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oharabunny · 8 months

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imagine being miguel's live-in doll

Description: You're kind of a loser and horrible at taking care of yourself so much so that he takes it upon himself to be your one and only caretaker.

Word Count: 2271

Warning: yandere!Miguel, OOC!Miguel, coercion, fem!afab!Reader, pitiful!Reader, Author projecting their problems, not beta read

So let’s say your universe collapsed and you were the only one that Miguel managed to save.

Since you have no universe to return to, he allows you to stay in HQ and provides you with a modded dimensional watch to keep you from disintegrating.

You have your own room and access to the amenities in HQ like the cafeteria and the training center.

Honestly you hit the jackpot because before your universe collapsed you were a loser who barely scraped by for your shitty apartment. You never graduated college, and you job hopped between minimum wage jobs.

The catch was that you are not allowed to leave the premises. Apparently the outside world is too dangerous and overwhelming for someone of your time. For a while, you didn’t seem to have an issue.

First couple months passed, and you loved having no responsibilities and being able to laze around, but you quickly found that to be very boring PLUS you had survivor’s guilt and wanted to be useful for Miguel, who saved you.

So you ask him for a job to do and he seems a little impressed. You are just an ordinary human so he gives you the job as his assistant that doesn't handle sensitive and complicated information.

He may have regretted a little for assigning you a job because now he sees you as a clumsy oaf. It’s not like you couldn’t do your job properly, but you always somehow trip, fall, scrape, and bump into everything. Not a single day were you not mildly injured.

What sealed the deal one day was when an anomaly broke out in HQ and you were caught in the crossfire.

Basically, you are never going to have freedom ever again.

You are rushed to med bay and diagnostics concluded that your injuries are not life threatening, but for some reason he never left your side. Was it pity? It couldn’t be, because pity wouldn’t make him stay while you healed.

He basically wouldn’t let you discharge until every single cut on you was healed and sealed.

When you are discharged, he tells you that you’re no longer sufficient for the job and will be promptly relocated to a safehouse aka his apartment.

You almost fought him on the spot because you enjoyed your job and being able to socialize with the other Spider people. (Which you didn’t know had him seething)

Also, you would be a horrible roommate.

He didn’t give you much choice because it was either his apartment or be homeless.

You couldn’t risk being homeless in a futuristic society with nothing but the clothes on your back.

He personally escorts you to his apartment and to no one’s surprise it was luxurious and spacious. However, it was plain and boring like his taste.

You have free range in his apartment since there was nothing particularly important stashed there. All of it would be at HQ anyway. He practically lives there.

While he did give you a salary when you had your job, but not enough to sustain yourself forever since he fired you. So, he lets you use his credit card to order groceries and whatever you want within reason. And yes he will be monitoring every purchase.

And of course, he also tells you you’re not allowed to leave the apartment. For any reason. Unless you have his explicit permission.

And if you ever do try to leave, the door has a very loud alarm when opened and he is immediately alerted. Even if you manage to get three steps out of the apartment building, he’ll haul your ass back.

Or if you actually do make it into the streets, he has your location pinged in real time from your dimensional watch that he also made completely locked to your wrist (to your dismay cuz it’s so ugly and clashes with your outfits).

Man, you just wanted to go for a walk.

But he’ll just tell you to sit on the balcony that is completely sealed all around only allowing light in so don’t even bother trying to jump.

Anyways.

Since he won’t be coming by often, you can basically redecorate and redesign it to suit your preferences. If anything, he encourages it.

It was fun for a while, but having no structure in life caused you to spiral. As a certified loser with executive dysfunction, you ordered take out and instant food everyday, left trash to build up over time without taking it out, slept and woke up at random hours of the day, and showered once a week.

He definitely knows you are spiraling. He hid many many cameras all over his apartment before taking you here.

He comes by unannounced one day while you are sprawled on the couch, sleeping, with the TV running.

Yeah he cleans everything and takes out all your trash. He wakes you up. You’re startled. And he just tells you that you need to shower.

Man how embarrassing is that. You stank like butt.

You apologized profusely, but he doesn’t seem to care. He wasn’t mad but he definitely pitied you.

You go to the bathroom right away to take a shower and he follows you.

You’re like wtf get out.

He then exposes the fact he knows you’re a clumsy idiot who definitely slipped and hit your head multiple times before.

Still, you think he doesn’t need to watch you shower right? RIGHT???

Wrong, he is going to personally wash you head to toe.

Yeah you are definitely fighting his ass off because you two are not that close and also you’re not handicapped! But he keeps treating you like one.

You kept struggling and kicking him like a baby which did annoy the shit out of him so he bit you so his venom can paralyze you.

He strips you bare and tests the water temperature before setting you down on the shower bench. He is very thorough with you. He scrubbed every spot and yes even your private parts which made you think he was trying to cop a feel.

Oh boy when he starts to wash your hair, you literally melted. Why is this man giving you a full scalp massage????

He even dries you off, lotions your body, and gives you a full skincare routine. WHY DOES HE KNOW YOUR SKINCARE ROUTINE???

Yeah and he also dries your hair off and comb it too. He would style it if he wasn’t too tired that day.

Bruh, he even cuts and buffs your nails and toenails. Applying creams and massages them.

The paralysis seems to wear off around your head and neck area so you’re able to eat and drink. He cooks your favorite dish but he has you drink water as your beverage because you kept having soda so he thinks you should be barred from beverages that weren't water.

And since your body is still paralyzed, he hand feeds you. And for some reason when it comes to helping you drink some water, he spits it into your mouth like a mama bird. And if you weren’t going to open your mouth, he would kiss you.

Now you’re wondering why he’s even here. Why was he doing all of this?

The only answer he tells you is that you’re pathetic and you need someone to take care of you. He took a week off just for you.

You argued with him that he doesn’t need to do all that but he insisted and said you can work through it together.

You think he was going to help you manage your executive dysfunction but nah he was going to do all the housework himself for the whole week and hang out with you.

Well he does try to give you a schedule for when you wake up, what to eat (he literally made you precooked food all labeled and everything), when to work out (he bought you workout gear), and what else you can do in between until when you have to sleep.

He says he’ll come by more often to check up on you so you don’t spiral again. (Which still includes him doing all the housework and washing you)

He went from coming by once a week to every other day, but he usually visits at night. You wondered how he wasn’t drowning in work right now like he usually does.

And every time he visits, he’s taking care of everything you forget to do like when you left dirty dishes in the sink to clean for later.

He makes you take showers with him and it always involves him washing you first before he washes himself. He’ll let you help wash his back though.

He even started making you sleep in the same bed as him and it was hell because he would snore and cough like a dying engine. He keeps you trapped in his arms and legs, and you being a smol bean makes it impossible for you to escape.

He’ll literally start dressing you up, brushing and styling your hair, and doing your makeup every morning even if you want to do it yourself. But it’s interesting to see what he finds attractive on you.

At one point he decides that it was time y’all should get married and have a baby since he literally takes care of you like a baby anyway.

You’re reluctant because you still wanted to figure out what you wanted in life, but because he’s not someone who wastes time in getting what he wants, he’ll just tell you that you can figure it out after you give him your hand in marriage and babies.

You can’t figure out if you hate him or you like him because he does a lot of things without your consent and doesn’t allow you to make your own choices in almost anything, but you also appreciate the sheer amount of effort he makes JUST to take care of you on top of being Spiderman. Plus he’s hot as hell.

In terms of marriage, he doesn’t care for weddings and wants to keep it lowkey. It may sadden you if you love weddings, but it’s not like you have any friends and loved ones anyway. He just wants to have a domestic life with you right away and is not a huge shower.

He’ll make it up to you with the best honeymoon you can ask for. <3

And honestly, especially now that you two are married, he’s going to be a lot more physically affectionate with you and expects you to be the same. Especially whenever he comes home after work, he’s dying for you to pepper kisses and hug him.

The idea of giving birth scares the shit out of you especially when you hear stories of men finding their wives disgusting or how they aren’t there for you in the process or god forbid the husband stitch.

He doesn’t do any of that. He literally worships your body and tbh he’ll be even more proactive in making your life easier that you don’t even lift a finger.

He’ll be on paternity leave so that means he’s gonna stay in the apartment 24/7.

Also, he seems the type to have multiple kids. So, uh, prepare yourself.

And honestly, his controlling and overprotective tendencies are dialed up to the nines after you give birth.

He will watch your every move like a hawk. He’ll hand feed you in every meal. Most of the time he just carries you instead of letting you walk to where you want to go. He blows your nose if it’s stuffy. Massage you when you’re sore. Always being the one to remember when you need to take your medications. Like, literally everything.

And at first when your kids are still babies, he’s extremely protective of them in the same way he is with you. Like taking care of all their bathing and feeding. But as they grow older he definitely loosens his protective hold a little and teaches them skills that helps them learn to be independent.

He even takes them to school, but he usually insists that you stay home until you fight him that you have the right to see your kids at school too.

He still literally does everything in the house and doesn’t let you lift a finger because he partially doesn’t trust you not to hurt yourself.

Which makes your own children think you’re sickly and weak. Because sometimes Miguel would have the kids help you when he’s unable to like delivering your breakfast to your room or doing your dishes.

Ironically, your own children have more freedom and independence than you do.

If he ever does let you go outside, he would be gripping your hand the entire time he doesn’t care if you’re sweating. Or if he has to let go, then his hand has to be somewhere on your body. If not, he will just leash you like a toddler.

Now, I haven’t mentioned how you guys bond, and to briefly sum it up: he is interested in getting to know you such as your personality quirks, hobbies, favorite food, favorite color, etc etc. He does take into consideration what you like especially in terms of aesthetics (you have better taste than him). But if you do anything that could lead you into independence or potential to hurt yourself, he immediately shuts it down.

Honestly, you don’t really get why he does it and how he’s not tired of you, but he enjoys that you’re his doll to take care of. And you can sure as hell bet he's taking care of you until your deathbed. (Imagine him still taking care of all of your needs when he's too old and wrinkly too and ngl that's romantic ❤

A/N: Okay I got a little tired of trying to compress my ideas while trying to describe how exactly crazy this yandere caretaker Miguel would be (even though he would 100% not act like this at all especially if you’re incredibly dysfunctional and unable to take care of yourself with ADHD like me). I rewrote like 4 times to not overwhelm you guys in detail. Even though at the same time, there were areas of detail I didn’t know how to get into. I also at some point lost all my writing and started over again. (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) Sorry if this wasn’t really well written it’s like 6 am right now. I kind of wanna rewrite it when my brain is more organized but I just wanna shoot my idea out there first.

Idk I might delete this later.

I wanted to like credit my inspos to @jessamine-rose for their fic and the manga “My Childhood Friend is Overprotective” by Kumanami Sae (you should check it out it’s so cuteeee)

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dee-morris · 29 days

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Some Random Thoughts on the Nature of Free Will

Thinking about that conversation from the book that got put into The Resurrectionists. Aziraphale is explaining how he and Crowley are good and wicked, respectively, but they have no choice while Elspeth does. Bc humans can't be truly good unless they have the choice to be wicked.

(This is where I usually end up arguing with someone on Twitter lol bc they think Aziraphale is being Mean to Crowley by calling him wicked. It's just a brand name darling, not a judgment call. He literally said in the same breath that he's not TRULY wicked bc he wasn't given a choice.)

So I'm sitting here thinking about free will and the choices the celestials are given, which are not many. And I wonder if one of the reasons they were drawn to the Arrangement was to give them each the choices that humans were born with. One can't be truly good without the opportunity to do wrong, so perhaps being able to work both sides of the equation helped them develop into truly moral beings and not just extensions of their offices. We see in Uz how they're able to work together and bounce off each other to save Job's family, even though the Arrangement didn't properly exist yet.

I've also seen lots of takes and metas that indicate that people view Heaven and Hell as a class system: Heaven is the upper-class privileged majority, while Hell is oppressed, kicked out, downtrodden. I think people forget that the primary difference between the two is aesthetic. Hell has all the same powers as Heaven, and they both intend to burn humanity to the ground in order to prove their gang is best.

No, if we're going to talk about who's got privilege, it's definitely humanity over heaven or hell. We have free will and imagination, which are more miraculous than anything. Sure they've got all these powers and can work miracles and so on, but where's that gotten them? We can actually change things. All they can do is try and influence us to change things, and their success rate isn't high. Two of the most powerful beings in the universe couldn't convince an eleven year old boy to blow things up. That's. Pathetic, actually.

Which brings me back around to the ineffables. Because they actually DO have free will, but I don't think they're used to realizing that they do, which might be why they act a little bone headed sometimes. The show implies and the book comes right out and says that they picked it up from being around humans. And like I said earlier, I think the Arrangement played a big part. They were actually able to choose to do good or evil, a luxury that normally only humans can enjoy.

And the best part of this, for me anyway, is knowing that everything that they are to each other is a conscious choice. Aziraphale didn't want to be a fighter, so he gave his sword away and made the conscious choice to be soft and silly and get into scrapes. And Crowley chooses to come to his rescue because he likes it, not because he is obligated. It's a way for him to choose to do good without getting in trouble. They are each other's outlet to explore humanity in a way that would be impossible if they were on their own.

Aziraphale speaks French badly and flutters his eyelashes and plans elaborate Balls because he loves doing human things and he wants to do them with Crowley. Crowley drives a sleek classic sex machine with bullet hole stickers on the windows and goes on capers and performs daring moves because he loves doing things the human way and he wants to do them with Aziraphale. The way they interact and work together because they WANT to, and not because it's their Great Bloody Destiny or whatever, is so fucking beautiful to me.

#aziraphale #good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale my beloved #good omens meta #crowley good omens #free will #heaven and hell

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artificial-transmutations · 1 year

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Visiting the dentist

Rodrigo was really not looking forward to this day. He had a dentist appointment today and really didn't want to go - but his tooth ache was getting worse every day.

He hated going to the dentist with a passion. Everything about it was just painful or disturbing. No one should be allowed to operate a fricking drill inside his mouth! Even imagining the noise, it would produce made the hairs on his neck stand up in terror.

Standing in the cold winter air in front of the dentist's office made the pain in his mouth even worse, but he struggled whether to enter or just screw it and drive home immediately.

It was no use - on a rational level he knew the pain would only get worse. He sighed and entered the dental office. It was warmer in there, which was good. After hanging up his coat, he didn't actually have to wait long. There were no other patients in the waiting area, which was probably because of the time of day. Rodrigo was an author, so he had the luxury of being able to make appointments like this when other people were at work.

He was a little surprised though, as the person who entered the room after him was not the old woman who was torturing his teeth the last time, but a young and reasonably attractive man, who immediately shook his hand. Rodrigo could very much imagine that man not in a doctors coat but on a beach somewhere, just standing and looking good.

"Hi! I'm Garret, how are you feeling today?"

"Fine", Rodrigo lied, and added: "What happened to Dr. Shaffer?"

"Oh, she retired - actually two years ago! You haven't been here for a while?" Garret answered with a warm smile.

Rodrigo shook his head. "No. To be quite honest I don't like the dentist very much. Not you in particular Dr..."

"Just Garret is fine", Garret said.

"Dr. Garret.", Rodrigo continued, "But the whole place just gives me the creeps."

"No worries!" Garret laughed. "I don't know too many people who actually enjoy visiting the dentist. So, Rodrigo, what brings you to us today?"

Rodrigo didn't know if he was comfortable with the doctor being so first-name-basis with him but went along with it anyway. "Right, so, my teeth are aching, and it's really painful by now. I probably should have come sooner, but,..."

Garret interrupted him. "No worries. Let's just have a look and fix you up. Please get on the chair and open your mouth."

Rodrigo gulped and sat on the clean black faux leather dentist chair. This is where the hell began.

Garret carefully probed around in Rodrigos mouth, using his gloved hand to do so. After a while, he sighed and said:

"Well, there's a whole lot of caries in there I'm afraid. I can start to remove it right away, but it won't be pleasant."

"Ugh." Was all that Rodrigo was able to get out.

"There is another alternative, though. It's a bit more costly but it comes with additional perks. We can fix your teeth entirely painlessly by a new procedure. You will be better than new!"

"Painless sounds good. Okay, I'll take it. What do I have to do?"

"Great choice, Rodrigo. This procedure is really quick. Please take off your shirt."

That struck Rodrigo as a strange request, but everything was better than the drill. So, he exposed his unimpressive white chest, while Garret entered a few commands into his computer.

"Alright, this will only take a few moments. Have fun!" Garret smiled. Rodrigo couldn't help but notice the tent in the doctors trousers. Did he get a boner for some reason?

Suddenly, Rodrigo felt warm. The pulsating pain in his mouth ebbed almost instantly, but the changes did not stop there! His skin cleared up and his face grew a tiny bit squarer than before. Then, the changes continued from his face downward. Suddenly, his arms inflated with muscles, as well as his chest. His shoulders widened and his frame became way more masculine. It didn't expand to bodybuilder-like proportions, but he became way beefier than before. His abs became more defined as well. On his chest, a slight coating of hair grew in, and his skin tone became a healthy shade of tanned pink. Inside his pants, he could feel his pelvis growing wider and packing on meat, as well as his legs, which became stronger and fitter as well. Even his feet expanded a good one or two shoe sizes!

Last, but finally not least, Rodrigo felt his cock increase in size as well. It felt like getting hard, and he probably also was - but the final size of his stiff cock was considerably larger than what he measured before.

In just a few minutes, Rodrigo had been improved all over - including, but certainly not limited to, a whole new set of teeth, which were new and healthy as they could be. Full of wonder, he looked up to Garret, only to find that the other man had gotten rid of his own shirt as well and bent down to him, smiling and asking:

"Care to try out the full package before you leave?"

#male transformation #muscle transformation

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kilistina · 1 year

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hiii just wanted to say i love ur posts so much. ur so good at writing pls never stop😫 i just finished reading punk 57 and the whole “tell me something true” line has me in a CHOKEHOLD. pls pls pls write about assholery being cold and distant with y/n out of nowhere even though they’re friends. can the reader be fem and have bunny as a nickname too? it’s been on my miiind and i just know you’ll write it to perfection <33

i fucking ADORE this suggestion sm. whoever you are, message me pls bc i wanna rack your brain for more lmao

lmk if you wanna be tagged in part 2 when—if—it comes out <3 i hope y’all enjoy this part though bc it’s truly one of my favourites so far.

i recommend listening to these two songs while reading: wet dream - wetleg, desire - meg myers

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dirty dancing. pt1

word count: 4.4k-ish

disc. nsfw content ahead. mdni. brief coke mention—in passing, includes fem! reader n harry styles, bold ass language, kinda slow burn but not really, some sexy dancing ig n aaaangst. enjoy my whores <3

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Things have been weird with Harry for a while now. You’re not exactly sure how or why the rift even started, but it did. And it’s only been getting worse.

You’ve been friends for what—two years now? Never too close, but close enough to be able to communicate about any issues you’ve had with each other. You and Harry don’t really argue, he’s not the confrontational type. Not with you, anyway. And not when he’s sober.

You aren’t the biggest fan of confrontation either. When things get too heated or overwhelming, you cry. It embarrasses you—being unable to handle your emotions. You know that you’re only human, and you’d never judge someone else for crying in the middle of an argument, but because it’s you, because you know yourself so well, you judge yourself over it. Weird pattern, but hey, it’s real.

Right now, you’re out at a bar with your friends—the same group you’ve been hanging around since high school. Mitch and Sarah have been highschool sweethearts for as long as you can remember, they’re like the parents of the group. The cool parents. The parents everyone secretly wishes they could have. Niall and Lewis are attached at the hip, too—platonically. Been best friends since the day they met.

You’re the closest with Niall since you’ve been living with him through college, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You have other girlfriends but they’re not as close to you as Niall and Sarah are. Sarah’s like a diamond you’ve always loved. They all are. They’ve always been by your side when you needed them—Harry included. You got lucky, sure. Not everybody has the luxury of picking the good ones before college and life gets in the way.

The bar is slowly coming to life. People who came for a meal are leaving, and people in the mood for a night of drinking and dancing are all piling in. You’re excited. It’s been way too long since you’ve let loose. You’ve been too stumped with work and college lately, you’ve barely had any time to breathe without someone breathing right there with you. And of course, you enjoy the company of others. But when you have to be sober for it all? Eh.

Harry’s similar to you in that sense. He loves socialising. Absolutely adores it. He’s an extrovert. But after weeks of constant company, he gets burnt out. The only thing that helps toughen the blow is alcohol. Or coke, but he’s stopped that for a while now.

You prop your elbows up on the edge of the bar and lean against it, looking around for the bartender. He has his back to you, mixing someone else’s drink. You clear your throat and he turns his head to the side, catching sight of you and nodding his head to let you know he’ll be a moment. You nod back and wait, turning to face your friends.

“Anyone wanna shot with me?” You arch a brow at your five friends, and they all smirk and nod their heads. Harry included. “We all good for a vodka?”

Everyone nods a second time in response, and you turn back to face the bartender.

“What can I do for you, gorgeous?” He shoots you a warm smile.

“Five shots of vodka, please.” You smile back at him and he nods.

“Straight?”

“No, gay,” You murmur a witty reply and he laughs, beginning to fill five shot glasses for you. You swear you can hear Harry coughing back a laugh from behind you too, but you don’t pay him any attention.

You double tap your phone’s off switch, activating the apple pay, and you hold it up to pay for your drinks.

“No need, beautiful,” The bartender holds his hand up, “This round’s on me.”

You shrug, exhaling dramatically, “I won’t try and convince you to let me pay.”

“I wouldn’t let you try.” The attractive bartender plays along, smirking at you.

You mouth a quick thank you to him and he gives you one final wink before turning his attention to the small group of girls next to you, catering to them now. You grab the shot glasses off the counter and hand them out to everyone, and you all hold them up and clink them together before downing them in seconds.

“Fuck,” Sarah sticks her tongue out as if that’s going to help the taste in her mouth, “Never gets easier does it?”

“Doesn’t need to,” Niall grins proudly, setting his shot glass down on the counter, “You’re just weak.”

“Yeah we fuckin’ get it, you’re an Irish heavyweight. We should all bow down at your feet, you’re a king and we’re peasants who can’t handle a measly shot.” Lewis rolls his eyes and pretends to worship him.

Niall frowns in confusion, “Who you calling a heavyweight?”

Harry snorts at the two men bickering. They’re like two peas in a pod, and typically, people who are so close tend to argue every now and then.

The group has that dynamic. Sarah and Mitch, Niall and Lewis, you and Harry? You’re not sure if you and Harry count. You’re not as close as the others. You wouldn’t call him a best friend. A friend, yes. A good friend? That’s pushing it, but still, yes. A best friend? No.

It’s not that you wouldn’t like to be closer. You’ve just never really been given the chance. Harry’s always kept a safe distance from you. You’ve hardly ever spent time alone, always speaking and engaging with each other the most when others are around to witness it. Sure, a part of you wishes that Harry would pay you more attention, but the other part of you doesn’t think he deserves it. If he wanted to, he would, right?

“And aren’t you Irish too?” Niall questions Lewis, continuing on with their unserious bickering.

“Yeah like a third,” Lewis shrugs, “From my dad’s side, but you already knew th—stop deflecting. Y/N, tell him to stop deflecting from how much of a cock he is.” He points towards you and tries to get you involved.

You giggle and shrug your shoulders, “You are a bit of a cock sometimes, Ni.”

“Both of you can suck me, honestly. I’m fuckin’ great.” Niall flicks his hair dramatically and you and Lewis snicker.

“I’m with Niall,” Harry lightly nudges Niall’s chest with his elbow, joining in on the joke, “Both of you can suck him.”

“You fucking weirdos,” Mitch shakes his head at the lot of you, not surprised in the slightest by your antics, “Miss Jones and I are gonna go dance, you lot can either keep bickering or come join us. Choice is yours.”

With that, they both head for the dance floor together, holding their hands in the air and laughing.

“I’m joining those twats,” Lewis gestures to them, looking at the rest of you, “You three game?”

Niall nods, “Course. Harry, Y/N?”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” You nod towards the bar, “I feel like some more drinks.”

Everyone’s attention shifts to Harry. He clears his throat as he thinks for a moment, “Yeah, me too. Be there in a bit.”

Lewis and Niall both nod at Harry and beeline for the dance floor, already beginning to bicker again on the way. You giggle at the sight of them and shake your head, turning to face the bar again. Harry joins you, standing by your side. Neither of you look at each other, you keep your eyes in front of you at the neat array of liquor set along the counter.

“Nice night, don’t you think?” You break the awkward silence threatening to form between the two of you.

You catch sight of Harry nodding his head, “Always a nice night with this lot.”

Dry as fuck. You might not be close with Harry, but you aren’t stupid. You know the way he speaks to people, you’ve seen it. Harry could have an hour long conversation with a tree. But with you, it seems like a fucking chore.

You want to scoff. You want to scoff at how fucking childish Harry’s acting with you. Why can’t he look at you or have a normal conversation with you?

You sigh, not wanting to overreact over such a minor reply and ruin the night for yourself. Although Harry seems to be doing a decent job of that himself.

“Can’t argue with that.” You murmur.

“Mhm.” Harry murmurs and you wait a beat for him to say something else, anything else.

He doesn’t.

That’s it.

“I feel like I don’t know you.” Your words spill out before you can stop them.

Harry’s taken by surprise. He turns to face you. Now he’s looking, at least. “Sorry?”

“I feel like I don’t know you.” You sigh, repeating yourself.

“What is there to know?” He furrows his eyebrows at you, gesturing to the bartender that he wants a glass of something.

“You tell me, Harry Styles.”

He sighs, running a hand through his curly hair, “Y/N, what are you trying to get at here?”

You shrug, “I dunno, I feel like I click with everyone else. I’ve got a connection with everyone, H. Everyone but you.” Your words come out harsher than you intended. You’d feel a little guilty if they weren’t true. But they are.

“That was unnecessary.” Harry murmurs so quietly that you almost don’t hear him.

“You asked me a question and I answered it.” You stand your ground, sick of Harry’s half-assed efforts to conversing with you. You’re a catch, your friendship is amazing, and you’re great to talk to. What the hell is Harry’s problem?

He laughs, scoffing at you in disbelief, “Fuck, you’re such a bitch sometimes.”

You almost choke on your own saliva, “Excuse me?”

“You fuckin’ heard me, Y/N. I called you a bitch. Because that’s what you are half the time when shit doesn’t go your way.” Harry doesn’t know where this is all coming from, but it’s coming.

He doesn’t mean it, obviously. He’d never mean that. He doesn’t think you’re a bitch. Again, never. But he’s angry. He’s angry and you’re angry and you’re both speaking without thinking it through properly and you’re both making an absolute mess of the situation and each other—

“What the fuck?” You stare at Harry in shock, your eyes wide with disgust.

He’s confused by your offended reaction, “What, are you surprised or something? Come on, Bunny. You know better than that.”

“You don’t have to be such an ass,” You scold him, “We used to get along. We used to be closer. We’ve never been as close as the others but at least we used to speak. At least I was able to walk into a room knowing you were there and look forward to it.”

His face relaxes at your words. He knows you mean well. You’ve both been hotheaded for a moment but now you seem to be calming down. You’re bringing your point across well and he can’t fault you for it.

“But what now? What fuckin’ now, H? You never speak to me when we’re alone, and then when you finally do, it’s this. It’s an attack on my character. Does this shit get you off or something?”

Never mind.

Harry scoffs at your sudden change in tone, feeling agitated again, “Fuck you.”

You slam your hand on the counter, “Fuck you, Harry!”

He glares at you as you continue scolding him, “What the hell are we even doing here? Go spend time with your actual friends.”

“Hey, wait a second. What?” He leans his head to the side in confusion, not knowing what you mean, “We’ve known each other for years, Bunny.”

“I don’t know a single thing about you.” You point out, making him roll his eyes. “Don’t roll your—“

“Where’s my favourite place to eat?” Harry cuts you off with a question. A question that you know the answer to.

 “That’s not—”

“Where do I go when I’m upset?” Again, another question you can answer.

“Harry—”

“How did I get the scar on my chin?” That’s a special question. You gave it to him the day you met.

You sigh, knowing where he’s going with this. He’s not understanding what you’re trying to tell him and it infuriates you.

You tap the tips of your fingers on the countertop, feeling anxious, “That’s not what I—”

“You do know me, Y/N. we don’t need to speak every two seconds or braid each other’s hair to know each other well.”

Your eyes begin to prick with tears. That isn’t what you meant and he knows that.

“That’s not what I meant.” You lower your voice as it threatens to crack.

“Then what did you mean, Bunny?” He crosses his arms and stares at you, waiting on an explanation.

You groan, throwing your head in your hands.

The truth is, you can explain. You can explain everything you’re feeling well. But is that going to get you anywhere right now? Maybe. Maybe not. You have a better idea.

“Do you consider me a friend?”

Harry’s face drops. You can tell that he’s upset and borderline offended that you’re even asking that question.

Of course you’re friends. You’ve been friends for years. He adores you. Why can’t you see that he adores you?

“Bunny..” He takes a step towards you, and you take one back.

“Do you?” You insist on getting a solid answer.

“Of course I consider you a fr—”

“Don’t lie.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“I’m not—”

“Tell me something real, Harry. Please. God, please just tell me something that isn’t base level for once,” You beg, “Tell me something true.”

He raises his eyebrows slightly. He’s taken back. He wasn’t expecting that from you at all.

He stays silent.

“You can’t, can you?” You scoff at him, not knowing why you expected anything to come from this conversation. You should’ve known better than to be hopeful about how things were going to go with Harry..because it’s Harry, “I don’t know why I thought you’d—“

“I still smoke cigarettes.” Harry cuts you off, blurting out an admission. He tenses his jaw in realisation—he’s just as shocked as you are.

Oh.

Your eyes widen at his confesion. Harry’s been gloating to everyone about how he so easily quit smoking three months ago. You’re all so proud of him, considering how difficult it is to quit something cold turkey the way he did. The rest of you haven’t been able to shake the bad habit. Apparently, neither has he.

“You do?” You question.

He nods, “Less. But I do.”

“Why?”

He almost smiles at your question, “Why do I smoke?”

“Why did you lie about it?”

He sighs, looking down as he answers you, “Everyone’s got something, right? Sarah and Mitch have their relationship, Niall has his singing, Lewis has his stand-up every Friday, you have your double degree. I just wanted something that everyone could be proud of. Felt like something small like that would’ve been manageable to keep hidden from everyone.”

You frown, “Harry..”

“No,” He shakes his head, refusing to let you feel sorry for him, “No. Seriously, no. We’re not about to do pity. That’s not what we do with each other.”

“Okay,” You clear your throat and agree to let it go, grabbing a now filled shot glass and handing it over to him, “Drink?”

He smirks at you, silently thanking you as he reaches forward and takes the shot glass from you.

“Sorry for calling you a bitch.” He murmurs, offering you a small, sincere smile.

You give him one back, “Sorry for being one.”

His small smile turns into a grin.

“To the truth.” You hold your glass up to cheers his with.

“To the fuckin’ truth.”

You both down your shots and tap them down on the counter to gesture for the bartender to refill them. He complies and neither of you waste a second to down the next ones. Over and over, shot after shot, you continue to drink until you’re buzzed.

You’re both good at handling your liquor, and you know how much you can take. By the time you’re done with your shots, you’re over the moon. Buzzed and aware. Aware of what you feel, aware of where you are, aware of who you’re with. Aware.

Harry leans down, his face dangerously close to yours. He’s never been this close, you don’t think. You’ve never seen his face so clearly, you’ve never seen his chest tattoos so well, his necklace dangling, his—

“Should we go dance with the others now, you think?” He speaks into your ear and you feel your stomach beginning to erupt with nerves.

“Yeah,” You inhale sharply, nodding, “Sure.”

Harry grabs your hand and leads you through the crowd, keeping a hold of you even when you reach where your friends are. The contact is strange but you welcome it, liking the new barrier that’s being broken between the two of you.

Over the years, you’ve noticed how touchy he can get when he’s under the influence, so you have an idea of what you’re getting into. You like being on the receiving end for once. You could get used to this side of Harry. You like being his friend. His real friend.

Once you get to where the others are, you quickly gauge what they’re all doing. Mitch and Sarah are in their own little world as usual, dancing together as if it’s their wedding night. Niall’s dancing with a random girl he’s probably going home with later tonight and Lewis is making a fool of himself in the middle of them. Ah, friendship. You love to see it.

“Nice song, yeah?” Harry leans over to your ear, speaking over the music. The song playing is one of your all time favourites—Wet Dream by WetLeg.

Anyone who knows you, knows the way you feel about this song. It’s become tradition to play it everytime you carpool. A fine tradition, you think.

“Oh, the best.” You start bopping your head to the beat of the song, singing along with the lyrics you know and love.

“I was in your wet dream driving in my caaar, saw you at the side of the road, there’s no one else around you’re touching yourself, touching yourself—“ You start yelling out the words along with everyone else on the dance floor, shaking your head side to side and dramatising every word. Harry watches you and smirks, letting you have your moment.

“You said—“

You’re about to keep singing the next part when he beats you to it, “Baby do you want to come home with me? I got Buffalo ‘66 on dvd!”

You let out a surprised laugh at the fact that Harry even knows the words to the song, loving that you’re seeing this side to him. You’d never expect to have something as simple as loving a song like this in common, but here you are.

Beam me up—beam me up!

Count me in—count me in!

Three, two, one—three, two, one!

Let's begin!

The song continues and you realise that you’ve both been staring at each other for a good ten seconds in silence, just taking in the sight of each other. Harry really is beautiful. The way his hair hangs perfectly below his shoulders. The way his dimples show at the smallest hint of a smile. The way his eyes burn into yours. You never want to see anything else. Just him. Just Harry.

“I was in your wet dream, driving in my caaaar!” Harry’s voice breaks you out of your daydream, and you laugh as he grabs your hands, dancing with you to the beat of the song.

“What makes you think you're good enough to think about me when you're touching yourself?” You continue the song and he pretends to be shocked, acting out the song with you.

“You climb onto the bonnet and you’re licking the windscreen! I’ve never seen anything so obscene!” You both sing the next part together, leaning in close to each other’s faces and practically screaming with the biggest smiles on your faces, “It’s enough! To make a girl blush! It’s enough! It’s enough to make a girl blush!”

The rest of the song plays and you both continue to scream out every word, making the most of the moment you’re having and hoping it never ends. Neither of you are sure what’s going on but neither of you are complaining. You’re both witnessing a new side to each other and you’re enjoying it. Perhaps you were made to be best friends like the others. Maybe it was meant to happen like this.

The song eventually comes to an end and you both let out a deep sigh, catching your breath for a moment as another random song plays.

Harry looks down at you with parted lips, “Nice singing, Bunny.”

“Could say the same to you, H.” You smile and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The move is natural and you don’t put too much thought into it. Neither does Harry.

His hands find their way to your waist and you both sway in time with the music, singing the lyrics into each other’s faces and having the time of your lives.

“I haven’t had sex in 5 months!” His voice is just loud enough for you to hear over the music.

Your eyebrows furrow, “What?”

He leans closer to your face, “I said—I said I haven’t had—”

“No I—I heard you H,” You chuckle, “I’m just a little—”

“Surprised? Yeah me too.” He grins at you, suddenly seeming to be completely comfortable with you in a way you never expected, “I stole that chocolate bar from you last week by the way, it wasn’t Niall.”

You laugh for a moment at his strange confessions until you process what he just told you, “Wait that was you?”

 “Loud ‘n proud, bunny.” He grins proudly.

“You—you fucker!” You gasp, playfully hitting his chest with one of your hands, keeping the other where it was around his neck.

 He chuckles, playing along, “Did you forget what I just—”

“Shut up!”

You both laugh, continuing to move your bodies together.

“What about you? Tell me something true.”

You purse your lips together, trying to come up with something to tell Harry. There’s a million things you could tell him, but you want to catch him off guard. You want to see an honest, raw reaction from him.

“I think you’re really pretty.” You finally say, shrugging your shoulders.

Harry raises his eyebrows at you, unsure if you’re being serious. “Pretty?”

You nod.

He tilts his head for a moment, “Weird choice of words.”

“I don’t think so,” You smile at him, “You’re a pretty boy.”

He smiles back, “You’re a pretty bunny.”

“We’re pretty.”

“We are.”

You both smile at each other and share a brief moment. A moment of what—you’re not sure. Two friends being supportive of each other? Two friends suddenly becoming closer and making the most of it? Two friends two friends two friends—

The next song begins playing and your heart begins to pace more. Desire, Meg Myers.

The two of you exchange a look, knowing that you won’t move together to this song the same way you have been for the others.

You know that you won’t be singing along with this one. You’d rather feel it. Feel Harry.

You move your hands away from around Harry’s neck, and he keeps his on your waist, holding you close. You move your hands down and place them over his, feeling electric all of a sudden.

Baby, I wanna fuck you

I wanna feel you in my bones

The song is loud and the coloured lights are flashing red. The atmosphere has changed—not only in the bar and on the dance floor, but between you and Harry. The way he’s looking at you is different. The way you’re looking at him is different. The way he’s touching you is different. The way you’re touching him is different.

I’m gonna tear into your soul

You begin to sway your hips to the beat of the song, holding your eyes over Harry’s. Neither of you dare to look away. You wouldn’t dream of it.

How do you want me?

You begin to turn your body in time with the music, turning your back to Harry. He leans his head down, resting his head on your shoulder and keeping his hands by your waist as you continue to move against each other. You feel a surge of confidence—you’re not sure if it’s the song, if it’s the alcohol, if it’s Harry’s random confessions, if it’s the feelings you’ve been suppressing from him for years—but it’s here. It’s here and you’re about to make the most of it.

Yeah I gotta hurt you, I gotta hear it from your mouth

Boy, I wanna taste you, I wanna skin you with my tongue

I’m gonna kill you

You lean your ass back, moving it against Harry’s crotch. He sucks in a breath, and the only way you know it is because you feel his teeth graze the skin of your bare shoulder. Your eyes close at the feeling and you grow bolder, moving the same way a second time.

He tightens his grip on your waist. You can feel the bulge of his cock against your ass and you can only imagine how much it’s straining against the band of his jenas. You almost pity him. Almost.

I wanna feel you

I want it all

I wanna feel you

I want it all

You continue moving against Harry, enjoying his little reactions to your touch. To the way you feel. He begins trailing kisses down your neck, applying pressure and sucking on your skin. You still. You can’t focus on anything but the way his lips feel against you.

What’s going on between you both? What the fuck is happening? Why the fuck has it taken so long? Why couldn’t it happen sooner?

So many questions.

“Bunny,” Harry groans against your shoulder, placing one last kiss to your neck before moving his mouth to your ear, “Tell me something true.”

You know exactly what you want to say. Again, there’s so much you want to tell him. You want to tell him how good he feels against you, how much you love the way he moves his body against yours. You want to tell him that you feel the connection now. You want to tell him that you know he can feel it too. There’s so much to say, but you settle for the most simple thing. The most important one.

“I want you.”

•••

aaahhhh!!! i’m sososo proud of this one. idk why but this shot has a special place in my heart. the smut will be included in the second part. and believe me, it’s gonna be SMUT. i’m such a whore for angst n this friendship trope is just chef’s kiss.

anyway enough chat. i hope y'all enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3 if you liked what you read then please reblog n comment. feel free to suggest ideas for new posts too.

have a good day or night wherever you are n stay safe, always <3

- k

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becauseimanicequeen · 6 days

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I've used a lot of purple in my work today, and some yellow, and it got me thinking about Wandee Goodday (tell me I'm obsessed with Wandee Goodday without telling me I'm obsessed with Wandee Goodday, lol)...

Purple and yellow are contrasting colors (also called complementary colors) because they are on opposite sides of the color wheel. Contrasting colors are the definition of "opposites attract" when it comes to color because they are completely different but complement each other very well. When placed next to each other (or, as in my profession, somewhere within the confines of the same canvas), it creates high impact and contrast. They pop.

So, what does that tell me about Yak and Dee in Wandee Goodday? That their contrasts complement each other.

Dee (purple) is more mysterious and (let's be honest) a bit cold. Yak (yellow) is more clear/direct and warm.

Dee enjoys luxury. I mean, neon lights (at least the quality stuff) are expensive and we've seen how much he likes neon lights.

Yak seems to enjoy the simpler things in life like just being around the people he likes and having fun with dressing up in different costumes.

(I could be wrong about this, though, considering he can, somehow, get his hands on all those costumes and props he uses to disguise himself when he goes to Dee's place. Maybe that's a very expensive hobby/kink he has, lol.)

Anyway...

What's interesting about purple and yellow, in particular, is that they also have overlapping traits, and (not so) surprisingly, so do Dee and Yak.

Purple (Dee) is associated with wisdom while yellow (Yak) is associated with intelligence. But even with this overlapping trait, Dee and Yak's wisdom/intelligence is different and complementary.

Dee is a doctor and it has surely taken him a lot of studying to get to where he is now. The kind of intelligence he uses every day (because of his work) is scientific and analytical.

Yak's intelligence is, I would say, more of an intuitive and emotional kind. He took what Taem said about people not always being able to be strong, saw it in Dee, and was able to empathize with it.

Even though they're both wise/intelligent, they are so in their own ways.

(Yes, Dee shows empathy for his patients as well, but I feel like he lacks some of the other aspects of EI at the moment, like self-regulation, for example.)

Another interesting aspect of purple and yellow is that purple is the color on the color wheel that's closest in value to black while yellow is the color closest in value to white.

In other words, purple is the color on the color wheel that reflects the least amount of light while yellow is the color that reflects the most.

Even though black and white and purple and yellow have different qualities and symbolism, the contrast between dark and light is there in both pairs.

Black is often associated with the night while purple is associated with mystery (one of the reasons being that pure purple is so dark it was likened to the evening/night in the past). White is often associated with light while yellow is (in the West) associated with the sun. In Thailand, yellow is associated with Mondays, and Mondays are associated with the moon (the light in the night sky).

With this in mind, it could be that Yak (yellow) is coming into Dee's (purple) life to shine some light.

There was that hint (in the 3rd episode) of a car accident that (most likely) took Dee's parents' lives. Considering what we saw in that flash of his memory, he saw them dead. Whether he was in the car with them or not doesn't matter, the trauma was evidently deep either way.

While I don't believe in other people being able (or having the responsibility) to heal your trauma (you have to work on that yourself), Yak might still be able to give Dee some light through another perspective on life. Perhaps to work less (so he'll have the time to change the lightbulbs, lol) and make more time for fun and play (like their FWB relationship).

With the whole contrast in values between purple and yellow, combined with the reasons they're in this FWB/fake boyfriend relationship, I also feel like Dee might end up hurting Yak.

Yak seems to be the one who is mostly into this FWB/fake boyfriend relationship and it feels like that because he wants to be there (he clearly likes Dee). Dee, on the other hand, is mostly in it for his own personal gain (at first to prove that he isn't vanilla and then to show Ter and the gossipy idiots at the hospital that he’s not into Ter).

And let's not forget that he likes to win...

And will probably do whatever it takes to win over Ter (since he admitted that winning at all costs is a bad habit he has).

The question is how much Dee will hurt Yak on the way to winning (because I'm pretty sure Dee will win the scholarship) and how far he will go before he realizes what he's doing/what he's done and what Yak actually means to him.

Eventually, though, Dee will realize his feelings because I'm sure he will see the light that Yak has brought into his life (literally and figuratively).

Anyway, that was my rant about color. I'll shut up now...

#iq color post #wandee goodday #wandee goodday the series #color theory #color symbolism #thai ql #thai bl #thai series #my shit

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tiredlilguy · 10 months

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Hiii :)

First of all, your blog looks so pretty! I'm really looking forward to seeing more works of you.

Secondly, could I please request relationship headcannons for Verlaine? Only of you feel like it of course.

Hope you have a great day/night!

Bye.

AAAAAAAAAA! thanks so much >:D i try to make it look pretty, i'm glad someone noticed tysm >o< this request is cute asf, so ty for requesting :D i hope you enjoy!!!

pairing: Verlaine X GN!Reader cw:desc: just some fluffy, romantic hc's with the silly french man mwehehe

oh my god, you finally got him out of the basement (congratulations)

Joking, but anyways

Im doing these hc’s of him post SB btw

he’s really sweet to you, but he probably doesn’t talk much

Will recite little lines of poetry that he wrote when u come visit him in the basement, sometimes sad, sometimes happy

But you’re his muse, the moment that you start frequently visiting him in the basement, you’re all that he find himself writing about

If you two are in the same room though, he probably won’t talk much, but he does enjoy your presence

He doesn’t mind if you talk though, he enjoys listening to your voice and hearing you talking about your day

Get him desserts when he’s down there, or just food in general; the mafia only gives him rations (and he barely eats them), but he’ll appreciate anything you get him

Love languages are quality time, likes to receives acts of service and strangely enough physical affection

Really hesitant to touch you at first because he thinks he’s going to hurt you for some reason, mainly because he has a hard time thinking that he’s worthy of human affection

If you touch him, he’ll probably go stuff at first before relaxing into it

When he did start initiating forms of affection though, he would probably gently put his hand over yours, or kiss you on the hand when he greets you

(Let’s say u somehow got him out of the basement)

He spoils you… he gets all this money from being a Port Mafia executive and so what's he going to do with it? I mean, you’re mafia too, but you don’t earn nearly as much as he does

You will be living in a penthouse on the top floor with way much more space that you actually need

He’ll get you luxury everything and anything, you have his credit card in your pocket whenever you’re going out by yourself and you don’t even realize it, he’ll just slip it in your wallet or pocket when you’re not paying attention

I can see him liking to slow dance with you, he’ll have a record player in the background and when you get home he’ll take you in his arms and slow dance with you

Can he cook? Hot take, but no. (Rimbaud taught him everything, just not how to cook), but I can see him being somewhat of a househusband (he cleans around a little bit and will get you groceries for dinner, but he cannot tell the different between a pickle and cucumber… please send him pictures)

If he’s not in the basement he’s in the penthouse, probably not doing much unless Mori calls him to go train another subordinate

He just likes to be at home, but sometimes he needs to get out of there too because he gets too much into his own head

If he is out with you though, he’ll enjoy going to a cafe or a library; somewhere where he can just enjoy his time with you whether you’re both quiet or talking

Or he’ll sit at the park with you, but only if there’s not too many people

He won’t be doing that on his own though, he’ll only do that with you

Is ok with PDA, but just hand-holding; he’ll kiss you on the cheek if he’s going to leave you for a second though

Likes to sleep with you on his chest, he sleeps on his back

Or he has an arm around you in some sort of way :)

will melt if you braid his hair/take care of his hair in any way-

Will hum lullabies to you, either consciously or unconsciously; he just enjoys being able to see you fully relax in his arms

And is happy to know that he’s not really a monster after all (aw, yay)

#paul verlaine x reader #paul verlaine bsd #verlaine x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader

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mangekyuou · 2 years

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Tried to find the characters you write for but i couldn't. So, do you write for Roger? Or Roger pirates in general. If you do, then i would like to send the same request i saw earlier ✸ headcanons % when you pamper them in the bath. - ( all the same) with Roger, Rayleigh you can add whoever you want please.

If you don't write them, please respond and tell me

✸ headcanons % when you pamper them in the bath.

✸ characters! . . . roger, rayleigh, oden & gaban.

✸ cw(s)! . . . light nsfw. mostly because they’re bathing, nothing really happening. no pronouns used. not proofread. minors dni.

✸ notes! . . . the roger pirates my beloveds. oh how i would do anything for them <333 i actually don’t write for gaban...but i couldn’t just leave him hanging you know ?? these feels a bit all over the place lmaoo. thank you so much for requesting !!

roger is very open about how he’s feeling. but he doesn’t want you to worry about him, knowing you have your own things to worry about

when you suggest a bath together to relieve some of his stress, he’s already cannonballing into the water, splashing it everywhere

but you love seeing him so excited

he is a simple man. he doesn’t need all the extra stuff. all he wants is you and some hot water that soothes his sore muscles

behind the pirate king's great curved mustache is you, who keeps it looking luxurious. you are his personal barber, you have an entire kit of oils, waxes, and combs. he pays you for your services in smooches

one thing that roger does not know is QUIET. he's gonna be talking the whole time about everything and nothing at the same as you wash the soap suds off of him

roger is very clingy, even more so in the bath. he can't seem to keep his hands and lips off of you. he'll forget that tonight is supposed to be about him because he's so enthralled with you

he's a big cuddler. he loves cuddling. usually, he is the big spoon. he's never thought about you being the big spoon

but when you shift behind him, letting him rest his back against your chest, he's wondering why you haven't done this before ?!

he loves being the little spoon !! :>

rayleigh, like roger, is pretty open about how he’s feeling with you. he doesn’t see a reason to hide it. you’ll likely be able to tell anyway

all the stresses of that day seem to melt away when he’s in the tub, with your back pressed against his chest

peace and quiet is not something that happens a lot on the oro jackson. rayleigh is just WAITING for someone to knock on the door and ruin the moment with the news of someone falling into the sea

but that moment doesn’t come because you have already planned for that. tonight was supposed to be about him

rayleigh definitely does need much to be at ease, all he needs is you

BUT...he does appreciate the extra mile you have gone to take care of him

the bubbles, the scented candles, and drinks for the two of you on the side

it becomes less about bathing and more just about enjoying each other's company

he's a HUGE flirt, whether there are people around or not. however, when they aren't around he can say whatever he wants just to see how flustered you become

you can expect a lot of innuendos from him

oden has an unintentional habit of hiding how he's feeling from you. he doesn't mean to do it on purpose, the lie that "i'm okay!" is so much easier to say than the truth

but you can see it in his eyes. he's running out of steam and he doesn't know how to slow down and take a break

you will likely have to grab him by the face and tell him that it's okay to relax sometimes

when you suggested a hot bath for the both of you to relax, he was immediately on board with the idea

oden is another person who doesn't particularly need all the different kinds of soaps, the bubbles, the romantic lighting...but it's definitely a plus in his book !!

even though he will likely keep messing with and ruining the romantic atmosphere

he is very still as you wash his body, only moving when you need him to. if you look up at him, you'll see that bright smile of his that you fell in love with

when he turns around to let you wash his back, to you it may seem small but to him, it means a lot. he knows that he can trust you and that you will always have his back

dealing with the roger pirates ?? gaban is STRESSED STRESSED. we all know who is actually holding the reins when roger and rayleigh are off doing each other

and he's complaining and whining to you about it. how he's being overworked and he just needs a break from them to be with you, his sweet baby who he would do anything for, and falls into your lap dramatically

he definitely peeks above his sunglasses to see if it's working or not. it doesn't. but you think he's cute so you're on board anyway.

gaban would definitely be the one who suggests the bath

now he wants it all. the lighting, the candles, the bath bomb, the salts, and the oils. he even has a body scrub for after. he's got this all planned out already but he'll deny it

"what ?? how did all this stuff get in here ? is this yours ??"

most of the bath is just the two of you relaxing in each other's warm embrace in complete silence...since that doesn't happen too often around here

you always forget just how much hair he has until he takes down his ponytail and lets it fly. he loves when you help him with his hair

you think hair like just exists ?? NAH. he has an extensive haircare routine that can be tiresome. the washing, the detangling, the leave-in condition, the moisturizer, the oil, it's a whole process

but it doesn't feel as long and difficult when you help him out. especially after the bath after his hair had dried a little and you braid his hair, he could fall in love with you over and over again

#one piece #gol d. roger #roger #roger x reader #silvers rayleigh #rayleigh #rayleigh x reader #kozuki oden #oden #oden x reader #scopper gaban #gaban #gaban x reader #one piece oneshots #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #night rather than day ── 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘰. 𓂃 ★☆#GABAN IS HALF BLACK IDC

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oddballwriter · 11 days

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Househusband Kink Moon Boys

Warnings: +18 content, if I see or hear of anyone underage interacting you WILL be blocked, no hesitation. Househusband kink. Mentions of praise and degradation.

Author’s Snip: It's househusband moon boys time <3

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Tag List: @xenobyte @sleepyamaya @sarahghetti @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Steven Grant

Listen, I know that I call Steven a bottom and a sub a lot... but fucking look at him. He's so nervous all the time that he's practically going to blow up, so maybe he would like it if someone took some stress off of him and he could just do what's instructed of him

Outside of the whole kink thing, I really think he would like being a homebody because he's in his space and can go about it regularly, there is no change, just maintenance like cleaning and cooking, and then doing one of his hobbies in the free time

Anyways, the actual kink part. I think the appeal to him with it is the praise

Come on, Steven is probably a huge sucker for praise and being told that he's doing good

So just imagine it. Steven works on cleaning around the house, dusting, and cooking dinner. You come home and you're so happy to see him and be able to relax. You come up behind him and hug him from behind while he's plating dinner, giving him some nice physical touch and then you remark that he's done such a good job at cleaning up the flat, and maybe give him a nice kiss on the cheek and an additional one on the neck

He will melt. He can't handle it

Although dinner he's just thinking about it and while he's washing the dishes

If you call him your "good little househusband" he's gone, he's out for the count, he will get on his knees and do a whole lot more for you to call him that again

The name also gets him going in bed

Just rail the daylights out of him while you praise him for being so good and keeping the house so nice just for you and also taking you so well

Sub/bottom Steven rights

For real though, Steven is just so ready to be the male version of a 50's housewife it's not even funny

Marc Spector

Marc's thing with the househusband kink is also praise but it also has to do with the fact that the role is so peaceful, both non-kink and kink-wise

Like yeah sure, he has to clean and do a handful of tasks to really be doing the whole househusband part of the househusband kink but compared to having to run around the world, beat people up, and get bossed around by a giant bird, doing housework is actually very peaceful.

Especially, when he makes a schedule on what chores he does at which time and day because let's face it, Marc's made a schedule

Anyways, the peacefulness is sort of what helps him get submissive and into it along with the praise

Marc doesn't need to worry or think about a mission, he can just do the laundry and cook dinner, and you'll come home and take care of the rest

It's like a de-stressing thing, he doesn't need to think, he can just do what you tell him and praise him for it

Give him the pillow prince treatment as a reward for doing such a good job at keeping the house tidy

He deserves it, he deserves the luxury of just getting to chill out

Marc deserves everything tbh

Jake Lockley

I think Jake would just like the whole submission of it, sexually. I think he'd be fine with being a househusband normally but would like it if he got something as a reward

And by getting something I mean getting treated like a rag doll

The submission that is implied and coincided with being the homebody is already something that turns him on because in his regular life, Jake has to be the dominant one in a situation and that can be tiring but he also likes it a little

But he also likes it when that is taken away from him in the bedroom, he likes being made to submit. Gets him going, you know?

So the whole "A good homebody listens to their breadwinner and does as they say" rubric is something that goes right in Jake's alley when he wants you to get up in his alley if you know what I mean

With the other two it's "You're such a good househusband" meanwhile with Jake it's "Be a good househusband and-"

It's more of a degradation thing, he's nothing more than a househusband and he has to do what you tell him type thing

But in my own hc that's Jake's bread and butter

Though he does like it when you do praise him for doing things, that arguably gets him off so much more but he mostly like it in the degrading way

#moon knight #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moon knight smut #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley smut #steven grant smut #marc spector smut

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lakesbian · 7 months

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How do you think Alec would have handled getting the Valkyrie treatment? Being made into a puppet in the same way that he did to other people, his sacrificial suicide being subverted by another cape who uses people as tools but in a much more complete and permanent sense, coming back wrong and having his cape identity irrevocably a part of his body and self, and no longer being able to take off the mask, is this anything?

see i've rotated this extensively in my mind before because i think coming up with how a cape's design would turn out if they got glastig uained is a really fun exercise (do that shit to lisa for some Fun eyeball body horror!!) but i'm struggling to come up with what would happen to alec :( the most obvious answer is the crown becoming like. Attached. to his head. but id ont know if that's too far out there. there's also the concept of having his face frozen in a permanent smirking expression but i feel like that would go Too tragically counter to the point of a 'surprise hes back again' au wherein he would be expected to. yknow. realize and experience some of his feelings again at some point. so yeah i'd need someone else to help me figure that one out.

anyway the actual experience of being glastig uained. if i recall correctly in ward brian says it was basically just like waking up feeling like everything from before he died was just a few days ago not Years ago so i don't think alec would care that much that someone was using his ghost or whatever for shit while he was dead, relative 2 all the other problems in his life. wouldnt even notice with the type of shit hes got going on. the big reason why this au doesn't really work is that it's just Wildly Unproductively Depressing. it seems like ciara only starts bringing random people back by the time aisha is like. what. 20?

it works Fine and Actually Thematically Interesting Well that brian is like oh FUCK youve GROWN UP when he gets back because it's relevant 2 their sibling dynamics. but it does. it does not work if alec gets back and aisha is like 20. it's just depressing. from alec's PoV it would be "congrats you've been brought back into a world where your best and only friend is too old and character-developmented for you to actually have a close connection with even though for you it feels like she was still your age only a few days ago and also your fucking shit ass siblings are here too and btw the world ended so all of the nice luxuries you were enjoying previously are not options anymore. go feed the earth gimel sheep boy." and from aisha's perspective her best friend would be back but in a monkeys paw way where he did not get to grow up with her and he's still little and sad and fucked up and more like one of his siblings that she's caring for/trying to help vs the equal best friendship she Wants but Can't Have because he is Fifteen. so now everything sucks and is sad for everyone involved. :(.

i would say "on the 'up'side this is a hot new contender for scenarios wherein lisa could feasibly decide alec is her new sopping wet fixer-upper" but she already has an even more absurd and unstable option (that one cop) so as usual alec remains background. btw he would be offended on taylors behalf that lisa had replaced taylor with victoria (who he does not like because shes annoying) and entirely oblivious that taylor had ever thought or said anything about him being sucks and utterly lacking in interiority. AUs that have potential to be funny wrt alec's interactions with the other undersiders but are wildly fucking depressing when you get to his interactions with aisha.

if we fudge a bit and say ciara brings him back like riiight after gold morning aisha would only be a bit over a year older than him so that's more doable in terms of character development and eventual reconnection but it'd still be a mess. i'm not articulating my explanation of how aisha's character development works rn and i don't feel like saying something wrong so i'll just leave it here but trust me it'd still be a mess. maybe an interesting one but a mess

#ask #worm spoilers #scarf don't look

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bluecookies02 · 2 years

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YANDERE!SUKUNA X READER COMMISSION

word count: 2.1k

warnings: yandere, breeding/creampie, oral(both recieving), dubcon, alcohol consumption,throat fucking, biting

additional: afab reader, nicknames such as princess and darling

"Too much?" he smirks, lowering the bottle as he hands you a glass of wine, the fourth one for that matter.

Now you can down a few glasses without a problem , but when they are all absolutely filled to the very brim, little by little it adds up to be a bit more than you can handle.

"Of course not" you say with confidence, sipping it a bit before placing it back on the table, looking for any sort of distraction to get you out of drinking it so fast. Maybe you'll sober up as time passes by. (said every ass-drunk person ever).

You can hear chugging to your left, yet you refuse to unglue your eyes from the screen. He does it effortlessly, the luxury of not being human coming in handy more often than not. You're not even sure if he can get drunk. For every glass you had, he surely had a whole bottle or more.

"You stalling?" he pokes, fingers pinching right below your ribs.

"I just prefer to enjoy it, unlike some rascals here" you mumble, swatting his hand away, reaching for another sip to prove your point.

"Such a kind word princess, you're getting soft on me?" he teases, bringing the glass back to your lips.

"Come on I've had an earful of your cockiness just a couple of hours ago...what has you so shy now?"

You're not prepared for the wine that invades your lips, some of it dribbling down your chin as you gulp, not wanting to make a mess.

"Ah, come on. it's quite impressive anyways, some people would already be passed out by now" he coos, wiping the corner of your lip, a tongue darting out of his palm to lick the remains on your chin.

He puts the wine away, adjusting you on his chest, his hands pulling your back flush against him.

"You're so tough aren't you" he whispers, warm breath tickling your ear.

"Don't be embarrassed, you're much more bearable when you're not talking non-stop, running your filthy mouth"

"It's not my fault I get bored in here...we should get out once in a while, I miss my friends" you whine poking the arm that he had draped over your chest.

His hand quickly moves to wrap around your throat, and you can't help but chuckle sadly.

"What, it's the truth" you protest, trying to wrestle out of his grip.

"I finally thought we could have a good time" he muses, gripping your jaw.

"We can have a good time and not have me trapped in here." you argue, wincing when his hold tightens.

"Drop it." he threatens, sharp teeth gritting together.

"Don't you ever think that you're over-exaggerating, I thought you said you wanted me happy" you pout, trying to pry his hands away.

"So you're not happy?" he asks, straightening up.

You just slump your shoulders in defeat.

Some days are better than others but the little sanity you have left tells you you're not. You can't possibly be happy like this.

He went out of his way to accommodate you, fulfilling every silly request you had but you're greedy, disrespectful and unappreciative. He can't let that slide, and he doesn't want to listen to your shit any longer.

"You must know it's...it's kinda sick...it's not gonna make me love you" you whisper, flinching when you're grabbed by your hair and quickly manhandled down to your knees in front of the couch.

"You say another word and I'll make sure you're never able to talk again" he threatens, fingers digging into your scalp.

"I'll take all of your things away, maybe then you'll appreciate what you have" he bites out, freeing his dick from his briefs.

"Open up, I'm gonna fuck your throat sore so that you can think before you choose to complain again"

You're stuck in place, body freezing in defeat. A harsh slap to your face makes your jaw drop, just enough for him to push you down on his cock.

You try to struggle, but any movement is met with a harsher slam of his hips, air getting knocked out of your lungs. How could you forget...of course it can't change, how silly of you to keep trying.

He didn't break you enough, it's his fault, and he's going to fix it now.

He grabs your head with both of his hands, pulling you down until your nose is flush against his navel, holding you in place until you're coughing and choking up, fingertips turning white as you grip onto the couch. He lavishes the sound, spit gushing from your lips as you try to swallow around him.

He pulls you off briefly, watching the drool hang from your tongue and lips, your eyes filled with tears. It's not just because of the abuse on your throat, you're crying and sniffling, opening your mouth to beg for him to stop.

You're rudely interrupted, his hand guiding his length back into your mouth.

"Talk now... come on...you had so much to say" he grunts, bucking his hips up.

"I said talk!" he challenges, only to fuck the back of your throat even harder, your words slurred beyond recognition.

"That's it...say whatever's in that silly brain of yours, nows your chance" he coos, leaning back on the couch. You can't even breathe let alone talk, and all you can think about is how cruel he is. You wish it wasn't like this...You only have yourself to blame in the end.

You were finally on his good side and you threw it all away. You're back at step one.

"Ahm...sohh-" you try, bracing yourself on his knees.

"Sogh-rry" trying again, you swallow around his cock.

"Mhmm..." he prompts, lifting you off.

He's towering over you in seconds, your back hitting the rough floor.

"If you promise to be good, I might let you call your precious friends? Does that sound fair?"

No he won't. But a bit of false hope always gets him a long way. It's enough to have you nice and calm for a bit.

"Darling I asked if that sounded good?" he pushes, wiping the tears under your eyes. You nod, not having the strength to mutter anything out.

Despite everything, he does want to make you happy...and seeing you cry isn't his goal at all. Even when he's angry at you, he can't handle seeing you upset for long. Sometimes it's just the only resort.

Hopefully you'll learn to love him soon...God knows you can't bring yourself to hate him. If only he wasn't so confusing, so unpredictable and changeable... if he was mean all the time it would be as hard to pick a side. You're too drunk to think it over currently, and your thoughts are breaking off and continuing at random spots, making you nauseous.

You focus your attention back on him, watching your clothes being peeled off your body, large hands tracing your skin.

His teeth prod at your flesh, nipping and nibbling until there's blood on his tongue, the metallic taste edging him on. He spreads your legs a bit, pressing the tip of his cock against your pussy, slicking himself up. He lifts your hips up a bit, pushing his knees under you. Taking a hold of your waist, he guides himself deeper, the plush of your belly adorned with new, fresh marks, the imprint of his palms embedding itself into your skin.

"So pretty when you're not blabbering, don't you think?" he muses, slowly dragging his dick in and out of your cunt.

"You think your friends can fill you up like this?"

"It's not like that!" you argue, relaxing your muscles.

"Shhh, of course not...not when I have any say in it" he makes quick work of building up the pace, your shoulders and back dragging against the uncomfortable wood. One of his hands slips to tap at your clit, slapping the fat of your pussy with his palm until it's swollen and red, tingling in delicious pain.

His nails would rip you apart any other way, just another act of his kindness of course. Your back arches in his hold, your elbows adjusting to keep you steady. With each thrust, he sinks deeper and deeper, and you already feel so full. The more you whine and moan on his dick the harder he gets, the taste of release at the tip of his tongue. You feel him angle up just right, an approving hum leaving your lips. Like nothing ever happened, you let yourself enjoy it.

"I should let you see your friends like this hmmm? What would they think? They don't want a slut like you as their friend you know...I'm the only one who can appreciate you whole. Other humans would be so judgmental,..." he trails off, feeding you empty lies as he rams himself into your accepting body.

He feels shivers spreading down his back, pulling on every muscle and joint. He's so close, but it's incomparably better if he starves himself a bit longer, edging the release he desperately wants.

Pulling you off his cock, he instructs you on all fours, pressing on your back until your face is mushed against the floor, hips high in the air.

"Such a perfect pet I have hmm?" he mumbles, more to himself than to you, spreading your ass apart, a fat drop of spit hitting your pussy. He bends down until he's leveled with it, hands resting on your thighs. His long tongue flicks over your folds, mouthing at your entrance. He's soon fucking you with his tongue, mouth slacked open.

"Aghh, ma-ghhh, fuck" you hear him curse, going breathless against you, pulling you flush to his face.

"Mmhm...Good lord, who wouldn't be as selfish if they had you"

Straightening up, he collects his composure, stroking his cock in front of your hole, dipping and pulling away briefly, rubbing himself between your folds, the head of his dick bumping against your clit as it gets squished between your legs.

You press your thighs harder together, earning a rewarding hum in return.

"God princess, you're so greedy, you crave it so bad don't you...Tell me you do, just admit it"

"...I do-" he grins, smiling sickeningly wide, proud of your little confession, even if you might not mean it. He has you wrapped around his finger, and he's gonna take advantage of every last bit. Slamming his length inside in one go, he has you silently screaming in pain, your mouth open loose with no sounds coming out.

"Gonna breed this cunt full of my kids...You'll be marked inside out don't you think..." he blabbers on and on, the slapping of skin against skin filling the room.

Your toes curl, your hand mindless sneaking between your legs to rub yourself. It's drenched and sticky, coats of spit and creamy white making the surface slippery as well. You have to chase your high desperately, sloppily, your balance fragile. Just one harsher thrust and you'd be tumbling over.

Lucky for you, Sukuna pulls you up against his torso, snaking his arm around your hips and across your chest, all the way up to your neck.

"There...that better?" you nod finding your clit again.

"See I'm so nice...wanna say thank you?" He slows down just a bit, anticipating your answer.

"Noo...don't slow down" you beg weakly, your rhythm interrupted, tears of dissatisfaction clouding your vision.

The dull pain against your cervix returns, and you're seeing white, thighs spasming as you ride out your release. Feeling you clench and loosen around him is his cue to let go, with a few final sharp ruts of his hips, he cums deep inside you, milking himself out until your body is spent and close to unconscious.

He sits down, letting you fall in his arms.

"You'll never leave Y/N, the sooner you accept that the better..." he mumbles, carrying you to the couch. Sadness pulls at your heart, but you're too exhausted to keep up with it, nodding along as you slowly fall asleep.

Maybe you held out long enough...surely no one would be disappointed if you gave up now? Maybe tomorrow you'll find a way to escape, if only you would remember…

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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Before prompting (which woo boi pushing through my anxiety to do this took a hot second XD) just wanted to say thank you for all the absolutely outstanding content, my first day off every week is Wednesday and your writing has become the perfect way to detach from work and destress my brain so again thank you!

I saw a tiktok today that I just went omg mobwife!Alec and I am sharing a screenshot but also more mobwife!Alec please?

i'm so proud of you! good job even though that must have been a lot pushing through the anxiety. i'm glad the days work well together and i'm happy you look forward to my writing! i was very happy getting your ask and prompt and just everything! i'm really happy to share wednesdays and writing with people!

here we go! more mob!wife alec and i hope you enjoy and i love this picture and image and he absolutely wears it and he also wears these a lot cause i realize i never added a picture

“You know he’s gonna bring Alec, honey.” Mari warns as she fluffs her skirt and pats down her waist. “There’s never a chance he’ll show up anywhere without him, but especially not a strip club. What were you thinking, anyway?”

“Jamie changed the venue.” Leo grumbles and he sounds as miserable as she feels. “You’re not gonna be able to pull him away from Bane, are you?”

Mari shakes her head, truly sympathetic and also filled with a little vindictive glee.

“Alec didn’t like that secretary touching Bane, you think he’s going to put up with girls hoping to score? He’ll be sticking close tonight.”

—

“When you said a strip club, this is not what I thought you meant.” Alexander admits and his nose crinkles in distaste as the vast amount of naked, mundane bodies on display.

“Would you have stayed home?” Magnus asks, genuinely curious and Alexander gives him a grumpy, petulant look and sighs.

“No Magnus, I would not have stayed home. I just wouldn’t have worn something with so much skin myself.” Alexander looks intensely uncomfortable, “it’s suspiciously sticky in here and for once, I wish it was ichor.”

Magnus muffles a chuckle in Alexander’s hair and uses his magic pass over his boy’s skin.

“Better?” He murmurs and Alexander nods against him in relief, his entire body coated with a thin layer of magic that will look like specks of glitter when he shifts.

“I love you.” Alexander murmurs into the crook of his neck and Magnus genuinely wishes they didn’t have to worry about a faerie aphrodisiac being leaked into the mundane world. If they didn’t, he could have Alexander back home where they could be reading together, in bed or having dinner just the two of them in some country across the world.

“I’m taking you to France, in the morning.” Magnus tells him, “we’ll go to that place with that little river you loved, the one you spent the morning hunting crayfish in.”

Alexander genuinely looks interested at that and he perks up a bit before he eyes the stage and deflates again.

“Just stay close.” Magnus tells him, because the last thing he needs is Alexander away from him and being swarmed by mundanes who think he’s pretty. Which is something that has happened before on the mundane levels of Pandemonium.

“Like I’m going anywhere.” Alexander scoffs and he steps even closer, letting Magnus wrap his arms around him and pull him flush to him.

Magnus hums and kisses his neck and lets his fingers play with the threads of Alexander’s corset and he wonders just how much it would cost him to bribe Alexander onto the stage.

“No,” his boy mutters, giving him an unamused but loving glare, “I can see something going on in your head, Magnus. I don’t know what it is, but no.”

“Next time.” Magnus promises, because that would be a little cruel to try for tonight and then he’s guiding Alexander over to the group they’re supposed to be a part of.

The start of it goes well enough, until the drinks start coming and then things go sour.

Alexander freezes from where he’s drinking his champagne and he eyes the cup consideringly before he reaches out and plucks Mari’s glass away from her and he instead drinks it.

To the increasing shock and horror of the man across from them all.

“Alec?” Mari asks, confusion and wariness in her voice as she eyes the glass Alexander is now holding.

“Magnus—” Alexander slurs, eyes going hazy almost instantly, “sa’ hot in here babe.”

“What was in that?” Magnus asks, voice furious and heated as he takes the glass from Alexander and sniffs it. He recoils a moment later and sends a vicious, seething glare to the man he was supposed to meet tonight.

“This is an extremely volatile aphrodisiac.” Magnus says lowly and he stares at the mundane, “it’s been known to kill half the people who consume it.”

Mostly because half of the people consuming it are mundanes and it will kill them with pleasure.

A little death still kills, after all.

There’s silence in their little section for a bare moment and then the man is being penned down by Leo’s personal security and Mari is being sat down by Leo into a chair.

“Leo, you will deal with this. Won’t you?” Magnus asks, voice cruel and casual as he gets an arm around Alexander’s waist. His boy is stable, even while drugged and listless and the arm he slings around Magnus’ neck is firm and sturdy, meaning Alexander is playing up the affects to a degree.

“Do you need a doctor?” Leo offers, shaky and worried, and Magnus knows that he means well but he scoffs and shakes his head.

“There are very few I trust with my husband, Leo. Especially on nights like tonight.”

—

“Why did you drink it, sweetheart?” Magnus asks when he finally gets Alexander to their loft and his boy is sweating and miserable and touch-hungry and grumpy about it.

“The dosage would have killed a mundane.” Alexander gasps out, “I didn’t recognize the scent, but I knew it wouldn’t kill me.”

“Not good enough!” Magnus bites out as he gets Alexander undressed and in the cool, tepid water of the bath. “You don’t put yourself in danger like that, ever. Especially not for something as reckless as this. “

Alexander pouts up at him and sighs and then admits, “I knew we’d have to leave if I drank it. Plus, it was evidence, someone is definitely leaking faerie drugs into the mundane world.”

Magnus hisses like a scalded cat and cups Alexander’s wet face between his palms. “I’ll make up a reason, if you’re going to be dosed with something like this, it should at least be a good experience. Not this!” Magnus sighs in exasperation and adds oils to the cold water that Alexander is shivering in.

“Honestly, darling.” Magnus chides as he lets his magic untangle the aphrodisiac and drugs apart from each other so he can purge the mundane drugs from Alexander’s body. It won’t be so easy with anything else, but mundane drugs don’t affect shadowhunters accept as a mild allergy.

“Love you.” Alexander slurs cheekily and Magnus uses magic to make him hold his breath and then dunks him, scrubbing his hair viciously before pulling him back up. Alexander splutters and shakes his hair, water going everywhere as he pouts up at Magnus.

“Menace!” Magnus tells him, suddenly exhausted and relieved and far less likely to destroy half of New York’s criminal underbelly.

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kamileai · 2 months

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UNERASABLE SMILE - part 1

pairing: miguel o hara x gn!reader

synopsis: what starts as an humiliating attempt at a confrontation, and ends with being so entranced you just cant wipe that smile off your face.

content warning: none, all fluff.

word count: 1,750 / 9,182 characters

a/n: this is my first fanfic !! open to any suggestions or critiques

It’s only been a few weeks since you had moved to Nueva York, getting used to the difference in people, maze-like subway routes, the numerous amounts of potholes, as well as the headache-inducing traffic that causes you to be 10 minutes late to work every day. It’s safe to say that Nueva York is a busy city. It seemed like you couldn’t get a break either, since every day you got home to your congested building, you had an awkward moment with some guy on the elevator. Every day the same “Hey sweetheart”, or whatever unique pet name he concocts. It’s odd really but you’ve grown used to it the past few weeks you’ve been here. It’s just been a routine now even with its quirks.

You wouldn’t say you’re alone in the city, you have a few friends. Like Stacy, the girl that sits next to your chamber in the bank. Or sometimes when you feel generous enough, that elderly man who accompanies you on the elevator. Sure he’s about 60, but he’s well enough company. You also have the people that come by to the bank but you never really get conversations from them, just the usual stuff people talk about at a bank. In summary, you wouldn’t consider yourself lonely, because you do get social interaction even if it’s for a moment.

That little routine of yours was interrupted eventually after you had stopped at a busy Coffee shop that you had started to take a liking to. You had the usual seat you sat at, the one next to the abstract painting on the wall, the espresso you ordered, and that little chipped wood in the corner of the table that you always placed your bag on.

Everything was supposed to be the same to the most minute detail.

Once you stepped in, you were met with an incredibly jam-packed café and a line so long you had to squeeze through about 9 people just to get to your seat. The empty space you usually occupy wasn’t so empty since some brooder had taken your place.

You so badly wanted to Kamehameha his ass out of it or use the stiletto on your feet to plaster a print across his face and send him flying off your chair but we can’t all get what we wish for. It’s just a seat anyway and you can always just grab your order and leave to some other place, but you’re on your break. You’re entitled to it. You deserve it, it’s a treat.

So, you huff, wait in line while glaring at the table that was so cruelly snatched away from you, order your drink, and make your way to it. You look at him, tapping your nail on the wooden panel of the table to grab his attention. He looks up at you, his expression not so different from the one on your face.

“Can I help you?” His eyebrow was slightly raised upwards, a corner of his upper lip twitched up.

“Yes, um I usually sit here so can I have my seat back?” The moment it came out of your mouth you realized how pathetic it sounded but it would be even more pathetic if you tried to take it back now so you didn’t turn back.

“Don’t think you own the table.” His eyes traveled down and up, back to your face in a judgmental way. It’s not like he was wrong though. It was just a seat but it was your seat. And you deserve to be able to sit and enjoy your bland coffee, it’s only a luxury you can get after a hard day at work. You have to go back there anyway after the hour.

“I don’t, but it’s only kind of you to give it up. My feet are killing me.” You weren’t wrong either, at least partially. It really was just a get-out-of-jail card so that you didn’t have to go through the embarrassment of confronting him and not getting what you asked for.

He let out a huff, his eyes turning to the side, up, and then back down again. Wait did he just roll his eyes at you? The urge to slap him right there and then was getting so strong you didn’t think you could hold it together. You still kept your bearings though, as you saw his lips purse and then start moving again.

“Okay.” He stood up, leaning over the table to pull his coat off the other chair as he sat back down again. Sure you had a seat now but it wasn’t the one you usually sat in. It was petty to even try to get the seat back at this point since you’d been asking for too much anyway.

What was going through your mind when you decided to try and ask for your seat back?

You sighed, placing your bag on the corner without the chipped wood, and your coat on the head of the chair, sitting down as you placed your coffee and binder on the surface. With some courage, you muttered a thank you.

Instead, he tilted his head. “Did you say something?”

“What- no.” That’s not what you meant to say.

“Didn’t say anything at all.” Shit, you were digging an even deeper hole now. Maybe 6 feet under, enough to place your casket.

He hummed, the scowl on his face deepening as he looked back down to whatever it was that he was doing on the watch on his wrist. You couldn’t tell, but there was a glow of orange so whatever. You didn’t care anyway, but how long were you staring for?

“Do you need anything else?” The words were rotten, not out of concern at all since the hands that were tapping away at the watch were now on his head as if he were frustrated. His lips were still twitched up, his eyebrows furrowed. If anything you should be the annoyed one, not him.

So rude.

“No, but I don’t like your tone.” Fuck, did you mean to say that out loud? Literally what the hell was going on with you right now? If you could, you'd try to Kamehameha yourself.

“Excuse me?” He scoffed, his face twisting into a grimace. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding, as his nose flared. Steam could’ve escaped his ears at that moment. The anger was radiating off of him, the air starting to heat up around you.

Your throat constricted as you just continued to make it even worse for yourself. “You heard me. I don’t like your tone. It’s rude.”

“So were you when you decided to come over here and claim this seat.” His tone was so firm, that it felt like he was hissing at you. And while it hurt to admit that you were being a tad bit hypocritical, what felt even worse was that you had pushed a stranger this far.

You swallowed down your pride and breathed in. “I'm sorry.”

“Huh? Say that again? Couldn’t hear you.” Was he teasing you? Or could he genuinely not hear you?

“Are you teasing me?"

“No seriously. I’m not teasing you I genuinely couldn’t hear.” He did hear, he was just having way too much fun with this. Though he wouldn’t give you the impression that he was, it’d defeat the whole purpose.

“I said I’m sorry.” It came out a little more forcefully than you intended, but it works.

His mouth wiped at the bottom of his face, hiding the smirk that was threatening to escape. “You’re forgiven. My apologies for not letting you get what you want. I don't know you, but I'm sure you're not used to it. So, I'm sorry as well.”

“Unnecessary.”

“Not really.”

You scoffed, you couldn’t tell what was worse. The fact that a stranger was enjoying your embarrassment, or that you were apologizing to a stranger for something you could’ve easily avoided. “Look, sir, I don’t know you. But I do know that you probably shouldn’t be making fun of someone after they genuinely apologize. It’s disrespectful.”

He retorted. “Or what? You’ll take your apology back? You already said it.”

You didn’t really know what to say after that, it sucked that you were even in this situation. You sighed. “Okay, whatever. You’re right. I’m wrong. Let’s move on from this.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do but you just keep talking.” He took a sip from his coffee cup. “You’re annoying.”

The balls of this guy. Who was he to say that? “You literally don’t even know me.”

“I don’t need to, just to figure out that you’re annoying.” He looked back down to his watch, his fingers starting to tap at it again.

You were about to respond to what he said when your timer went off. An hour had passed, and you had to return back to your dreadful day at work. You were saved, at least sort of. You didn’t need to embarrass yourself any longer, but was it really that bad? It felt stupid to say, but it was kinda fun to have this banter with someone. It was refreshing in a sense since you didn’t get this type of conversation at work. Or with the old man from the elevator.

“Think what you want. I’m not annoying.” You scrunched your lips to the side, standing up to put your coat and purse back on, picking up the binder back up. “Have a good night.” You said, distastefully.

“You too.” He murmured, not looking up at you as your heels clacked against the wooden floors of the café. After you disappeared into the crowd of people on the line, he looked back up, hearing the sound of the glass door closing.

That walk out of the café and back to the bank felt like ten years, almost as if you dreaded walking out anyway. It was disappointing to walk out without asking for a name, a number, or some way to get the chance to speak to him again. However, it was already disappointing enough that you were even thinking about it, even after he completely humiliated you. Well, you humiliated yourself but does it matter? He made it worse. But, maybe it wasn't so bad. All you knew was that as long as you were in the city, it wouldn't hurt to see him again. Suffer the same embarrassment again, or be humiliated again.

He wasn't that bad.

already have a part 2 scheduled!! this isn't going to be that long of a fic but it'll be a slow burn 😭 again this is my first posted writing so any constructive criticism is good with me, just hoping to learn as i gooo. 💞

#miguelohara #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #fanfic #kamileai #atsv #spiderman 2099

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no-saints-around-here · 2 years

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I know for a fact that you won't see a cent of the money Koko earns from auctioning off your panties. I just know. He'd even tease you with amount he earns...

great minds think alike my fam :D

Link to Panty Sniffing HCs

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tw: nsfw, forced exhibitionism, use of toys/vibrators, panty soiling, squirting, overstimulation, dead dove do not eat

Abso-fucking-lutely. Its undisputed fact that Koko is the main money-maker in Bonten, and he likes to rub that fact home whenever possible that this luxurious lifestyle he is providing for you is entirely his hardwork. And yes, that include the fact that this money you can see rolling in is entirely his hard work and effort and therefore you aren't entitled to any of the rolling numbers on the screen, even if what you are watching is the ongoing auction to buy the latest of your soiled underwear.

Cuddling up with you side by side in the dim light of the four fold-away monitors he had set up at the foot of your bed and can pull out so that the two of you can watch the auction ongoing together like some sort of romantic movie (to Koko it probably is). Snuggling into your neck, peppering your lips with kisses and whispering about how much money you're making, how jealous all these idiots are of you and how you only have eyes for him. Humping your thigh and whimpering for your attention when you can't seem to turn your gaze away from the mindboggling amount of money that has no reason to have so many zeros attached that people are splashing out for a piece of cloth next to your picture.

But what you couldn't possibly know in the moment is that watching you being so fascinated (read: horrified) with how much just your dirty panties can bring in turns Koko on so much - his dick is hard enough that you can feel it poking at you through his robe and silk boxers. If he isn't already balls deep in you pounding into you as fast as he can go given he's already relieved you of your panties earlier on, then you can be sure he definitely is going to be eagerly slipping his cock into you right about now. The combination of watching his bank account go brrrrr and his darling you making him money is too much for this man to be able to keep his dick in his undies for any longer. Doesn't even bother with stripping completely, just yanks its down and goes at it.

What you don't know is that all this is encouraging Koko to thinking of more ways not just to make an even more disgusting amount of money from you and your soiled panties out of your online simps, but to show you off to the world even more - his priceless treasure that no one else has the pleasure to enjoy. If seeing money makes you that happy (to his eyes), then all the more he must strive to make even more money. You can't convince him otherwise anyway even if you tell him directly that you aren't getting any enjoyment out of this - Koko can't hear any of it. It really doesn't matter whether you're actually doing it because you want to or whether its Koko forcing you to soil countless panties, end of the day, you still end up doing what he wants.

Starts to toy with the idea of charging for the most mundane "upgrades" to relief your simps of as much money as he could in one go. Beginning with selling underwear that you squirted in at a higher price, and then spreading to limited customisation such as being able to pay to choose the type and color of the panties that you soil (except his favourite kind, they can't choose those no matter how much they offer and beg - those were only for him and you to enjoy). Extra upgrade he slaps on automatically if you cry during the stream.

And then naturally, Koko expands to allowing your "clients" to unlock certain "perks" (that of course, had a separate price tag) once the auction amount was above a certain amount.

The one thing Koko definitely isn't shy about is showing you off in every possible instance he can - you were a treasure that money couldn't buy, and this man loves to lavish you in the softest, most expensive clothes and lingerie money can buy and parade you in front of as many eyes as possible, though from the safety of his side, behind several layers of armed guards. So obviously some of the buyable perks (that had their own price tags with disgusting numbers of zeroes attached) would include a private stream of you soiling your panties live for your very wealthy, very lucky clients who at the same time could not talk or chat with you, only watch and enjoy.

Paying for you to moan their name/username when you came, paying for a recording to be sent to them, or even paying for Koko to use toys on you during the course of the show or overstimulate you to the point you beg for them to end it. Oh they thought they could get rid of him? Nah - he'll be there, in full view the entire time to remind the person on the other side of the stream just who you belonged to, and that as much as you're giving them a show, only Koko could touch you like that. Only he could love you, and you could love him.

Koko always makes sure to fuck you hard after every livestream, no matter how exhausted you and him already are. Its the only time that he ever breaks away from the gentle, kind, fussy behaviour that he reserves only for you - where Koko is usually so reluctant to have to even hold you tighter than a squeeze in fear of hurting you, you are quickly reminded of the sheer difference in strength between you and him as he physically pins you to the bed and desperately pounds into you as hard and fast as he go. For one because watching your humiliating performance in front of a web camera for money turns him on so much. And for two, deep down this boy is just super insecure; so worried that you would forget about him, that you would stop loving him, stop lavishing your attention on him like he needs to keep going, or that you would think to leave for another. Instantly reverts back to the needy boy once he cums in you unprotected, whining for cuddles and whimpering for kisses.

With Koko bringing home such a large portion of the dough for Bonten, most of the other executives and Mikey choose to turn a blind eye to his antiques when it comes to you. It's no secret among the rest about how obsessed Koko is about you since he never stops rambling about you even during their meetings, and honestly, they couldn't care more as long as Bonten isn't being raided as a result of what he gets up to. Most just wished he shut up a bit more. So when Koko comes round to ask a favour of Mikey to help him set up a dedicated website (OnlyFans?? Only for poor people, he thinks) for his latest venture, it's green lit on the spot, and the site is operational by the following week with some strings pulled and copious amount of money to grease the wheels.

Very exclusive site that is invitation only, and very, very secure - Koko would pull no stops in making sure that you are in no way trackable even if you are performing live for others now.

No doubt that Bonten keeps track of and knows the full details of every single person that has ever bidded on your panties, whether they won or not, and especially those that pay to have a show. All merchandise are hand-delivered by some grunt that must be signed off on in person just to ensure that every last of your bidders and simps know exactly who they're dealing with on the other side of the screen, and who you belong to. Has had to enlist the help of Sanzu and Ran in on several occasions to deal with some nasty scumbag clients who had the balls to think that they could approach you while he was out with you - needless to say it was a mess that Koko rather not have to deal with. And if the rest don't want Bonten to come knocking on their front door with a nasty surprise, then well, they better play by his rules. Because end of the day, you were still his, and Koko hates to share.

Ah, but now that this is out, I raise you this - imagine if one day the grunt is supposed to be delivering your latest panties to the customer, but for some reason keeps circling back to Bonten HQ. Thinks that he might have gotten the wrong address, since the name doesn't match anyone he knew, but thought that he should probably go check just in case. And whaddya know, the door he knocks on opens to a very guilty-looking [redacted], who warns the grunt not to say a thing to Koko on the promise of a very drawn out and painful death, snatches the package, slams the door in the poor confused grunt's face, and doesn't even bother to sign.

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A new life?

Part 7! Imma stop apologizing for things i have no control over, but it would seem that my power outage problems is soon to be resolved thankfully, so I'm able to write more parts faster. AND COMFORT HAS ARRIVED MY DUDES.

If you haven't read part 1 click here, consecutive parts will be linked at the bottom of each part.

Contains: Angst, Comfort has arrived! Paimon and Aether banter and Yun Jin being a darling. A certain someone has entered the chat.

Overview: : Aether and Paimon listened intently to your recent adventures of how you entered one of Liyue's most luxurious and sought for careers. As well as a flashback to the day you were accepted into said career. Let us not forget who joined us at our table by pure chance...

Gn reader, "You/your" pronouns used, No name for reader used.

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After you all had returned to your table and had a waitress take your orders, you wasted no time to explain to them what you had been doing in Liyue as of late. As you spoke, the dishes you all had ordered was carried to your table one by one, and by the time your story came to a close, you had all started digging in.

"Wait! So when you left Mondstadt, you decided to leave everything behind and just... Come to Liyue? Without a plan?!" Paimons shrill voice was muffled as she attempted to speak around a mouthful of the food she had ordered.

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"Well... basically, yeah..."

"I ended up coming to Liyue during that years Lantern Rite. I was lucky, you know, not being the only foreign traveler here. Whenever I got lost there was someone who could guide me or give directions. Everyone was so kind..." A fond smile was brought to your face as you think back to that wonderful time. You remember how welcoming everyone was, and you remember the woman that saw you alone and gave you a lantern so that you could have the chance to make a wish just like everyone else did. That all felt like such a long time ago now...

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Shaking yourself out of your reverie, you return to the topic, "I spent most of the festival walking around and enjoying the different performances, one of which was at the city center. The music was so breathtaking...

A few people in the crowd had started dancing and I had decided to join in. After that I pretty much spent the rest of the festivities enjoying the various performances throughout the city. Oh, it was so lovely."

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"So..." Aether spoke, jolting you out of another one of your trips through your memories, "that's how you ended up catching the eyes of the people in the Opera House?"

"Were they like... Talent agents or something?"

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"Yeah, that's right," you said as you lifted your chopsticks to your lips.

You suddenly remember how difficult it was to use them at first...

Lucky for you you had someone help you learn. He was a good teacher... In no time you were quite good at handling them.

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"They approached me and asked if I could audition for them as a dancer once the events of the Lantern Rite had come to a close."

"At first I was uncertain. I wasn't familiar with any of Liyue's traditional dances, but I was willing to give it a shot. I needed to start looking for a job anyways, And there they were, offering me a chance."

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While Paimon seemed to be more interested in drooling over the various dishes the waitress had just brought to the table than the conversation at present, Aether listened intently.

"It would've been a big mistake if you didn't take them up on it, it seems. With how many people seem to like you, it looks like you're pretty good at what you do," he mused as he took some portions of the wide selection of cuisine and placed them in his bowl.

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"I mean... I guess I am, even though I didn't know any local traditions, my audition ended up impressing them."

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After the Lantern Rite had come to a close, you remembered the offer the Opera Troupe's agents made. They were apparently using the Lantern Rite as an opportunity to scout out talented people among the citizens during the festivities. You had to ask some of the locals for directions to the audition's venue, which they were more than happy to give. They even wished you luck...

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But you were so nervous.

Would you really be accepted so easily, despite being an outsider? Despite only having been in Liyue for such a short time?

You weren't a performer, having mostly danced at Mondstadt's Ludi Harpastum and Windblume festivals. You often practiced dancing with the Deaconess of Favonius Cathedral after she learned you had an aptitude for dancing, though you never did more.

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You were so nervous in the fact that you were inexperienced in performing in front of others. You were an office worker, helping wherever you could in managing the winery.

What need did you have to learn to dance?

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But there was something else that overrode that nervousness.

It was excitement.

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Not even a week into being in Liyue, and not even two days after making your wish you were already making giant leaps of progress in your new life.

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When you made your wish, you were sceptical on whether wishes made on a lantern would even come true.

And now you've learned that, to your greatest surprise and pleasure, they do.

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In the audition, they asked the dancers to perform a traditional dance from the country they hailed from.

Most of the people auditioning were from Liyue, a few were from Inazuma, having taken the opportunity of leaving the nation of eternity soon after the Sakoku Decree was lifted.

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And you? You were the only one from Mondstadt.

And what better performance can be done than a dance from the Nation of Wine and Song itself? From the City of Bards?

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With a fond smile gracing your lips, you look back at your friends sitting across from you who were both looking at you as you were reminiscing.

"Needless to say they were... happy with my audition."

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Paimon clapped her tiny hands with so much excitement, the child-sized chopsticks clenched between her fingers almost being flung into the air.

"That's fantastic!" The fairy seemed to have stars in her eyes as she looked at you.

"You must be making a tonnn of Mora. Ohhhh Paimon can already imagine how much good food you must get from such a luxurious job."

The girl had such a dreamy look on her face as she drooled over the thought of just what kinds of delicacies you must get on a day to day basis.

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You chuckled at Paimon's theatrics warmly. "That's quite true. I myself was surprised at the pay even just the background dancers receive, let alone one of the main performers Ms. Yun and I."

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"Ooooh you must know what places have the best dishes, right?"

The small girl floated onto her back and threw her hand over her forehead, as though she was suffering from some horrible ailment as she sighed in an exaggerated tone, "Paimon's grown so weak from the awful food Aether had been making Paimon eat when traveling. Being left with nothing more than dried sunsettias and cold leftovers for so long... You can't leave Paimon to suffer like that."

As she looked at you with wide, begging eyes, you fought so hard to suppress your laugh at the look of feigned contempt Aether threw the girl.

"My cooking isn't that bad Paimon," The golden boy sniffed as he crossed his arms and tilted his face away, "Well, if you hate my food so much you can always just make your own from now on-"

A look of pure horror flashed on the girl's face as she scrambled to float upright, holding her hands and begging frantically "Paimon takes that back! Aether you're the bestest cook ever, Paimon doesn't need anything else, she swears!"

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You couldn't hold it in anymore as you burst out in laughter at the exchange.

The boy sitting across from you could not keep his serious façade and snorted, which made you both laugh that much harder.

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"Ah! You both are such meanies!" Paimon cries as she realised Aether had tricked her. She flies to you and swats your shoulder, "Don't you laugh! See how he treats Paimon?"

To which you respond with more laughter that you attempted to suppress. You couldn't breath as your shoulders shook while you tried to cover your face, your hands cool on your warm face.

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"Y-yes, I see that..." You lower your hands and attempt to at least LOOK serious, barely holding back the snickering that threatened to rise again as you took a well needed breath. "Aether how dare you-" Your attempts at being serious failed miserably as you doubled over laughing anew, this time getting Paimon to start up again despite the obvious giggles breaking through her so called "complaining".

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Ah how you missed this, you thought to yourself. You missed the simplicity of just going out for dinner and laughing with friends. You missed that light feeling in your chest that made you feel so weightless.

It was nice.

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You had promised yourself that you wouldn't make friends, you were too afraid of being left behind or discarded again. But this...

This made you think that maybe friends wouldn't be too bad to have again.

Even if it might mean that they'll leave again.

When they leave, it will hurt.

But for now...‎

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In the moment, laughing with your friends.

You were happy.

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You should let yourself be happy, no matter what the future might hold.

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Let yourself be happy with what you have now, and worry about everything else later.

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flashback time wOooOooOOo

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To you who I write to today,

I am delighted to inform you of your acceptance as a performer into Liyue's Yun-Han Opera Troupe.

We who were tasked with judging the auditions were impressed with what you had shown us, and it was with unanimous approval that you be selected for lead dancer.

I certainly look forward to working with one as skilled as yourself and to witness you in your career.

Yours sincerely,

Ms. Yun Jin, Director of Yun-Han Opera Troupe.

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You could not believe what you had just read. You had read it three times and you still could not convince yourself that those were the exact words that had been inked onto the delicate paper.

Was this a joke? ‎Surely not...‎

You stare at the signature at the end of the letter. It looked to be genuine...

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Could the letter had been given to you by mistake? Was it meant for someone else?

Looking at the envelope the scented letter was carried in, it clearly stated your name. Well, that being the name you had chosen to go by in your new life. You did not want to be traced by keeping your name and risking being found out.

Seeing yourself be referred to by your chosen name... felt good...

But that meant... The letter really was addressed to you...

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"Ah..."

If you had not already been sitting you would have had to take a seat before your legs gave out under you, you had to take a second to process...

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"Are you alright? You seem pale."

Startled, you looked up.

Yun Jin was seated across from you, looking very worried.

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She had decided to deliver your letter of admission to the Opera Troupe personally, so she had arranged to meet you at the tea house where she was going to perform that evening. Yun Jin had to be there early to prepare, and she had wanted to deliver the letter. Time management was difficult when your schedule was always full, after all.

'Two birds, one stone,' she reasoned.

Though she didn't think that the stone would hit you so hard that you'd seem to almost pass out.

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She reached over to hand you one of the cups of fragrant tea that had been readied for your meeting.

You idly think of what flower could have been used for it as you take a sip, the floral scent and flavor soothing as it enveloped your senses.

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Realizing you had been quiet for a bit too long, which made the poor girl worry even more, you scramble to assure her that you're fine.

"I'm sorry, yes. I'm alright," you took a deep breath. "I... I was just not expecting to actually be accepted. This is..."

You give her a sheepish smile and chuckle a bit, rubbing the back of your neck as you put the teacup down on the table with your other hand. "This is beyond what I expected."

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"To be very honest with you, out of everyone who had auditioned, you were the one who caught our attention the most," Yun Jin had seemed to have calmed down after the reassurance. To be fair, she herself understood how stressful it must have been for you, she was in the same career as you after all. She has had to experience all of this and more. She could relate.

"I know it must have been nerve wracking, waiting for a response," she continued, taking up her own teacup, "I apologize for causing you need for worry and stress."

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Surprised with her gentleness, you respond to her hastily, "Oh, no no, please don't apologize. It had just been overthinking on my part." It really was. Everything had been happening so quickly, you barely had time to process the events that were unfolding before the next reared its head.

And so much of it was unpleasant... these good things and happy times as of late wouldn't last, you were sure of it. You were convinced that good things weren't in your reach...

You hoped that this good string of luck would last. So many good opportunities were presenting themselves in such quick succession, you so desperately wanted to reach out and grab all of them, never letting go.

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This opportunity Yun Jin had given you...

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You will work hard to keep it.

You will prove to yourself that you deserve it. This chance...

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Ms. Yun inclined her head at your words, then looked up at you.

"Either way," she spoke warmly, with a small smile gracing her painted lips, "I much look forward to working with you. You're incredibly kind and very skilled, I have no doubt that you will be well loved as a part of the Opera Troupe. I for one am very glad to have had the chance to meet you."

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Not much more could be said, as at that moment one of the staff let Ms. Yun know that the time for her performance was nearing.

Excusing herself with a small apology and a sweet smile, she departed from the table to head to a separate room off to the side of the small stage of the teahouse to prepare.

Meanwhile you were still seated at the table, being left with burning cheeks at the compliments the girl had given you.

You look down to the letter you had placed on the table, eyes running over those words...

"...glad to have had the chance to meet me?" Your voice was lowered to an imperceptible whisper. "Looking forward to..." ‎

Your fingers skin the edge of the delicate paper, as though you had to make sure it was real and would not disappear like a hazy mirage in a scorching desert.

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You couldn't believe it. This was it.

Your wish...

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It came true...

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It has been a long time since you had breathed so easily. It was as though an invisible weight was lifted from your body, your lungs no longer suffocating under the pressure. The edges of your mouth twitched upward, a small, barely perceptible smile lighting your face.

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How long you had been seated there looking at the letter, you did not know. Your tea had grown cold and the tables around you became crowded with people awaiting Ms. Yun's play to begin.

Not much longer, and people will be coming to watch you... That realization dawned on you finally. A lighthearted, breathless laugh made its way out of you.

Any stage fright you might have had before would have to be worked around now, but even then, surely you will be alright. After all, you had gone through with the auditions and passed with flying colors first try.

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With a sigh you tear your eyes from the letter and take a look at the people around you.

Everyone was chatting amongst each other. You saw families, friends and partners seated with each other, out for a nice evening, spending time with loved ones.

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You were the only person in the teahouse seated alone...

That is, until a stranger made their way to your table.

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"Pardon me, are any of these seats occupied or reserved?"

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You jumped a bit at the voice.

You turn to where the deep, rich voice had come from, seeing a man standing standing near you. He was wearing a a long brown coat that was accented with bronze and gold. The details embroidered on his clothes looked somewhat like the scales of some mythological beast. The tails of his coat was bifurcated and carried those same scale-like markings, bringing to mind how Liyue seemed to have a lot of symbolism that referred to dragons and other creatures of the like.

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Your eyes went to his face, and your breath caught.

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He was beautiful. There was something almost otherworldly about how perfectly sculpted his features were, as though he was made by the gods themselves.

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And his eyes... Were they glowing?

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Wait... He was looking at you.

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Realizing he had likely spoken to you, your eyes go to the seats surrounding your table.

"Oh- Uh. No, not at all." You gestured towards the seats vaguely.

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"Well then, I surely hope that you do not mind that I join you. Many of the other seats are already occupied in expectation for Ms. Yun's play."

His voice was such a deep tenor, you could almost feel how it rumbled despite him standing a few paces away.

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You were enchanted by it.

You felt as though you could listen to him speak of the most boring things in the world and you would be just as enraptured for hours.

Stuttering out sounds that barely passed as words, you mentally slapped yourself.

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What was going on with you?!

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You're not a shy person, albeit often quiet and keeping to yourself most of the time, you knew how to speak to strangers. You shouldn't let a bizarrely pretty man shake you up so badly just by speaking to you.

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Shaking your head and taking a deep breath, you calmed your nerves and spoke properly with a slightly embarrassed smile.

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"No, I... I don't mind at all.

Please, take a seat."

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Lonely Nights 3/4

Set in 2009, Bradley is ~27 and Jake is ~23. Hangster PWP. AU where Bradley went to the USNA and has a better relationship with Maverick, however DADT still exists. This 100% fits in with the much longer Nepo!Baby-Bradley fic I am currently writing (the angsty one).

Part 3 is just PWP. 3700 words long.

PART ONE PART TWO

He’s pretty sure he’s never before been this fucked out. Every muscle in his body feels like it’s carrying extra weight, like he’s pulling-Gs while laying in bed. Never felt like this because of sex, which he guesses says a lot about some of the sex he’s had previously. Jake has shifted, is almost dozing on his chest and it feels so softly sweet and he enjoys it, knowing it’ll be gone soon enough. His fingers are playing with Bradley’s hair, wrapping a curl around a finger and then releasing it, tugging it gently and then going back to wrapping it around a finger.

“I need a haircut before I report back.”

There’s something easy about talking to someone who knows what his life is like. Of course he’s had hook-ups with guys in the service before, regular hook-ups, when he’s been at sea for months on end and there’s a mutual arrangement with one person. But it’s never been soft despite that. Hurried and hard, a race to the finish line and to clean up and get back to where their absence won’t be missed or commented on. Everything with Jake feels luxurious, the amount of time they have, the bed, the space to move around in. Not a fucking rack where you can’t even sit up.

“You mean I won’t be seeing these beautiful curls again?”

“Nope. And I’ll shave.”

“Oh.”

Bradley can’t even begin to parse that tone of voice; Jake sounds surprised or maybe disappointed and part of him needs to know which it is. He’d almost shaved it off before he went out, not sure if it would be a help or hindrance.

“What?”

“Well, you wear that moustache very well.”

“Yeah, you like it huh?”

“Maybe.”

Bradley grins, that’s definitely a yes.

“I grew it on a dare, wasn’t planning on keeping it past my leave.”

“Well, as I said, it suits you. Not many men can wear a moustache and have it make them sexier, but you’re definitely one of them.”

Bradley grins again, his cheeks are getting sore from smiling so much. He feels something warm and squiggly in his chest at Jake’s comment and squeezes Jake to him, presses a kiss to the top of his head. He wants this suddenly, this sweet domesticity, resting together, the easy humor between lovers, none of which he’s ever experienced before. He doesn’t want to let it go, part of him furious that he’s going to have to anyway.

“So… Round three. You wanna fuck me?”

“Guh.”

“It’s okay if it’s not your thing, just feeling very generous right now.”

“I… yes. Please.”

“Don’t need to be nice to me baby, I already offered.”

“I’m not being nice, I just… I’ve never… before.”

“Really?” He’s surprised, because while Jake clearly likes sex, and bottoming, most guys have tried both while they figure things out. Part of him wants to tease Jake about needing to be able to say it before he can do it, but he remembers all the times when he couldn’t talk. Where a subject change was his best friend. At least he’d tried to cram in as much as possible before he went to USNA. He’s an equal opportunist, which has served him well the last ten years.

“I grew up in the rural south, there weren’t exactly a lot of opportunities to get my dick wet.”

“Hey, hey baby… no need to get defensive. I’m just surprised. You’re gorgeous all over and clearly some people are idiots.” And bigots. And there are stupid laws and policies which they have governing their actions now which he’s just going to ignore. Don’t ask, don’t tell, don’t harass, don’t pursue.

“The opportunity never came up. I’ve… taken what was on offer.”

“Well, consider it offered.”

“You’re staying right, I don’t have any energy right now…”

“Baby, I’m glad I gave you the impression that I could go again right now, but yeah, round three. Later. After some sleep maybe?”

“Mmm. Sleep. How many nights were you planning on staying here?” Jake asks, and Bradley hears other questions. Already said he was staying for three nights. Wonders if he can maybe have this, as hidden as it would need to be.

“I booked in for three nights. I’m reporting in at o-eight-hundred on Monday.”

“Oh.”

“What?”

“I’m… the same. Except ten hundred.”

“Right. Pensocola?”

“Yeah.”

Bradley kisses the top of his head again, because he suspects now that Jake is probably a rank below him and that is a careful line he also needs to toe.

Fuck it all to hell and back.

… … …

He wakes up, instantly alert, heart pounding, there’s a body in bed beside him. He turns his head and immediately feels the tension drain out of him. Jake. He’s never woken up in bed with a guy before, and he guesses he’s getting a whole lot of firsts this weekend and he guesses he’s going to give Jake a couple of firsts as well. On that note he stretches, his body a little stiff from the unaccustomed activities last night. He shifts, moving away from Jake and grins at the disgruntled snuffle Jake makes.

He brushes his teeth the best he can with the corner of a washcloth and some hotel toothpaste, and it alleviates the worst of the fuzz. He runs the shower and uses the john while it warms up. He washes himself thoroughly and then again, paying particular attention to his ass. It’s been years since he’s been fucked, but he knows how to stretch himself and he’d like to give Jake some of the same treatment he’d given Bradley. He’d also like to have recovered a little before he has to sit in a car and drive three hours.

“You’re taking forever in here, are you jerking off? You know I’d do that for you right?

Bradley laughs, sticks his head out the shower door to grin at him. Jake is standing there looking rumpled and a little grumpy and a lot gorgeous. Bradley doesn’t think he’d ever tire of looking at him. Also the man has no shame, standing there naked taking a leak and he wonders if it’s a guy thing, a Navy thing or a Jake thing or some combination of all three. He goes back under the spray and wonders if the stall is big enough to actually fit both of them. Unlikely.

“I’m not jerking off, but it is definitely adjacent to jerking off…”

“Really now? What are you doing in there… oh.”

Bingo. There’s Jake’s lightbulb moment and Bradley tries to see his face through the glass panel, but the water and steam make it undiscernible. Shame. He rinses off and quickly sluices the water off his body best he can before stepping out, grabbing a towel to dry himself. Jake is brushing his teeth, watching him in the mirror and Bradley quirks an eyebrow, a thought crossing his mind. He hangs the towel up carefully, taking his time before moving to stand directly behind Jake, pressing himself against his back. He glances down and there is definitely a bite mark on his shoulder. He kisses the side of his neck, nips the back of his ear, then moves around to the other side, trailing little kisses across the back of his neck. He maintains eye contact the whole time, watches Jake watch him in the mirror while doing a shit job at brushing his teeth.

“So… How do you want me? Want me to sit on your cock and ride you? Or you wanna fold me in half and rail me, see if you can come twice while you fuck me?” Bradley asks, his voice low in Jake’s ear and he can’t help laughing when Jake makes a choking sound and spits into the sink.

“You’re kind of an asshole huh?”

“Little bit. Think you like it.”

“Hmm. Maybe.”

Bradley grins into Jake’s neck, because that’s another yes right there.

“You ever been rimmed?” It’s Bradley’s turn to choke and he swallows roughly, shakes his head, unable to form words. “Hmm. I’m also not a person to offer something I don’t want to follow through with.”

Bradley doesn’t need to ask if he’s sure, pretty sure he’d get a pissy reply if he did. Jake’s obviously grabbing the opportunity Bradley’s offering him with both hands and he’s not going to deny him something he wants to try. Something Bradley himself has also never done to anyone and he’s sure as fuck curious.

“Come on, I need some space. I’m gonna shave so I don’t give you beard burn.” The look Jake gives him is teasing, eyebrows quirking up and he has very expressive eyes, playful and Bradley hooks his chin over his shoulder, slouches a little to press his chest against his bare back. “You ain’t making this easy for me darlin’.”

“Don’t want to be easy…” Bradley replies, and he grinds his semi-hard cock against Jake’s ass.

“I don’t think there’s anything easy about you, now come on, let me shave.”

Just to be contrary Bradley runs his hands over Jake’s side, fingers feather-light and Jake squirms away, turning to give him a glare. Bradley steals a kiss then, anticipation starting to build in his gut and yeah, he’s done with doing anything to slow down proceedings.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long… might start without you.”

He gives Jake a challenging look in the mirror, and they don’t know each other well enough for Jake to know if he’s joking or not. He goes back into the room, puts the lube and condoms within easy reach, tries to ignore the worst bits of the sheet and goes back into the bathroom to grab a towel. Jake’s eyes follow him and he’s about halfway done

“You have a really nice ass…”

“Always like an appreciative audience… Anything else you like? ”

“Plenty.”

Bradley is surprised at his own response, can see his face flush in the mirror and has to look away, leaves Jake to finish shaving. He lies down on the bed and takes the opportunity to check his phone and flick out a few quick messages. Checks the movie times for something he wants to maybe do later. Depends on whether he gets a better offer, and he feels like he might; but it’s still good to have something planned so he doesn’t look… boring? Desperate? Lonely? Horny? He doesn’t even know himself. He looks up from his phone then to see Jake watching him and he reaches over and puts his phone on the side table, his eyes tracking Jake as he moves closer.

Jake lies beside him and starts kissing him, gentle but with intent. They don’t talk, not properly, just quiet hums of appreciation and it’s communication enough that they’re both enjoying what they’re doing. Bradley lets his hands roam, enjoys the feel of Jake’s hand on his own body. They have no time restriction and knowing that allows him to savor it more, enjoy the novelty of making out and exploring another body, rather than trying to race toward the end goal. They make out, time passes and doesn’t. His body is getting slicker with sweat as they continue to move against each other, their whispered non-conversation encouraging. Yeah, good, oh, fuck, mmm.

“Roll over…” Jake murmurs, hands soft as he guides him. Bradley goes, pull his knees under him and despite it all he feels himself tense up. “Uh… relax I guess?”

“Easy for you to say,” Bradley mutters, feeling all sorts of exposed. Vulnerable he realizes and maybe that’s another reason why he’s likely never done this before. Jake’s shifting then, blanketing him, letting his full weight rest and it forces him onto his stomach, having to awkwardly push his legs back out from where they were trapped beneath him for a brief moment. Then Jake is kissing at the nape of his neck, across his shoulders, his hands running up and down the length of his arms, hips grinding only ever so slightly against his ass. Oh.

He does force himself to relax then, lets himself just lay there as Jake effectively worships him, placing kisses all over his back, hands and fingers running over the same skin, alternating between soft-gentle-whispers and harder strokes, like he’s trying to massage the tension from Bradley’s shoulders. It works. Jake isn’t in any rush either, and Bradley can feel his cock is hard, bumping against the back of his thighs as Jake moves. Bradley’s own cock is making a valiant effort at getting hard, as squashed as it is between the bed and his body.

“You all good?” Jake asks then, voice low in his ear and cock now nestling in the crease of his ass and Bradley wonders if he’s forgotten or maybe changed his mind.

“Yeah, all good baby…”

“Mmm…”

Then the heat of Jake’s body is gone and he turns his head, looks over his shoulder to suddenly realize he doesn’t need to, Jake is moving his legs, spreading them so he can kneel between them. He gets one of the pillows and gives Bradley’s hips a double-tap and he lifts up, let’s Jake position him. Then Jake’s hands are on each of his ass cheeks and pulling them apart and now, now, it’s more arousing than embarrassing. He groans, hides his head in his arms and tries not to grind into the pillow too shamelessly.

Then there’s a swipe of tongue

Oh.

Oh fuck.

He sucks air into his lungs and it’s tiny breathy inhales, like he’s in pain and trying not to cry, except it’s not like that at all. It’s the pleasure end of the bell curve but it’s almost coming all the way back around, too feathery light maybe and he grunts, wonders if it’s bad etiquette to shove his ass back in Jake’s face. Then he feels pressure on his knees, a silent request and he shifts again, pulls his knees back up beneath him and it’s only seconds and Jake’s hands are back, his tongue swiping up Bradley’s ass and he mutters Jake’s name into his arm along with a few curse words. There’s no method or technique, Jake just trying pretty much everything and repeating anything that makes Bradley gasp or twitch. Broad swipes of tongue, sharp pointing little stabs, swirling spiral of movements to and away that drive him to distraction. He’s hard now, the need to come building and he wonders if he could come from this. Hopefully one day he’ll get to find out. Jake pulls away and he chances a look over his shoulder, releases a shuddering breath. Jake’s lips are swollen, chin shiny with spit and he looks very fucking pleased with himself. Two of his fingers are just massaging over Bradley’s hole and he reaches for the lube, passes it back to him.

“I wanna try them all if that’s okay?” Jake asks, and his accent gets thicker the more he’s aroused and a part of Bradley likes learning these little tells, even if he’s never going to be able to use them again after this weekend.

“Positions?” Bradley clarifies, pushing against the breech of a single digit, well lubed.

“Yeah…”

“How about we start with three and then… reevaluate?”

“Which three?”

“Well, you coming twice… that a normal thing for you?”

“Uh, yeah. Most of the time. I can stop at one, it’s fine…”

“Bet the second one is always better though.”

“Maybe.”

“I wanna see if you can come twice. That okay?”

Jake snorts, mutters of course under his breath and slides a second finger into his ass. Bradley grinds back, hides his amusement at the fact that this guy has trouble saying yes to things. He’s got a couple of things he wants to try, nothing rough or bad, but he’s curious. And he’s sufficiently distracted Jake from asking about which three positions they’re going to try. He loses himself in the sensation of being ever so carefully stretched, Jake’s far more gentle than Bradley is with himself, and it’s all sorts of sweet. He lets Jake work a third finger and more lube into him for a few minutes before he moves deliberately away and stands.

“Lie back baby, I wanna see your face…” Bradley says, and he means it, wants to watch Jake’s face as he pushes his cock into Bradley. The thought of it makes his skin prickle. He gives himself a quick shake and stretch and then moves back to the bed, appreciates the view of Jake lying there, watching him with a hand on his cock, holding it almost too tight. Bradley reaches for a condom and makes quick work of sliding it on and lubing Jake up before he straddles Jake’s hips.

“Okay?”

“You’re askin’ me darlin’?”

“Sure am… come on now baby.”

He bears down, clenches his jaw at the stretch and waits the discomfit out. It eases away and he takes in a couple of deep breaths. He watches Jake’s face, the clench of his jaw, the fact that he doesn’t appear to even be breathing as Bradley slowly sinks down. Then his mouth falls open and he’s sucking in a deep breath and Bradley feels a wash of smugness envelop him.

“You okay?”

“Yeah baby… just… getting used to it again.”

He rolls his hips slowly, closes his eyes and sucks in a deep long breath. He can feel Jake’s fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs and it’s grounding in a way he didn’t know he needed. He opens his eyes again and smiles slowly, feels fucking decadent as he continues to roll his hips, savoring the sensation and he feels Jake shift, trying to get some leverage that Bradley has denied him by effectively pinning his hips with his own, Jake’s cock now trapped inside his body. He laces his fingers with Jake’s and then moves them so they’re effectively pinned beside Jake’s head, just above his shoulders, Bradley’s hands holding him in place.

“This okay?”

“Yes,” Jake gasps out, and his hips jerk up against Bradley’s ass and he pushes back before actually pulling away, finally giving Jake some space to move his own body, which he takes advantage of immediately by pushing his cock back into Bradley’s body.

“Yeah. I want you to fuck me now okay baby?”

It takes a couple of false starts but they get a rhythm going and then it’s hot sweat-slick skin, pulling apart to immediately come back together, breathy groans and praise about how good it feels, none of it making anymore sense than good, yes, more, fuck, right there, come on baby… Bradley doesn’t come as easily when getting fucked, but he still enjoys it. Definitely enjoys the blissed out look on Jake’s face as his entire body undulates beneath him. Still fucking gorgeous.

“You think you can come like this?” Bradley asks, pushing down a little firmer on his wrists, his teeth tugging on an earlobe, ass clenching.

“Yes. Please… yes.”

“Never said you had to hold back baby, you come when you’re good and ready…”

He guesses he should have expected the immediate sudden increase of movement, Jake fucking into him with the sole aim of coming and he holds himself still through it, thighs beginning to burn, Jake’s wrists under his palms, nails digging little crescents into his skin. His breath is coming faster, cock definitely hard and working toward coming, but not yet at the place Jake is at and Bradley really has his hopes pinned on him being able to get it up again pretty soon.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck.”

“Mmm… there you go.”

Bradley lets him catch his breath, he already knows Jake was pretty useless after two orgasms yesterday. He takes off the condom, does a perfunctory wipe with the towel. Notes rather pleasantly that Jake is still rock hard, like he hasn’t just come. He also doesn’t shy away from Bradley’s hand on him at all, no complaints of over stimulation. He keeps his hand busy, stretches out his legs and ruts his cock against Jake’s thigh while he maintains the handjob on Jake’s cock.

“Oh my god… that was… yeah.”

“Glad it has your seal of approval baby. And I don’t mean to point out the obvious, but you can’t leave me hanging like this baby… I know you’re feeling all fucked out, but just think about pushing through,” he jokes, referring the god-awful drills they make everyone do at the USNA.

Jake’s shifting then, moving to push Bradley onto his back, grabbing another condom, more lube and Bradley lets out a disbelieving laugh. He can’t seriously just switch back on like that, that’s inhuman. But he is. Jake is sliding his cock back into him and not quite folding him in half, but he’s got Bradley’s calves on his shoulders and the angle is fucking fantastic and just what Bradley needs. His hands are on Bradley’s hips, holding him firm as he fucks into him.

“Would never leave you hangin’ darlin’, come on…”

Bradley can’t help his arching body, it’s subconscious desire to get closer to the driving pressure that Jake’s cock is providing and he reaches for his cock, wraps a hand around it roughly. Fuck. He’d thought that he was in control here, but apparently not; Jake has flipped the tables, his apparent need to make Bradley come, and come while he’s getting fucked by Jake, his sudden and most intense desire. Bradley is more than okay with this.

“So good… fuck baby…”

“Bradley…Bradley… oh fuck…”

His name sounds broken, a desperate gasp in Jake’s mouth and he comes to the sound of his own name being cried out, his come splattering over his stomach. He ignores it, Jake is almost sobbing and he feels certain he’s close again.

“Come on baby… still round three.”

That gets him a hiccupy laugh and slap to his thigh, but Jake is shuddering, his entire body going tense before it’s then deflating like the strings holding him up have been cut. Bradley’s legs fall from his shoulder, achy from being so pleasantly abused. Jake falls/lays on his chest but immediately pulls back, expression on his face making Bradley laugh.

“Gross.”

“Yeah. I definitely need another shower.”

“Sounds good… you can go first.”

“So generous of you. Don’t front, I know you just want a nap…”

“Mmm…”

“Have that nap. I’ll go shower. Again.”

PART FOUR

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