pet one of them.

• zhongli was just happy you were comfortable with this lifestyle :)

• he would question if you were able to work everyday properly without these guys distracting

• and of course, you said yes ^^ the animals weren’t really a bother, and besides they were a comfort zone for you !

• taking care of them is your sanctuary

• surprisingly your pets were surrounded all over like he was some sort of animal magnet

• “they really seem to like you a lot already, zhongli.”

• “hmm..”

• it’s not something you should think about, old man, you’re literally still an archon 👹

• he’s familiar of how to do proper animal care, bet on that

• although he’s not an animal person himself, zhongli promises that he’ll try to be familiar with each of your pets in your home so that he could help you out sometimes if he’s not busy :)

• “these little creatures were once seen thousands of years ago…” aw shit, here we go again

• would probably tell you the history of each animal in your home without a question

• it wasn’t like you were complaining, in fact it was quite funny ToT

• never the less, the animals enjoyed your lover’s company, and that was all that matters for you <3 :,}

itto

• THE NUMERO UNO LOVESSS YOUR PASSION FOR ANIMALS >;DD

• IN FACT HE’S YOUR NUMBER 1 SUPPORTER ALONG WITH HIS BOYS + KUKI SHINOBU

• HE PROMISES YOU HE WOULD SHARE HIS LOVE FOR U AND YOUR PETS

• HE WAS ALSO HAPPY WHEN HE SAW YOU STILL TAKING CARE OF THE ONIKUBUTO HE GAVE YOU A LONG TIME AGO <33

• PROBLEM WAS:

• half of your pets hate him

• :,}

• OUR BOY DIDN’T DO ANYTHING ToT

• some of them like him tho don’t worry :,}

• he got some scratches from the cats bUT HEY HE’S ALRIGHT

• kuki told u he came crying to her bcuz some of ur pets don’t like him :((

• he declined that happening (even if it did)

• EVEN IF HALF OF YOUR PETS HATED HIM, HE STILL VISITS TO INCREASE HIS FRIENDSHIP TO THEM

• it was a long way but not too long

• BECAUSE ONE DAY: the cat that scratched him finally started to like the oni!

• success!

• he continued doing this until all the animals were used by his presence

• you were so proud of him :,} <3

• in the end, they all liked itto ^o^

hu tao

• oya? >:D

• her s/o with a ton of pets?

• now she was a fan

• at first when she saw the jungle inside of your home, hu tao was a little bamboozled

• BUT SHE LOVED IT AFTERWARDS DON’T WORRY :DD

• thing was your pets were afraid of the wangsheng director

• can’t blame them tho

• the girl almost carries that floating ghost around her all the time

• “in case one of your pets die, i guess the wangsheng funeral parlor accepts animal burying.”

• she apologized a lot after saying that

• NEVERTHELESS

• when she visits your place, there were these two new born kittens in your house that she would walk towards to all the time ^^

• she’d tell a horror story sometimes (which freaked some of your pets out, including the small crimson foxes who loved laying on your lap for head pats).

• her favorite part of your place was the kittens and the weasels you kept!

• “aya, looks like they’re still afraid to come close to me :(”

• “that’s because you keep scaring them, hu tao :{”

• she’s sorry :{ can’t help it

• but you still love her <33 it’s alright, hu tao—the animals will grow one day loving you

yoimiya

• :DDDD

• CUTIEEEEE !!

• yoimiya aDORESS how many pets you had !

• she was just this rush of energy when she saw so many adorable animals lying over your place!

• and she was even more happier when your animals liked her back!

• 🎉🎉🎉

• every. single. day. she would visit your place to see you and these adorable little creatures ToT

• she was goddamn surprised to see a bake-danuki living in your place like how in the world are that good? 😥

• very caring towards your pets!

• she even made sure each animal is comfortable in their own way in order for them not to relax negatively

• whenever you two cuddle, these two weasels would suddenly squeeze between you two ToT

• she wasn’t mad or irritated she was actually even more happy!

• “haha! you two wanna cuddle as well? alright then!”

• if you just kiss her forehead she would melt and forget about the weasels in front <33

• she asks if your animals saw fireworks before and you immediately said yes a lot of times in order to avoid the girl to set up another firework party in your area ^^’

• getting scolded by the tengu would be the last thing you’d want :,)

• “but y/n~ :((”

• “maybe next time when there’s a special occasion?” ^^’

• ily yoi dw <33

***

a/n: after writing this i immediately went and search for my cat/srs

request: opened!

#lucy’s works 📚✨#lucy works 🍕💗#genshin impact #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #itto x reader #zhongli x reader #hu tao x reader #yoimiya x reader #💌. lucyanswers

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addcests · 5 months

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a family is you, and you, and :: ch1 - ao3 mirror

pairing the addcest is there if you believe

words 1214

rating [T]

summary "Hey, Dominator, where's Psyker?" It's an innocent question, at first. And then it rings, rings, rings through Dominator's mind constantly, like an incessant nagging that he doesn't want to quite acknowledge presently. Not yet. So he doesn't. "He's out." It's not a complete lie, anyway. --- If you'd ask each Add what family meant, they'd have similarly different answers. A contradiction in and of itself—a testament to the very conception of their existence. Yet, there lies one thing wholly similar; a conviction all three share: they'd fight for their family. And now they must.

note welcome to the found family Add fic that no one asked for :'D i feel like this fic is very different for me. in a lot of ways + this fic is very story/plot-driven in comparison to most of my other writing if that makes sense too! so... this has been a fic of great personal exploration for me... with many struggles! this fic has also been in the works for a year now and has about half its chapters done! i truly aim to finish this one 😭 anyway... even though it's a bit different, and even though i have lots of hopes and ideas i'm not sure i quite captured how i'd like, i hope you all can find something to still like about it and enjoy the fun i had writing this silly little thing... ! thanks so much for supporting my writing all these years! cheers o/ note pt. 2: will be uploading chapter 2 soon as well!

“Hey, Dominator, where’s Psyker?”

It’s an innocent question, at first. And then it rings, rings, rings through Dominator’s mind constantly, like an incessant nagging that he doesn’t want to quite acknowledge presently. Not yet. So he doesn’t.

“He’s out.”

It’s not a complete lie, anyway.

“Hmm,” comes Esper’s reply, unsatisfied certainly but Dominator isn’t here to satisfy the ever-curious time hopper’s curiosity.

Instead of the topic at hand, the scientist switches to something else revolving around the brawler since he seems so keen on talking about him. He clears his throat, nudging some of his holographic displays aside, and rolling back in his chair to at least make eye contact with Esper finally, then starts, “Speaking of him, if you hang around here too long. As you know, Psyker will be upset if you miss dinner. It’s about that time, isn’t it?” Dominator tries to put on a convincing smile. “He likes feeding you.” As it’s in his nature, the way his smile curves into a teasing smirk is something he does little to prevent. “He always did have a soft spot for you, you know.”

At that, Esper sports a slight warmth on his cheeks for a fraction of a second then just as quickly turns to regard Dominator fully too. Pauses. There is something more on his mind. They both know it. Esper, normally not one to hold back on his thoughts, does just that instead.

Dominator does not want to think about why. And fortunately for the unnerved scientist, Esper decides to spare him this time.

What he says instead is, “I’ll save you a slice of cheesecake for next time. I’m sure he won’t mind.” Esper flashes a full teeth smile towards Dominator as he opens up a portal.

“I don’t think he’d appreciate that." But despite disagreeing, Dominator’s voice is light and mirthful, chuckling at Esper’s own bemused shrug.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

And, just like that, in a blink of an eye, it’s almost as if Esper were never there to begin with.

Despite that, the now-gone Esper isn’t aware of how those words linger heavily, stunning the scientist into a silenced little stupor.

A few moments pass and Dominator turns away from the space he’d been occupying mere moments ago. He swivels back to his numerous displays of information and numbers and his mind wanders, numbly. It isn’t until some ding of a process that indicates it is now complete that draws him back to the present. His hands move with automaticity. He types along his holographic keypads, works a little more, and then he blinks and finally stands. He’s unsure if it’s minutes later or hours that drag on. Working in such a way tends to have that sort of effect on him. Makes him lose track of time. But he does not mind.

Standing, he grimaces when he feels his joints protest at the sudden movement. He rubs the palm of his hand to the new knots at his back that he knows he has now from sitting hunched over as he does. Despite overworking himself like this, it isn’t how he toils away for long, grueling hours but it’s the surprise visit that leaves him drained of any motivation to continue. With Esper, there are always more questions than answers—more questions that he can't even begin to fathom presently.

Thus, he feels he is due for a long, long nap.

Stepping into the corridor, the alarmingly loud echo of his shoes clacking against floor tiles is painfully sharp even to his ears. He’s long learned how to drown out that sound though. He finally slips into his bedroom, away from the lab, and starts to dress down, making himself comfortable. Discarding his scarf and reaching for his turtleneck next, fingers at the hem, he stops, however.

A photo in a surprisingly plain-looking wooden frame sitting upright catches his wandering gaze.

It’s a picture of them—Mastermind. Himself from before. And, the one Esper keeps asking after, Psyker. Esper is there too, in the middle. They’re smiling, Psyker has him tugged into a hug that he’s trying to push away from but it’s no use thanks to Esper. Psyker is flashing one of those thousand-watt smiles, grinning so brightly. Esper’s connecting them both, hand on Psyker’s shoulder, and his arm linked around Mastermind's waist, beaming happily. Meanwhile, he’s unable to hide his own bashful pout but there’s clearly an arm around Esper as well, tugging him close to his side.

He remembers this picture well.

Dominator flips the picture down on the nightstand, gets into bed, and tries his hardest not to remember.

===== → loading … :\\ destination found: 100% =====

“Hey, Psyker, where’s Esper?”

“Iunno, but I do know he’s late, that’s what he is. This isn’t gonna stay warm forever.”

“Oh, stop that.” Mastermind walks over to the pouting Psyker and nudges him, then takes a seat at their dining table, waving his hand. “You know he wouldn’t miss his favorite for the world. Especially if it’s made by you,” he adds, sneering at the brawler. Having said his piece, he nudges Apocalypse onto the surface, reduced down to his mini form, and looks over some data from earlier in the day that his companion cube relays to him.

“Oi, no work at the table.” Psyker stomps his way over to the scientist, patting along Apocalypse’s surface until it beeps off.

Mastermind exclaims loudly in surprise when his flow of numbers fade away and instead, through the transparency of blank screens, he’s met with Psyker’s annoyed glare. He scoffs and folds his arms, then just as quickly unfolds them and gestures to the now offline Apocalypse, “I was reading that!”

“No work at the table,” Psyker says again, enunciating each syllable clearly through gritted teeth, waving a threatening spatula his way.

“And I said—!”

It’s at that moment that a portal rips open, flinging out Esper at full force who just so happens to land in Mastermind’s arms. Ungracefully. Mastermind, not Esper.

Esper is too busy snuggling up to the poor scientist that’s currently too flabbergasted to realize what’s even happened in the span of a few seconds, struggling to even hold them both upright.

“Well, speak of the devil. I was gonna ask you to help but looks like your hands are… preoccupied,” Psyker snickers their way, not missing Esper’s equally shit-eating grin. “I’ll get everything set up then.”

“Psyker!” Comes Mastermind’s shrill voice, displeased. “Esper! Keep your hands above my shoulders!”

“But I missed you,” comes the time hopper’s childish reply, whining as he seats himself in Mastermind’s lap, attention flipping between the scientist and his unguarded cheesecake in the distance.

Another time.

“Well!” And Mastermind’s got no reply for that. So he settles for the next best thing: deflecting. He starts again, “Where were you, anyway? Stop leaving so much,” and he pauses, sneering at Psyker’s back turned to them, “or else this guy’s going to keep complaining and whine to me about it.”

“I do not whine!”

And almost like nothing’s changed since his little excursion, the two continue their bickering and Esper snuggles more into Mastermind, making himself comfortable as Psyker makes his way back over, their plates of food in hand.

It’s good to be home again.

#addcest #diabolic esper #mastermind (elsword)#lunatic psyker #but is it really lmao #my fanfiction #i forgot my tags lmao i'll find them later

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