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penny00dreadful · 1 year

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Inspired by this conversation from Campaign 2 - Episode 85 of Critical Role

Robin slammed their drinks down on the table and fell into the booth next to Steve. The loud music, the crush of bodies up on the dance floor and the low light would be enough to keep their conversation mostly private no matter how loud they got.

“Alright.” She slid over a poisonous looking shot and turned to him. “Dish the dish, bish!”

Steve wrinkled his nose but knocked the shot back anyway. Maybe it was a sign of how much he’d already drank or maybe it was a sign of just how unhinged his teenage years had been but it went down much easier than he thought it would. He needed to get a solid buzz going anyway, Chrissy and Eddie would be arriving soon and he didn’t think he’d be able to get through a whole night of watching Eddie flirt with strangers again without something strong in his blood.

“I might have a similar problem.”

Robin looked at him confused. “Wait, you’re into Chrissy too?”

Steve was scandalised. “No!”

“Gross!”

“No!”

“You were a jock, she was a cheerleader, oh my god this is too hetero for me to be even having this conversation-”

“No, not Chrissy!” Steve shouted in fond frustration, cutting her off.

“Oh,” she said, immediately deflating from her outburst and shooting right back around to thirsty for information, “who?”

He stared at her for a moment, grimacing, trying to figure out how he would delicately reveal his crushing and all consuming infatuation.

Her eyes widened the longer he stared.

“Me?!” She shrieked.

“No!” He shrieked right back, appalled.

“Oh, it’s me!” Robin threw her hands into her hair and turned fully to face him. “This is your way of telling me! Oh my god, Steve, we’ve been through this-”

“Shut up! Shut up!” He shouted, thudding his head against their table before turning his head to look at her, lowering his volume and whisper shouting. “It’s- it’s Eddie!”

She definitely hadn’t heard him but had clearly understood the way his lips formed around the name and her eyes nearly popped out of her head.

“Wait, what?!” Her whole body went reeling. “I’m sorry, what?!” She grabbed him by the scruff like a misbehaving cat and hauled him back upright.

Steve slumped under her hold and shrugged. “It's just kind of, I don't know. It's just a crush, I just don't know what to do with it.”

“Wait, what?!” Robin repeated, glancing up and staring across the dance floor where Chrissy had appeared near the bar, scanning for them. “Three more!” Robin shouted at her, throwing a hand up with three fingers lifted when their eyes met. “Three more rounds!”

“Each!” Steve called. He didn’t know what Chrissy saw in their faces, maybe it was desperation or just the possibility of juicy gossip but even though she couldn’t have heard them so far away, she grinned and nodded, turning back to the bar.

Steve rounded on Robin, bringing their faces close together and poking her in the chest. “If you fucking tell anybody-”

Robin was completely unphased. “Of course I’m not gonna tell anyone! You know- look at this face!” She said, bringing Steve’s finger up to rest on her nose and doing a terrible job of biting down on her grin.

“You tell everybody everything!”

His soulmate had the worst poker face he’d ever seen.

“I’m cool.”

“You are gonna let it slip.”

“No! Of course not!”

Steve slouched in his seat with a petulant fake pout. “I shouldn’t have told you.”

“Wait, what about him?” She nudged at his shoulder. “For me…” Robin looked out across the bar again where Chrissy was lining up their drinks on a tray. “It’s her cute little nose and her thighs-”

“Are you talking about Chrissy again?”

“Yesyesyes.” She replied with an air of ‘keep up’ “its her sweetness and kindness and unflappably positive outlook. But she could also get mean if she has to-” Robin didn’t seem to be entirely aware that the woman she was watching slowly make their way over to them was not just a figment of her fantasies but was actually here and would soon be involved in the conversation.

He wasn’t too worried about Chrissy finding out about his crush, she probably already knew if the looks she’d been giving him the past few weeks were anything to go by.

“What is it about him?”

Steve dragged his eyes away from Chrissy and back to Robin, twirling his empty shot glass on the table, contemplating. “He's fun, he makes me laugh, I like his ridiculous… everything. I think he's complicated and layered.” He glanced up as Chrissy set the tray down. “I don't know.”

“That’s cool.” Robin said, her voice uncharacteristically soft amongst the loudness.

“I’m not gonna act on it or anything!” Steve’s eyes bounced between the two girls. Chrissy seemed to pick up on what was happening immediately, sitting with her elbows on the table, leaning in while Robin stared at him disbelievingly, like he’d just said the most ridiculous thing imaginable.

“I wouldn’t have thought he'd be your type.” She said, giving him clemency and changing the thread of the conversation.

“I don’t think… he thinks… that I’m his type…” Steve replied with a crease in his brow, all the male pronouns in that sentence were confusing the shit out of him.

“So you’re telling me you’re not serious about this? That’s it’s just a crush, that this is not a thing-”

“Yeah, of course!” He exclaimed, not even believing himself and from the looks of it the two girls, they didn’t believe him either.

“Because what if… all he does is go on about how his love life is hopeless. What if he doesn’t even know what he likes?” Robin waggled her eyebrows at him, clearly insinuating that he should pursue.

Steve snorted, reaching for one of the multiple shots Chrissy set down. “I’ve had that fantasy.” He tried to make a light joke out of it but it was all too real in his own head. The amount of times he’d thought about introducing Eddie to all the shit he liked to have done to him in the bedroom and all the things he liked to do in return was downright obsessive.

He knocked his shot back at the same time the two girls did. The drink was definitely getting to him and Robin wasn’t far behind. They were entering Stage 4 Drunk.

Whimsy.

“He could be lost,” Robin squished his cheeks in between her hands, “he could be at sea right now, and you could be the anchor that brings him home.”

Steve nodded. “I could be the flame in the darkness.”

Chrissy was looking endlessly entertained. “I don't think that's how anchors work. Anchor brings you to the bottom, if I recall. Be the anchor that brings him to the bottom.”

But Robin just looked at her like she was agreeing with everything they said, barrelling forward. “What if he's lost because he doesn't know that you're what he's looking for? He thinks he likes-” she waved her arm out to the bodies on the dance floor.

Steve nodded. “I could be his beacon…” he downed the shot, the sharp tangle of alcohol shocking the whimsy out of him. “I need to stop saying these things.” He shook his head. “No, these aren’t any of these things anyway so like… it’s just this- I’m already-”

“It could totally be a possibility.” Robin yanked on his arm.

“It’s not a possibility-”

“But maybe it is.” She insisted with a look in her eye that he did not like.

“No.”

“Don’t worry.” She ran a hand clumsily through his hair, leaning in conspiratorially. “I’ll do some work.”

“nO!” Steve screamed helplessly while Chrissy cackled. “NO!”

But Robin was already nodding to herself. “I’ll find something I can do here.”

“No, Robin! Confiding! This was an exercise in confiding!”

She grinned at him like she was in on some big secret, darting two fingers between their eyes while Steve stared despondent. “I see what you’re getting at.”

“It's very black and white, it's just don't tell the secrets.” He tried to impress upon her, grabbing her hand which was still moving between them. “It's not that I'm getting at anything, it's just that this stays between us.” He glanced over at Chrissy who was looking wildly entertained. “This is our girl thing, okay?”

“Hey, but no matter what, we're not letting this break up the three of us.” Robin used her free hand to draw a circle around the three of them.

“No, absolutely not. We’re ride or die. It's not going to change anything.”

“No.” Robin nodded, seemingly satisfied but Steve still felt like his sanity was still in danger.

“Don't let it change anything.” He pleaded.

“It won't.” She grinned, all misplaced confidence and see-through casual exterior. “I will behave the same.”

“You’re already not.” He insisted, looking at her wide ‘I have a secret’ smile.

“Cool as a cucumber.”

“Oh my god.” Steve grabbed two more shots off the tray, knocking one back but the second was plucked from his grip.

Eddie wedged himself into the tiny amount of space beside Steve, his stolen shot disappearing down his throat.

“What are we talking about? Buckley’s got her ‘I have a secret’ smile on.”

Robin was staring at Eddie wide eyes with a huge grin on her face and if she thought she was being subtle she was fucking delusional.

Shit.

Steve knew from past experience she was about five minutes away from accidentally outing his big stupid fuck off crush so he had to deal with this himself.

He shoved Eddie out of the booth, calling a quick “Going out for a smoke!” over his shoulder and dragging him by the hand towards the back.

Steve wasn’t sure how long they stayed gone, but after two cigarettes each and something wild and intense in the bathroom afterwards, he found he didn’t really care.

#steddie #steve x eddie #stranger things #eddie x steve #fanfic #steddie fic #penny00dreadful #stranger things fic #platonic stobin #stobin friendship #buckingham #this popped into my head and wouldn't set me free #just silly little funsies #steve and robin are so chaotic together and i love that for them #critical role #beau and nott

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doobea · 9 months

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I CAN MAKE YOUR BED ROCK - RIN ITOSHI

synopsis: You're a famous online smut author, married to an international superstar athlete, and everyone around you thinks you have the perfect sex life. What they don't realize is Rin sleeps in the guest room and you're still very much a virgin.

contents: fem!reader, explicit content (f!oral receiving, m!oral receiving, fingering, my lame attempt to write dirty talk, blindfolds, virginity loss), characters are all in their mid/late-20s, romcom, fluffy smut (if that's even a thing), feels like PWP (there's like 3 smut scenes?) and also mini sex ed, sae makes an appearance!!!, wholesome ending hehe, mdni word count: 8K (idk this could've been split up into two parts but here we are) a/n: words cannot describe how happy i am to see this whim of a series turn into something so huge in a short span!! like tysm!! anyway, i hope you guys enjoy the final part :)

四 : call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock -> prev.

Tuesdays are miserable for Rin.

They're usually reserved for prepping for press conferences, answering emails from sponsorships, and posting on his socials to increase interactions with his followers - all courtesy of Ego's 'Blue Lock: Career Manager' program. Tuesdays are the only days when Rin can work from home but it drains the most energy out of him.

Today he wakes up before his alarm, a rare occurrence, and notices an oddly large amount of sunlight in the room. He shifts around and tries to yawn, only realizing that his jaw is stiff and sore from the night before. It soon dawns upon him that he's in your bed and feels the extra weight on the left side. He tilts his head down, eyes softening at the sight of you in his shirt, snuggled right up against his bare chest with just the tiniest of drools sweeping out of your lips, but he doesn't mind.

There's a sudden urge to use the bathroom but he rests in bed for a few moments longer. His fingers brush some of your locks away from your frame and watches as your eyes flutter under closed lids at the contact. He starts counting your breaths in intervals, almost trying to calculate your heartbeat in his weird little head, and begins to feel overwhelmed by how right it feels to be laying next to you.

Tuesdays just got better for Rin.

The first beat of his alarm goes off and he's fast to put it to snooze in order to not disrupt your slumber. The athlete takes this moment as motivation to get up and gently sweeps you over to your sides before crawling out of bed. His back creaks, aches, and pops when he pulls himself to his feet and attempts to do his routine yoga stretches. And, at that moment, Rin decides that he'll make his favorite dish for breakfast.

Your nose twitches you awake from the fragrant earthy smell emanating from the kitchen. You sit up a bit too fast, vision going white as you're hit in the face with the immediate morning shine, and groan. Sounds of stacking plates and water trickling in the background are soon followed by the shuffling of slippers coming close to your direction as you see your shirtless husband carrying in a breakfast tray occupied by two bowls of green tea rice with bream and tall glasses of water.

"Good morning," He sets down the tray on the bedside table and leans forward to plant a kiss on your cheek, "did you sleep well?"

"You wouldn't believe it," You shoot him a cheeky grin, "maybe we should do this more often."

He raises an amused brow, "Sleeping together?"

You shrug back with a teasing look, "If that's what you wanna call it then sure."

The mattress lets out a small squeak as Rin sits down, quickly cupping the sides of your face into his for a deeper kiss. The heat of his mouth on yours feels all too welcoming that you can't help but relax your head back down to the pillow. You find yourself eagerly returning his kisses, searching for his tongue with yours and gently nipping at the corner of his mouth.

Rin breaks free for a moment, redness evident on his cheeks, "The food."

You slouch forward, lips brushing over his neck which causes him to tense up, "I'm sure we can spare just 15 minutes, right?"

"Right, 15 minutes." He breathes and looks at you, "Is there anything you want me to do?"

For the past year, you've dreamt of Rin saying this exact question over a dozen times with a dozen of different answers. Whether it be him kissing you until you were a sloppy wreck, leaving hickeys and love marks all over each other's bodies until his teammates complained, or having him absolutely fuck you into oblivion.

"Up to you."

Rin nods and pulls off the blanket covering you, admiring how cute you looked in his baggy t-shirt, and lowers himself further until his face is right between your thighs. He leaves a trail of kisses along the side of your right thigh, lips moving lower, engulfing the hot candy-coated skin. You can feel yourself growing wetter and start to whine, instinctively grinding your hips against the mattress.

"Calm down." You hear him whisper, breath hot against your wet center.

"Rin." You don't know how many times you were going to cry out his name, but you needed him to understand.

As his mouth hovers over the area that you had no idea was so needy until now, he continues to kiss the insides of your thighs, forcing you to turn your entire body to the side in search of some form of pressure. His name makes its way past your lips again and, at that sound, he holds tighter to your thighs to spread them apart. Rin stares at your dripping opening, spreading it open with two fingers for so long that you look down to meet his dangerous teal eyes.

"I have a meeting in 30." He says as if it was dirty talk and you almost end up laughing but saved the energy to give a light squeeze at his head with your thighs.

"So make it fast."

Rin nods slowly, and soon, his hot, firm tongue is on your sensitive nub. He moves in long, fast strokes, caressing the neediest part of your body while one of his rigid hands settles onto your hip, rooting you against the mattress. You screw your eyes shut at the action, feeling the pleasure beginning to inch its way up to your stomach, and made the realization your husband has already made note of all of your sweet spots in just two sessions.

Your rapid moans begin to fill the room and you attempt to lift your hips against his strength, every muscle in your abdomen tightening as you try to concentrate on finding release.

"Rin, I'm clo—"

A loud blaring ringtone from Rin's pocket snaps you both out of the intoxicated spell and he groans in frustration. He gets up to sit on the end of the mattress, picking up his call with a swift swipe. You can't make out the exact words from the line but, from Rin's pursed lips and hard expression, you knew it was work-related.

"Yeah, I'll hop on in just a second. Thanks." The call drops with a beep.

You pull the blankets up to cover yourself, trying to hide the disappointment stretched on your face, "Ego?"

"Yeah," Rin sighs and throws you an apologetic look, "we'll continue later? My sponsors started the meeting early."

"Mhm, that's fine." You give his arm a small squeeze, a secret way of saying 'Go fuck them up'. And he squeezes back, his way of saying 'I will'.

Rin's meeting with his sponsors is... interesting.

Like most people who know him, he likes to keep things relatively minimal and doesn't like showing much of his personality other than what people usually see on screen - deadpan and curt. And he prefers to keep it as such. Though, and he blames Ego, his recent sportswear sponsors have been pressuring him to 'change' his persona for their new campaign (and gaining a new wide customer audience of course). And the theme for that? Eros.

"Has anyone told you that you have a hidden sex appeal?"

Rin almost chokes on his drink before responding quietly, "Not many?" Aside from you, that is.

The middle-aged man on his laptop screen laughs, "We'd think you'd be perfect, but you need to flesh out that side of you."

"Huh," is all Rin could say because why would athletic wear even be sexy in the first place?

"We're a bit busy today on site but if you could send us full body shots in these poses," the man sends over a link in the chat, "we'll compensate ten thousand for that and then the rest on the day of the shoot, deal?"

Getting these types of offers is usually rare in Rin's case. Brands tend to fit their representative's aesthetics rather than molding them into something they're not. But sometimes they can get a bit ruthless with their pestering.

He clicks on the link and a separate tab opens up, revealing a series of seductive mock-ups of a blindfolded shirtless model in tight Nike boxers. This is what they wanted him to do? Just so they can sell some underwear? Rin finds himself regretting turning down the Mcdonalds' campaign two months ago. Maybe that would've kept his schedule busy and Nike could've turned to someone else like Reo or Karasu.

He wants to say no, but this was one of Blue Lock's biggest donors. Saying no would result in another long meeting with Ego and the rest of the company's executive board. And there's no way that he could sit through that again.

"I'll send them over by the end of the day."

The man snaps up, eyes wide, "Perfect! Pleasure doing business with you as always, Itoshi." Without saying any departures, his screen goes black.

Rin grunts and slumps down in his chair, only looking up when he hears his bedroom door creaking opening slightly, revealing your figure with a sly smile.

Ah, he can't tell if he likes the look or not.

"I'm assuming you—"

"Can I please help?!"

Rin doesn't miss the glint that flashes across your eyes. It appears that you already have something in mind and he needs to send over the photos by this afternoon so does he even have a say? It wasn't like Rin knows how to take gaudy photos anyway.

He fakes being in deep thought briefly with a finger to his lips, enjoying the sight of your bubbling excitement, before agreeing, "Where should we start?"

You strut over to his laptop and eye the mock-up photos that his sponsor had sent over. Rin closely watches your facial expressions change as you seem to take this newfound role with increasing responsibility and seriousness. Of all the time spent together within the past year, he's never seen you this passionate over something silly in his opinion.

"Do you have their product on hand?" Your question snaps him from his thoughts and he nods, pointing towards the guest room closet.

"They sent over three separate pairs last week. I didn't bother trying them on."

A gasp escapes from your lips follow quickly by a pout, "I could've seen you in them?!”

“We’ve only started being intimate a few days ago, honey.” He said matter of factly.

“Still…” Your voice trails off with a playful eye roll before you clap your hands together in movement of an idea.

Rin straightens up from his seat at the action, unsure of what to expect within the next couple of minutes. He hears you mumble something under your breath and watches you leave the room and return with what appears to be a black cloth, some rope, and a pair of handcuffs. While he knows that you usually receive free sex toys from your collaborations, he can’t help but question whether you’ve used them or not. You toss the items onto the mattress and rummage through his drawers to pull out the sealed package with the branded boxers.

"It'll be quick, babe!"

Most likely not, he thinks. With the direction of where this is heading, Rin believes he'll soon revisit this morning's session.

Much to his own surprise, modeling in only his boxers was something he discovered he was effortless at. Or maybe it was your own enthusiasm and concentration behind the camera that made him feel a bit at ease. You both moved to the living room area to catch better lightning and instructed Rin to lay down on the sectional couch with a singular hand tousled through his hair. In just a span of a few minutes, you've captured over a dozen dynamic close-ups and full-body shots of your husband's figure.

"Do you do this often?" Rin speaks out.

You stand behind the camera with unwavering focus, thumb hovering over the shutter as you set up for the next shot, "Not often but only with the toys I get."

Rin flinches from the flash before pressing on, "Do you use anything of them on yourself?"

Your dexterous fingers adjust the settings and angle the device slightly right, "Never, if I'm being completely honest." A faint flush travels to the tip of your ears at the next sentence and you feel yourself hesitating, "I've only ever used my personal vibrator but that's about it. I have a mannequin in my room that I dress up in order to understand visuals whenever I'm writing."

This is new. In the short amount of time that you've guys been spending together, you believe that this is actually the first instance where Rin asks about what you do for work. And despite him going down on you this morning, you can't help but want to crawl somewhere far and away from the sudden embarrassment. You do this for a living!

A few more flashes and loud snaps go by.

"And what exactly are you currently writing?" He asks. Rin is no good at hiding his intentions, teasing leaks into it.

You freeze, feeling his watchful gaze, and choose your next words carefully, "A short novel about a husband and wife. Really corny plot to explain, I don't think you'll like it that much." You try to laugh off your sudden nerves.

Rin crosses his arms, now sitting up, "I don't mind listening."

For a long moment, you stare back at him, mouth agape, trying to scramble for an answer, "Um, it's about their awkward relationship and them trying to get comfortable with one another, if that makes sense?"

The uneasiness of your answer is something he picks up on and Rin can't help but move forward with it, "That sounds awfully familiar." He says as if it's a long-forgotten memory, placing weight on each word.

Your hands fumble with the next camera shot, "A-Ah, there are tons of books that follow a similar premise, it's nothing new!" Rin looks like he's going to add something to the topic but you interject, "Let's move to the next set! Can you put on the blindfold?"

He obeys, your shoulders relax as the conversation dissolves, and he ties the black cloth around his eyes, only allowing his dark bangs over them. You watch him fumble back into his original pose with his legs spread and arms propped up against the couch’s frame.

Anyone within their right mind would easily agree that Rin Itoshi is attractive. If you were to show any of your penpals a photo they would probably hound you down for stealing a man like him off the market. Even when you were looking through his application over a year ago, you had a general idea of what to expect but meeting him in person blew away your expectations. Seeing him earlier was great, fantastic even, but there was something about having that blindfold on that made your breath stuck in your throat.

"How does it feel?"

"No different from me closing my eyes." Except, well it is different. He feels a lot more vulnerable with not knowing your movements, his sense of touch is heightened and, frankly, he's aroused. And of course, you catch the last part.

"I can feel you staring, you know."

"It's hard not to." You snap the photos and made a mental note to photoshop the growing appendage away. You aren’t really sure what would happen if that gets approved and you really don't want to find out. "Can you lay flat on the couch this time? Hands behind your head? Yeah, just like that - perfect."

He vaguely makes out the flashes behind the thick fabric and jolts when he suddenly feels your cold fingers tracing his lower abdomen. He stays still, wondering where and what you're planning to do next in heavy excitement. His erection jerks hard against the boxer briefs as your fingers make their journey down, hand stopping right when his seemingly wet tip throbs up into your palm.

"Stay still for me?" And he hears you laugh when he nods a bit too fast.

Rin draws a sharp breath through his teeth when you free his erection from the slits of his bottoms, his hands travel to meet yours and place them around his length. Zero words are exchanged as the next thing he feels is your warm tongue wrapping eagerly around him.

He instinctively bucks his hips towards your mouth, toes curling in the process as you start dragging your tongue up and down his arousal. It only took a few more tries before you start to feel the moment when he loses the control that he had been holding onto diligently for so long.

But what fun would that be?

You pull back from his length with an audible pop and laugh, "That's for this morning."

He wants to cry at the loss of contact but holds back. Rin tosses off the blindfold, throwing it across the room, and the moment his gaze meets yours, it's burning. "Not fair."

"It's only fair, babe." You reply back with a tease.

Your body falls softly against the cushions of the couch as your husband gets up and he picks you up easily by flinging a hand under your legs. You wrap your legs around his waist, resting just above his needy erection, and widen your eyes as he starts stepping toward the bedroom.

"What about the photoshoot?"

"Just send over what you have," He makes a low, guttural sound in response and traces his tongue along the crook of your neck, "I want to do something else right now."

He pulls you away gently by your throat, forcing you to look back at him. His eyes scan your face, looking you over and memorizing every detail before they fall to your lips, and he leans forward and kisses you.

As his tongue breaches your mouth, he sets you down on the mattress, crawling on top, and shivering when his bare cock brushes over your bottoms. You can't help the way you tremble under his hold, your entire body lighting on fire. You have an idea of where this might go but, before anything else, you reach over to your bedside drawer and pull out a series of small boxes.

He pulls away at the sound and inspects the items, "You always kept condoms there?" Rin asks.

"No," You said a bit too defensively, "I'm just an optimist and safety comes first." You toss two boxes in his hands. "Check the date on those."

He eyes them strangely and taking out a couple of colored condoms and clear ones. "Why?"

You squeeze his thigh, sitting up on the mattress this time, "The good ones expire within two to three years. I think these should be decent? Pick whichever one you want to use."

Rin blanks for a while, trying to weigh out his options. He doesn't know why but this is harder to decide compared to who he should pass to on the field. You sit back slightly against the headboard, rubbing small circles into his thigh before he finally comes to a decision and picks up a black one.

Your lips quirks up, "Ribbed for her pleasure?"

He plays with the packaging between his fingers and furrows his brows, "I don't trust the ultra-thin ones."

"It's not like they make the condoms break on purpose!"

"I know that," He blushes in embarrassment, "I just want us to be safe too."

You free yourself from your top and bottoms, letting your breasts perk up in exposure to the cold air in the bedroom. Rin doesn't wait long to get rid of his only remaining article of clothing and carefully removes the wrapper from its confinement. He fumbles with the condom for a bit, trying to find the correct way of putting it on so that it doesn't automatically slip off, and gingerly pushes your back against the mattress.

Rin takes a moment to fully absorb the sight, his heavy gaze darting across your fully naked flushed figure along the white sheets that hugs your outline beneath you. Hands rest firmly along your waist and he leans forward, a mixture of concern and lust raging in his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

Your arms wrap behind his neck, anchoring yourself below as you waited with much anticipation, "Take your time, I'm right here."

It takes Rin a few long seconds for this realization to hit, spurring him to action. He pulls back slightly, one hand steady on your waist and the other gripping his arousal as he begins to slowly enter your folds inch by inch. A heatwave goes through his system at the feeling of your tight cavern clenching around the tip of his cock, Rin bites into his lip to control himself and gently pushed forward, sliding inside of your entrance and pushing through the thin strip of resistance while you begin to cry softly by his ear.

"I’m sorry," he apologizes when he hears you emit a sharp sound of pain, "We can stop if this is too much."

You hold onto him tighter, refusing to lift your chin from his shoulder. "It's fine," you manage to breathe out, "I'm trying to get used to you."

You moan and lower your hips, forcing him deeper inside of you, his length fully draped in your tight warmth. It's Rin's turn to wince, this time at the feeling of being fully inside. Without thinking about it and unable to control his body’s response, he begins to thrust his hips up towards yours slowly, still holding onto you firmly as you widen your legs under him.

"You're so tight." Rin rasps out, your nails digging deeper into his shoulders.

You fight back the tears and whimper, "It feels good, don't stop."

"I know," he coos, unable to keep from responding in the heat of the moment.

What started as slow, tepid lovemaking soon became rough and swift. Your muffled moans soon grow into loud, uncontrollable whines as you cry out your passion into the room. Rin screws his eyes shut and lets his concentration break, his mind fully focused on the feeling of you under and tight around him as he works his length as deep inside of you. All he can think about is how good you feel and how long he wanted this, and now finally being with you like this - so close and so unveiled - it's more than he can handle, more than he can believe.

Rin knows that he's moments away from falling apart completely. Feeling the cord tighten in his stomach, he leans forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking it gently while he brought his fingertips to your sensitive nub and begins to circle around the area until your mewling grows further into a frenzy.

"Fuck," You begin to cry into his shoulders, fingers tearing at his hair, "It feels too good, baby."

Rin is too far gone at that point, and he realizes too late that his climax is bursting out of him, his cock leaking heavily into the wrapper. You're soon behind him, biting into his shoulder as your own orgasm hit, and the feeling of your walls gripping and clenching him only prolongs his own release and it leaves him feeling intoxicated and dazed.

He pulls his hand away from where it sat between you both, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close, both your breathing laborious and loud. Rin tries to process the reality of what had just transpired, but he knows that he would never truly understand why he's lucky enough to be with you in this way.

"As cheesy as this sounds," You rake your fingers through his damp locks and giggle at his exhausted state, "I'm glad we waited to do this."

"I'm sorry that we didn't do this sooner," Rin replies quietly, nudging his face closer to your chest, "you did great."

"You made it great for me."

Your bodies breathe in rough synchronization and you leave the clean-up process to become tomorrow's worries.

Waking up to the sight of you drooling on him has quickly become one of his favorite things to look forward to. Rin doesn't even hide his intentions as he reaches for his phone and snaps a picture of you. The sound and flash from the device wake you and you soon take note of the wet mess that you had laid on his chest from the night before.

You let out a yelp, using the blankets to immediately wipe off any trace of saliva, "Delete that right now!"

Rin quickly saves it as his new phone background and shakes his head, "That's not on my to-do list today." Not like he has a to-do list, but he enjoys seeing this flustered side of you outside of the bedroom playground.

You pout, "Who knew you could be so mean?"

"My parents left that part out of my application for obvious reasons."

Before you could say anything more, Rin's phone buzzes in his hands, and his brother's ID flashes across the screen. This could mean one or two things, he's wishing him a happy birthday or his whole family is coming to visit. Considering that it's not even September yet, you can only assume the latter.

Rin scrambles to put on a pair of boxers and hops out of bed to take the call, "Be right back."

It had been almost three months since your in-laws last visited your home. With his older brother living abroad in Spain and his parents spending their retirement funds on travels, it was hard to find a good quiet week for everyone to fly over. But, when they do visit, it's always an impromptu visit on their end that leaves you scrambling around the house last minute. Rin knows how stressed that leaves you so when he gets off the phone with Sae, he immediately lets you know about the upcoming visit within the next three days. While most people may think three days is still short notice, at least that's better than waking up at 4 in the morning with everyone by the front door.

"How long do you think they're gonna stay for?" You step out of the shower in your bathrobe and eye the wall clock.

"Only two days, it'll be brief. My mother just wants to drop some stuff off and have dinner." He says while making the bed.

You hum in deep thought, "We can spend the rest of today grocery shopping when you get back from work if you want."

"I would like that."

Rin helps you clean the place for the first two days and then on the final day he spends all his time in the kitchen. He reassures that he'll handle the cooking since everyone in his family are picky eaters, especially his older brother.

"You sure you don't need help, babe?" You try and peer over his shoulders but his tall frame made it nearly impossible. Rin notices and takes a step aside for you to look.

He's wearing one of your pink, frilly aprons while chopping up various greens on the cutting board. On the stove he has three separate pots, one pot was nearly filled to the brim with bone broth and tender meat, the other was a smaller pot with already boiled vermicelli noodles, and the last pot is just a placeholder for raw vegetables.

"I've got it covered," He says with focus and tosses the last bit of cilantro into the third pot. "Is everything else ready for tonight?"

"Mhm," You lean against his side, engulfing your nose with the intense aroma from the meat, "The smell alone is riling me up." You said half-jokingly.

His eyes glimmer and immediately pauses his actions, "Maybe we could sneak one in before they arrive?"

You lightly pinch his shoulder and laugh, "Are you a sex addict now or something?"

"No," He sets down the knife and turns off the stove, face leaning into yours as he cages you in between his arms and the kitchen counter. "Maybe just a you addict."

You pinch his shoulder again, a little too roughly, and Rin winces. His lips ghost over yours and, with a simple touch, you latch your arms around his neck and press your lips together. It's firm, rough, and almost desperate. Rin's hand drifts up the back of your shirt, easily snapping the back of your bra band off, and soon gets a hold of one of your exposed breasts. You melt into his touch, whining when his fingers brush over a nub.

You reluctantly pull back when you smell the intense fragrance again, a faint string of saliva stretching and breaking in between you two, "What time are they coming over?"

He glances at the clock on the wall, "About an hour."

You snap your head towards the unfinished dining room table and curse under your breath, "I forgot to set up the plates and runner."

Rin caresses your cheeks, forcing you to readjust your attention back to him. "It'll be quick, don't worry." He ushers, placing your hands against his aching clothed length.

It’s almost like a trend with you two now. Finding odd moments to become intimate during a time crunch. "Fine," You press against his warmth and offer him a sultry smile, "but you're on cleaning duty."

"Fair enough deal." He groans at you, running his fingers across the now damp fabric of your panties.

Lifting a hand, you trace the outline of his face with your fingertip, admiring the sharp angular features and how his long lashes rest under his eyes as he breathed quietly. Your eyes fall on the firm definition of his biceps where they peeked from the black form-fitting t-shirt he always likes to wear around you.

Rin's eyes were glowing in that specific cloudy gaze again before he bashfully asks, "Can I go down on you?"

You shudder when his fingers press down on your clothed clit, "It's hard to say no when it's you, Rin."

He tugs at your waistband, easily slipping off the article of clothing to the ground, and watches you with greed in his eyes as you slither out of your soiled underwear. His hands grip firmly against your ass, lifting and placing you down gently on the counter, away from his carefully crafted meal prep. You shiver against the cold marble countertop and watch with anticipation as he slowly bends down to level his face between your wet heat.

He has already memorized and claimed your scent as his own; it’s a fierce and sweet concoction of hormones and needs that only his words and touch could elicit in you. As your aroma encircled him, Rin couldn't help but grow more and more thirsty. His fingers rest firmly on your folds, spreading you apart.

"Rin," You find yourself panting out his name, hands immediately tugging at his dark locks.

He nuzzles his face right into the wet slick, burying himself in your addicting warmth, "Be good for me, okay?"

Despite the rush of getting everything set up, Rin takes his time. His tongue makes its laps against your folds and he feels your trembling body as you buck against the countertop. You let out another moan, this time contained in your throat but still loud and sweet enough for him to hear, and the sound of it makes his length ache in return.

He tries to ignore the throbbing pain and focuses on your pleasure. His tongue dances in the forms of long, short, and fast strokes against your flesh, stopping only when he reaches your clit. Every time he stopped, your body tensed above him, and it made him smile knowing that he could get you like this. Rin hates to admit it but he loves to tease you as much as he loves to leave you awash with pleasure. As he continues to ravage from below, you begin to whine incoherently and lean back further until your back is flush against the cold countertop.

"Rin, please—" The knot growing in your stomach makes your hands ball up into fists in his hair, knuckles turning white from the immense pleasure.

He can't see your face but, judging from the cadence in how you called out his name, he knows that you're close. Seeing you behaving desperate and anxious only makes him love you ten times more than he had moments ago. Giving your thighs a light spank, his lips latch onto your clit, and rolls his tongue in circles.

He feels the vibrations of your moans echoing throughout your messy figure but he wants to finish you off in a way that'll turn you into putty in his hands. He sucks on your sensitive nerve one last time before pulling away, standing up, and using the back of his hand to wipe away the honey-coated slick that's across his face.

Before you get a chance to cry out in frustration, Rin seizes you by your waist and pulls your body forward so that your feet touch the floor. He meets with your flushed expression as you quietly gasp for air and pulls out a wrapper he had in his pockets.

"Can we?" He says it so tenderly.

"God," You can't help but laugh weakly at the sight, legs trembling from the built-up pressure, "You get cleaning duty and owe me brunch tomorrow."

He hums in agreement as he slips out of his sweats, erection raging red and getting fully wrapped around by the condom, "Consider that a date."

"Just don't take too long because we still—"

Bringing one hand up towards your cheek, he pulls you into a swift kiss that quickly silences you. Your words soon deteriorate into a muffled series of moans into his mouth as he gravitates his palm under your right thigh, lifting and spreading it just enough that he slips his length inside in one smooth glide.

"You fit so perfectly around me." He breathes between your ragged lips before lowering your leg, his thumbs taking place onto your hips.

Rin starts off his thrusts at a swift pace, not too rough but still reaching your deepest spots that had you clenching your eyes shut and tipping your head back. He winces at the tightness and warmth of your sex, suppressing back the moan that rose into a bubble in his throat but it's nearly impossible with how electrifying everything feels.

"Don't look away."

Your eyes flutter open and tilt your head forward, finding his smoldering gaze. Rin stares back, studying the way your lips part as you call his name and the way that your brows furrow in pleasure.

"That's it." He pumps a snap thrust into you, causing your hands to fly directly around his neck, holding onto him tight. "You're such a good girl."

The sound of his voice has always been able to produce flutterings in your heart, but hearing him talk to you like this, speaking words like that, is enough to sharpen the ache and send the deluge of your insides rushing forth like a dam has been breached.

The sounds coming out of you right now are inconvincible. Your sentences and his name starts sounding like a new language but he can't bother to listen to your nonsense chatter right now. Not while he's focusing so hard on the magnificent feel of your warmth that was melting him where he stood, his concentration on heightening your ecstasy until you break under his touch. He brings his hips as close to yours as he can, each stroke smooth and just deep enough to hit your spot every time he falls back into you. You shut your eyes again, dropping your forehead to his chin, and Rin grunts, letting himself drown in the overwhelming bliss of being inside of you.

"Tell me how it feels." He moans against your sweat-covered collarbones.

You launch yourself closer, now chest to chest with your husband, "It's so good—you take care of me so well!"

Another sharp thrust causes your walls to spasm crazy against his arousal, he nips at your neck in response, "I know I do."

He’d built you up so high earlier that it doesn't take long for you to fall apart. Your walls continue to tighten around him and your nails scrape lines into his shoulder blades. You're crying his name again, the sound bright and muffled against his neck, but Rin focuses on the feel of you losing yourself on his cock. You begin to lean against him, your body going slack and limbless.

Feeling a burning hot pressure grows inside his own core as he devours your sounds and drives into you with a few final deep pumps, unable to stop himself when he spills hot against the wrapper inside of you.

Rin is trembling as he finishes, and you're still vicing him in a death grip with the searing wet heat of your sex. Your sounds have mostly quieted now, minus the weak giggling, leaning completely limp against him. Your arms are still looped around his shoulders and the sweat from your brow trails his clavicle where your head had come to rest.

"How long do we have?" You finally breathe, brain still intoxicated by the rush of pleasure.

"15 minutes." He sighs and pulls outs, soon realizing the mess that you both had made all over his groin and legs.

A groan mumbles through your lips, "Think we have enough time to squeeze in a shower?"

Rin places a chaste kiss on your wet cheeks, "Not a chance."

It's a miracle how efficiently you two work under pressure. It's also no surprise that Rin is fast at almost everything he does. Whether it be running from one end of the field to the other or rushing to have the meals all perfectly set up by the dining table as your in-laws were just arriving through the door. You mentally thank him for giving you just enough time to fix your 'post-sex' crazed hair and take care of 'her' business.

By the time you arrive at the dining table, practically everything and everyone had already been seated and served. You shyly say your brief greetings before taking a seat next to Rin, "How was the flight over?"

Sae, who sat across from you, doesn't try to hide the disdain in his voice, "Still jetlagged and tired, if I'm being honest."

Rin picks up his noodles and sends his brother a questioning look, "You literally flew in first class." He jabs.

The older male fakes a yawn, "And? There's still a seven-hour time difference."

Your mother-in-law quickly interjects the growing tension, "It wasn't too bad, we had a layover in Shanghai which was nice, and we even brought gifts!" She reaches underneath the table, pulling out several luxury branded boxes and a lone black plastic bag that was stuffed to the brim with white fabric.

"That one is mine." Sae lamely points at the black bag which earns a huff from your husband. Of all the few times you've met his brother, you don't know if he's genuinely bad at giving out gifts or just did it on purpose to tick off Rin. "Wear it in private." He adds casually in a whisper.

"So," Your mother-in-law's voice chimes in an all too familiar tone at the dinner table, her chopsticks clinking against the noodles in the bowl as her eyes dart between the two of you on the other side. Her husband shifts awkwardly in the seat next to her and Sae mindlessly chews, though his head perks at the incoming conversation. "When are you guys expecting kids?"

You nearly spit out your meal in response, still not used to her directness, "Oh, umm..." Your eyes wander to Rin in hopes of a reasonable reply.

In the past, Rin would be quick to give an answer that fell more along the lines of "We're still getting to know each other" or "We're both busy to focus on that right now". Normally you wouldn't say anything in return and merely silently agree just because he was right. Plus, you never did feel comfortable admitting to his parents that you did indeed want to sleep with their son, maybe not pop out a baby anytime soon, but definitely slipping under the sheets.

You were half expecting Rin to spout out a similar retort this time around but, while looking over at his face, Rin shoots his parents a faint smile and squeezes your hand. This earned a loud gasp from everyone at the table, including yourself.

"Give us maybe two years?"

A time frame? An actual time frame? Everyone is thinking the same thing.

"Oh, my heavens..." His mom places a hand to her mouth and tears start pooling at the corners of her eyes. His dad immediately fetches her a napkin and holds her shaking figure in his arms, chanting that their dreams of having grandkids are now achievable.

Sae lets out an empty huff before giving a small congratulatory clap, "Guess you guys finally did something about that."

"About what?" You and Rin ask in unison.

Sae motions his hands in your direction, expression deadpan, "Sex." He says it loud enough for you to hear but thankfully your in-laws are too occupied crying tears of joy to realize what was said.

Rin glares at his brother and a loud thump was heard. You think your husband just kicked Sae underneath the table but Sae's face stayed unwavering. Or maybe he was trying to hold back his pained expression? You can’t read him that well.

"Quiet." Rin seethes but Sae only shrugs and tosses the black bag across the table.

"Open it up." Sae says a bit too eagerly.

Rin rips into the bag, and he groans when he pulls out two sweaters, the soft fabric spilling over his lap. He groans even more when he lifts one up, unfolding it and holding it at arm’s length. It’s a white baggy, comfortable-looking sweater. There’s black writing across the chest, the words ‘she's just my roommate’ plastered over the front in a Disney-styled font, with an arrow pointing to the right.

"The other one is for Y/N."

The second sweater is identical to the first in color and design, except this one has the words ‘I'm more than that’ with arrows pointing down.

Well, that's certainly embarrassing. You don't even bother questioning where he even ordered it from.

Rin lets the sweater fall onto his lap, "This is going to be our new dish rag. I'm not wearing this."

"Of course you will," Sae takes a sip from his glass and flicks over a rare smirk, "You're going to toss out your big brother's gift?"

"It is comfortable." You point out and Rin groans again when he sees you pulling the sweater over your head. Hair tousled from putting it on and the baggy look does look incredibly cute on you but still...

Sae clears his throat, "I get first dibs on naming the kid, by the way."

Rin rolls his eyes, "And what's the name?"

"Sae Jr."

Another loud thump and you could've sworn a tear rolled down his cheek.

It's Autumn by the time you finish your beloved passion project. You've spent the last few weeks hulled in your room after the family dinner, rapidly typing away on your keyboard for what seems to be hours that Rin legitimately thought he had to buy you a new one. You claimed that you finally knew how to piece the rest of the story together and you couldn't let the idea sit around. He respected your decision but still checked in every now and then to drop off takeout meals and water break reminders.

Once finished with the finalized novel, your penpals were the first ones to gain early access to it on your Patreon site. A quick video call from them in the middle of the night was all the confirmation you need to know that all the "pain" and "suffering" was worth it.

"See? This is why you're number one!" Bachira pops open a bottle of champagne while wearing a cheapy-made party hat.

Chigiri raises his own glass to toast, "How many physical copies are you printing out?"

"I think 500? I have to double-check with my manufacturer for the numbers. But that also means 500 books to sign and I am not looking forward to that."

Your friends roar over the speakers at the fact, downing another glass of alcohol.

Unaware of how noisy the sounds were coming from your phone, you failed to recognize Rin shifting around in his sleep. He wakes up with a low moan. You thought he was going to yell at you but only pulls you closer to his bare chest, his hand soon finding a place to rest on your stomach and eyes flutter open against your skin.

"Who are you talking to?" His raspy voice catches your friends' attention.

"Oh my god," Hiori tries to look closer into your video, "is that your husband?"

Shidou's screen flashes white for a second and grins, "He's hella sculpted."

"Wait, did you just take a screenshot?" Your eyes widen and quickly turn off the video before they could see Rin's face.

"Wait, we wanna see the hubby!"

Your friends begin to whine but your fingers hover over the red button, "Okay bye, thanks for all the love but I have to walk my fish tomorrow morning!" When the call drops, you turn to look at your half-asleep husband, whispering an apology.

He gently pinches your stomach and hums in contentment, "It's fine, but you have to wake up early tomorrow, right?"

"I do," You release a long sigh and press your back deeper into his chest. "But I'm proud of how everything turned out."

"I'm sure it'll be one of your best sellers." Rin hums against your spine, causing you to giggle in reaction.

"Yeah," You reply quietly. "I mean, I hope it does well. I literally wrote a book about us."

He hugs you tighter, looking at you with a faraway look in his eyes, "Life imitates art, I guess."

You feel like you're going to burst with a rush of emotions. With all things considered, you both had come pretty far. "Hey, Rin?"

His lips brush against your shoulders, "Yeah?"

In a barely audible voice, you whisper, "I love you."

The words hang in the air for a split moment. With half-lidded eyes laced with drowsiness, Rin blinks slowly, the corners of his lips twisting into a serene smile.

He leans close to plant a longing kiss on your forehead before rejoining without hesitation, "I love you too."

[ I CAN MAKE YOUR BED ROCK ]

Hana Kay has dedicated her entire career to writing erotica professionally. Everything in her life was going all according to plan when she finally hits a million followers and gets a once-in-a-lifetime chance to get featured on Today's Morning Show. Nothing stands in her way, not even the jarring fact that she's a virgin and that she's too afraid to even touch her own husband. But when Hana has a face-to-face meeting with her seething editor and a fight with writer's block, she has no choice but to face her fears.

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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Can u imagine Aegon slapping someone's ass but then she turns around and bam, Aemond's wife 🤡 He slapped her ass. Ass of Y/N. Ass of Aemond's beloved lady wife. Aemond saw. He may not kill but that doesn't mean Aegon will get away with it

hahaha listen I had to write this Anon message into a fic it's too funny...(post writing edit) Aemond got more angry than I thought he would so enjoy him popping off I guess!

Aemond x wife!reader | Protective Aemond | Run, Aegon, run

The night was growing late, and the goblets of wine quickly emptying. Especially Aegon's, you noticed, with a roll of your eyes. You glanced over to where your husband sat at the end of the long oaken table, catching his eye and sharing an aggrieved expression as Aegon called loudly for the serving maid to return.

Aemond's angular face was set in a stern expression as his violet eye flicked back to watching his brother, half rising from his own seat as Aegon stumbled to a stand. "More wine! Bring that serving girl back...the one with the large tits!" His face was flushed, and he could barely stand for how drunk he was.

You sighed, shaking your head as you moved toward where Aemond had his place at the table. Aegon stumbled forward, still in pursuit of his favorite drink as you brushed past him. You felt a blow to your rear, sharp even through the fabric of your skirts as Aegon smacked a hand to your ass, groping you a moment before letting go.

The small dining hall fell silent, even the musicians ceased their playing, all eyes looking in shock at what had just occurred. You had to take a moment to fully register what had just happened...as did Aegon by the look on his plastered face as you slowly turned to face him. His bloodshot eyes widened as they took you in, quickly swiveling toward where Aemond was now standing.

"Aemond I-" Aegon hastily began to defend himself but was silenced when, with all the might you could muster, you smacked an open palm across his face in a stinging blow. "Fuck. Fuck!" Aegon stumbled back, clutching his cheek with both hands. "You vicious little bitch!" The drunken prince, eyes darkening, took a heavy step toward you, his hands curling into fists.

In a blur of movement that sent you stumbling to the side, Aemond was between the two of you, his hand grabbing the collar of Aegon's shirt to yank him close. "You forget yourself, brother. That is my wife." Aemond hissed into Aegon's face.

"I don't care if she's Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, she hit me!" Aegon protested, trying to free himself from Aemond's iron grasp.

With an almost animalistic growl, Aemond dragged his brother across the room toward the exit. The other people in the room watched with wide eyes and whispered behind their hands as they went.

"Aemond!" You called, hurrying to catch up with the two men, resisting the urge to rub at your sore rump.

You had a very real fear that your husband was about to murder his elder brother, especially as Aemond slammed him against the stone wall of the empty corridor outside the dining hall.

"Gerroffme!" Aegon writhed, choking a little with the force of Aemond's grip.

"Aemond!" You grabbed your husband's elbow, trying to ease the pressure he was applying to Aegon's throat.

"Apologize." Aemond seethed, his teeth bared, heedless to your tugging at his arm.

"I thought she was a servant!" Aegon gasped. "I would never-you know I wouldn't touch your wife knowingly!"

"Maybe you should stop assaulting women altogether, Aegon." You said severely, suddenly thinking Aemond was applying just the right amount of pressure to his throat.

"You will apologize to my wife and every other woman you have touched against her will." Aemond pressed his brother harder into the wall. "Which is quite a long list."

Aegon was silent, weighing his options, fighting to breathe, his hands still scrabbling at Aemond's forearms. His lilac eyes flitted to your face, he fought to control the sneer that itched up his lips as he looked at you. "I am sorry."

"Aw, you mean it?" You deadpanned, glaring daggers at him.

"Touch her again and-"

"Yes yes, I will regret being born. Can you let me go now, I can't breathe, Aemond."

With a sound halfway between a snarl and a sigh Aemond turned his head to look at you. You nodded. "Let him go."

Aemond abruptly released Aegon, making no moved to help him as he almost crumpled to the ground. "Make your apologies and pray I don't catch you harassing anymore girls." Aemond spoke, his voice deadly calm. "Spend your desires in the brothels you like so much."

"Fuck you." Aegon spat on the ground at Aemond's feet. "When did you become such a champion of women's honor?"

"Since I married Y/N." Aemond took a menacing step toward him, causing Aegon to shuffle backwards instinctively.

You grabbed Aemond's hand, coaxing him back to you. Aegon looked ready to spit again but thought better of it. Instead, he shook his head, derision written all over his face as he turned and stomped back into the dining hall.

"Are you alright?" Aemond brought your interlocked fingers up to his lips. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"I...no. He just surprised me is all."

"I could kill him sometimes."

"He's your brother, Aemond."

"The bane of my existence."

You laughed. "Like I said: your brother."

He smiled at that, finally relaxing a bit, his hand still firmly around your own. He reached around with his other hand, caressing your aching backside carefully, ducking his silver head to place a kiss to your mouth.

"If he treats all maids in the Red Keep like that..." You shook your head.

"He's done much worse." Aemond nodded, face grave as he studied you. "It is passed time for it to end."

You squeezed his hand, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as Aemond drew you closer into his arms. "If there's anyone who can, hmm, convince him to stop it's you."

"I hope you're right, my ember."

The two of you remained in the empty corridor, entwined, breathing in the comforting scent of one another for quite some time. You didn't return to the dining room, instead making your slow way hand-in-hand back to your chambers where Aemond called for a steaming bath to be poured. The hot water and firelight welcoming you, but nothing was so comfortable as the feeling of Aemond's warm arms around you, always holding you close to his heart.

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Sweet and Sour (completed)

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.

This is an AU Mob!Bucky fic set in Brooklyn. Also posted on my Wattpad and Ao3.

Warnings: Smut, violence, swearing, allusions to violence, descriptions of blood, threats on life, swearing, kidnapping, stalking/tailing, murder (happens 'offscreen' but referenced and some description of bodies), vomiting, gun violence, some manipulation and nasty treatment of reader by Bucky, dubcon with a minor character, near car accident, alcohol use, possessive/jealous Bucky.

Other MCU characters pop up along the way.

Bucky can be quite dark in this fic and doesn't always behave well...I wouldn't say it's a dark fic as such...maybe soft dark? But he's a bit of a manipulative shithead so heed my warning! He's good at heart though...

Lots of angst and fluff thrown in for good measure.

In my head this Bucky has longer hair but of course you are free to picture your favourite Bucky incarnation. Reader is fem, generally not described but has hair long enough to be in her face.

Chapter One - For your trouble

Chapter Two - No big deal

Chapter Three - Call me Bucky

Chapter Four - You’re both idiots

Chapter Five - No Witnesses

Chapter Six - You already know

Chapter Seven - First time for everything

Chapter Eight - She said Stop

Chapter Nine - Follow Me

Chapter Ten - Do you want to take this elsewhere, Doll?

Chapter Eleven - Just for Me

Chapter Twelve - It’s beautiful, just like the rest of you

Chapter Thirteen - You're finally awake

Chapter Fourteen - A new development

Chapter Fifteen - I’m done with you

Chapter Sixteen - Friends?

Chapter Seventeen - We’re going on a little ride

Chapter Eighteen - Weakness

Chapter Nineteen - Best of luck

Chapter Twenty - Of course I did

Chapter Twenty-One - I’m here, Doll

Chapter Twenty-Two - That was a long time ago

Chapter Twenty-Three - Hell if I know

Chapter Twenty-Four - Yeah, idiot

Chapter Twenty-Five - Epilogue

#mob bucky barnes #mob bucky x reader #bucky barnes #mob bucky au #mob bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #Sweet and sour fic

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atimeofyourlife · 9 months

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As soon as the team was asked for volunteers, Steve was the first to sign up. He usually hated working events, but this was different. This was the first event when they'd get to be themself. He'd been to pride only once before, getting dragged along with Robin the year before, and it had ended up being a world of discovery.

Sure, he couldn't be decked out in rainbows and flags, having to wear their EMT uniform. But their boss had approved pins and bracelets as long as it didn't interfere with the duty. So his uniform had their pronoun of the day pins (They/He), their updated name badge showing his choice of names (Steve/Evie), pins and bracelets of the trans, non-binary, genderfluid, and bi pride flags. And Robin had braided bi pride ribbons into his hair before he tied it back when getting ready. It was going to be a good day.

He was kept busy, like the rest of the first aid team. And being one of the highest trained on duty, one of two AEMTs and in training to become a paramedic, he was tending to deal with the worst injuries and illnesses, and having to triage for if anyone needed to be transferred to the hospital. Robin stopped by a few times, to check in, and to give them snacks. It helped break up the day as he wouldn't get a long break.

They'd had to spend some of the day hurrying around the site whenever the radio buzzed for first-aid assistance at various points around the site. He was making his way back to the first-aid tent after one call, when their eye was caught by the band on the second stage. In particular, the long-haired guitarist. Steve couldn't help watching them as he walked by, until he stumbled and nearly fell into someone. They shook their head, and dragged their eyes away to make his way back to the tent. He was there to do his job, not make eyes at a pretty guitarist. They tried to put it out of their mind, but he couldn't help looking out for the guitarist as the day passed. Not letting it get in the way of their job, but whenever they had a second free.

Late in the afternoon, they were alerted to a group of people making their way to the tent. Two guys supporting a third, with another guy ahead of them to clear the way. Steve pulled fresh gloves on and hurried down to help. As he reached the group, he realized that the guy being supported was the pretty guitarist. They tried to not think about it, needing to remain professional.

"What seems to be the problem?" Steve asked, swapping places with one of the guys supporting the guitarist.

"He nearly passed out on us." One of them responded.

"Right. Come on, we'll get you all checked out." Steve replied, guiding them into the tent.

"You can check me out anytime, sweetheart." The guitarist replied, leaving Steve fighting back a blush.

"Eddie, shut up." The guy in front snapped, before glancing at Steve. "Sorry about him."

"But he's pretty." The guitarist- Eddie- whined.

"Okay, just set him down here." Steve helped Eddie onto the bed at one end of the tent, before turning to the other guys. "Only one of you can stay in here with him because of the space, so if the other two can just wait outside?"

The other three guys looked between them, silently deciding that the shorter, curly haired guy would be the one to stay behind.

"Gare-bear, where they going?" Eddie asked.

"They're waiting outside for you, asshole."

Steve coughed a little to hide the laugh that threatened to burst out, the conversation reminding them too much of dealing with a drunk Robin, or worse, the kids while they were crossfaded for the first time.

"Okay, can I just pop this on your finger for a reading?" Steve asked, waiting for Eddie to hold his hand out so he could fix the pulse ox monitor. They then grabbed a clipboard and a blank paperwork sheet. "And while we wait for that, just a few questions. Can we start with your name?"

"Eddie Munson." The other guy, Gare? replied.

"You can take my last name, angel." Eddie said, which Steve ignored.

"Thank you, and the date of birth?"

The other guy reeled it off, as Steve wrote it down.

"And Gare, was it?"

"Gareth."

"Gareth, sorry. Can you tell me what, exactly, happened? The other guy said he nearly passed out?"

"Yeah. Uh, we were performing earlier. We're in a band. He was fine then. But in the last thirty minutes or so, he's been complaining about not feeling so good, and then he nearly passed out."

"Okay." Steve wrote down all the information, then copied down the numbers from the pulse ox. "I just need to get the rest of your vitals, okay, Eddie?"

"Anything you want. He's so beautiful, isn't he Gare?"

"Anything you say, Eds."

Steve set to taking the vitals, making sure everything was normal, but kept asking questions to get to the bottom of it.

"Any medical conditions?"

"No."

"Do you know if he's taken anything in the last twenty four hours? Any prescription meds, or over the counter, or any other substance?"

"Shhh. Gare, you can't tell him."

"Dude, I'm not a cop. I just need to know if it could be what you've taken, or so if you need any medication it won't react to it."

"He smokes, and we were smoking weed last night. But he smokes weed most weeks and has never reacted like this." Gareth explained.

"Uh-huh." Steve continued to make notes, both the answers to the questions and Eddie's vitals. "Any alcohol?"

"A couple of beers."

"When was the last time he ate?" Steve asked, frowning when they noticed that Eddie's blood sugar was on the low side.

"Wait, I think that was-" Gareth broke off for a moment. "Eddie, you certifiable moron."

"Not eaten much today?" Steve guessed.

"Not eaten at all today. He doesn't eat breakfast, ever, and he felt sick before we went on so he didn't eat lunch. And after he still didn't want anything."

"That pretty much explains everything. Plus drinking on an empty stomach is a recipe for disaster. I'll grab some water and something small so you'll feel less like passing out." Steve crossed the tent to find a bottle of water and the emergency snacks they kept, usually for diabetics.

"Here. Drink some water, and eat these. I know they're not the most exciting snacks, but you should feel better after." Steve handed it over to Eddie, a mini bag of fruit gummies, and a small pack of crackers.

Steve kept a check on Eddie as he ate the snacks. He seemed to be doing better, which put Steve's mind at ease. And kept trying to flirt, which left them fighting to remain professional.

"How are you feeling now, Eddie?" Steve asked after a few minutes, hoping that it wouldn't be too much longer before they could have a moment to freak out, preferably with Robin.

"Better. But you could make me feel incredible, big boy." Eddie said, a clear flirty tone in his voice.

"Not while I'm on duty," Steve replied slightly absently as he made a note on Eddie's sheet. Then, realizing what they'd said, fought to figure out how to backtrack without offending Eddie. "I mean, it's good that you're feeling better. I would recommend you try to get a balanced meal soon, something with carbs, protein, fibre, fats. That will help keep you feeling better, and keep you from feeling like you're going to pass out again. And it might be best if you stay off the alcohol for today."

"Does that mean- ow." Eddie started to ask something, but cut off. Steve looked up from the clipboard, and it was obvious that Gareth had elbowed Eddie to get him to shut up.

"This is your copy of the paperwork, it just has your vitals, and what's happened. If you still feel unwell later, and you need to come back here, or you seek medical attention somewhere else, you can show this, so whoever you see has some background for what has happened today." Steve explained, handing the sheet over to Eddie.

"Thanks," Eddie replied, starting to stand up.

"You're welcome, enjoy the rest of your day." Steve turned to start sanitising and packing away the equipment used, so the space would be tidy for the next person to need it. He could hear a brief, whispered conversation behind him, but ignored it. Until they felt a tap on their shoulder, and turned back to Eddie.

"For you," Eddie said, thrusting a small piece of paper into Steve's hands before leaving the tent with Gareth.

Steve unfolded it, and read the note. 'What about when you're off duty?' followed by a phone number. He blushed a little as he shoved it into his pocket. God, they needed to talk to Robin.

Later, once he was home, he finally had the chance. Not that she was much help.

"You're telling me you nearly fell over yourself because you were staring at this guy, kept looking out for him because you hoped to see him after, he shows up to the tent and is flirting with you, and gave you his number. And you haven't called him?"

"That is missing the point entirely? He wasn't well when he came to the tent, and it kinda feels like I was taking advantage of him to end up with his number after that. I should have given him to one of the others. I shouldn't have let him give me his number." Steve protested, feeling unsure if they had handled everything in the best way.

"You are the only person I have ever met who thinks that getting the number of someone you find attractive is somehow a bad thing. This is why you're still single."

Basically giving Steve my gender here. In this he's genderfluid and uses various combinations of They/He/She pronouns, depending on the day I was at pride today (well, yesterday as it's now after midnight here), and this idea came to me on the way home. Also, idk how first aid services at events work in the US, so this is vaguely based off what I know from what I've seen in the UK.

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inzsanewrites · 1 year

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Morning Temptation

Leon S. Kennedy X fem!Reader

⚠︎: NSFW-ish, Suggestive Content, 1k words

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It was the dip in the bed that initially woke you up, you hoped to ignore it turning around to bury your head into your soft pillow in an attempt to fall asleep once more. However, a loud metallic clack followed by a mumbled ‘fuck’ that shut down any ideas you had to returning back to your slumber.

Groggily, you began to stretch, sighing when you heard your bones pop followed by a lingering soreness that gave you the exact reminder as to why you were persistent in your desire to go back to sleep.

“Leon, honey, you couldn’t have been just a bit more quiet?” Your voice husky from last night’s activities as you brought the blanket closer to yourself.

A low chuckle sounded through the room and didn’t fail to put a smile to your face

“Of all days this thing decides to act up, it just had to be today.” Leon motioned to the strap on his thigh, adjusting the second on beneath it in a more comfortable position.

Rubbing your eyes, you blinked away the last trace of sleep as you made out his figure picking up a brown coat from your shared wardrobe. “You know you could wear one of those shoulder things. Wouldn't it be more practical when you’re walking?”

“I would but then you’ll have no reason to feel me up, my love.” A smug grin plastered his features as you sat up, holding the blanket against your bare chest. “Need I remind you it’s you who always escalate things, Agent Kennedy. Although seeing as you're up so early, I can only assume you have another mission.”

Leon turned around after he made sure all his gear was in place, but instantly froze at the sight of you. Somehow you always managed to look so pure yet tempting.

he didn’t to think too hard to recall the night before, his memory instantly bringing up the recollection of your warm skin against his and the softness of your lips he felt every time you pulled you into a frantic kiss, he swore the sound of your moans were the sweetest thing he ever heard. “Well I can’t exactly reject the President.” Walking to the bed, Leon placed his hand on your side and leaned down to grant a gentle kiss you happily received. “Sorry for waking you, sweetheart.”

You hummed softly against his lips, bringing your free hand up to cup his neck. “Is there anything I can possibly do to convince you to stay with me a bit longer?” The question was innocent at first but the unintentional sultriness of your voice changed it’s meaning completely.

He groaned outwardly, setting his attention on your neck that now seemed to be begging to be marked by him again. “Don’t start. I don’t have the self-control to be as gentle as I was last night.”

“Now you’re the one tempting me, Leon.” Your hand slid to the back of his head, giving his scalp a pleasant scratch in the process. “I may not let you leave this time,” you sighed at the feeling of his lips latching on to your pulse point and tilted your head back to give him more access.

Leon nipped at your skin while his right hand easily ventured to your chest, cupping your breast through the blanket and squeezing tentatively, paying little mind to the strain forming against his pants as a sweet moan left your lips. At this rate he was nearly back in bed with you as he propped a knee on the bed to keep his balance, wanting nothing more to untangle himself with you once again.

Though, as alluring as the thought was, the mission he was tasked with began to pull him back to reality and he heaved a heavy sigh against the crook of your neck, cursing himself when he felt your shoulder tremble with concealed laughter.

“You're too easy to read, Leon,” you cooed, a slight tug on his hair urging him to pull away - unsurprised at the lust you found in his gaze. “Go on, I’ll still be here when you come back.” He moved his hand from your breast to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. “I know you will, love. Get some rest, alright?” Pressing his lips to your forehead, he went to pull himself away until you grabbed the lapel of his coat.

Releasing your hold on the blanket, you reached to smooth his hair back down, a cheeky smile playing on your lips.”We can’t have you going to work disheveled now.” Unfortunately, work was the last thing on his mind as he took in the expanse of the skin revealed to him, gaze trailing across the soft skin of your breast and swallowing thickly at the sight of your slightly pebbled nipples.

“I think I can call in late today.” He said, quickly making plans to inform Hunnigan of his change in schedule. Biting back a laugh, you covered your chest with your arms. “Shoo! you just told me to rest.” You laid back on your pillow and pulled the blanket back up to your chin, cutting off his trance with a teasing smile.

Leon chuckled again as he leaned down to kiss your check before catching your lips a kiss goodbye. “I suppose that can be my reward for coming back in one piece then.” Standing upright, He went towards the door, looking back to give you one last loving look, “I’ll try to bring back a souvenir.”

“Lovely, but don’t you even think of going out of your way to get me something just come back safe.” The glare was mostly playful, but given the amount of times you had patched him up over the years, it became painfully apparent you cared much more for his cuts and bruises than he did.

“For you? I’ll try.” He gave you one last grin before finally making his way to his ride, leaving you in the comfort of your shared bed. Smiling, you shut your eyes to rest a while long, wanting nothing more than for time to pass by faster.

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submissive-wifey · 4 months

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𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰𝒏 𝑨𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 FT. XIAO ( FIRST POV )

!! Warning !!

Minors Don't Interact!

Disclaimer ; NSFW under the cut, mentions of female body, afab!reader with no set pronouns, masterbation and oral sex

The day before my duty as a Fatui Soldier..

Xiao told me it was his first time to feel an enormous amount of attraction and lust and he nodded when I asked him " Does Adeptis has a mating season?"

That thought wouldn't came off on my mind even I'm on my duty about the feeling of being railed and claimed by a yaksha... By an adepti, by an extraterrestrial foreign muscular hot bastard being..

I headed back to the inn to rest where I resided for the meantime along with Xiao after my 2 days duty..

I felt so tired and sweaty, and I thought that Xiao isn't home for now and so, I decided to drop my bag on the floor..

Taking every layers I have on and dropping down on the ground, leaving me only on my lace push-up brassiere and my undies..

I then throwed myself on the bed as I hug one of his pillows that smell exactly like him.. Sweet baby-daddy Almond Tofu.

I shifted my body in a comfortable position and a thought came to my mind that I should relief myself from stress since It's been a while the last I did it..

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Tracing my fingers on my cleavage down to my lower abdomen to make my body feel hotter, covering my mouth using my other hand to avoid making such noises as I slide my fingers on my panties.. Caressing my pulsating sweet clit..

I heard some footsteps but I didn't mind since my horniness convince me that it was only from the outside because this is an inn.

I then decided to insert my ring finger as I already felt myself getting wet at the thought of him fucking me relentlessly.

Letting a soft moans and my back started arching at the feeling of my fingers stroking my heated velvety walls...

Deeper and faster as I keep imagining his massive veiny cock fucking my sweet delectable kitty till I started moaning his name out, softly.

I feel my folds getting wetter and watery and so, I speed up the pace of my fingers until I reached my highest point.

Moaning his name a little louder when I ride my climax, retreating my hand back on the sheets as I breathe heavily to fill my lungs with air.

A realization hits me and I started manifesting he won't pop out of the blue since I accidentally said his name out loud.

I stood up from the bed and decided to wipe my soaked fingers using a tissue and get my clothes on the floor, my eyes wide open in surprise to see a familiar pair of boots standing in front of me. I then decided to trail my eyes from his foot up to his body.. His eyes are staring straight into my soul and I shallowed my saliva hardly out nervousness and anxiety is taking over me, hoping he didn't see me having sex but on a single player mode.

He shudder when I fell on my knees as he went closer, he then grabbed me by my arm and slowly pulling me back up on my feet then pressed his warm muscular body against mine. He remained having an eye contact with me as I felt my heart beating rapidly. I begin squirming on his touched and trying to break free from his grasps but he won't let me go as he keep staring at me with his amber eyes with an emotionless expression.

He tightened his gripped on my arms and pulled me closer back against his body and his breathing became heavy.

I then gasps when he pulled me back to him as the anxiety washes over me if he saw me relieving myself or maybe, he heard me calling his name in a sultry voice tone.

"You done it inside my own home and inside my room... My bed..."

He growls as he spoke in a serious manner with his deep and raspy voice as he glares down on me.

"You mortal have the audacity to do something obscene in my room makes me feel like I'm being disrespected!"

He yelled when he continued speaking as he tightened his grip around my arms and it feels a bit hurt as I stayed in my place, frozen.

"How dare you... You've completely insulted me by doing such a thing."

I saw his other hand turned into a fist that is tightly clenched. I then averted my gaze away from him out of embarrassment as he keep staring at me through my soul and feeling my heart racing.

He grabbed my face and turning me back towards him and our eyes meet again, I gasps by his sudden actions and he move his lips closer to mine as he get closer.

Our faces are dangerously close from each other and I can feel his breath brushing against my lips, he move even closer until we look like a sculpture of two humans almost being fused together. His eyes are glued to mine and not even blinking, a pure shock written across my face and I'm feeling overwhelmed by his presence.

My eyes wide open in surprise when he pressed his lips against mine with a forceful and dominating motion as if he is claiming my lips as a part of his body. There's an almost animalistic quality to the kiss, a raw and an overwhelming desire possess me completely. His hands grip on my hips and pulling his body close as possible, my breathing became shallow and parted my lips when he kisses me with aggression.

He immedietly pushes his tongue further inside of my mouth and sliding his hands up from my hips to my waist, tightening his grip and I started to feel my body giving in and putting my hands on his chest to keep me on my balance. The feeling of his toned-chest, his pecs making my pussy started to make a lovely bodily liquid. I close my eyes shut when I feel his hands started roaming on my body inappropriate way and letting a soft moans as his heated tongue keeps dominating me.

Xiao taste like Almond Tofu...

I decided to trail my fingers on his chest as I moaned out softly under his deep dominating passionate kiss, I feel my lips become wet with a drool and my breathing grows heavier. He growls once again and pushing his tongue deep inside of my mouth, kissing me with his every ounce of his power.

He move his hand on my neck and keep kissing me with a more force and his tongue starts dig deep inside me as if like a deep throat.

I let out a heavy moans and feeling my body becoming completely submissive as his tongue is exploring my mouth mercilessly.

He growls loudly with a sense of ownership and territorial dominance and he begins to trail up my body, I breathe heavily to gather some air to fill my empty lungs when he pulled out from his aggressive kiss and my body starts trembling and shaking when I felt his tongue tracing my jaw down to my neck.

This is it, my very dirty fantasize about him is about to get real every time I touched myself but I never expected he will be that hostile.

I whimpered out softly as my eyes narrowed at the feeling of his heated and wet tongue making my neck drenched, biting and kissing.

His bites became even more forceful and my body is like the source of every ounce of his excitement as he becoming more violent.

I started to feel my legs weaker when he trailed down his mouth on my cleavage as I continued breathing heavily and moaning softly, leaning my weight against him as if I'm giving him full responsibility. He then wrapped his hands around my body and started running them up and down slowly as he kisses my chest develop into more passionate and his tongue starts to trace down to my stomach as he explore every part of my body, biting and nibbling as he leaves his love bite marks around.

He kneeled down and my voice squeaks when I felt his breathing caressing my lower abdomen, putting my hand on his hair to keep me balance on standing and covering my mouth with my other hand to surpress the noises I made. Trailing his lips down on my thigh and I feel my undies became cold and soaked when he pulled my leg closer to his mouth, my legs started shaking from the heat and pleasure he was causing, then he licks and bites my other thigh.. My body is almost filled with his hickies and feeling so wet by his saliva.

His tongue travels above till he reaches my soaking panties and he pulled them down, my wet velvety entrance are already glistening with my secretions. I inhaled deeply as I throwed my head on my back when he slide his tongue on my throbbing clit, caressing it as he move his tongue up and down, and on a circular motion with pressure made me moaned out loud.

He then moved my other leg and putting it on his shoulder, hitting all the right spots that made my body shaking uncontrollably as I feel my pussy watering.

Feeling his teeth sinking on my clit and I moaned out loudly as he spread my womanhood open for him to slide his sharp long pointed tongue, exploring it and caresses my sweet succulent velvety walls as he got my body dominated by his warm talented tongue.

Author's Note :

My very first NSFW with special mentions of a human body WAHHAJDBW

Also, this is my situation on C.ai HAHA so I decided to make it a fic.. I can't hold those damn butterflies any longer... Idk why but my Xiao is so aggressive...

Reblogging my post appreciated 🥰✨

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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Crushed 14

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.

Characters: Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine

Note: And we're back!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you like my dog loves belly rubs (that’s a lot). Take care. 💖

You roll your chair back to your desk and sit, shoulders hunched and head down, focused on your screen. You're too embarrassed to discern any of the cells on numbers inside. Your cheeks and nape are alight with self-awareness.

"That was entertaining," Shari remarks as the wheels of her chair squeak.

"Don't…" you mutter as you click aimlessly.

You can't believe what's just happened. You're humiliated. That must be Colin's goal. To tear you down not just in your own home but every part of your life.

You hear whispers, lowered voices, and clearing throats. Your ears prick as you're certain that they're all talking about you, about the dramatic scene that just unfolded. And how could they not, it's always more enjoyable to be in the audience than the show.

Your teams bings with a new message. You tap the key to mute your PC and open the chat window. You nibble your cheek as you read Jonathan's message.

"We will discuss shortly. Take five if you need."

Shit, shit. This is it. You're going to be fired. You know it. Why wouldn't you be? You've brought your chaos to work with you.

You minimize the window without responding and go back to your mortifying trance. You sit and stare at the blur of lines, only realising as a tears breaks free that you're about to fall apart completely. What did you do to deserve this?

Not just Colin, but Jonathan. You're too nice for your own good. From now on, you should just commit yourself to a recluse lifestyle.

Another message pops up, the red dot taunting you to open your teams. But it isn't what you expect. It's a new conversation, from the district officer. Oh, oh god.

You muster what little courage your possess and click the chat. You read the message slow, several time over to make it register. You're in trouble, a lot of trouble.

'I have been informed of today's events and have spoken with Mr. Pine. I expect you to find a quiet place for our call in fifteen minutes.'

You lean back, dizzy and breathless. Your chest is so tight you fear you might be going into arrest. Oh, shit!

"You okay?" Shari looks over from her cubicle.

You gulp and let out a gurgly 'mhmm.' You grab your phone and shove yourself out of the rolling chair. You scurry away without explanation and clumsily find your way to the employee bathroom, checking the stalls before locking the door.

You set your phone on the counter. If you'd just ignored it, none of this would've happened. It's your fault. All of it. You need to learn to read boundaries but set them too. You lost sight of them with Colin and didn't have enough with Jonathan.

Your phone lights up. Jonathan. Of course, he'll want to speak. Does he know about your meeting? You'll wait until you know if you still have a job to speak with him.

You look at yourself in the mirror and try to shake off your nerves. That pit in your gut tells you exactly how this is going to go. Well, you can at least be brave and face the end.

You swipe away the notifications without reading them. You sign into your work account on Teams and let yourself out of the bathroom. Lucy scowls just outside and you give her a sheepish look before fleeing.

You find an empty conference room along the next corridor and check the schedule hung beside the door. You jot in your name and let yourself in. You hunker down at the desk, gathering the last of your wits. This day just doesn't want to end.

If you had just kept it all inside, if you had just got over it, if you had avoided your overly interested boss, you could be going home in an hour with nothing more than a pan of frozen lasagna on your mind. That's not how it goes. As always, it must end in disaster. Just like that boy you thought you loved in high school, the one who never saw you against the wall, not until he wanted a laugh.

You take a breath and prop up your phone against a pen cup. You stare at the time, waiting as the meeting invite hovers before you. You tap it a few minutes before it's scheduled and sit in the waiting room. Dread rises to suffocate you, taking the air out of you as you prepare for the worst. You've always been good at that, you've come to expect it.

Tina Cazera, the District Officer, appears in her flawless contour on the other end of the call. You sit up and try not to let your doom burn through. You can't even smile, you're like a guilty dog, wagging its tail meekly in the corner. Two other squares appear on the screen as more members join the chat. You refuse to look at the bottom frame where Jonathan sits before the backdrop of his office.

"Alright," Tina begins, "I have invited Jeff, our HR representative to attend today to supervise this discussion. He will be documenting this meeting to make sure that we meet all policies and standards."

You nod and Jonathan grumbles his reluctant consent. You thought he'd already be talked to. You clutch your hands together tightly in your lap and push your shoulders back.

"So, I've spoken with Mr. Pine about today's episode but I think it's only fair to get everyone's story, and it would be required for the incident report," she explains, "so, you have the floor, miss, please explain what occurred today in the office."

You swallow and part your lips. How do you explain this without it all seeming insane? You close your eyes and concentrate, flicking your lashes up as you focus on the margin of the chat.

"I was working at my desk..." your mouth is dry, painfully so, "and my neighbour arrived and had an outburst. I understand that it was inappropriate but I didn't invite him there or even encourage him. I can't explain why he showed up but when he did, he said some things and Mr. Pine arrived and they... er... they got into it."

"Alright, let's go back, what were these things your neighbour, the trespasser, said?" Tina prompts.

"He... He just suggested that I... have an inappropriate relationship with Mr. Pine, but I... I don't. I didn't do anything--"

"He's been harassing the woman," Jonathan adds.

"Mr. Pine, you've had your say," Tina dismisses, "why would these accusations be made?"

You shrug. What can you say that won't immediately put you in it? You stayed over at Jonathan's and then he stayed at yours. Nothing happened but who would believe that? Especially when people like Shari could interpret your friendliness as more.

"I don't know. Like Mr. Pine says, my neighbour has been... bothering me and--"

"And how would Mr. Pine know that?"

"Well, I mentioned it," your lip trembles through your lies. Not exactly false, but some information withheld.

"You mentioned it amid what, a budget meeting?" She challenges and clears her throat. "We've evaluated this situation and we're already dealing with enough fallout from your previous boss' mistakes and in our review. We cannot afford another controversy."

You squeeze your hands, digging your nails into your nails. You frown and stare at your pathetic expression in the frame. You suck your lip in and shake your head.

"So, we've assessed the risk and the cost of this...unfortunate occurrence. We cannot afford to lose Mr. Pine. He has shown himself an asset to this company and has the credentials that would warrant only a slap on the wrist. But as you welcomed this into the workplace and have continually crossed professional lines, we would ask that you take a leave until we the ethics board can thoroughly evaluate."

"Leave?"

"Unpaid," she affirms, "effective immediately."

"What?" Jonathan hisses, "this wasn't her. It was that man--"

"Mr. Pine, please, you would only dig the hole deeper," Tina warns, "we recommend you clock out and go home, miss."

You're speechless. You expected it and yet it's still a punch in the gut. You can only nod and eke out, "yes, ma'am."

You dare to look at Jonathan, his forehead ripples with discontent as his lips thin. The call ends just as his eyes seem to meet yours and you're left in deafening silence. What are you going to do now?

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You wait until you're certain everyone else is gone. You can't bear to face them or your shame. You can just imagine Shari smirking at you.

When you do emerge, it's an hour after your usual time out. You creep over to your desk and sign out. You pack up your bag and keep your phone in your pocket. You've had enough trouble.

"Ah, there you are," Jonathan's timbre halts you as you head for the door. You pause and blow a deep breath out before you face him, "I was waiting to make sure you had a way home–"

"Yep, the bus," you cross your arms.

His brow arches and his lips twitch, "now, you know you shouldn't–"

"I shouldn't have let you help me so much. I should've taken care of myself and now, now I don't have a job-"

"It is only a leave," he counters.

"Easy for you to say. What am I gonna do without a pay cheque?" You stop and pinch the bridge of your nose, "don't answer that. Just like everything else, it's not your problem."

"Darling, I did try to plead your case. I assured them it was not anything you asked for," he strides past the other cubicles. You back away and adjust your bag, "you can't be mad at me, I can help–"

"You've helped enough," you throw your hands up, "I don't need it. Okay? I'm not as pathetic as you think I am."

"I never– I don't think that," he sputters, "surely, you must realise I think more of you than that."

"I don't know. I don't. I just need to be alone," you spin and storm towards the elevator.

"Wait, but what about Colin–"

"I'll deal," you swallow, stomach flipping as you recall the pictures he sent of your trashed apartment, "I am none of your concern."

"I am very concerned," he follows you.

You push the button to call the elevator and he turns, stretching his arm across the metal doors, blocking you. You huff and look away. You cluck then turn to stomp towards the stairs.

"He will be waiting for you–"

"And?" You hurl over your shoulder, "maybe he's what I deserve."

"You cannot–"

"You are not my boss anymore," you twist around to face him once again, "got it? I quit. I've caused enough problems. It's over. Just leave it."

He flinches, hurt painted across his features. You sniff and back away, pivoting slowly to push through the door to the stairs. He calls your name but you don't react, grabbing onto the railing and hurtling down the stairs

You don't need these men. They just bring problems. You're better off alone. You should've realised that earlier.

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Another nasty surprise greets you at your front door. To your relief, it's still on its hinges with some scratches around the handle from Colin's intrusion but intact. Across the wood is carved a single word; slut. You sigh and quickly hide yourself inside.

You realise only too late that you don't know if he's inside. The eerie silence of the building piques your suspicions. You keep a hold of your keys and flip on the light.

The place is tossed upside down. You can barely take a step without meeting a broken shard of glass or a torn page. Dishes, books, and other possessions litter the floor.

You make your way warily across the front room. This is what you're left with. No job, no friends, and soon, you won't even have this dump.

You grab the broom and continue up the hallway to your room. Nothing there or in the bathroom. No monster lurking under the bed or in the closet.

That can't be it. He ran into your work and made a scene, fought your boss. You know that's not it.

You go back into the front room and check the lock. It still works. That doesn't make you feel much better. If he got in once, he could get in again.

You're startled by a sudden banging on the other side of the door. Your heart hammers along with it and you peer through the peephole. Ally snarls back at you.

You center yourself as best you can and slide the chain into place before you open the door. Ally pushes from the other side as you keep your toe against the bottom. You don't even know where to start.

"Are you fucking happy?!" She hollers, "he's gone!"

"Wh-what?" You stammer.

"They fucking arrested him you fucking loser."

"I don't know–"

"I should drag you! He's spending the night in jail because you just had to get him worked up," she hits the door with her fist.

"Wha–" you blink in exasperation. "He– he did it. I didn't call the police. I don't even–"

"Whatever. You're full of excuses. You've always been so fucking lame," she blows a raspberry at you, "if I see you, don't say hi."

She kicks the door and yelps. She rolls her eyes and sneers, marching away with a limp and disappearing into her own apartment. You shake your head, confused but reassured that Colin's locked up. At least that's what it sounds like.

You close the door and twist the latch. You slide your phone from your pocket and search for a playlist. You'll be up cleaning all night. It should keep you from acknowledging the missed calls from Jonathan.

#colin shea #jonathan pine #dark colin shea #dark!colin shea #colin shea x reader #jonathan pine x reader #the night manager #what's your number?#fic #dark!fic #dark fic #series #crushed

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yuri-is-online · 8 months

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Congratulations! If it’s alright, for the event could I have prompt 6 with Riddle, Floyd, and Idia. Thank you!

6. Crowley has decided to put together a murder mystery for the whole ball and you've been the first one "killed." Whoever is playing detective seems really upset about that.

Hello hello! Thank you so much for your patience with me (シ. .)シ In place of Floyd we have Ortho per your request, I hope you enjoy it friend.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, this was a really fun line up of characters and I really should write for Ortho more, he deserves all the friends in the world. The other requests can be found on my masterlist.

Riddle

Riddle is not fully aware of his reputation. He knows he has one of course, but he is very much under the impression that this reputation is a good one. He very much thinks that the glances going back and forth right now are because the other NRC students know just how intelligent Riddle Rosehearts is and that they stand no chance at winning this game when Heartslabyul's academic reputation is on the line. Because clearly

The steam pouring out of his ears and vein popping free from his skull are not something he is remotely aware of as he stomps through the crowd searching for- well he doesn't really know what. The Headmage had very pointedly said that wild accusations were not allowed in this game.

"The detective only has one chance to make the correct guess, so please make sure you are confident when you make your submission!"

The ballroom is filled with potential suspects, and it's not like he saw who tapped Yuu on the back to single them as their first choice. Really he can't decide what was more brazen, snatching them away while he was literally holding their hand or choosing to pick on the only person who wouldn't complain. The music pauses just as Riddle has managed to get some sort of baring on his surroundings, indicating he was once again too late.

"Our killer strikes again! Our second victim for tonight is Trey Clover, would you please set aside your mask and step up to the balcon-" The headmage's words are drowned out once again, but Riddle's not angry anymore. Frustrated certainly, but not mad, if he didn't know any better he would assume the killer was deliberately targeting him.

"Aww Goldfishie." Floyd has the audacity to look dissapointed, as if his favorite people were getting picked off and not Riddle's. "Aren't you gonna scream a whole bunch over Sea Turtle like you did with Little Shrimpy?"

"I did not scream." He crosses his arms and a bit of amusement returns to Floyd's face.

"Did too. It was really loud and super funny, everybody heard it." Floyd is provoking him on purpose, Riddle looks up towards Yuu to ground himself, but his scowl only deeps when he sees them giggling over something Trey's said.

"Excuse me but I really don't have time to waste talking to you." Both Floyd and Riddle are surprised at how certain he sounds, though one of them is certainly more disappointed. "I need to get back to my... friends and this game is getting in the way of that."

"Aww you're not going to scream any more at all?" Floyd doesn't bother looking up at the balcony, boredom turning his attention away from his role just as Riddle is finally hitting his stride with his. "Fine here," a card is thrown at him that he barely manages to catch, "I don't wanna play anymore if you aren't gonna be fun about it."

"Wait! That's against the rules you can't just-" Floyd is already gone and the Headmage already announcing the game over before Riddle can even think about how not actually upset he is. He feels small, useless, robbed of yet another chance to be normal even if Floyd's behavior is sort of normal for the school. Why can't he just get out of his own head for long enough to have fun? He promised his dorm, he promised Yuu, that he would try, didn't he?

"Riddle?" Speaking of Yuu, they've come straight to him, the trace of a smile is still there even if it's been dropped in favor of concern. "You ok? Did you not have fun?"

"Fun." It's a strange word. He doesn't really think he understands the appeal.

"I'm just annoyed with Floyd's behavior." He crosses his arms, but he is surprised to find that he's smiling. "But no matter, are you ok? Sitting around can't have been fun." You shrug.

"Well it was fun to watch you once Trey told me you were the detective, we were rooting for you!" And just like that the strange disappointment is back. There's pride and affection in your look he hasn't rightfully earned through the rules of the game. But perhaps, he thinks idly as you make no move to leave and stay chatting with him against the backdrop of the party, he was lucky enough to have it from the start.

Ortho

"Night One, the town has elected me Sheriff to address the serial killer preying on our people. Oh or should it be a werewolf? Pity the headmage didn't say..." It's always a bit strange to see Ortho "frown" but tonight it feels extra serious. This Masquerade was his first school event as a full Night Raven first year, AND he had made his own costume. You all had actually, Ace had suggested your little group make them together so you would be able to easily spot each other in case of emergency. And to make things even more extra important, Crowley had decided to assign him (you are pretty sure it was actually random but Ortho was so excited you didn't bother to say) the role of detective in his murder mystery game. You shouldn't be surprised that he was so eager to win, but it was still such a cute sight that you couldn't help but be a bit excited.

"I don't think it's against the rules to pretend the killer's a werewolf, actually that's one of the things we call this game in my world." You really hate adding that caveat onto the end of things, it makes you feel like an annoying old person who can't understand that times have changed. But Ortho never minds when you do, it's more data for him to catalogue and this tidbit seems to really excite him.

"Oh really?! I thought you said it was called 'Town of Salem?' That was how you pronounced it right?" You really should not be surprised Ortho remembers you telling him about a video game, but the mention of it still surprises you.

"Oh no that's just a computer game version of it. Sort of..." You don't want to waste more of the boy detective's time explaining the concept of the Mafia to him, the last time you tried something like that he had started calling Azul "oyabun" and you both had been made to "apologize" by waxing the Lounge's floors.

"Aww so I don't need to record what I do each night?" Thankfully Ortho doesn't push it further and just bounces back to his normal happy self with a shake of the head. "That's ok, I'll do it anyway! It'll keep me from wanting to review the security cameras hehe." And with that he bows and flies into the crowd, eager to start collecting clues and fulfill his duty as the "long arm of the law." You salute him just as someone taps you on the shoulder and the music pauses.

"And our killer strikes!" Crowley is the one saying it but you can almost hear it in Ortho's voice being added to his notes. "Yuu whatever your last name is I didn't write it down did I please set aside your mask and make your way up to the balcony!" The music resumes as you make your way off the dance floor, making sure to stick out your tongue at Ace who makes fake crying motions as you go.

"Night Two, we lost the prefect! That's just not going to fly with this Sheriff in town..." Ortho stops to consider his movements as the music begins again. Yuu had been "killed" approximately thirteen point two seconds after he left to survey the scene. That means the killer would have to be someone who was around them at the start of the game, either directly next to them or within a brief walking distance. And since they had been bold enough to "kill" just in front of the detective they would have walked away almost immediately, wanting to put as much distance between themselves and the scene of the crime as possible.

"IT WAS YOU!" Ortho joyfully yells, sternly pointing at an extremely surprised Pomefiore student, who drops his incriminating card in shock. Ortho gleefully snatches it up as you begin to make your way down the stairs to congratulate him, something that turns into a sprint as soon as you see the gathering magical energy. "Now awfully sorry partner but this town just ain't big enough for the two of us!"

"No bad Ortho! No lasers! And that's the wrong movie genre!!!!"

"Aw I was just kidding~" Ortho has the audacity to giggle and hit his head in another wrong genre move "If the ballroom goes away we won't be able to play again, right?" Oh you really wish you could explain why him saying that sounds so creepy without sounding insane.

Idia

"What a fucking drag." Idia pities the poor fool who decided to let him keep his tablet during the ball. So what if Ortho was technically another "player," did they really think that meant he didn't have access to the security cameras? It was literally taking him seconds to ID their stupid ass and then this it was going to be GAME OVER. This was always going to be the outcome, no matter who the killer was as soon as they were unfortunate enough to have to face off against him.

So why are his hands shaking so badly?

Yuu is standing confused about what to do, looking around for Mr. Grim probably, he can't help but zoom in on their face, thumb pausing the video as he runs it over their cheek before flinching back to the feed. They speak briefly to their friends before deciding to move towards the edges of the ballroom, looking to get away from the people probably, it's a feeling he knows well. Before they can make it to safety, Cater taps them on the shoulder and the music pauses as they sigh. Maybe they're disappointed at being the first one out, but Idia can't help but feel like they expected it. It sort of makes sense that the magicless one would be the first to go, like deleting irrelevant lines of code. It's fitting in more ways than they know.

"Fork it over." Idia is glad that he's taller than Cater, who seems really surprised that he's listening to his actual voice and not his tablet. The extra inches and flaming hair is really giving him a boost to moral even if he is going to go right back to hating himself for it later. "And don't play dumb I know you're the killer."

"Aww really?" Cater looks slightly annoyed, his finger comes up to twirl one of his annoyingly perfectly messy locks of hair. "#sad, I thought I made off with the Prefect perfectly." He hands over the card and Idia rolls his eyes, he had a speech he wanted to give. Something really cringey clowning on just how stupid Cater had to be to think he was going to get away with-

"Idia!" Yuu manages to tug him away from that train of thought, they must really have booked it here fast with just how breathlessly they called his name. They smile and give him a shakey thumbs up, something that would normally send him into cardiac arrest but doesn't effect him much at all to his surprise. The strange emotion he felt earlier, the one that is still making his hands shakey, is overriding any logical thought or normal behavior forcing him forward towards you rather than back into the shadows. "I just wanted to say good job! I mean I really shouldn't be surprised that you won so fast but it was still really co-" His shakey hand finds purchase on your neck, brutally aware that it's still un-gloved forcing skin to skin contact that he knows will be stuck in his brain for weeks to come. Sure, he should probably just have Ortho do a scan rather than look you over himself, technology doesn't make mistakes, or asses situations off of impulse. But he knows, even if he still asks Ortho to check on you later, that no amount of data would ever reassure him. He needed to feel the strangely fast beat of your heart himself.

"Sorry." Idia doesn't stutter, nor does he pull his hand away. "Can you just... stay like this with me. Just for a little longer." You simply nod, stay still not bothering to close the gap between you so as to allow Idia his space but relax into his touch enough to assure him that he is welcome to do it himself.

If he was forced to tell the truth and not spew his pessimistic drivel, Yuu's care and understanding would be what Idia would say he liked most about them. He didn't say he was afraid of them dying, but they heard him all the same.

When you are ready I am here. And while he might not be ready to say anything out loud, he can say it in the tender way he holds onto you for the rest of the night.

#twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #idia shroud x reader #ortho shroud #500 followers celebration #idk if kids still play town of salem or if it still is up #but let me tell you nothing beats winning the game for the town as the veteran?#idk #what that class with the gun that can go on alert is #but no among us is what went viral -_-

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sensei-venus · 4 months

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Fluff with robby about trying to pick baby names for their daughter?

Baby Names~

(Unedited) (Fluff, Pregnant!Reader, Mentions of Midwife!Moon, Moon is number one RobbyxReader shipper, Hinted mention of Reader having some kind of childhood trauma.)

The amount of baby books Robby had picked up was insane. When he came home and dumped the pile of books on their bed, Reader was more than a little shocked. Most of them were about raising kids, newborn and toddler age.

But a few were just purely name driven.

Reader puffed out her cheeks a little while looking though one of the books. Her eyes scanning over page after page of baby names. There were so many to choose from. It made her head hurt just looking at all of them. The ink almost seemed to imprint onto her brain the more she read.

She sighed “Do we have to do this right now? Can’t we just like wait or something until maybe she gets here?” Reader asked out loud. Robby scooted a little closer to her on the bed. A thicker book clutched in his hands. He looked up from what he was reading saying “Reader your already half way though the pregnancy, we have to at least look and some of them. At least to get an idea on what we might end up naming her.” He eyed her bump.

Reader rubbed said bump while still holding the book.

She really had no idea on what they should name their baby. She was never one to think of baby names, ever. The idea of even having a baby seemed so far gone in her mind. A baby was always at the very back of her mind. As a kid she didn’t like the idea of having kids in general, as a teen it was the same way. But then she meet Robby and it felt like a huge maybe. They both agreed that having kids wasn’t out of the question, but it would be far down the line.

Apparently far down the line was two years into their marriage after failed birth control and condoms.

It was just a lot to take in all at once.

It scared her at first and it still scared her now, months later.

Reader didn’t notice the way she zoned out while rubbing her belly. Her eyes hazy until she felt Robby’s hand skim over her knuckle.

“Sorry I got a little distracted.” Her voice was more of a whisper.

“It’s okay, I know you’re your thinking a lot. I am too, I didn’t think we would have to be sitting down and picking baby names so soon if you know what I mean.” He chuckled a little which perked her up a little. With a smile she looked down at her own hand and Robby’s. Both cradling her bump. She wasn’t huge but her round little belly was there.

A kick against their hands had them both surprised for a moment.

“Guess I woke her up with all of that negative stuff huh?”

“Don't say that, you're just stressed. We don't have to come up with a name today just maybe get some ideas okay? Don't stress yourself and the baby out. Just flip through it for a while” Robby smiles and goes back to his own book. Reader mumbles a little but goes back to her book.

“Moon said she was coming over this week to check on me. She wants to take my vitals for her charts.”

“Umm that's good. Do you want me to stay with you or…”

“No don't worry about it, it's nothing too big so I wouldn't worry about it.”

There was a long quiet pause as they both looked through their books.

Suddenly an idea popped into her head mid-flip of a random page. She set the book down saying “How would you feel if we named her something to honor Moon.” Robby slapped his book down and raised a brow at his wife.

“You want to name our baby after Moon? As in name out baby Moon?”

“No! Not name her straight out Moon. Name her something maybe similar. Moon has always been so supportive of us. Even back in high school she was great, she always had my back and when I got with you and everyone was a little iffy, she never questioned us being together. She's always just so nice to us. Hell she's even being our midwife for basically free… I just think it would be sweet.”

Robby couldn't really argue with her on that. Moon had been weirdly such a big support to them. It was so odd that Hawks's girlfriend would be the one to not say shit about their relationship. And now she was doing so much for them, looking out for Reader and the baby. Going as far as to offer to be their midwife because of Reader’s anxiety and past trauma.

He gave a small sigh, snuggling up next to his wife.

“I'm going to guess you have been thinking about this a lot? Any names stick out to you?”

Reader nodded shile tossing the book to the side. Humming she looked up at the ceiling “Well I was thinking maybe Eclipse? Meteora?” Robby visibly scrunched up his face. He was definitely not a fan of those names and Reader could tell. Thinking harder she offered up one last thought.

“What about Luna? Like the moon phase.”

Robby had to admit that he kinda liked the sound of that name. It was short and sweet and did remind him of the other girl a little bit. One of his hands rested on Reader's belly, rubbing circles into her skin ever so gently. He moved to rest his cheek on her. He gave a small smile saying ever so sweetly “Luna? Do you like that name? Lunaa.” he almost wanted to laugh. Reader did too but stopped herself. Talking to their daughter was a thing Robby had only picked up recently and it never failed to make the girl flustered.

But then a moment later she kicked which made the both of them stop what they were doing. Robby blinked a few times saying “Luna? Luna?” and there was another tiny kick.

They both laughed at the little ones' reaction inside Reader. Reader put her hand on Robby saying “I think she really likes the name Luna. Or she's just moving. I can't really tell.” she laughed a little. Robby kissed her belly and whispered “Nah I think she really does like the name. So I guess in a few more months we are going to get to meet our little Luna in person. Isn't that right Luna.”

There was a small shift in Reader's belly, the skin moving a little as “Luna” moved to a new position.

A sweet little name for a sweet little girl who would soon make a lot of people in their tiny little world happy.

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sulumuns-dootah · 5 months

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25.12. Satan - Letter to Santa (18+)

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A/N: We've finally made it to the kings! Two kings a day and a smut for each. This is my special treat for ya'll! ^^

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

₊˚⊹.* The Yule festival of Hell *.⊹˚₊

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊‧

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'Y/N, can you come see me in my room? It's about your letter.' a message from Satan pops up on your phone and the blood in your veins runs cold. Not that letter. The letter that you wrote while shitfaced thanks to Paimon taking you out for a girls' night. The one that you thought was funny to address to Satan instead of Santa. Or at least you thought in that state that it was funny. The letter that you thought was somehow destroyed after you wrote it, but don't remember that happening due to your blackout.

So the letter made its way to him. This probably wouldn't be as horrifying if you actually remembered what you wrote in it. Or maybe worse. Either way he's read it and now you're considering surrendering yourself to angels. Angelification can't hurt worse than the embarrassment of facing Satan after he's found out your inner fantasies about him. What if they're too much even for him? Will you be cast out into Abaddon for being too kinky?

The whole walk to Satan's room is like being led to execution. It will most likely be like one too. The demons you meet along the way look indifferent.

Finally you arrive tot he doors into Satan's bedroom. You reach out for the handle but before actually making a contact with it, your hand stops. You're unsure. Maybe you can still run away to Paradise Lost and change your name. He surely won't be able to find you there.

“Oh for fucks sake, just come in. I'm not gonna bite your head off.” a voice from the other side booms. He knows you're here. So there is no way out of this other than to go forward. You take a deep breath and open the door.

Satan is sitting on his bed with the letter opened beside him. When his eyes land on you he's immediately sporting his smirk. So far so good. His legs are slightly spread apart. Definitely intimidating at all.

“So what did you want?” you meekly ask, not moving away from the door that's now closed even though you don't remember closing them.

“Yeah, about that. Come sit.” he pats one of his thick thighs and spreads his legs even further apart. A growls leaves him when you don't immediately respond to his request and he's quick to close the distance. Picking you up he returns to the bed and sets you on his thigh.

“Now, where were we?” he reaches for the letter next to him and holds it up with one hand while the other is around your waist as to ensure you don't run away. The letter is even worse than you've imagined. Your writing is messy and some of the words are just scribbles. There are also some lipstick kisses. You don't even remember wearing lipstick that night a all.

“So in your letter you wrote some interesting things-”

“Satan, I was drunk. Paimon took me out drinking and I must've drank way too much.” you cut him off, hoping to make him go easier on you.

“Oh, so you don't mean any of these things, then? Or did the alcohol only help you loosen up to admit to these fantasies?” his red eyes are mischievously glowing at you.

“It uh...” you don't want to admit, that it's the other option and you did want to do things with Satan. Why are you even so anxious? Knowing him he'd most likely be down. Coem to think of it, you've never seen him turn down steamy offers from other demons.

“Aw, too shy? Here, let me help you.” Satan chuckles and throws the letter to his side. His now free hand quickly grasps your thigh and makes you straddle his lap. You heart starts beating in your chest as well as somewhere else.

“W-what are you doing?” you squeak out and slightly instinctively wiggle your hips.

“I'm only doing what you've told me you want to do in your letter. Do you want me to read it out loud to refresh your mind?” he says holding your chin in his hand while the other moves who knows where.

“I... You don't mind it?” you whisper, being well aware your face must be red.

“No, in fact was about to jerk off to the scenario, but I figured you'd like to partake too. It's your fantasy, afterall. ” he shrugs and chuckles. His words go straight to your clit at this point.

You blink a bit to fully process what has just happened and Satan uses this as an opportunity to attack your neck with bites and kisses. The way his sharp fangs graze your neck make you dizzy and so you try to anchor yourself in his hair by tangling your hands in it. Soon enough your hands are near the base of his horns and you can't help but to tug on the hair around it, which makes him growl and grow inside his pants.

Your hips automatically start grinding down on him and he responds with small thrusts to meet you. His head rises from your neck and you can see how flushed he is. You tug his hair harder to tilt his face up and he moans only to be silenced by your lips. The hands which were previously on your hips now work on undoing your clothes.

You top is the first to go and you try to make him equal by undoing the zipper on his overall and taking off his t-shirt. His muscles are so perfectly sculpted underneath and now they're flexing underneath your touch and only for you. You can't help but scratch his pecks to mark them as yours and Satan moans in response. The red marks seem to get only redder and redder by the second.

“Nngh.. I can't wait anymore..” Satan growls and tears your pants clean off alongside your underwear. He's breathing heavily as he's sheds the sleeves of his overall and pushes it low enough to be able to free his cock. The shape and color of it is just so enticing. You're quick to position yourself and have it enter you. This has to be the best dick you've had and he's only pushed inside.

As if Satan can feel your excitement, he starts slamming you onto him with barely any work from your side. His hands envelop your waist and hold you close so he can bury his face in your tits and leave lovebites all over them.

Reaching back to your anchoring point, you return your hands into his hair around the base. This time you also dare to stroke the base itself, which makes Satan dig his claws into your body, giving you the most pleasant pain you've ever experienced.

Satan bites and sucks one of your nipples, making you squeal. If he wants to play like that, then why not. You reach higher from the base of his horns higher and start slowly stroking them. This causes Satan to howl and start slamming you onto him with even more force and at faster speed.

Neither of you are able to last longer with the others actions and so the two of you come almost simultaneously from the pain and pleasure. After a short while of the both of you catching your breaths Satan speaks up with a slight chuckle: “Now, about the other fantasies you've mentioned in your letter...”

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But wait, this demon also has a gift for you!

"Seeing how much you enjoy pain from me, maybe we should experiment and maybe I'll let you use it on me, hm?"

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb satan #whb smut #the yule festival of hell

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rainsoakedphoenix · 9 months

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reunion

pairing: f!reader x matt sturniolo

wc: 747

warnings: couple swear words; let me know if i missed anything!

this was requested on @stvrni0lo (nia's) account! i'm helping her with a few of these to decrease her request load and i'm also bored at work rn and have no motivation to write my own ideas. my writing may not be quite as good as hers, but i'm getting better! i hope you like this

Could you write something for Matt that has to do with them reuniting after awhile? Like she’s childhood best friends with all three and hasn’t seen them in like a year so she surprises them for their birthday or anything along those lines!!

we're so excited to see you, you have no idea. it's been so long

you smiled at the text from matt on your phone, thinking of your response for a moment before typing it out.

i do have some idea actually, i'm just as excited to see you guys

you chuckled to yourself seeing the typing bubbles pop up immediately, indicating that he was already texting back.

wish we could see you before the end of the week though. it sucks we can't see you on our birthday

i know :( i'll make it up to you guys

after waiting a minute for a response, you pocket your phone and head inside the store, thankful they didn't seem to know of your plan. today is the triplets' birthday, and you had told them you wouldn't be available to see them. what they didn't know though was that you're already in town to surprise them, and you were currently searching for something to get them.

you take your phone out of your pocket after feeling it vibrate, and you see another text from matt.

you know you don't have to, we'll be happy to see you at all love you

you send him a "love you too" text, heart thumping in your chest. you had had a crush on matt for as long as you can remember, having grown up with them and all, and he says he loves you all the time, so you weren't entirely sure why it was a big deal to you now.

after making your purchase you head back to your car, excitement boiling as you get closer to your friends' house.

you knock on the door, a huge smile on your face as it opens to reveal matthew a few seconds later. eyes wide and mouth agape, he tackles you in a hug upon realizing it was you.

"don't make me drop my stuff!" you giggle, arms tightening around his shoulders as much as they can. he slowly lets you go then, blue eyes boring into yours as he takes you in with a soft smile crossing his features.

"i thought you couldn't come?" he questions softly.

"i wanted to surprise you," you answered back, "all of you."

he pulls you in for another hug, more gently this time, burying his head into your neck. you giggle again, resting your head on his and comfortingly rubbing his back with your free hand.

"when did you get here?" you hear chris's voice as more footsteps make their way towards you. matt picks his head up, stepping away so you could hug his brothers.

"just now." you set the gifts on the floor with a smile before holding your arms out to chris, slightly rocking side to side in his hold.

"we missed you so much." nick subtly waves chris away and wraps his arms around your shoulders, squeezing as tight as he could without hurting you.

"i missed you guys too. happy birthday."

"thank you," they said in unison as you let go of nick to grab their bags.

"seriously glad you're here though. matt hasn't shut the fuck up about you all day, cause-"

"shut the fuck up, nick!"

you laughed at the two along with chris, but your flustered look didn't go unnoticed. nick had opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off with a shake of your head.

"i got you guys something for your birthday." you handed each of them their respective gift bags.

"you didn't have to get us anything," chris smiled as you handed him his.

"what kind of person doesn't get their friends a birthday gift?"

he rolled his eyes as they all took the gift wrap out of the bags, tossing it on the floor after they did so. sounds of excitement were heard around the room as they saw what you got them.

they all thanked you profusely, gathering around you to give you another hug. matt went last, his face red as he held his arms out for you once more. you buried your face in his neck this time as he rested his head on yours, and you could both hear the other two "aw-ing" in the background. one of matt's hands briefly left your back, and you could only assume it was to flip them off.

he placed a gentle kiss to your temple after they left, and he never left your side for the rest of the night.

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo

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lilacmingi · 5 months

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STREETS OF NIGHT CITY

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Seonghwa x fem reader, Yeosang x fem reader

Word count: 5,292

Note: The next installment in my Outlaw AU series is here! Writing ATEEZ imagines that are tied to their lore or have elements from the lore is sooo much fun. Their storyline is crazyyy and it gives me so much inspiration

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𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀 | 성화

The doorbell to your small apartment buzzed loudly, a shrill and unpleasant sound that hurt your ears. However, you had been awaiting that sound because with it came something you desperately craved. Pushing yourself up from the couch you previously were lounging on, you headed towards the front door with a little pep in your step and enough cash in your hand to pay as you went to answer the door, swinging it open to find a brown paper bag sitting on the ground. Sticking your head out into the hall, you peered up and down the empty corridor, the delivery person nowhere in sight.

"What?" You murmured under your breath.

You didn't even get to pay for your food.

That's when you heard the sound of a motorized scooter outside, this causing you to rush to your living room window, watching as a helmeted person on a blue and white delivery scooter took off. The only thing you managed to catch a glimpse of was the sky blue thermal bag on the back of the scooter that read Blue Bird.

How did they get down there so quickly? You wondered.

Despite the odd circumstances, you were quick to shrug it off and retrieve the bag from outside your apartment.

"Free food for me I guess." You mused happily to yourself, kicking the door shut and placing the bag onto the living room coffee table.

Your fingers worked quickly, eagerly unfolding the opening of the bag and reaching inside to pull out your order of gochujang noodles.

"Finally." You sighed, popping open the styrofoam container to reveal the dish you had been craving recently.

You were quick to pull out the plastic utensils and dig in, too hungry to even bother getting a drink from the fridge. The first bite was so good you needed a moment to sink back into the couch cushions, letting out a groan of satisfaction. A few seconds later you dove back in for another bite and another. On the fourth bite, you paused when you felt the strange sensation of something foreign in your mouth. Furrowing your brows, you reached up to grab whatever it was that you had nearly eaten. It was a rolled up piece of paper.

Your brows pulled together in puzzlement. Did the delivery person give you their number? Is that why they ran off so quickly?

Upon unrolling the sliver of paper, you revealed a message: Let's bounce.

There was an address accompanying the small message, making you wonder why it was slipped into your delivery order. Not thinking much of it, you set aside the slip of paper and continued eating, your gaze trailing back to the small note every few minutes. Even when the styrofoam container was empty, you kept thinking about what that bite meant.

With curiosity gnawing at you, you made the rash decision to go out and see where the address led to. Was it a little sketchy? Yes, but you wouldn't be able to sleep if you didn't at least see what awaited at that location.

The address on the slip of paper led you to the lamplit streets of the city. What you found there, however, was something you never would have expected.

In the middle of the street sat six motorcycles, one of them empty and waiting for someone.

As you approached the group of bikers, you made sure to be on high alert in case they were a gang. Night City may be safe from the government's control but that didn't mean the people that lived there were always friendly.

Your discreet footfalls were heard by one of the bikers who started speaking as soon as he heard someone approaching.

"Finally. We've been waiting for..." The man's sentence trailed off as he turned to you.

Clearly you weren't the person he was expecting.

His perfectly-shaped brows pulled together while his sharp eyes gave you a once over.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I got this in my delivery order." You held up the slip of paper to show the man. "Were you the one who delivered my food?"

A rush of nerves and humiliation loomed over you while you waited for a response, hoping that you weren't making a complete and utter fool of yourself.

The man sighed, dropping his head and pinching the bridge of his nose in visible frustration, muttering the name "Yeosang." under his breath before addressing you. "No I wasn't. That was—"

"Sorry I'm late."

A new voice made you turn your head. Approaching the group was none other than the delivery guy, pulling off his helmet to reveal a head of dark hair that fell into his eyes. He huffed, shrugging off his bomber jacket and grabbing a black and orange leather one that was tossed to him.

He came to a sudden stop when he saw you.

"Oh. Gochujang noodles." He pointed, addressing you by your order.

You nodded.

"What are you doing here? Do you know Seonghwa?" He turned to look at the man who appeared less than pleased—Seonghwa, you assumed.

The oblivious expression on his face melted away and was replaced by realization.

"How did this happen?" The delivery driver questioned, looking back and forth between you and his friend.

"I'd like to ask you the same thing." Seonghwa responded, crossing his arms.

Judging by the displeased expression on his face, you could only assume the delivery driver must be Yeosang.

"It seems like there was a mixup of some sort. I'm sorry for intruding on... whatever this is." You took a step back from the group, as it seemed you had disrupted some sort of meetup.

Just as you were about to walk away, Yeosang piped up, seeming to have come to a solution.

"Jongho always gets gochujang noodles." He facepalmed at his blunder. "I must've given the wrong one to her."

"I'm sorry." You apologized without even thinking.

This big mixup wasn't your fault at all, you knew that, but you felt bad that this issue was putting a pause on their plans.

"It's not your fault." Seonghwa told you.

"Well, I should probably be going."

"Hang on. You came all this way. Why don't you hang out for a bit? We were just going to go for a ride."

"What about—" Yeosang began, but was cut off.

"You need to let Jongho know there's been a change in plans since you gave him the wrong order and he didn't get the message."

Yeosang pushed out a sharp sigh, grumbling under his breath as he mounted the empty motorcycle and took off.

"You wanna stick around?" Seonghwa asked.

"Oh." Your foot shifted slightly while you weighed your options, the loose gravel on the asphalt crunching weakly under your sole.

When you took too long to answer, Seonghwa spoke up.

"I don't want you to feel like you wasted your time coming up here. Plus, I feel like I need to make up for my friend's mistake somehow."

You were just about to decline his offer, but it really seemed like he felt somewhat responsible for the mixup, though it wasn't his fault either.

"I guess I could stick around for a little while."

"That's what I'm talking about." He grinned, revealing a lower set of silver grills that glinted under the street lamps. "I never got your name."

"Y/n."

"Y/n." He repeated with a nod. "Tell me, have you ever ridden a motorcycle?"

"No."

His eyes gleamed at your response. "That'll make this all the more fun." He slung a long, leather-clad leg over the motorcycle, situating himself of the seat.

"Hop on." He nodded to the empty space behind him.

You stepped forward and tentatively got onto the bike, doing your best to keep your hands to yourself.

"You're not going to wear a helmet?" You asked him, noticing the lack of protective headwear.

"Don't need one."

Seonghwa started up the motorcycle, the engine roaring to life along with the bikes of the other people around you.

"Hold on tight, darling."

Your arms immediately wrapped around Seonghwa's narrow waist in preparation for the jolt you would most likely get from the horsepower of the motorcycle. That little darling didn't go unnoticed by you, but you hardly had time to react to it as the bike jerked forward, your hold tightening around Seonghwa in response.

"You alright?" He asked over the deafening winds that fiercely whipped your hair.

"Yeah."

He chuckled, leaning forward and revving the bike as it picked up speed and surpassed the other riders that you had your eyes trained on up until that point. Throwing a quick glance over his shoulder, Seonghwa accelerated, leaving the rest of his group far in the distance.

Now with only empty streets to look at, you turned your eyes to the street lamps that passed by too quickly for your liking, the speed at which they flashed through your line of sight making your eyes ache.

Seonghwa took notice of your discomfort, which was obvious in the way you squeezed your eyes shut.

"Don't look at what's on either side of you." He advised. "Look ahead."

It was then that you lifted your head, peering over his shoulder at the cityscape ahead. Buildings of every shape stood proudly against the night sky, bright blue lights illuminating the towering structures and giving a sort of glowing aura to the scene before you.

It was truly a sight to behold: bright, lively, and oozing with personality, unlike Strictland that sat just beyond the vibrant cityscape, it's dull, gray appearance almost blending in with the night sky, hardly noticeable from where you sat on the motorcycle that zipped down the vacant streets.

The thrill you were beginning to feel from this late-night bike ride filled you with a surge of exuberance. At first, you were a little tense, using the other bikers as a sort of distraction from how fast you were going, but with them left in the dust you were able to truly enjoy the ride and relish in the thrill of riding at high speeds down an empty street.

"How is it, doll?" Seonghwa asked.

"So much fun!" You responded with enthusiasm over the roar of the motor.

"Watch this."

Seonghwa's hands left the handles and he spread his arms out at his sides, throwing his head back while he allowed the winds to brush past his face and through his hair.

"What are you doing?" You asked him, panic rising in your voice.

He ignored you, continuing to keep his arms outstretched, letting the giant monster of a bike pilot itself. Just when you were prepared to attempt to reach past him and control the motorcycle yourself, he brought his gloved hands back to the handles.

"Are you crazy?" You shrieked.

"Only sometimes."

"We could've wrecked!" You fretted.

He huffed out a short chuckle of amusement. "I've done this a hundred times. I'm a pro. Plus, look at all this space we have." He gestured to the vacant streets that stretched far beyond your line of sight. "If we started veering off to one side, I would've jumped in."

You decided to take his word for it, merely rolling your eyes in response.

It wasn't long until you made it into the center of Night City, the bright signs from the businesses flashing by as you passed. Your eyelids slid closed momentarily while you allowed yourself to feel the wind blowing against your face and whipping your hair around wildly. If not for the loud motor, you would have thought you were flying through the sky. At first, you were a little uneasy while on this thrill ride, but now you were having the time of your life.

"Where's your place? I can drop you off." Seonghwa's voice pulled you back to reality, making you snap your eyes open.

"Oh."

It was over already? Just when you were really starting to enjoy yourself.

"Or I can drop you off somewhere if that's what you prefer." He added.

"No, that's alright. You can drop me off at my place."

You directed Seonghwa to your apartment building and allowed him to take you there, ultimately ending your time together.

"That was fun. I don't normally hop on motorcycles with strangers, but I had a good time."

"Me too." Seonghwa smiled, flashing those chrome silver grills of his that were oddly attractive. "Maybe we can do it again sometime."

"I'd like that."

It was hard to believe your night of spontaneity and adventure started with a little note in your noodles—noodles that were supposed to be delivered to Jongho, whom you didn't know, but you sure were thankful. If not for that mixup, you would've never met Seonghwa.

𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆 | 여상

Fog floated eerily across the wet pavement before you, the streetlights casting hazy beams onto the vacant street that seemed to stretch for miles. In the distance sat the heart of the city, the towering structures stretching high in the sky, illuminated by bright lights.

"You ready?" The man on the motorcycle beside you asked, his fingerless skeleton gloves gripping the handles of the bike in preparation.

"I was born ready." You responded, sliding down the eye shield on your helmet.

Both your engines roared to life and you began the countdown, holding up your fingers and counting down from three. As soon as your index finger lowered, the both of you took off down the street. Your hand squeezed the throttle tightly, slowly rolling it back towards you as you increased your speed, riding side by side with your opponent.

He glanced over at you, revving his engine a couple times before surpassing you. Of course, you weren't going to let that slide and accelerated just enough to match him.

The last time you raced, he beat you by just a few seconds and you weren't going to allow that to happen again.

The streetlights were zooming by so quickly, they streaked together, almost making it look like you were riding through a lit tunnel. You loved when that happened. Reaching a speed so high that the lights around you morphed together in bright streaks that made you feel like you were going into hyperspace in a sci-fi movie.

The thrill these late-night races brought you filled you with levels of exuberance so high sometimes you couldn't help but shout to the heavens.

"Woohoo!" You exclaimed into the night air.

"Don't forget. This is a race, not a joy ride." Your competitor reminded you.

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes, though he couldn't see it since you had your helmet on.

Just ahead lied the overpass that you always used to mark the end of the race on your makeshift track. It was the final stretch. The man beside you was gaining speed, the front wheel of his bike sticking out just slightly more than yours. Your levels of adrenaline and determination increased, as did your speed which allowed you to gain on your opponent and take first place, at least for the time being.

Just a little further.

Now in the lead, you got a boost of morale which helped propel you towards the overpass, zooming through with ease and beating your racing partner by just a short distance. You only had a couple inches on him, but a win is a win.

Your bikes screeched to an abrupt stop just beyond the overpass and you removed your helmet, releasing an exasperated sigh.

"Well Yeosang, looks like I won this time."

The man beside you pulled off his helmet, his lengthy black hair spilling out from the protective headwear and falling down into his face. He shook one of the strands out of his eye and let out a huff.

"I suppose you did, but not by much."

"Please." You rolled your eyes. "Maybe you could just admit that I'm better."

"Never." He grinned.

The two of you always exchanged playful banter and took jabs at each other, not having any genuine animosity or ill feelings towards one another. It was all in good fun; even the races were just for entertainment.

You went to put your helmet back on. "Same time next week?"

"What's the rush?"

You gave him a questionable look, lowering the headwear.

"Can't you stay for a while?"

When you didn't respond, he added, "Unless you have somewhere to be."

You didn't have anywhere to be, the only place you could be besides racing in the streets was at home. This city didn't have many options when it came to entertainment. There was a bar, a meet up spot for underground fights, and a couple restaurants but that was it.

"No. I don't."

"Then maybe you could hang around for a little while longer. We don't have to only have these races every time we meet up. We can do other things."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Follow me."

With that, he slipped his helmet back on and revved up his bike. You followed suit, sliding your own protective headwear on and positioning yourself on the motorcycle before driving off.

Yeosang hadn't told you where exactly you were headed, but you didn't mind. The idea of traveling somewhere and not knowing where you were going was beyond thrilling. That little element of mystery was fun and exciting.

You followed behind Yeosang down the foggy streets, taking all the same turns that he did until you noticed the buildings started to become more sparse and it seemed you were headed out of Night City.

Just how far was he taking you?

The motorcycle in front of you came to a stop not very far from the edge of the city. It was an area with few structures and you even saw a couple trees, which was a rare sight for this particular sector. The pavement was worn and cracked and there were blades of grass growing up through the fractured concrete, showing how long that path had been there. You propped your bike up and dismounted it, removing your helmet and placing it onto one of the bike handles.

"I've never been here before." You commented, briefly scanning your surroundings.

"I don't think anyone has." Yeosang responded before nodding his head. "Come on. It's just over here."

Taking a brief glance around the area, you hugged your leather jacket close to your body and jogged over to walk in tandem with Yeosang. The soft crunching of the gravel beneath your soles soon transitioned into the soft shiff of grass brushing your shoes as you moved away from the pavement. The both of you trekked along the turf until you came to an area that sloped down. Yeosang offered you his hand and was kind enough to assist in bringing you down the hill. Sitting at the foot of the slope was a grassy area and a narrow stream.

"Wow."

Yeosang took a seat on the ground and gently pat the empty spot beside him, signaling for you to join him.

You obliged and lowered yourself onto the thinning grass, turning your attention to the faint babbling of the water that ran through the narrow trench in the ground. Despite the sparse patches of grass, there were tiny, white clovers that dotted the area; the invasive plant could thrive in even the worst environment.

"It's so pretty." You commented. "I didn't know there was a place like this nearby."

"I didn't either until recently. I was wandering the outer limits of the city when I came upon this. I know it's not exactly the most stunning piece of land, but it's the nicest this city has to offer."

"It's beautiful, even this little channel drain." You gestured to the narrow cutout in the ground.

"Yeah." Yeosang chuckled. "This is where the excess rainwater goes. It's the closest thing this place has to a brook."

"Do you come out here often?"

"Only when I need to clear my head."

"Is tonight one of those nights?"

He shook his head. "No. I just wanted to bring you somewhere nice."

A soft smile pulled at the corners of your mouth at his warm words while he lifted his gaze to the vast space above.

Your eyes only flitted to the night sky momentarily, unable to keep them fixed on it due to the more enchanting and captivating sight sitting right beside you that called for all of your attention. Yeosang was a stunning individual with princely and statuesque visuals that left you breathless every time you saw him. Every time he pulled his bike helmet off and that dark hair of his came spilling out and falling into his face had your heart thumping with fondness.

You could practically see the stars reflected in his round eyes as he kept his sights fixed on the atmosphere. He was heavenly, practically holding the entire galaxy in his dark irises.

"This is nice." He murmured, his soothing voice pulling you back to reality.

"It is. Almost makes you forget about all the horrible things going on over there."

"Everything is going to change." He commented, gazing back at the bleak city of Strictland sitting beyond the bright buildings.

"You sound so sure."

"I'm just optimistic I guess." He shrugged.

The both of you stayed under the stars for a few minutes, exchanging a few words and carrying on brief conversations until you decided to call it a night.

Yeosang insisted on following you to your apartment building to make sure you arrived back at your residence safely. When you first declined his offer he explained that, though improbable, there's always a slim possibility of android guardians lurking about Night City despite the area being out of Strictland's jurisdiction. After that, there was no way you could turn him down.

After arriving home safely, you went straight to the shower and rid yourself of any dirt or pollen from the outdoor elements. While standing under the stream of hot water, your thoughts wandered, replaying those moments you shared with Yeosang, your heart fluttering as you recollected the feeling of sitting under the stars with him. It was romantic, really, and in a way it felt more like a date than a casual and lighthearted hangout session. You wondered why he would have taken you to such a nice place if it truly was just an extension to your late-night race. A good five minutes of standing under the running water and zoning out passed before you managed to pull yourself back to the present and shake away your thoughts long enough to finish going through your shower routine. You movies quicker than normal due to the fact that the water might start to go cold since you spent so long stuck in your own head.

After drying off and changing into your pajamas, you realized how hungry you were, taking a glance at the digital clock on your wall. It was 10:15 PM. Thankfully, Blue Bird, the only meal delivery service in the city, ran until midnight so there was plenty of time for you to order a nice meal to end the night.

Your fingers tapped on the screen of your phone as you put in your order like you had done many times before. Having habitually ordered takeout food, this routine had become muscle memory you'd done it so often. You ordered the same dish from the same place almost all the time. Not that you really had a choice. Night City only had a handful of restaurants to choose from. Sometimes, if you were feeling a little adventurous you'd order a different dish just to try something new, only to come back to the same old same old.

After a short twenty-five minute wait, the doorbell to your apartment buzzed, signaling the arrival of your food that you'd been so patiently waiting for. Opening the door, you found a plastic bag sitting just outside with no delivery person in sight. This came as no surprise as it was something you'd become accustomed to.

Placing the bag on the coffee table, you wasted no time rummaging through it and pulling out the multiple styrofoam boxes that held your entree and sides. The biggest one that held the main dish was opened immediately by your eager hands. It was when you grabbed your utensils that you spotted writing on the inside of the styrofoam lid.

Enjoy your meal, lovely :)

Huffing out a laugh, you proceeded to take a large bite of your food, savoring the symphony of flavors that erupted in your mouth.

The little message inside the container didn't surprise you in the slightest. The delivery guy had been leaving you notes for a while now. Each one was different, but they all had sweet words or a compliment inside, sometimes even a cute little doodle of a character with a flower on its head. The notes started with things like enjoy and soon progressed into: fried dumplings for the pretty lady <3. Sometimes he would even add in a dessert for free, leaving a brief message on the container to let you know it was "on the house". There had been multiple times that you wanted to thank him, but he always seemed to slip away before you could say anything. The closest you got to seeing him was a fleeting glimpse as he dipped into the stairwell located at the end of the hall. Of course, he had his helmet on, but you could see the faintest bit of black hair sticking out from underneath it.

You often wondered what he looked like and if he was as good-looking as you imagined him to be. Not knowing his identity, while somewhat exciting at first, was now driving you bonkers. How did he develop this fascination towards you? How had he been able to even see what you looked like? He always took off before you answered the door. These unanswered questions swirled around in your mind like a storm and you wished you knew who it was and how this all came about. Did this man know you?

A week had passed before you ordered delivery food again, you were trying to use up the items in your pantry that were already paid for instead of wasting all your money on takeout. Feeling proud of yourself for holding back for a week, you decided to treat yourself with a little reward and ordered from your usual place. You went to sit outside on the fire escape to admire the nighttime view of the city, noticing a blue and white delivery bike parked on the curb. The timing couldn't be more ideal. This very well could be the moment you finally catch a glimpse of the man who's been leaving you little notes in your takeout containers.

The decision was made, you would stay put and wait until he came back to his moped. Then maybe, just maybe, you could uncover the identity of your secret admirer.

Even when your doorbell rang, you made no efforts to get up and retrieve your food, your watchful gaze glued to the motorized scooter sitting idly in the vacant street. Even if you got up and rushed to the front door, you wouldn't be able to catch him.

Sitting on the grated platform of the fire escape, you watched the dew-covered pavement below until a helmeted figure emerged from your apartment building. He was quick to hop on the idle bike and kick the metal prop up before taking off. As he drove away, you caught sight of a familiar pair of fingerless skeleton gloves.

Your heart jumped so hard it might as well have leapt right out of your chest at the realization of who this person was.

It's Yeosang.

It felt like the breath was knocked out of you and you found yourself clambering back inside your apartment to plop down on the couch before your legs gave out.

The delivery driver was Yeosang. The one you shared so many late-night motorcycle races with. The one whom you shared an adventurous night with just a few days prior.

The one you had feelings for.

Now that you knew who this mystery delivery boy was, you were determined to catch him. That's why you were currently stood before your front door, peering through the peephole waiting for him to show. Instead of waiting until the following week, you placed a delivery order the next day.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, the helmeted man came into view carrying a plastic bag that held your delivery order. Just as he bent over to set it down on the ground, you opened the door, startling the man.

"Hello Yeosang." You greeted, leaning against the doorframe.

He stood upright at lightning speed, his body language showing how startled he was.

"Who?" He responded, making his voice sound deeper.

"The gloves, Yeosang." You gestured to the fingerless skeleton gloves on his hands.

He glanced down at them, letting out a defeated sigh. There was no use in hiding it anymore. Removing his helmet, he revealed himself, his eyes stayed glued to the hallway carpet.

You've known the delivery boy's identity since last night, however, seeing him take off his helmet and show his face made it all real.

"So, cat's out of the bag." Yeosang huffed.

"It sure is."

"Can I come in?"

You stepped aside wordlessly and allowed him to enter into your apartment. Your delivery order was placed on the tiny kitchen island and your attention was directed to Yeosang who was shifting from one foot to the other in an anxious manner. His head stayed lowered almost as if he was ashamed of getting caught.

"You're the one who's been leaving me little notes in all my orders."

"Y/n, I—“

"Come here." You grabbed the bandana that was tied around his neck and used it to pull him to your lips.

A small noise of the surprise sounded from the back of his throat, his eyelids fluttering lightly before sliding closed. His gloved hands reached up to gingerly cup your face and keep your lips pressed firmly to his. You released your hold on the bandana and slid your fingers up into his lengthy, dark hair which is something you've secretly always wanted to do, picturing how soft it was. Now you could confidently say it was so much softer than what you imagined. Your digits carded through his inky locks, nails gently grazing his scalp which elicited a sigh from him that had your stomach flipping.

You may have been the one who initiated the kiss, but Yeosang was the one who kept it going. His hands, which were previously holding your face, were now caressing your sides and squeezing your waist, keeping you held closely while he devoured your lips. It's as if he let all of his feelings for you take over, and you didn't mind at all.

After some time, he pulled away leaving both of you in a daze, your shallow breaths mixing in the narrow space between your faces.

"I'm so glad it's you." The confession slipped out before you could even stop it.

Yeosang's eyes widened. "You are?"

"While having a secret admirer made me feel important and dare I say, beautiful, finding out that it was you the whole time makes it even better."

"You are beautiful, Y/n." Yeosang brushed a piece of hair away from your face.

"Do you have any more deliveries to make?"

"No. Just yours."

"Good." You leaned forward and captured his lips between yours.

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 7 days

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2|3 – The Moon;; KSY

Word Count;; 1.7k

Genre;; Fluff, Humour(ish), (B)F2Ls

Pairing;; Hoshi x Reader

Summary;;

It’s Rose Day, or Yellow Day, whichever, or neither. It doesn’t matter because you’re spending the day with your three best friends. Nothing more, nothing less - just another uneventful May 14th eating singles curry. Or at least that was your plan. It seems, however, that Hoshi has a plan of his own.

Warnings;;

None! it's pure fluff, babie! well, aside from the murder of an innocent cellular device.

Notes;;

Here is the third instalment of a collab I am doing with @writeformesinpie - Holidays With Seventeen. Every 14th day of the month is considered a holiday in South Korea so we’re basing the prompts off those! May 14th is Yellow Day, or Rose Day! ... dropped my phone while trying to replicate Reader's actions, call that method writing

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“Why is he so late?” you groan, flipping your phone in the air before catching it with one hand.

“Don’t do that."

With a roll of the eyes you lean back against the couch. Plush cushions engulf you but do little to dampen the harsh clack of approaching footsteps. Joshua's hand slides into your peripheral before jutting out past your shoulder. His pretty fingers wiggle in expectation. Beside you, Seokmin snickers.

"I won't do it again."

"I don't believe you."

And he shouldn't. Itching to throw the device back into the air, your fingers clamp around the cool glass screen. You tilt your head side to side as you decide the best way out of the lecture when a text message comes through.

Horanghae: almost there!

You can't stop yourself from smiling. Showing the phone to each of your friends, you shake it, indifferent to its fragile nature. Consisting of a loose two finger grip, your hold on the device is precarious at best.

"If you break another ph–"

It wobbles about like a bobblehead before flinging free. In a glorious arc, it flies high and fast. Your mouth falls open in a strangled shout. Over the coffee table and past the lounge chairs, the phone disappears into the unknown with a sharp crack.

Silence follows.

You blink thrice in rapid succession. Inch by inch you turn to your couchmate. Seokmin mirrors you. His mouth is hanging open and his eyes are wide. Disbelief ties his tongue and he merely gapes at you. Brows furrowing, you shake your head. He gestures toward the scene of the crime. With a huff you slump back into the couch.

"Unbelievable," Joshua murmurs as he traverses beyond the visible realm and into the electronic graveyard where your phone now rests. He drops behind the lounge chairs right as the front door swings open. "It's shattered."

"I'm here!"

"No!" you cry, head falling into your hands.

Seokmin rubs your back. "There, there."

"What kind of greeting is that?" Soonyoung jokes, entering the living room with several bags in tow. They crinkle with each step before he tosses them on the table.

Joshua pops back into view with a heavy sigh. "I'll take you to buy a new one."

"A new one? But I'm one of a kind!"

"Thanks, Josh. You're the best."

"Don't mention it."

"Are you guys seriously ignoring me when I come bearing gifts?"

"Maybe if you arrived five minutes earlier we wouldn't have witnessed another phone's untimely end," Seokmin says, shaking his head in disapproval.

"You're right," you fake-sniffle, pointing a finger at Soonyoung, "this is his fault."

"My fault?"

"Did you even buy us anything?" Joshua asks while looking through Soonyoung's haul. He pulls out two matching tiger-print jackets. Instead of a warm orange they're eye-stinging yellow. "There's only two sets."

"Why would I buy you something?"

"Not even a hat?" Seokmin's tone is incredulous as he jumps up to help the search.

Joshua frowns. "Not even snacks.”

Soonyoung nudges the pair aside. He's beaming as he shoves everything back inside the now tearing bags. Joshua and Seokmin glance at one another, communicating on a level you're not quite fluent in.

"You know what I just realised?" Joshua begins, tapping his finger against his chin. "We need food. Not it."

"Not it!"

All three of you shout in unison. It's impossible to tell who was last, but it definitely wasn't you. You're never last! So the fact that Seokmin is sidling up to Joshua, leaving both you and Soonyoung on the wrong side of the table, is a tell-tale sign of fraud.

"Then it's decided. You two will go."

It was rigged!

"Well, if we have to!" Soonyoung says without a hint of despondency.

"But I don't want to! Can't we make our sad little singles curry here?"

"Host's rules,” Joshua deadpans.

Seokmin shrugs off your pleading stare. You understand him sacrificing you (you’d do the same to him, after all) but this isn’t a full grocery run – it’s a quick stop at a curry joint. It would make more sense if you all went. Then you could just eat there!

Joshua disappears into the kitchen before you can suggest the obvious, putting an end to the discussion. Seokmin teeters by the edge of the living room table, fingers fiddling with the plastic bags, eyes darting between you and Soonyoung.

With a small pout on your lips you turn to Soonyoung. Considering he only just arrived he doesn’t seem put out by the fact they’re sending him onto those mean streets to battle for a seat at the best curry place in town. It’s a warzone fuelled by the hunger of middle aged office workers – no one in their right mind would smile knowing the hardships you two soon face.

“Let’s go,” you say, a distant echo in your voice.

You’re a mere step closer to the door when Seokmin speaks up. "It's cold out there so you'll want to wear this!"

“Cold? But it’s May…” you trail off, attention set wholly on the man in front of you.

The bags crinkle as Seokmin rummages. Yanking out one of the jackets, he tosses it at you. With a quick shake you hold it up in all its glory. Dandelion yellow, bee fuzz yellow, pikachu yellow – it’s so yellow. You’re no longer in control of yourself as your eyes squint and your jaw drops. Seokmin isn’t finished unveiling Soonyoung’s treasures, however. Next comes a black cap. It hits you square in the face before falling onto your outstretched arms. On the front are small paw prints which are also… yellow. Just like the curry you're being sent out to the frontlines to buy for none other than–

"It's Yellow day!" Flabbergasted, you gawk between your three friends; Joshua is rolling his eyes in the kitchen, Seokmin is laughing so loud the sound is reverberating off the walls, and…

Soonyoung’s eyes are crescent moons as he grins at you, his nose scrunched and his mirth palpable.

"You want to match… with me?"

"Of course I do!” he says, pouncing closer. “Unless you don’t want to. Then I’ll just make DK wear it.”

“Nope, not it, never in your life.” Seokmin shakes his head to and fro before tossing the other bag at Soonyoung. “Take your stuff and go, pal. We don’t have all night.”

Despite the hurried waving of hands trying to usher you out the door, you take your time slipping into the jacket. The inside is cool and smooth, easy to slide on, yet it warms you the second you finish zipping it up nice and snug. While the design choice is questionable (you look like a holey slice of moon cheese), the jacket itself isn’t too bad.

“You look cute,” Soonyoung practically shouts, throat bobbing as he looks away. “Let’s go!”

He’s at the door and flinging it open with a little too much force before you can respond. The ‘Hey, you’re pretty cute yourself,’ and ’I really like you– in that jacket!’ and ’We’re just friends… unless?’ remain unspoken, but perhaps that’s for the best. Trotting behind him like a little show puppy, you strike a pose inside the doorway.

“Tada!” you actually shout, and he jumps back in surprise. It doesn’t last long.

“Tada!” he reciprocates, mimicking your pose.

“Tada!” you both say in unison while springing 180 degrees to pose for Seokmin.

He claps then joins in with a, “Tada!” of his own, and this time the pose is dynamic as you each shoot off a finger gun.

“Ta–”

“Just go!” Joshua yells from the kitchen.

The apartment vibrates with laughter. Seokmin shoots his finger guns off toward Joshua, a brilliant grin plastered on his face which soon falls into a grimace. He flops onto the couch, yelling about how he’s hit and that you should save yourselves. You don’t need to be told twice. Entwining your arm with Soonyoung’s, you skip over the threshold and shut the door behind you.

“That was close,” you murmur, resting your head on his shoulder and wiping away nonexistent sweat from your forehead.

Soonyoung’s free hand slips into his jacket pocket. It reemerges with a delicate yellow rose. "This is for you. If you want it."

The soothing scent of its petals kisses your senses long before you lean in to breathe it deep. You close your eyes and indulge the gentle floral paradise. When you ground yourself back in the wondrous now, Soonyoung is watching you with a curious expression that morphs into a playful smile. He’s still holding the rose but you’re quick to remedy that.

"Of course I do, you cute little cheesy moon!" you swoon before pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

The front door swings back open and Seokmin gasps. “They’re making out out here.”

What a tattletale!

Joshua’s response drifts through the open door. “Tell them not to come back.”

“Turns out we have enough to make dinner for us two here but you two will have to eat at the restaurant, together, alone, without us,” Seokmin says with a forced, exaggerated frown. “Enjoy yourselves! But not too much. Not where everyone can see.”

“Thank you,” you groan before tugging Soonyoung down the hall.

“Be safe! We’ll miss you but not as much as you’ll miss us probably!”

“I always miss you, bro!” Soonyoung shouts, looking wistfully back over his shoulder one last time before you turn the corner with him.

“That guy,” you say, your tone uneven with laughter.

“Are you ready to have the best Yellow Day ever?!”

His sudden excitement shocks you and you’re nodding along to his enthusiasm even while your brain catches up. “Yeah!”

“Are you ready to have the best curry ever?!”

“Yeah!” You pause. “But won’t it taste the same as it always does?”

“What? No way!” he says, booping you on the nose. “This is the first time we’re getting the curry together, as a pair. Like a–”

“Couple!”

“So it’ll taste even more–”

“Lovely!”

“Yeah!” he cheers, raising both hands for a double high-five.

You complete the high-five with your own, ‘yeah!’.

“Then what are we waiting for?” He beams at you and the whole world pauses as he repositions the cap on your head. “Onward to our date!”

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windstrikenbard · 10 months

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Keep Whining like that...

Genshin Impact men x dom!genderneu reader ADULTS ONLY/MINORS DNI CWs: Spanking, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Sounding, Degradation, Bondage Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Venti

Diluc squirmed, wrists rubbing against the scarlet rope you've tied him up with. His poor cock was pulsing at attention, begging to be touched, but you simply chuckled and walked another slow circle around Diluc. "Look at it... You cute little cock, my cock, begging for pleasure. you greedy slut, have I not given you enough?" You widened your eyes innocently, trailing the whip in her hand along his side. Felt a rush of excitement at his slight moan. "What would Mondstadt think to find their Darkknight Hero begging some random person for release, hmm?" He groaned and shuddered, dick twitching as you spoke. An idea popping into your brain, you gently ran the whip along his dick, listening to his breath suck in sharply and a soft whimper leave his throat. You lazily brought the leather whip around and hit his ass, a grunt leaving Diluc's mouth. A tsk, and you hit him again. "So silent, huh...?" You raise his head with a finger, chuckling at the dazed look in his eyes. "Beg me for it, and I might give you mercy." And ohhh did he beg. Whimpered pleas, rutting his hips up into the air. Praising you, begging you. And yet... you wouldn't give in. "Pleaseeeee... Please I need it... I'll let you h-have free drinks for a week just please." That was more like it. You brought your hand to his cock and helped him release, watching him fall limp afterwards. "Good boy, Diluc..." You kissed his neck as you undid the ties, rubbing the sore spots gently. "Let's get you cleaned up now, okay? How does a hot bath sound?"

Kaeya was blindfolded, arms and legs spread out on the bed as the soft hum of a vibrator continued to echo in the room. His quiet, desperate moans as he tried to helplessly buck his hips, the pressure just shy of the spot it needed to be. You slowly drew your nails along his inner thigh, his mouth emitting a desperate whimper as he flinched from the sudden contact. Every so often, desperately trying to move, yet to no awhile. "Oh Kaeya... How's my little slut hanging into there?" You coo softly, ghosting your breath over his angry, puffy dick. He groaned and tried to once again buck his hips. "Ohhh... Please... I've been good, I've been good please let me cum..." You rolled your eyes and teased him, moving the vibrator slightly so it was just right for half a second before moving it back. A whine ripped out from his throat, and a tear peeked out from the blindfold. "That's not what I asked~" You stood up from the bed, reaching into the drawer of your sex toys. "In any case... Well, consider this payback for all the times you've teased me today, you needy puppy." You spread lube over the metal rod in your hand. He whined and twitched, trying to figure out what you were doing. Gasping in surprise as you slowly slid the rod in, before moving the vibrator right where he wanted it. "I'll leave you like this for a bit. Don't make a mess, okay?" You blew a kiss while he started to whine and beg desperately, then left the room. Left the room to start setting up for the aftercare, anyways.

Venti was, perhaps, the noisiest person you've ever taken to bed. Here he was, on his knees like such a good puppy, begging to mouth at your sex. To take you in and get your juices all over him. But who would you be if you let your precious sub get everything he wanted? "Venti, stand up and turn around." His obedience was such a turn-on... You bit back the moan that wanted to escape, and wrapped your arms around him, pressing him against your chest. "What a good boy..." You purred into his ear, slowly reaching a hand down to stroke that oh so tiny dick. He whined. Squirmed and turned his head, trying to meet his lips with yours. You simply scoffed and pressed your lips to his neck, sucking as you flicked your thumb over his tip. He let out the loudest, whiniest moan ever, just spurring you on to do it again, and again, and again. You could feel his legs shaking, having to put more effort in keeping him standing then jerking him off, but the strain in your muscles would be so worth his pretty face. "Look at how small and pathetic your dick is, hmm?" You whispered in his ear, watching his face turn such a gorgeous shade of red. "Does it want to cum? hmm?" "y...yes! Please! Pleaseee!" Venti whined and managed to catch your lips in his, giving you such a wet kiss. So obviously you complied. After all, how could you say no to him at this point? His long, drawn-out moan was music to your ears. You jerked him through it, before gently laying him down on the couch and kissing his forehead. "I'll be right back love. I just got to grab you a towel and some nice cold water, okay?" You held his hand gently, smiling at his hazey expression. "Okay... thank you..."

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cherrycola27 · 1 year

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All Too Well

Series Warnings: Language, drinking, military inaccuracies. Allusions to smut, eventual smut. Unrequited love, enemies to lovers. Adult themes and situations. 18+ Minors DNI

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Chapter 1: I'm Not Fine At All

You weren't going to let Bradley ruin this redemption arc for you. So what if he didn't want to listen to you right now? Maybe you could make him see that you'd changed.

You took your drink and tucked yourself over at the opposite side of the bar. You weren't in the mood for any more words of wisdom from either of your parents. You happily sipped on your drink as you scrolled through your phone, and people watched.

"Evening, Ma'am" a voice drawled from beside you. You slipped your phone in your pocket and looked over to meet a set of emerald eyes and a thousand watt smile. Clad in his service khakis, you read his name tag, "Seresin," you remember your father talking about him.

"Hi there." You responded politely. "Why is a beautiful thing like you sitting all by yourself?" He asked you. "I don't think everyone here is thrilled by my presence." You tell him as you look over his shoulder and jut your chin toward Rooster.

"Bradshaw's been an ornery cock his whole life. Nothing new about that." He tells you. "Well, aside from Rooster tarnishing my reputation, not that I needed any help with that, most guys are too afraid to flirt with me because of who my parents are. It isn't worth them getting banned from their favorite bar or getting a shit duty station for breaking my heart." You tell him as you finish your drink.

"Penny m'dear, another round for her and put it on my tab." Jake says without breaking eye contact with you. Your mom sets down your drink and another beer for him. "Who said I was going to break your heart, darlin?"" He asks as he cocks his head to the side.

"Who said I wouldn't break yours first?" You counter. He chuckles before taking a swig of beer. "You're feisty. I like it." He says. "How about a game of pool?" He asks you.

Now you laugh. "You do know what my callsign is? Don't you Hang—man?" You ask as you draw out the syllables of his. "I sure do—Hustler. Which is exactly why I want you to be my partner. Doubles. Us versus Phoenix and Rooster." Jake states.

"You really think that's a good idea?" You ask him. "Just because we're friends doesn't mean I don't enjoy ruffling Rooster's feathers. You in?" Jake asks you.

"The only way I'm going to play is if I get a little more liquid courage in me." You state. Jake quickly orders two whiskey shots. Your mother rolls her as she sets them down. You toast with Jake and down the amber liquid. It warms you from within. "Alight, let's play." You cheer.

Jake offers you his hand as you hop down from your bar stool and grab your drink. He grabs his beer before placing his free hand on the small of your back and guiding you to the poor table.

"Evening, Pops," Jake says as he tosses Maverick a wink when the two of you walk by.

"Pete Mitchell, so help me if your daughter causes a fight in my bar. You're dealing with it." Penny says as she smacks Maverick with a bar towel.

"Hey! She's not just my daughter." Maverick defends himself. "She is when she starts acting just like you." Penny says as she prepares to watch the enviable chaos unfold.

"Rooster, Phoenix, I found a partner for pool, rack 'em and let's play a round." Hangman says at the two of you walk up the to pool table. You can already see the anger on Rooster's face.

"Y'all this here is Hustler." Jake announces the the group. "Hustler, this is Coyote, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy." Jake says as he introduces you to the men sitting. He pivots and is about to say something but Phoenix cuts him off.

"Hey, Hustler." She says with a small wave. "Hey, Nix." You wave back. "Roo." You nod you head a Rooster.

"Well, now that everyone is acquainted, let's play!" Jake claps his hands together before grabbing a pool cue and handing one to you.

You and Jake win the first round of pool, and Phoenix asks for a rematch. She and Rooster win the second game. You decided to play one last game for the best two out of three. The two tequila-sodas and the whiskey shot are buzzing in your system, making you feel giggly and flirty. You've switched to gingerale so you can ride your bike home later. During this last game of pool, you've been very touchy-feely with Hangman, and Bradley can't stand it. He has a death grip on his pool cue as he watches Jake shamelessly hit on you.

It's the final shot of the game. You call the pocket and line the eight ball up and sink it perfectly. You jump up and down excitedly, and Jake picks you up and spins you around and cheers with you. You give him a victory kiss on the cheek before excusing yourself to the bathroom.

When you come back, you noticed that the bar is a little bit busier than it was when you first got here, and the juke box is playing one of your favorite songs.

You run up to Jake and grab his hand. "Come dance with me." You demand as you drag him to the dance floor.

Jake tosses his beer bottle and follows you without hesitation. He twirls you around the dance floor through a country song and some pop jam, but then someone cues up a hip-hop track and your face lights up as you turn around and press your body to his.

His hands slide to your hips and grip them tightly as you rock against him to the beat. Some song he doesn't recognize comes on after that, but you don't make an effort to change your position. You continue to sway your hips to the music, grinding your ass over his crotch.

Rooster is sitting over in the corner watching the two of you. The jealous anger builds the more he stays nestled on his perch. He feels like he's going to be sick. He keeps hoping Maverick or Penny will do something, but they are still at the bar watching this trainwreck play out.

You slide your arm behind you and curl it around Jake's neck. You slide your fingers in his hair, and he lowers his head just enough to place a few lingering kisses on the side of your neck. He trails them up your skin. He locks eyes with Rooster as he nips your ear before whispering, "Want to get out of here?" You shake your head before replying, "Take me home, Cowboy." Rooster almost snaps the pool cue in half when he sees you lean up on your tip toes and kiss Jake. You stand there and make out with him for half a minute. You pull apart for air. You bit your lip as you savor the taste of him on your lips. He tastes like hops and cinnamon gum, and it's forigen to you.

Jake goes to settle your tabs. You tell him you're going to lock up your bike in your mom's storage shed, and you'll meet him out front.

You went around the back to grab your jacket and helmet to put inside the bar for the night and to secure your bike. You'd have Jake or an Uber bring you back here tomorrow. You were just about to round the corner when you felt a hand encircle your wrist and pull you back before pushing you against the outside wall of the building.

"Bradley!" You gasped when you saw that it was him. His body towered over you, one hand still on your wrist, the other planted beside your head as he kept you in place. "Bradley, what are you doing?" You asked him.

"There's no way in hell you're going home with Bagman." He gritted out. "And why not? I'm an adult Bradley, I can fuck who I want." You sassed him.

You cocked your head to the side and waited for his response. You could see the anger on his face. His jaw was clenched, and a delicious vein was straining in his neck, but he remained silent.

"Bradley, if you can't give me one good reason why I shouldn't let Jake rearrange my organs, then I'm going to need you to move." You told him as you tried to push him out of the way.

Bradley didn't speak. Instead, he pushed you back against the wall and crashed his lip to yours. One of his hands tangled in your hair while the other gripped your waist and pulled you to him.

You moaned, giving him the chance to slot his tongue in your mouth. You tugged on his curls as his mouth worked against yours.

He tasted like beer and wintergreen tobacco, a habit he had picked up in flight school that he just couldn't seem to kick.

His kiss was hot, heavy, and dizzying. It was something you knew all too well.

He pulled back and admired his handy work. You were breathless with flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

"I thought you said we weren't going to start this again." You goaded him. "You and I both know that it was going to end this way. It always does. I never can tell you no, can I?" He says before kissing you again.

"Get on your bike, and I'll follow you back to your place." He tells you. "Why my place? You ask him.

"You can't leave in the middle of the night if you're already home." He says matter of factly.

You smirk at him. "What about Hangman?" You ask. "I'll handle it." Bradley says.

You climb on your bike and meet Bradley in front of the Hard Deck, with Jake no where in sight.

He climbs into his Bronco and follows you to your little beach house.

The second the two of you make it through the door, you're caught up in each other. You manage to lead him to your bedroom as the two of you strip the others clothes off.

The sex between the two of you is mind-blowing. You've done it enough to know how to make each other feel good, even if your feelings had been dead and gone and buried for some time.

After losing count of the number of orgasms you've had, you collapse against the sheets and curl up against Bradley's chest for a good night's sleep.

The next morning, you wake up to a cold bed. You reach out for Bradley only to find that his side of the bed is empty. You get up and see his clothes are gone from your floor. You slip on your robe and check the bathroom. Still no sign of him.

You walk downstairs hoping that he's in your kitchen, but it is empty as well. You look out of your curtains to see that his Bronco is gone from your driveway.

So this is what it feels like to wake up alone. You sigh before taking a seat at your kitchen island. It's then that you notice the note scrawled on a piece of paper.

You open it and immediately recognize the four words written in Bradley's hand writing:

"How does it feel?"

Chapter 1 is here! Hope you guys enjoy it. Also, please don't slash my tires over toxic Bradley.

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