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sunshinevanfleet · 11 months

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karma - j. kiszka

pairing: jake x reader

a/n: hello! i'm gifting you all some enemies to lovers jake smut <3. i worked really hard on this one so i hope it's okay. this one is college!au jake. it's not edited so pls forgive me for any silly mistakes. also if you're sensitive to bullying (not really but? if you squint) then pls don't read. ok love u all!!!

genre: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), enemies to lovers

word count: 4.6k

summary: the reader is locked out of her dorm room late at night, with no way inside. her only escape is the man she can't stand, jake kiszka.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, swearing, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, explicit sex scenes, etc.

Karma sure was a bitch.

Sitting in the hallway floor of your dorm building, well past 2 AM on a Wednesday morning, you were beginning to wonder what you did to deserve this. Soaking wet from the rain, missing a shoe, and locked out of your dorm room, you were pleading with every force in the universe for your roommate to somehow miraculously return early from Spring Break to let you into the room. Your phone and keys were locked in the bar that you and your friends left hours before, and you were effectively locked out until you could get in touch with the housing office in the morning. What a wonderful time to be alive.

You debated it in your head; maybe it was the time you laughed at your roommate for falling down the stairs. Or when you refused to give your brother twenty dollars for gas money. Most prominent in your thoughts, though, was when you’d become fed up with your neighbor and hammered on his door to scream at him over the endless noise he made day-in and day-out. Maybe if you had a smidge more patience, you would be able to knock on his door and at least ask for a towel, considering he was the only other person on your floor that stayed at school for break.

A heavy sigh departed your lips as you shifted, leaning your head back against the wall. You closed your eyes, though it did little against the fluorescents in the hallway. A headache pulsed dully at your temples, your mouth dry and your limbs starting to ache after the long walk back to campus. Sitting here, abandoned and helpless was its own unique form of torture. You knew your out. The door beside yours stood there, the thin wood taunting you in its frame. The man behind it, Jake Kiszka, was your natural enemy. The complete and utter bane of your existence. It wasn’t only that he was a pest of a neighbor– fucking and shouting and playing music at all odd hours– he was also argumentative, arrogant, and an absolute fuckboy.

Even before you’d marched to his door and practically beat a hole in it, his reputation preceded him. The amount of girls in your lectures you heard whispering about him was unbelievable. He was the campus heartbreaker. True that he was fantastically attractive, and a talented musician. But from what you heard, and experienced… he was a complete asshole. You’d had your share of questionable interactions with him, and wanted absolutely nothing at all to do with Jake Kiszka.

The last hour sitting in the hallway gave you plenty of time to think over your situation. It was hard to believe that you weren’t getting your divine retribution. Your only escape from sitting in this misery for the next six hours was the guy you absolutely despised. As you sobered up, you understood clearly that you were being bullheaded. Bratty. Stubborn. Wouldn’t it be worse to have to grovel at Jake’s feet?

As you were weighing your options, the sound of footsteps jostled you from your thoughts. You peeled your eyes open, blinking at the brightness as they adjusted. Standing before you was exactly the person you didn’t want to see. Jake peered at you, lifting an eyebrow as he examined your disheveled frame crumpled on the floor.

“What are you doing?” he asked, sounding halfway concerned.

You laughed humorlessly, running a hand over your face. You refused to meet his eyes, instead focusing in on his booted feet. You were sure you were being punished now. This was no coincidence that you were literally at his feet, having to ask for help.

“I’m locked out,” you muttered, voice bitter. “Left my fucking phone and keys at some shitty bar. What are you doing?”

The challenge in your voice didn’t go unnoticed. The corner of his mouth quirked up, a flash of amusement flickering behind his dark eyes. He took a step back, leaning against the wall across from you. His arms flexed as he crossed them over his chest, muscles stretching beneath the skin. You tore your eyes away.

“It’s spring break,” he said, as if that explained it all.

“Hmmm,” you said, nodding. “Off fucking some sorority sister, then?”

Antagonizing him was the last thing you should be doing right now. You were actively aware of that, and didn’t care. A dark chuckle left his lips.

“What’s it to you?”

You shrugged. “Just glad it was in someone else’s room, this time,” you conceded. “Would’ve been a good night for me to get some sleep.”

He laughed again, shaking his head. Jake maintained his cool facade, seeming unbothered by your digs.

“Well,” he sighed, “not that it’s any of your business, but I took a day trip to see my family.”

You swallowed hard. You almost felt a little bad for assuming he was off ruining another girl’s life. You huffed, wringing your hands in your lap. His eyes bore into you, dark irises still flashing amusement as he stared at your pitiful form on the ground. He was pleased, as you knew he would be. He expected the universe to repay you this retribution, and here he was to witness it all.

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” You broke the silence, skin crawling with discomfort.

“Why do you hate me so much?” he wondered. A rage-inducing smirk spread over his lips. You gave him a dark look.

“You really don’t know?” A frown settled on your features. It wasn’t entirely the fact that he was the campus playboy, nor that he was obnoxiously loud with his nighttime escapades, but also that he had humiliated you in front of a dozen people. It was a touchy subject, and there were very few people you brought it up with. Of course, he didn’t remember it as vividly as you did. He was popular, well-liked, and not interested in the likes of you.

“No, Y/N, I don’t,” he said. He sounded truthful, and that made things worse.

You laughed, the hollow, bitter noise echoing through the empty hall. “You made a fucking joke out of me last year, Jake,” you said darkly. “Back at that stupid fucking frat party.”

“You do realize how many frat parties I’ve been to, right? You’re gonna have to be more specific…”

“That Lambda Omega Phi Halloween party,” you muttered, face flushing at the memory. “I don’t know why I even went in the first place. Somehow, Maddie convinced me, and look at me now…”

He frowned, looking seriously confused. “I still don’t follow,” he said.

You forced your gaze up to meet his eyes, shaking your head. You’d cried over the humiliation before, but now there were no more tears. Only anger. You knew he could be an asshole, but you had never expected him to do anything to you of all people. You always kept to yourself, minding your own business.

“It was late,” you began, “pretty much everyone had gone home. There were maybe ten or fifteen of us left. Someone suggested we spin the bottle. Make it a sort of spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven situation. I was uncomfortable to begin with… Imagine how I felt when you looked at me for a second, and laughed. You said, ‘We can’t invite this one to seven minutes in heaven. Little birdie told me she’s still a virgin.’ Everyone laughed.”

“Y/N–”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse, Jake,” you said, cheeks burning. “You asked me why I hate you, that’s why. And after you said that about me, in front of all of those people, I have to come home and be your neighbor. I wish you knew how that felt.”

He stared at the ground, shaking his head. When he looked back up, the amusement in his eyes was gone. His lips were set in a flat line, expression almost remorseful.

“I was drunk, Y/N, really,” he said, his voice soft. “That was wrong of me to say. Really, I feel like a piece of shit. I only remember bits and pieces.”

“That doesn’t make it any better.”

“I know… I can’t say anything to make things better. I will say that I’m sorry, and I mean that.”

“Okay,” you replied. You didn’t want to talk about it anymore. Talking about it made it more real in your memory. It made things come flashing back: the sound of the laughter around you, the teasing smile on Jake’s lips, your stomach dropping as you realized you were once again the butt of someone’s joke. Once you graduated high school, you thought you were completely done with bullies, but you’d learned the truth that night. You would never be able to escape being teased for your timidity.

“Really, Y/N–” he was almost pleading, his voice much lighter and softer. Strained, as if he were in pain.

“Enough,” you said, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“No,” he argued, “it’s not fair. That I treated you that way. Maybe I had a reason, though…”

You glanced up at him, your brows furrowed together. What reason could he possibly have for embarrassing you like that? You’d rushed out of the party, tears pouring down your cheeks, mortified. There was no reason to justify that.

“I hope it was a really fucking good reason, Jake,” you hissed.

He laughed sheepishly, brushing his hair back off of his face with one hand. “It wasn’t, still isn’t,” he sighed. He refused to meet your gaze, instead staring down the empty hall. “I just– I’d seen you around campus, sat a few rows behind you in Intro to Anthropology, hell, I’d heard you talking or laughing through the dorm wall, and I… I liked you, Y/N. A lot…”

Your eyes widened as he spoke, confusion jumbling your thoughts. Embarrassment bloomed further throughout your body. You practically gaped as he continued, pouring his heart out to you.

“You’re so clever, and you always shared interesting opinions and offered perspectives I hadn’t considered in class… I saw you at that party, and you looked beautiful– hell, beautiful doesn’t even describe you. You were like… some kind of art, just walking around casually. I saw other guys looking at you, noticed them getting excited… What was I supposed to do? I didn’t want any of them to have their chance with you in spin the bottle…”

“You could have just told me,” you said, breathless.

“I realize that, now,” he continued, “but I was drunk. I was jealous. So I did something stupid, and believe me when I tell you I regret it. So much.”

“Even after I tried to break your door down?” you laughed, unable to process the information he was telling you. He liked you? It was surprising enough that he didn’t hate your guts back, but to actually like you? Romantically? He was dropping bombs on you tonight.

He grinned, “Even more,” he admitted. “All those girls I brought home… None of them were anything compared to you… I’m not proud to say that I pictured you more often than not… writhing underneath me, your perfect little blushing face.” He flushed at the very thought, pressing his lips together.

Your heart threatened to burst from your ribcage, beating rapidly. No one ever spoke to you this way. Embarrassment warmed your cheeks, the tops of your ears, and you tried to hide the satisfied little smile on your lips. The situation unfolding around you was surreal. None of your friends were going to believe this when you recounted it to them in the morning.

You didn’t know what to say, so your mind settled on one burning question.

“You really think I’m a virgin?”

He blinked at you, taken aback. For a few beats, the two of you were silent. Then, he finally stuttered out a reply, “W–well, maybe. I don’t know. I just said it to keep those guys away from you.”

A real laugh broke the quiet in the hall this time, and you smiled. The reality had yet to fully wash over you; Jake Kiszka liked you? Of all people. That was something… You shook your head, taking a deep breath.

“Well, I guess I won’t spoil the surprise,” you said, voice teasing as you shrugged. “Too bad I’m stuck out in this hallway,” you continued, “I’m sure you really would like to get to know me…”

Your eyes flicked up to him, a tiny smirk playing on your lips. He rolled his eyes, scoffing as he stepped past you to unlock the door to his dorm room.

“If you wanted to come in, all you had to do was ask,” he said, trying halfheartedly to sound annoyed at you. A satisfied chuckle left your lips, and you stepped inside at his gesture.

“Why would I do that?”

“What? Ask for what you want?”

You nodded.

He smiled innocently. “That’s what good girls do, Y/N.”

You were relieved that your back was facing him. The flustered look on your face would have thrown your game completely off had he seen it.

“Good girls, hm?” you mused, peeling off your damp jacket and tossing it on his desk chair. He flicked on the lamp in the corner of the room, illuminating you in a faint amber glow. His eyes sparkled in the light, watching your movements.

He said nothing, observing you. You glanced around the room, admiring the messiness of the room. There were clothes scattered around, books laid haphazardly on the floor, posters pasted crooked on the wall. Your roommate would never allow your room to look like this. Something about the clutter made it cozier; it just made sense that his room would look this way.

“So this is where you bring all those good girls, huh?” You looked at him expectantly.

He lifted a hand up, scratching at the nape of his neck. He shifted beneath your inquiring gaze, then took a step forward to drop his keys on the desk behind you. You stared up at him, though the glint of his belt buckle at eye-level was rather enticing, you wouldn’t give in so easily.

“You know,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. His fingers traced the line of your jaw, slowly coming to lift your chin. “You look really fucking good from this angle.”

Your tongue darted out to moisten your lips. You tilted your head to the side innocently, fluttering your lashes at him. “You think so?” One of your hands trailed up the inside of his leg, tracing over the denim of his jeans lightly. He shivered slightly beneath your touch, his gaze latched onto yours with an intensity you’d never seen from him before.

“Mmm,” he grunted his approval, then breathed out a few more words, “but I could think of a thing or two that’d make this angle even better…”

“And what would that be?” you teased, fingers inching closer to the bulge straining against his pants. He groaned as you traced the outline with a single finger, barely ghosting over it.

He chuckled, shaking his head at your antics. “God, you’re a fucking tease.”

“Would you rather a tease or a virgin?” you wondered aloud, still fucking with him. Your hand finally palmed his bulge completely, eliciting a lewd sound from deep within his throat. Your eyes widened, saliva pooling in your mouth at the thought of making him whimper and writhe at the faintest touches.

“Fuck,” he grunted as you fiddled with his belt buckle. “What kind of question is that?”

You breathed an amused breath through your nose, shrugging, “Just a question.” A devilish smile danced on your lips. You peeled down the waistband of his jeans and boxers, eyes still on his even as his cock sprang free. His breathing deepened as you wrapped a fist around the base, stroking it with a light touch.

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”

“Probably not,” you replied. “You might be able to make it up to me, though…”

Without waiting for his reply, you took the head of his cock between your lips. You let your jaw go lax, your tongue doing all of the work as you took him deeper into your mouth. His fingers pressed into the skin of your neck as he guided your chin over his cock. Jake’s mouth hung agape, eyes almost blank as he watched you suck him off.

A shaky breath stole from his mouth, “Ah, god, you’re fucking good at that…” His irises darkened considerably, going from deep amber to nearly black as lust shrouded his gaze. His lips glistened with spit, mouth open as he tried to steady his breathing. A few grunts and choked moans broke the quiet in the room, accompanied by the slick sounds of your mouth on him.

You pushed yourself further down to the base of his cock, your nose nearly brushing his pubic hair as you took him into your throat. He pulsated inside of your mouth, something like a whine tearing from his throat as you gazed up at him through wet lashes. His other hand tangled into your hair, both of them now guiding you as he gently rocked his hips into your mouth. You bobbed your head in time with his rhythm, relishing in the musical sounds of pleasure coming out of him. As the tip of his cock brushed the back of your throat, you tightened the muscles around him. He growled, the sound sending shivers straight to your center.

You took him deeper, your throat squeezing around the head. He sucked in a sharp breath, and you hummed around him. Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, saliva dripped over your chin, but you didn’t care. The look on his face was intoxicating; his eyes clamped shut, mouth hanging open in an expression that almost made him look pained.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna–”

You pushed even further, gagging around him as your nose finally brushed his skin. He gasped, the hand in your hair tightening as he pulled you away unexpectedly. A string of saliva followed your mouth before dripping down your neck. Your chest heaved as you panted, the air cooling the mess on your chin as you stared up at him.

“Made a mess of that pretty little face,” Jake whispered, thumb dragging through the slick on your mouth before dipping in between your lips. You swirled your tongue around the digit, bleary-eyed and lightheaded. His cock jumped in your hand, a sigh escaping his lips at the feeling of you slowly pumping him.

“Mmmm,” you hummed around his finger, bobbing as if you were still sucking him off. He watched you for a moment, transfixed by the filthy sight of you below him. Mascara smeared beneath your eyes, spit glistening on your swollen lips, your cheeks flushed.

“Pretty girl,” he mumbled, “wanna see how pretty you look riding me… C’mon…”

You stood, legs shaky already. He lifted your shirt over your head without hesitation, fingers expertly unhooking the back of your bra. You shivered, exposed to the cool air and his salacious gaze. His eyes drank in your figure for a second. They dragged over your messy face, down your clavicle, and to your exposed chest. He wasted no time in leading you to his bed, your back pressing into the sheets. His lips enclosed around one nipple, fingers tweaking the other as you arched up into his touch, sighing.

His thigh notched itself between your legs, the denim rubbing deliciously against your needy core through the thin layer of your shorts. You rocked against him, desperate for any contact. He smirked against your chest at this, breaking contact for a second. “Needy angel, aren’t we?”

“Please–” you breathed. You bit down on your bottom lip, watching the way he sucked and nipped at the skin of your chest, leaving dark marks on the skin. The throbbing in your center was becoming unbearable, the friction from his leg not enough to satisfy the desperation spreading through your veins. You needed him, now.

“Please what, angel?” He looked up at you, deep brown eyes through a shade of lashes, and your heart fluttered. You had to close your eyes, holding back the moan that threatened to spill from you just at the sight of him. His lips were a swollen, sanguine shade of red from the friction, shining with saliva. His eyes shone dark brown, honeyed like molasses. Damp pooled between your thighs, gluing the fabric of your panties to your soaked core.

You swallowed hard, and managed to gather your bearings. “Please, I need to feel you…”

A genuine smile found its way to his face at this, the cocky look playing in his eyes making you want him even more. If you were in your right mind, you would have scolded yourself for letting him charm you. But it was so easy to fall for Jake Kiszka, especially when he was perched between your legs, looking so eager to please.

“Okay,” he muttered. He leaned over you, lips finding yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, his breath sweet and addicting as your lips moved together. “Feel me, then, angel. Take what you need…” His breath fanned against your lips, and the two of you switched places. You took a second to peel off your shorts and panties as he quickly undressed.

He watched through hooded eyes as you straddled him. Your thighs were sticky with your arousal already, glistening tantalizingly over your skin. He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth as you pivoted your hips over him, slicking his cock in your juices.

“Don’t be too long,” he whispered. The look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine; it was as if he were watching his very life-force, the need in his eyes burned hot behind those irises.

A deep breath fanned out of your nose as you finally sank down onto him. You threw your head back, a piercing moan came from you as he filled you to the brim. Tears pricked your eyes at the stretch.

“Jake,” was all you could manage as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you.

“Take it, angel,” he said, voice deep and saccharine, “Go on, take what you need.”

You balanced one hand on his thigh as you began to grind against him. Your other hand gathered your hair into one hand, cooling the burning around your neck and chest. He dragged against your walls, the feeling sending sparks all through your body. You squeezed your eyes shut as your clit bumped against his pubic bone. Jolts of pleasure shot through you.

He breathed hard, one hand splayed over your thigh while the other rested behind his head. Low pants and moans spilled from his lips. That attentive gaze drank you in, every little detail carved out of soft flesh and muscle. You saw the way he admired you, and wondered how you didn’t notice it before.

Shifting positions, you lifted yourself up to bounce on him, and he breathed a small whimper. You smiled, leaning over him as you began to lower yourself once again. You maintained a steady pace, fingers hooking through the necklace hanging around his neck to pull his lips up to yours. You panted, sharing breaths for a second before you connected your lips. Bracing yourself against his chest, you increased your pace until you were making your own head spin. He was hitting all of the right spots, stars blooming in your vision as you hastily approached orgasm.

The muscles of his abdomen trembled beneath you, and he groaned as you pulled away from the kiss to breath. “God, fuck, Y/N.”

You smiled, chest heaving with every breath. “I’m almost there,” you whispered, using every bit of self-control not to cry out his name over and over again.

“Shit,” he hissed, as you swirled your hips at a different angle. “I am, too. Let go, for me, yeah?”

You nodded your agreement, fingers pressing into his chest as you lifted up. The room filled with breathless moans and the sound of skin slapping together. You brought your other hand down to your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves as you hurdled towards your orgasm. Your mouth fell agape, pornographic noises ripping through the room around you. Your thighs shook and ached as you rode him through your release, milking every ounce of pleasure out of the man beneath you. He cried out your name in his velvety tone, his body tensing as he reached his own orgasm.

His fingers dug into your thighs as he held you in place, eyes locked onto yours as his release coated your insides.

“Don’t stop,” he muttered, hips jerking into yours as you continued your pace. The muscles in your legs tightened, though the pleasure pulsing through your body shadowed the pain.

“Jake, I can’t—” you mewled, body weakened from your orgasm.

“You can, angel, I know you can…” he whispered, leaning up to grasp your face in one hand. “Keep going…”

“It’s too much–”

“One more, Y/N. Just give me one more.” He pressed his lips against your throat, biting softly against the skin. His fingers dipped between your bodies, rubbing your clit fervently. Your entire body seized, hands holding onto him for dear life. “Come on, baby…”

You cried out his name, moisture pricking your eyes as you rocked against his hand. He was softening inside of you, your walls clenching around him as he coaxed you through your second orgasm. Burying your face into his neck, you whined at the feeling.

“Almost there, baby, I know you can do it,” he cooed, lips ghosting over your jaw, up your hairline, onto your forehead. “Oh, you’re so good for me…”

He made a pleased noise as your release washed over you again, black spots clouding your vision. The sounds coming from you were animalistic, and unrelenting as you sobbed against him. He pressed gentle kisses against your temple and forehead, easing you through the overwhelming pleasure. Your body finally stilled, body going lax against him as you struggled to catch your breath.

“I knew you would be a good girl for me,” he said. He brushed the hair off of your face and neck, gently separating the two of you and laying you down on the bed. You sprawled over the sheets, the air cooling the mess between your legs as you lay there trying to slow your heart rate.

“That was…”

“Mind blowing,” Jake finished for you, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips before pulling away and standing up. He pulled his jeans back on, rummaging around in the room as you laid an arm over your eyes. You let your body relax, muscles aching from the effort of riding him.

After a second, you hissed at a cold feeling between your legs. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, watching as Jake wiped the mess from between your legs.

“Sorry,” he muttered, “didn’t wanna run down to the bathroom…”

“It’s okay,” you relaxed back into the bed again. It was a tad amusing that he kept a pack of wet wipes in his room, but you said nothing. You were too exhausted.

He tossed the soiled wipe into the trash bin by the desk, then flicked the light off. He passed you a t-shirt that smelled like him, and you pulled it over your head. His bed was more comfortable than your own at this point, your mind drifting away already after only a few seconds.

“You all right?” he asked, concern coloring his voice as he settled into bed beside you. You threw one arm over his abdomen, slipping closer to him in the darkness.

“Mhmm,” you replied.

“All right sleepyhead,” he mumbled. He pressed his lips against your temple softly. “I’ll take you to get your shit from the bar tomorrow.”

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celestiababie · 1 year

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Stay At Home Husband! Mingyu Part 3...

Pairings: Stay at home husband! Mingyu x fem! reader

Genre: Smut with plot, fluff, hint of angst (nothing too bad I promise)

Warnings: Cursing, talks of traditional gender roles :/, getting cockblocked multiple times (once by your daughter), fingering (m), pegging, cum eating, use of the word slut once, reader can't cook in this. Let me know if I need to add anything else

Word Count: 7.255k (this is the longest thing I've posted oof—)

Summary: You try and find ways to give back to your loving husband...with a few trial and error.

A/N: Here's part 3 of this wonderful saga. I had so much fun writing this and I'm actually proud of it which is a weird feeling. I hope it doesn't disappoint those who wanted a third part! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Credit to the anon who gave me an idea for part of this fic!

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Y/DN = Your daughter's name...I didn't want to just make up a name everyone hated pfft

Ever since your previous rendezvous a few days ago with your husband, he noticed something different about you—or rather: how you were treating him.

You've always been a fantastic wife. He couldn't ask for a better woman to marry, but there were very distinct roles in the relationship that kept him comfortable and at peace. He found purpose in cooking breakfast every morning for you and your beautiful daughter, which is why it surprised him to wake up one morning with a noticeable absence on your side of the bed. The smell of pancakes and bacon confused his brain, making him question if he was dreaming.

But all his dreams included you, so that couldn't have been it.

He made his way to the kitchen, still groggy from waking up. He rubbed his eyes as his eyes suddenly came into focus on your figure, scrambling around the kitchen with a look of frustration on your face.

This wasn't right—cooking breakfast was his job.

Your head raises upon hearing the clearing of his throat, too focused on your terribly made pancakes to notice your half-naked husband standing by the archway. You bite your lip in embarrassment as your husband comes around the kitchen island to examine your creation.

"What are you doing?"

His question causes a pout on your face, his eyes flickering down to your lips, holding back from kissing you since he hadn't brushed his teeth yet.

"Well, since it's my day off...I thought I could make breakfast for you and Y/DN, but they stuck to the pan, and I tried to scrape it off...but! At least we have scrambled pancakes now!" You hope your smile distracts him from the abomination you plated, but to your disappointment, it hadn't.

A noticeable frown forms on Mingyu's face, his eyes drifting off with an unreadable expression.

Oh God, he's gonna divorce me over pancakes.

You curse at yourself as you let your head fall into your hands.

"I'm a terrible wife— I can't even cook one good thing for my husband." You huff into your hands, and another wave of embarrassment runs through your body.

Mingyu's attention quickly turns to you again, letting your words sink in. That wasn't remotely why he felt a little bit upset.

Mingyu loved cooking for you and Y/DN. He was perfectly content with the dynamic you two had. You went to work while he stayed home, taking care of the house and Y/DN. That's how it's always been. But ever since that night in the living room, Mingyu noticed you doing more things around the house. Things that were his job. He couldn't help but feel a little sad and empty, feeling like he was no longer pulling his weight in the relationship.

"You don't need to cook, Y/N. I cook for you, I've always cooked for you, and I love cooking for you," he firmly states with a soft voice, his hands moving to rub up and down your shoulders.

"I know, but I just want to do something nice for once. You always do so much for me, and I never get to do something back."

Your head rose from your hands. A pout still lingers on your lips.

"Is that why you've been doing the dishes lately? And taking out the trash? And cleaning? And doing the laundry?" He asked with a loving gaze, his hands reaching up to cup your face in his warm palms.

You slowly nod as you avoid his eyes, his stare making you feel shy even after years of marriage.

Mingyu briefly smiles at you before dipping his head to press his lips against your forehead. Mingyu lifts you onto the counter, standing between your legs, and he interlocks your hands with his.

" Although I appreciate you wanting to do things for me. I really appreciate the thought. You don't have to take care of the house to take care of me and show me how much you appreciate everything I do. Maybe for other people, those things would feel like tedious chores, but for me, it's nice? I like taking care of the house. And I like making sure you and Y/DN are comfortable. Please don't take that away from me, okay?"

"I'm sorry...I just wanted to be a good wife," you whisper. Before your head can fall to look at your lap, one of Mingyu's hands tilt your chin upwards, forcing you to look at him in his soft coffee-colored eyes.

"You don't have to do all those things to be a good wife or mom. You do plenty to provide for Y/DN and I. Do you think I'm a bad husband for staying home?"

Your eyes widen from his question, emotions flaring up despite knowing he didn't actually think you thought he was a shitty husband.

"Of course not! You're the best husband in the world." You softly hit his chest, feigning offense that he would even ask such a thing.

A proud smile creeps on Mingyu's face, his teeth pressing down in his bottom teeth in an attempt to hide his inflated ego.

"Good. Now let me remake breakfast before our little angel wakes up. And if you really wanna give back so bad, I'm sure we can find other ways that don't include you stealing my precious job," he chuckles out as he turns away from you, setting your abomination aside as he begins to make breakfast as usual.

You playfully glare at the back of his head before a smirk replaces your previous pout. As your eyes scan Mingyu's half-naked figure, they soon place their attention on Mingyu's ass in his boxers, reminding you of your husband's question from a few nights ago.

Admittedly, you had no clue what pegging was when he asked, causing your husband to say a simple 'oh—never mind then.' before dozing off to sleep. But you didn't forget and did some research to know exactly what your husband was into.

And, fuck—was the idea hot.

You slide off the counter and wrap your arms around Mingyu's waist as he cooks, your head resting against his toned back. You slide your hands down his waist, causing Mingyu to tense against you as he feels your hands suddenly cop a feel of his ass.

"Something like fucking you after all these years of fucking me so well? Would that be a good way of giving back, baby?"

Mingyu's breath hitches, a blush forming on his cheeks as he listens to you. He turns his head ever so slightly, giving you a surprised look.

"You said you didn't know what it was—"

Biting your lip, you squeeze his ass before pulling away completely, making your way out of the kitchen, but not before saying, "I didn't, but I do now. Finish up breakfast. I'll wake up Y/D."

You flash him a wink as you sway your hips more than usual, leaving him as flustered as he usually made you.

The next couple of your days were spent with your eyes practically glued to your phone, researching all the best ways to peg your husband. You were woman enough to admit that you lacked expertise in this field, and the last thing you wanted was for Mingyu to have a bad experience because you didn't know what the fuck you were doing.

After spending a generous amount of time searching the Internet for information and ordering a few toys, you felt confident enough to finally put your newfound knowledge into full use, ready to give your husband the most mind-blowing orgasm he's ever had.

Operation: peg your husband was in full effect and running smoothly...

Mingyu's face lit up with pure excitement when you whispered into his ear at dinner all of the dirty things you wanted to do to him while your daughter struggled to use her spoon.

You ignore Mingyu's stare at the side of your face as you reach over to help your daughter eat her food, her adorable smile of gratitude taking your mind off of Mingyu, who was still staring at you with an expression that could only be described as pure desire.

Once your daughter finally got the hang of using her spoon, you lean back into your seat, turning to look at your husband, who hasn't touched his plate since.

"What's wrong? Does Daddy need Mommy's help too?" You smirk as your husband's eyes darken, his pupils blown out as he clenches his fist underneath the table.

The sound of Y/DN's laughter brings the both of you back to reality, reminding you that you shouldn't, in fact, be undressing each other with your eyes right in front of your unknowing daughter.

"Daddy, look! I can eat better than you," your daughter giggles out, reminiscent of Mingyu's laugh, as she raises a spoonful of food to her mouth to prove her point.

Operation: peg your husband was still running according to plan.

After Mingyu cleaned up all the dishes, you read your daughter to sleep alone this time, your husband too busy taking a longer-than-usual shower to get himself all prepped for you. You silently praise your daughter for being a fast sleeper, just like her father.

With your daughter peacefully tucked into bed, the stuffed bear in her arm keeping her company, and the night light shining bright to keep monsters away, you quietly sneak out of her room to make your way toward the master bedroom.

The sound of the shower running is the first thing you're greeted with as you open the door. Wanting to give Mingyu an additional surprise, you quickly change into his favorite pair of red lingerie that fit your body like a glove, hugging all the parts that made Mingyu drool.

You saunter towards one of the bedside tables, grabbing everything you planned on using for the night.

Upon hearing the shower suddenly stop, you scrambled onto the bed, adjusting your bra one last time as you waited for Mingyu to exit the bathroom.

He nearly jumps out of his skin as he spots your body on the bed, clutching his poor heart.

"Fuck sake— I didn't even hear you come in..." He decreases in volume with each word that leaves his lips, his brain trying to take in how fucking sexy you looked.

Red always was his favorite color.

You bite your lip as your eyes trail down his bare chest, all the way down to his v-line, the towel loosely wrapped around his hips leaving very little to the imagination. You'd always love your husband no matter what he looked like. But, you did appreciate how easy on the eyes he was. Long gone was the rowdy yet kind, naive boy you met in your second year of college. Mingyu was now a well-rounded adult who seemed to grow into his looks year after year, aging like the most decadent fine wine.

With a single finger, you beckon Mingyu to you, his towel dropping as he moves to climb on top of you. His lips instantly found yours, pressing them against yours in sync that was perfected over the years. A soft moan gets muffled as Mingyu's hardening cock presses against your stomach. As his lips left open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck, and over your collarbones, his hips grind his thick cock against you.

His desire for you was evident, but you couldn't allow yourself to get distracted away from what you wanted to do for Mingyu. As much as you loved how his hips and mouth movement felt so natural, it was time to try something new.

" Baby, this isn't a part of my plan. I'm the one on top tonight," you coo out, hands pushing your husband off of you and onto his back with little resistance. Mingyu was a big guy, much stronger than you, which is why the lack of pushback confused you. But with a single look at the desperate look on Mingyu's face, his lustful eyes staring deep into yours, you could tell Mingyu was too horny to have any control over his own body.

"You still want this, pretty boy?" You drag your nails down Mingyu's chest, causing his whole body to shudder at the feeling. He licked over his lip, nodding his head a few times without a hint of hesitation. He wanted it so bad. He's secretly fantasized about playing with his ass but was always too focused on your needs to bring it up and too nervous to try it on himself. But tonight, Mingyu had complete trust in you.

"Please, fuck me," he lets out with a heavy breath, his hips squirming against the bed as his anticipation starts to get the best of him.

A single chuckle from your lips causes his cock to twitch, something about the sound turning on even more. You found it somewhat amusing that Mingyu, your strong 6' foot 2" husband, was begging you to fuck his tight little ass.

"Come on, baby, you know I can't fuck you just yet...I gotta make sure you're all stretched out for me so you can take it like a good boy," you tease as your hand trails lower and lower, nails grazing down his shaft before rubbing underneath his balls. Instantly, your actions elicit a positive response, Mingyu's hips bucking against you as his head sinks into the pillows beneath him.

"Such a pretty boy— Spread your legs for me?" Your soft tone eases any nerves that start to build in the pit of Mingyu's stomach, his legs spreading slightly. You shake your head and guide him to spread his legs a bit more, pushing them until his feet are planted firmly on the bed.

"Just relax for me, Mingyu. I promise I'll take good care of you," you whisper as you lean forward to kiss up his stomach and chest, the man underneath you sighing in pleasure.

Reaching to the side, you grab the bottle of lube you grabbed earlier from the bedside table. You lean back as you playfully wave the bottle in front of Mingyu, a soft chuckle rumbling out of him.

"Let's go over a few things, okay?"

Mingyu nods, mumbling an 'okay' as he waits for you to continue.

"Tell me if you ever need to stop or take a break for whatever reason, tell me immediately. I want you to have a good time, and if you're not, I don't want you to force yourself to continue. I need you to tell me how you feel when I ask. And if you need me to change how I'm doing it, I'll go as slow, fast, hard, and deep as you want me to, but I can't read your mind, so you need to speak up. Got it?"

Mingyu canines sink into his plush bottom lip, biting back a smile from the authority in your voice.

"Understood, baby. And if you're uncomfortable with anything, you better tell me too. I know you're doing this for me, but I don't want you to feel weirded out by anything. We'll stop if either one of us isn't feeling it."

Mingyu briefly sits up to press a long kiss to your lips, not just out of lust but out of love. He lays back down, nuzzling his head deeper into the pillows as he watches you closely for your following movements.

With a deep breath, you pop off the cap of the bottle of lube, squeezing out a more than generous amount onto your finger. It was better to be safe than sorry. You rub the glob of lube between your thumb and two fingers, warming it up so it wouldn't startle Mingyu as your press your fingers against his tight hole, rubbing over it in slow circles.

Your eyes flicker to your husband's face, catching the way his eyes flutter close, his entire body sinking further into the bed. He had no idea how good he looked right now.

Your other hand rubs over one of his toned thighs before a question leaves your lips.

"Feels good?"

You knew it did, you could tell by the look on his face and the way his cock seemed to twitch with every rub of your fingers, but you wanted to hear the words come out of his mouth.

"Mhm— so good, baby. Can't wait for you to fuck me," he sighed, his hips starting to move against his finger, showing you how badly he wanted it.

"Yeah? You think you're ready for a finger?"

You let out a laugh as your husband nods his head against the pillows, the furrow of his brows showing that he was starting to get impatient.

You allow your eyes to focus on where your fingers meet his ass, your mind running through all the information you read online before mustering up the courage to press a single finger against the puckered hole, the lube aiding you as you the tip of your finger sinks into him slowly. Mingyu shifts a bit at the new and slightly uncomfortable feeling of your finger inserting into him. It didn't feel terrible, and he didn't want to stop yet, but it was definitely weird.

The face of discomfort on Mingyu causes you to stop your finger from going any deeper, a look of concern now written on your face.

"Need me to stop?"

Mingyu quickly shakes his head, smiling at how attentive you're being.

"No, I'm good. I promise. It's just weird. I'm fine. You can continue, baby."

You allow yourself to trust his words, your finger sliding into him almost all the way before halting again. Mingyu lets out a deep exhale as he tries to adjust to the feeling. After the initial wave of discomfort, Mingyu had to be honest with himself...it didn't really feel like much. He could tell your finger was inside of him, but there was no pleasure.

"Still good, Mingyu?"

Okay, you've got this. Just 2 inches deep, down to the first knuckle. Now all you gotta do is curl your finger up a bit.

"Yeah, I'm good. It does really feel like anything, to be honest with— holy shit, fuck, oh my god."

Mingyu's words abruptly cut off with a string of profanities, his back arching off the bed as you curl your finger just as you read online, nudging against his prostate. It was unlike anything he's ever felt before, his body losing control over itself as a sudden shock of pleasure moved throughout his entire body.

"Shit—are you okay? Should I stop?" You ask in a panic, not realizing your husband's strong reaction wasn't out of pain; it was out of pure pleasure.

Mingyu lets out a whimper as his eyes open to look at you, shaking his head as his hands move to grip the bed sheets.

"No, don't stop. Fuck—it felt so good, baby. Please, please, please do it again. Keep going, please," he begs, desperate for more.

You feel a heat run through your body when you realize how much Mingyu had enjoyed what you did, arousal soaking into your panties. You rub over his stomach as you curl your finger upwards again, causing another strong reaction from Mingyu.

Biting your lip, you began to move your finger in a come hither motion. Mingyu's mouth drops as whines and whimpers leave his lips before he can stop them. His eyes roll to the back of his head as his knuckles turn white from how hard he gripped the sheets. Precum leaks out of his cock, enough for Mingyu to nearly convince himself that he was cumming already.

"Look at you, baby, taking my finger so fucking well. You're so tight, Mingyu. How am I ever gonna fit another finger, let alone a cock, inside you?" You tease, watching your husband fall apart underneath you all from a single finger inside of him.

Mingyu pants, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tries to register what you're saying, too fucked out already to focus on anything other than what he felt.

" Finger—a-another one, p-please," Mingyu practically sobs out. It was safe to say this was the best thing Mingyu had ever experienced. Mingyu absolutely loved fucking you and the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock, but this was different. A different kind of pleasure. Something so intense it was almost unbearable.

You dip a second finger into Mingyu's hole as he wishes, stretching him out further than before. You continue your curling motions, the feeling somehow more intense than before. Mingyu's moans grew in volume, a familiar but different feeling forming in his stomach, getting stronger with each push of your fingers.

Mingyu felt lightheaded in the best way possible, his brain turning into mush as he allowed himself to fully immerse himself in the incredible feeling.

"M' gonna c-cum—fuck, s' close," he slurs, his eyes rolling again as he feels his biggest orgasm yet getting ready to burst out of him.

" Yeah, baby? I haven't even touched your cock yet." You were amazed at how much pleasure Mingyu was getting out of this and a bit proud of yourself for being the one giving it to him.

All he needed was a few more good pumps of your fingers.

A little bit more.

Just a bit more.

Knock knock knock—

"Mommy? Daddy?"

The sudden sound of a soft knocking and your daughter's soft voice behind the door takes you out of the moment. You curse under your breath as you pull your fingers out of Mingyu, a whimper leaving his lips from the sudden emptiness, the feeling of release getting ripped away from him. You felt bad, you really did, but you couldn't exactly ignore your daughter, who sounded upset from behind the door.

"I'm so sorry, Mingyu. Let me just check what she needs—"

"I-It's okay, just check on her," he pants out, slowly coming down from the feeling of his almost orgasm. Yes, he was frustrated from the sudden stop, but the guilt of feeling frustrated towards his daughter was instant karma, the feeling turning him off completely.

You quickly wash your hands in the bathroom, grabbing a robe to cover your lingerie-clad body. Mingyu covers his body with a blanket as you open the door, bending down to hug your sniffling daughter.

"What's wrong, princess?"

"H-had a n-nightmare," she hiccups, hugging your body as tight as her little arms would allow her. You turn your head to flash an apologetic smile at your husband as your daughter cries in your arms.

Operation: Peg your husband did not go as smoothly as you had hoped.

It was beginning to seem as if the world, some unknown force, had a vendetta against you fucking your husband in the ass. Nothing seemed to be going your way.

For starters, your work was very demanding, with additional hours to your schedule, which left you mentally and physically exhausted by the time you got home. The pay was generous, but it wasn't worth the time it stripped away from you. The time you could be spending with Y/DN and Mingyu. The time you could be spending fucking the brains out of Mingyu.

Then, you got sick. Maybe it was the exhaustion your body was being put through. Or maybe, it was just because cold and flu season was rolling around. Either way, you got fucking sick, which meant staying in bed all day, using up your precious sick days.

Then, just as you recovered, for the most part, Y/DN got sick as well, leaving you and Mingyu to take care of your little princess until she felt all better.

It was safe to say that Operation: peg your husband was put on the back burner.

Mingyu hadn't complained once. Not when he worked extra hard to prep your meals for your long days at work. Not when he'd run you a bath and give you a nice shoulder rub before you passed out. Not when he took care of you when you were sick. Not when he took care of your daughter.

It frustrated you that you couldn't take care of your husband. Either he ignored his wants, or there simply was no time to tend to them. But, you weren't gonna let this stop you. If anything, the past few weeks were only fueling your determination, ready to pounce on your husband at any given moment.

However, you were more sophisticated than that (not really) and devised a new plan to get into Mingyu's pants.

A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you feel Mingyu's loving hands rub your sore shoulders as he sits behind the bubble bath he prepared for you. Although Mingyu hated seeing how exhausted you've been, getting extra worried, especially after you were sick, he did enjoy the night routine you two had nowadays. You didn't eat dinner with Y/DN and him, but he did spend time with you, helping you unwind.

You raise a hand out of the bath to cover one of Mingyu's before interlocking your fingers, bringing his hand up to your mouth to press a few kisses to his skin.

"That tickles, Y/N," he giggles, trying to pull his hand out of your grasp, but you didn't let your husband escape. Not when you had to let him know what you planned out.

"I have the weekend off...so we get to spend time together tomorrow."

Mingyu smirks at the suggestive tone in your voice, leaning forward to rest his chin on the bathtub.

"Yeah? And Sunday?"

"Mhm, and Sunday. And I know how much your parents have been dying to see Y/DN recently, so I may have told them that she could stay at their place for the weekend. They seemed happy about it."

Mingyu's smirk only grew wider as you spoke. He lifts his head and slowly drags his hands along your shoulders and down to your breasts, submerged in the water.

"We get the whole place to ourselves?" You can hear the excitement dripping from his voice, biting your lips as he squeezes your tits.

"That's right, baby. We have unfinished business to tend to. I still haven't fucked your pretty ass yet. They'll be here to pick her up around 1 pm"

Mingyu lets out a sigh as his mind drifts off to the night you fingered him. Although he didn't cum, the feeling of your fingers was incredible, and it only made Mingyu want more.

It was safe to say that your little operation was back. This time, you were gonna make sure your husband came.

You smile brightly as your daughter waves goodbye to you and Mingyu.

"We love you! Be good to Grandma and Grandpa, okay?" Your husband calls out to her as she gets further away, her hand tightly grasping your mother-in-law's hand.

Y/DN turns her head to nod at Mingyu, letting go of her grandmother's hand to hold her arms over her head in a heart shape before she's placed in the car and off for the rest of the weekend.

Once the car is out of sight, you turn your heels to face Mingyu with a devious smirk.

"Bedroom?"

"Bedroom."

Mingyu scoops you up in his arms as he eagerly brings you into the house, kicking the front door behind him closed. He carries you up the stairs, nearly tripping as you kiss along the side of his neck, your hands roaming across his torso and tugging at the shirt he wore. Luckily, the two of you make it to the bedroom in one piece, your husband's clumsiness not interrupting what you both were craving.

Mingyu was buzzed with excitement since this morning, touchier than usual as he waited to have you all for himself. He planned ahead, taking time to prep himself when he took a shower this morning, so there was no time wasted today. There was nothing more that Mingyu wanted other than a glimpse of the feeling he had last time.

You two touch and grope at each other feverishly, and you strip each other of all of your clothes. You momentarily gawk at your husband's naked body. Sure, you saw him undress all the time, but you were too busy to appreciate your husband's body. You wanted him to know how sexy he truly was.

Mingyu let out a moan as you kiss his chest, bending down slightly to lick up his abs, his knees almost buckling at the feeling.

"Lay down for me, Mingyu," you breathe out, your voice low and seductive, so sexy that any man would listen to you. And he does.

Mingyu lays on the bed like last time, but this time having his feet planted on the bed without your guidance.

You feel a tingle shoot to your core as you hungrily gaze at your husband in full display before you. You crawl between his legs, grabbing a fistful of his hair as you hold yourself up with the other.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted this, my pretty boy. How many times I've thought about bending you over the counter whenever you made breakfast and making your pretty ass mine," you breathe out before dipping your head to kiss along his neck and collarbones, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

Mingyu's cock twitches beneath you as he moans from the feeling of your lips marking his skin.

"My ass is already yours— always has been, baby," he laughs. His hands grip your waist as you continue to kiss his skin, making your way up to his ear to give it soft nibbles.

"Yeah? All mine, baby? You're gonna let me stretch you out like last time?" You whisper in his ear, your voice making his cock twitch again.

Mingyu nods, his hips bucking upwards to rub his cock against you.

"So hard, and I've barely done anything yet. I don't think you're gonna last very long, Gyu," you tease as you lean back, taking Mingyu's cock in your hand to toy with his tip, a single bead of precum leaking out of him.

"I-I've been saving myself for you. I haven't even touched myself since," Mingyu admits as he squirms from the attention to his sensitive tip. You raise an eyebrow at your husband, shocked at the fact that he hasn't had an orgasm in so long.

"Poor baby probably has so much backed-up cum. I bet you're gonna make a fucking mess tonight. Gonna cover yourself in all your cum when I fuck your ass," you pout at him, feigning sympathy, which only makes another bead of precum drip out of him.

You let go of Mingyu's aching cock to reach into the bedside table, pulling out the same bottle of lube as last time. You follow the same steps as last time, rubbing the lube between your fingers and rubbing it along his hole in slow circles.

The speed of your actions was agonizing for Mingyu, his head throwing back as he groaned in frustration.

"Fuck—just put it in already, please."

You giggle at your husband's lack of patience but decide to give him what he wants, sliding two fingers in, causing him to sigh in relief.

"I finger you once, and all of a sudden, you're acting like a slut who can handle more. Don't get too ahead of yourself, Mingyu."

Before Mingyu can respond, a loud moan rumbles out of him, his head pushing against the pillows as his back arches off the bed when you curl your fingers just like last time, hitting his prostate with damn near perfect precision.

"Shit— so fucking good," he moans out, his eyes shut as your fingers prod against his prostate over and over.

Like last time, his cock leaks precum, pooling on his stomach.

You coo praises as your other hand slowly rubs his shaft, your fingers still working inside of him. Mingyu lets out a string of moans mixed with a few curses that slip out of him, his brain foggy from all of the pleasure.

The tight feeling in his stomach causes him to snap his eyes open, his hands darting down to push yours away from him in a hurry.

"Shit—did I do something wrong? Is everything okay, Mingyu?" You panic as you immediately take your hand off his cock and slowly pull out your fingers. You watch as Mingyu pants, licking over his lips before responding.

"I'm g-great—more than great, baby. I didn't want to cum before you got to fuck me," he breathes out, a rosy hue covering his face and chest. Mingyu runs a hand through his hair, noticing it sticking to his forehead.

A deep sigh leaves your lips, relieved that nothing's wrong. You run your hands over Mingyu's thighs as you lean over to press a kiss to his lips, his head lifting from the bed to chase after your lips when you pull away too soon.

"Stay right here, baby," you whisper to him as you get off the bed. Mingyu stares at the ceiling. Sounds of you shuffling around in the bathroom are the only thing heard, along with his heavy breaths. Mingyu turns his head to look at the closed bathroom door, worried about how long you were taking.

"Everything okay, sweetheart?"

"I'll be out in a minute!" Your voice calls out from behind the door as you adjust the strap-on, ensuring it's perfectly secured. You had a few toys of your own that were compatible with most strap-ons but were probably too big of a jump for Mingyu, who only knew what two of your fingers felt like. You were used to having Mingyu's thick cock in you, but Mingyu wouldn't be able to handle one close to his size just yet.

So, you opted for this one. A solid black one that was soft to the touch, curved at the end, came with its own strap and was a decent length and thickness for a beginner.

You turn to look at yourself in the mirror, straightening your back with newfound confidence before you exit the bathroom.

Mingyu's eyes quickly find your figure walking towards him, his eyes catching the toy that was now strapped onto you. His cheeks flush as he bites his lip, trying to hide his excitement as you crawl onto the bed. You bite back a smile of your own as you spread your husband's legs apart further, settling your body in between them.

"Do you want it like this, baby? We can try a different position if you want," you coo out, your fingertips trailing along his inner thighs.

You watch the cogs of Mingyu's brain turn as he thinks about your question. He had done some research himself and knew exactly what he wanted to try first.

"Can I lay on my stomach? I always fuck you like that, so I'm curious what it feels like—and I heard it's a good way to start," your husband shyly asks.

You nod your head with a reassuring smile, helping Mingyu flip onto his stomach, giving you a good look at his ass that you were ready to fuck. You feel arousal drip down your legs as you position yourself over Mingyu. His arms find comfort folding underneath the pillows as he turns his head to the side, waiting for more.

Kisses up his back and your hand rubbing over his ass, occasionally squeezing at it, causing Mingyu to sigh, his hips squirming against the bed, and his cock rubbing against the mattress.

"Fuck—Y/N, don't tease me," he moans out, lifting his hips to push his ass against your loving caresses.

"I'm not teasing you, baby. I'm appreciating you, am I not allowed to appreciate what a nice ass my husband has?" You said it was all mine, right?"

A shaky breath leaves Mingyu's lips as your words manage to turn him on more, his hips lifting once more.

"All yours— but please fuck me already," he whines, his lack of patience evident."

You chuckle softly at your husband's begging but decide to play nice tonight, reaching over to grab the bottle of lube and coating the toy thoroughly. Your hand spreads Mingyu's ass apart, letting some of the lube drip down onto his hole. You set the bottle aside, still holding his ass open so you could line the toy up to his tight hole.

"Now you know how it feels when you tease me, Mingyu."

You slowly push the toy inside of him, the curved end slipping past the tight rim. The toy was undoubtedly thicker than your fingers causing Mingyu to hiss at the new stretch. You do a quick check-in to ensure he's okay, only pushing more of the toy in when your husband gives you the green light.

Mingyu moaned as the tip of the toy nudged against his prostate, the curved tip instantly pressing against it as it slipped inside him. You soothing rub his lower back as you push the toy deeper inside of him inch by inch, letting him adjust to the new size.

"You're doing so well, baby. I'm almost all the way in. Such a good boy taking my cock," you purr out, shifting your knees on the bed, the toy moving inside of him and drawing out another moan from your husband.

Once you fit all of the toy inside of him, you stop moving, letting Mingyu embrace the full feeling before telling you to start moving.

You slowly start pulling out, your husband moaning at the feeling and letting out an even louder moan when you push your hips forward, the toy nustling deep inside of him. You repeat the same slow thrusts, biting your lips as Mingyu falls apart underneath you.

Mingyu couldn't control the way his body was moving underneath you, squirming at the feeling of the toy repeatedly hitting that spot that made his brain turn to mush. He could tell he could cum from this alone. All the weeks' worth of build-up only made him more sensitive, his body craving a release. He thought it couldn't get any better until you spoke up.

"Should I turn it on now?"

In his fucked out state, his brows furrowed, confused as to what you were talking about.

"T-turn it on? Turn what—" he turns speechless, his mouth falling open as a high-pitched moan escapes him, his eyes rolling back to his skull as he feels a vibration inside of him and hit against his sweet spot.

Oh yeah, and the toy vibrated.

You bite your lips as your eyes scan your husband's frame, more of your arousal dripping down your thighs as he thrashes underneath you from the intense feeling. Precum soaks into the bed as he feels his orgasm building and building with every thrust of your hips. You paid no attention to the tired feeling creeping up on you, your mind too focused on making your husband lose his mind.

"That's it, baby. I bet you can't wait to cum, hm? Gonna make a big mess for me? Maybe we should flip you over so I can watch you cum all over yourself."

Mingyu nods his head to your words, letting out a broken sob when you pull out to help him flip back onto his front. You smile at the glazed look in his eyes and his flushed face, resembling how he looked when he was drunk. But there was no alcohol in his system, the dazed expression on his face a product of the pleasure you were giving him.

You hold Mingyu's legs open with one hand as you line up the vibrating toy up to his hole, pushing into him with ease this time around. Although this wasn't for you necessarily, you enjoyed this position more, loving the way you could watch your husband's eyes roll back, his mouth unable to close as whines and moan of ecstasy left his pretty lips.

You could tell Mingyu was getting close as you thrust the toy into him a bit faster. His breath sped up the closer he got, hands gripping the pillow underneath his head as his entire body shook with the need to cum.

"S' close— fuck! Don't stop, baby. So, so close," he sobs out, his eyes tightly shut as he tries to prepare himself for the orgasm that would come any second now.

Your hand cups his balls, gently fondling them, and that's all Mingyu needs to send him over the edge. You watch in awe as your husband's back arches off the bed, a deep and long moan echoing out of him as thick cum oozes out of his cock, seeming to never end as it pools and drips from his stomach. His whole body shakes uncomfortably, his eyes rolling back as the only thing Mingyu can feel is a warmth shooting throughout his entire body. This was much different than his usual orgasms. The feeling wasn't even remotely the same. You helped him ride out his everlasting orgasm, his body continuing to shake even when he had no more cum left to shoot out.

You turn off the vibrator and slowly bring your movements to a halt when your husband whines about the feeling.

"Too much— too much." His back finally makes contact with the bed again, trying to come down from his high. You stay inside of Mingyu for a few more seconds before slowly guiding the toy out of him, him wincing when the tip grazes his sweet spot.

"You came so much, baby. Made such a pretty mess for me," you coo out, leaning over to swirl your finger in the pool of cum on his stomach.

Mingyu remains silent, still trying to catch his breath, his body convulsing every few seconds from the aftershocks of his orgasm. You lap up some of his cum with your tongue as your husband has just enough energy to grab your face, pulling you up to him so he can taste himself off your lips.

"Have fun?" You ask rhetorically, a dazed chuckle leaving his lips as he opens his eyes to finally look at you, the look of lust in his eye now replaced with love and affection (and tiredness).

"Mhm, thank you, Y/N. I love you," his words come out in a whisper, his voice huskier than usual from all the moaning.

You smile and cup your husband's face, kissing his lips again.

"I love you too. Let's get cleaned up, yeah? I'll make us something to eat."

Mingyu raises an eyebrow at you, not wanting to address the issue with what you just said. You bite your lip as you roll your eyes at him, letting go of his face to run them down his shoulders.

"Fine, I won't cook. But I'll order something for us to eat and just pretend I'm an amazing chef in my head. Is that better?"

Mingyu smiles at you and nods his head, rolling the two of you over to lay face to face on your sides, not paying mind to the cum dripping onto the bed.

"Much better. I wouldn't want to find a way to explain to Y/DN why we have to move out after you set the kitchen on fire."

Your husband shushes your annoyed response with his lips, distracting you from the rude (but believable) words that left his lips.

Damn him and his kissable lips.

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navstuffs · 10 months

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Hello, first of all, YOUR WRITING IS GOD’S WORK, second of all, I need a second part of “I know it’s thick”, bc that took me out 💀 It was fucking fantastic. And last but definitely not least, you seem very sweet, and like an amazing person, keep up the good work 🥰💕👏✨

"I know it is thick." - Part 2

Pairing: Boss!Carlos Oliveira x GN!Reader

Summary: It is thick, and now you know it.

Warnings tags: SMUT SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE, blowjob (m receiving), public sex, under-the-desk blowjob while jill is in the room, porn with feelings (sorta), carlos always brazilian in my fics (foda-se capcom ESSE HOMI É DO BRASIL), translations at the bottom

Author's Notes: ANON YOU ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!! the idea came to me while reading your ask and i was like WHY NOT? again, bear with me since smut is still a constant work in progress. also thank you so much for your kind words and requesting with me, i hope i deliver! <;3 @cerezzzita aqui miga 💖

part 1 | my carlos's masterlist

You would never have guessed you would end up like this. You see, after sending that text message, you thought you would have been fired or sued for sexual harassment within Carlos's rights.

Not that by late Friday night, you would be doing extra work. And by that, it means your legs spread apart, holding yourself back in the cabinets of the stockroom as your boss Carlos pounds into you, his big hands holding your hips with such strength it would probably hurt tomorrow. Not that you cared: since this whole thing started three weeks ago, you have discovered you had muscles that ached that you didn't even know existed.

As Carlos's ball hit against your ass, the slapping sound sounding pornographic to your ears enough to drive you crazy, you hold onto the cold shelves, your legs barely keeping you steady. Every thrust he gives inside you is more powerful than the other, seeming to reach deeper into you. It had to be that thick cock, you thank mentally.

"Are you close?" Carlos wonders, and you imagine his bare ass looks delicious, his social pants on the floor.

You moan a pathetic yes and beg Carlos to touch you, and his hands find you, jerking in that delicious way only he could do it. It is unfair how well Carlos knew your body, although this only started a couple of weeks ago.

Three weeks since you stayed late and found out it was really that thick and you could barely fit in your mouth. Three weeks since this man gave you the best orgasm of your life. Three weeks doing extra work time.

With the way he is rubbing you, you don't take long to cum, biting your lips and closing your eyes to hold back a moan. Carlos gives you two final thrusts before you hear him muttering a curse in portuguese as he cums deep inside your walls. You stay silent for a moment, just the sound of your breaths before Carlos pulls out of you, his semen slowly dropping out of you.

You take a second to straighten yourself, your back hurting (it seems you are taking another ibuprofen tomorrow), when you feel Carlos pass a cloth between your legs, cleaning you gently.

"Oh, mhm, thanks?" You say unsure, and he smiles, giving you his handkerchief, with his initials sewn on it.

Carlos stares at you, wanting to say something. You are a little worried about it might be: yes, what you are doing is wrong, and you both know it. You are worried Carlos might want to end this sooner than later; you know he will have to. Or maybe he will finally invite you out? Maybe, you will end up fucking Carlos in a proper bed, not on top or under his desk.

"I will see you later, then." Carlos doesn't wait for your answer, and you ignore the pain in your chest, his handkerchief just the memory he left on you (along, well, with his cum). Again, this would have to end someday, right? It was just sex.

Two days later, you are under Carlos's desk a little after everyone leaves. You see, you went in there to end it all before Carlos could but, somehow, ended up with you on top of his desk, his head on the middle of your thighs. The things Carlos could do with his tongue were skills out of this world, and suddenly you can't remember what you wanted to do here.

You just didn't want him to stop.

So now, you are just repaying for the multiple orgasms from earlier, you tell yourself as his thick cock hits the back of your throat. It had nothing to do with the fact that you loved sucking him, the sight of his strong and hairy tights, hearing Carlos beg for your name, and how this powerful man seemed to melt in your arms because of you.

There is a sudden knock on Carlos's door, and you both seem to freeze. You look up, and Carlos gives you an urgent look, his eyes pleading for you to stay shut. "Please don't say come in," you beg mentally, but the door opens before Carlos can say anything, just with enough time to pull out of your mouth.

"Oh, I am so glad you are still here." Carlos's partner and your other boss, Jill Valentine sounds pissed. Carlos immediately pushes the chair into you, completely hiding your body, causing his dick to get close to your lips.

Jill vents about the challenging project the whole team has been working on, and for your relief, she doesn't pay enough attention to Carlos. Carlos gently tries to keep your head away from his cock, but you don't move. When he looks down in panic, you would have laughed if you could because Carlos knew exactly what was going through your mind.

When you test by licking the tip of his cock Carlos has to hold himself back against the chair, Jill still doesn't seem to notice. You try again, this time swirling your tongue around it, and Carlos curses.

"Puta merda."

"Did you say something?" Jill wonders, and you hold back a laugh.

"Puta merda this project huh, Jill?"

Jill continues her rant as your head goes down into Carlos's cock, slowly and torturous. Your boss has to hold himself into the table, his knuckles turning white as a low whimper dies down in his throat. His hands look for your head, you don't know if to pull you away or push you more down, but you don't stop.

"....and I am telling you, if this doesn't get solved by the end of the week, I swear I will cancel this whole deal!"

"Puta que pariu!"

"Well, I am glad you agree with me!" Jill exclaims, slamming the table. She finally looks at Carlos, who is sweaty, his chest rising up and down as he bites his lips.

"Carlos, are you okay? You look feverish."

"I-I am fine, Jill. All good. Just sh-sharing your frustrations, that is it."

Jill thinks she heard a strange, slurping noise after Carlos says that, but the sound stops. Her phone rings before she can ask what it is, and she groans, frustrated.

"You know, we shouldn't work this late. Life isn't just work, you know?" Jill expresses, before leaving his office, waving goodbye.

You can hear the door closing, and Carlos roughly pulls out of your mouth. You gulp, anxious, wondering if you finally took too far and Carlos will end it all, when your boss's face appears under the table to stare at you, full of desire.

"You want to play like that? Fine. Let's see how long it takes for you to gag on my cock." Carlos' voice is low and threatening, bringing chills all over your body, especially your heat.

"Challenge accepted, boss."

Puta merda = Holy shit

Puta que pariu = Holyfucking shit

#carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira x you #carlos oliveira smut #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira fanfic #carlos oliveira fanfics #carlos oliveira imagine #carlos oliveira imagines #NOT that happy with this (so im sorry in advance anon)#i feel like i could have written much better #carlos cursing in portuguese makes me feel things #request #requests

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stevie-petey · 4 months

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hiya m! hope all is well and ur doing good with school stuff. do u maube want to do something from nancy's pov? specifically about maybe her feelings on r and johnathan's closeness and how she feels a little like she's intruding/unsure if she's stepping on toes, or maybe even how close r and steve are (though i don't think she suspects or makes anything of it at this point but i'm not sure). just something about her thoughts on r and her closeness with one of the boys would be so very delicious <3

hi my dear !! im doin well and have no pressing assignments today so <3 we rock n roll. ur blurb is fantastic and i hope i did justice to nancys character shes an intimidating person to write tbh

enjoy !

“how long until they finally get together?” barb asks nancy, the two of them watching as you and jonathan walk towards your locker.

“jonathan and y/n?” nancy closes her locker. “i dont know, havent really paid attention to them.”

barb pokes her with the tip of her pen. “liar, arent they always hanging out with your brother?”

“mikes life is none of my business.”

“fair, but c’mon. you seriously cant be telling me that you dont think jonathan and y/n will get together soon.”

nancy doesnt say anything, hoping that if she doesnt respond then barb will drop the subject, but she knows she has a point. nancy had been lying before, she does pay attention to you two.

not in a creepy or judgmental way, but of course shes paid attention to you and jonathan. how could she not? the two of you were like this inseparable pair of endearing grandparents. always bickering and yet always holding each others hands through it all.

nancy thinks its sweet, in a way. to have someone care about a person so much and with such devotion. to be taken care of. it was obvious, even to nancy, that the two of you really loved each other.

its also why she kept her distance from you two, though. nancy felt like there was never any room in your little planet together, but she didnt mind. she had barb, steve harrington winked at her last week; she was doing fine.

but when nancy began hanging around you and jonathan because barb went missing, she started to fear that there really was no room for her on the planet you guys inhabited. she always felt three steps behind in the conversations with you and jonathan. the two of you had long perfected an unspoken language and nancy was helpless in deciphering it.

but she had to push down the uncertainty to find barb. thats all nancy cared about, even if sometimes jonathan looked at her like she was someone other than perfect nancy wheeler. like he was interested in her intelligence rather than her beauty.

it was nice. really nice.

no one had ever taken her seriously before.

but then nancy would see you in the background, hovering over jonathans shoulder as you always have done, and she’d feel like shit afterwards.

nancy knows you love jonathan, and the way he looks at you when you arent looking at him, she cant deny that he loves you, too.

what she cant figure out, however, is the capacity of love between you and him. despite days of being around you two, seeing all your interactions and small gestures and nicknames and adoration between you, nancy cant figure out if its romantic or something else.

and after watching you and jonathan for a few days, nancy concludes that you guys dont seem to know whats between you either. theres a thin line that hangs over you and jonathan. a thread of almost thats so precariously thin.

and nancy doesnt want to be the one that severs it.

so when she gets paired with you in the shed that night at the school to find will and barb, nancy takes her only opportunity to reassure you that shes not a threat. nancy isnt an idiot, shes seen the way you look at her after jonathan has done something kind towards her.

“i dont want to intrude.” nancy tells you, with all the sincerity and truth she can offer. she really, truly doesnt want to step over the line with jonathan. she understands that hes yours and youre his in a way that she may not ever fully know. but she still respects it.

nancy wants to be your friend.

but she also wants jonathans understanding of her, too.

its a dangerous and blurry and confusing thing.

and sometimes nancy is terrified she’ll fuck it up, hurt everyone in the process, but shes also been perfect her entire life.

nancy wheeler understands that selfishness is not inherently wrong, but every time shes selfish, the people she loves the most get hurt.

thats one thing barb taught her.

nancy refuses to hurt anyone else, especially someone as selfless as you, as genuine as jonathan, and as sincere as steve.

none of you deserve it, so nancy bites her tongue and goes to parties and makes sure to always leave a few inches of space between her and jonathan.

anything to keep everyone afloat.

#ask #procrastinationprincesses #come home blurb #m’s writing #m speaks #set throughout seasons 1 and 2 #does this make sense ?????#nancy is such an interesting character

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maxxioislost · 2 years

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I need to be youthfully felt ('cause, god, i never felt young)

A/N: I fell off from writing and reading M/N Fanfic, but Im back, and since its Halloween, you guys can have this, Im sorry @supernovasblogstuff for it taking so long, thanks for being patient with me <3

Also, kinda new to writing fanfic, hope this is good

Happy Halloween <3

Mentions: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Knotting/Sex *MARKED, CAN BE SKIPPED*, Giving birth *near the end, can be skipped*

Alpha!Ed Warren(movies) x Omega!Male!Reader

After that everything around him was easy, Every time M/n went into heat or Ed went into rut, they helped by staying out of the way and making sure that the other ate (because the alpha/omega hindbrain tends to forget when it's in control).

Ed would make this fantastic meatloaf during heats, and when Ed went through his ruts, M/n would make him his mother's Chicken Alfredo recipe. The relationship was perfect, Ed couldn't be more perfect.

Until Ed got down on one knee and asked for M/n's hand in marriage, then it was super perfect. As soon as they got home, they cuddled in M/n's nest. Ed was so in love with his omega, and M/n loves his alpha so much.

Planning the wedding was so much fun, getting to pick out all the colors of the suits and flowers, and Ed ended up picking the most beautiful church he could find, and asked his sister, Lorraine, if she could officiate, and she said yes! They were so excited.

Of course, things weren't all sunshine and rainbows, they argued a bit about the decorations and overall theme, and even about M/ns suit covering/or not covering his unmated neck with the veil.

The way weddings worked was that once they were officially married, they would kiss, then kiss their unmated neck, not yet biting it until their wedding night.

But they got through it, and eventually, the wedding came up, it was amazing.

"The grooms may say their vows if they wish to," Lorraine said, clearly holding back tears, she was so happy her big brother found someone to make him as happy as M/n did. She was proud of him.

"M/n, You know me better than anyone else in this world and somehow still you manage to love me. You are my best friend and one true love. There is still a part of me today that cannot believe that I’m the one who gets to marry you, Thank you for saying yes when I proposed" Ed was almost crying as he finished talking, grabbing M/n's hands in his, and leaned down to kiss one. M/n could hear his friends and family 'aww' at the sight.

"M/n, do you have vows for Ed?" Lorraine asked, smiling warmly at the couple.

"Of course I do, uh, Ed, I see these vows not as promises but as privileges: I get to laugh with you and cry with you; care for you and share with you. I get to run with you and walk with you; build with you and live with you, I vow to listen, for as long as it takes for you to feel heard. I vow to watch in awe as you kick ass and take names. And I vow to be your unrelenting cheer squad on the days it feels too much, I vow that I will always love you" M/n had tears running down his face, but so did Ed and everyone else in attendance.

"Those were very beautiful vows, guys, Ed, do you take M/n to be your lawfully wedded groom? To have, to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, in health, until death do you part?" Lorraine recited, it seemed as though she memorized it just for the wedding.

"Of course I do," Ed said, voice sounding slightly wet, he was holding back tears.

"M/n, do you take Ed to be your lawfully wedded groom? To have, to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, in health, until death do you part?" Lorraine stared intently at M/n, slightly scared that he might change his mind...

"I'd be stupid not to, Of course, I do" M/n looked up at his soon-to-be husband, very soon-to-be husband, just a few more minutes and they would be together for the rest of their lives.

"You have declared your consent before the Church, you now may kiss the groom," Lorraine said.

Ed didn't even wait till she was finished talking, he grabbed M/n by the waist and shoulder and pulled him close, pressing their lips together, then moved his head to kiss his husband's scent gland, making them officially husbands before god till they die.

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The dinner after the reception was fun, your maid of honor, and life-long best friend stood up and told stories about how M/n and Ed had met, about how she was so proud of M/n for finding an Alpha like Ed. It was beautiful. Ed's friend stood and talked about the childhood he and Ed shared, the funniest moments, and about how he was 'slightly jealous of how quickly Ed found an Omega to share his life with'

The dinner was over, the reception had been done with, and now to go to a hotel room close by and consummate their marriage, they were both really nervous, it being their first time, but they were ready.

Ed smelled it as soon as the hotel room door was closed. His omega is about to go into heat, which means that he will go into rut soon as well.

"So, uh, how do you want to start this? I- I mean I've never done this, always wanted to wait for marriage..." Ed drifted off, he was feeling slightly insecure

He shouldn't, because it was M/n's first time as well. "I, um, I don't know, I haven't done this before either..." M/n said.

Ed suddenly stood, making sure M/n was watching him, before unbuttoning his suit jacket, M/n watched intently, biting his lip before nodding.

Ed continued, his shirt was next, then his pants and socks, only left in his boxers. "You wanna undress maybe? Feeling kinda alone here, baby"

M/n rose from his spot on the bed, and undressed, slowly, enjoying his husbands' eyes watching him, before he was left in the white skintight boxers Ed had bought him when they first moved in together.

Ed's eyes widened at the sight, full of arousal, the purity of the sight, the untouched omega, wearing nothing but plain white skin-tight boxers. His inner alpha was howling in excitement, while M/n's inner omega was whining in arousal.

He slowly walked towards the bed, Ed's eyes trailed up and down M/n's body, enjoying the way M/n's body looked, Ed had seen M/n naked before, obviously, they'd been dating for a few years, taken showers and taken care of each other during their heat/rut cycles (just by making sure the other was okay, clean, and not hungry.)

Ed had just never looked at him in a sexual manner, wanting to wait till marriage, now was the time. They were married. They can have sex now. They can finally mate. It's what both of them had been waiting for since they met.

*NSFW STARTS NOW*

Now M/n was standing in front of Ed while Ed sat on the bed, arms wrapped around his waist while kissing his lower belly, kisses trailing lower until he reached the waistband of the boxers before looking up.

"This okay, love? We can slow down and wait" Ed said carefully, not wanting to stop, but willing to if his omega needed it.

M/n just smiled before replying "Don't stop, please? I wanna be your omega, Ed..." M/n leaned down towards his husband, before pushing him onto his back to lie on the bed. M/n stood quickly, pulling down his boxers before climbing into Ed's lap.

Ed sat up and frowned, quietly complaining about how he was supposed to remove his husband's underwear, before looking down and seeing M/n's cock pressed against his belly. Before he grabbed M/n's waist and rolled, M/n ended up on his back, looking up at his Alpha.

Ed's eyes looked down at the unmated neck his omega was bearing before leaning down to lick M/n's scent gland, making him moan. M/n's hands wandered down to the waistband of Eds' boxers, trying to pull them down, but couldn't because of how they were laid.

Ed laughed before standing up on the floor and pulling them off. "C'mon, I've been waiting for this since we moved in together, Ed" M/n sighed before making grabby hands at his Alpha.

Ed laughed before climbing back on the bed between his legs, opening them wider, and immediately dove down to finally taste his omega. M/n just wasn't expecting Ed to just dive in, but he was amazed at how naturally skilled his Alpha was, his inner Omega howling in pleasure.

"fuck ed,, Ed, can we start? Please I need you in me" Ed got up, and used the blanket to wipe his mouth clean from his omegas slick before moving to kiss M/n. The kiss was messy, unorganized, and sloppy. Ed's hand wandered downward to aim his cock toward the omegas slick covered hole, the movement unnoticed by M/n.

The cock pushed againth his hole, making him moan, and tried to push down against the intrusion so it can finally breach him. Ed's hips moved forward, slowly, wanting the omega to get used to the intrusion. He moaned again, wrapping his legs around Ed's waist to pull him in fully, moaning again when Ed's cock bumped into his cervix, Ed was the perfect size to breed his omega.

His hips moved in and out slowly, his thrust slowly gaining speed, the omega was moaning into Ed's neck, licking at his scent gland, waiting until his alpha to knot so he can finally stake his claim on the gland.

Ed moaned at the sensations coming from his omega, the tight channel wrapped around his cock, the licking at his scent gland, and M/n's hands tweaking his nipples every so often. Ed was in heaven.

His thrusts sped up suddenly, his inner Alpha howling at the incoming orgasm.

M/n realized why Ed sped up and reached down to stroke his neglected cock, only for his hand to be swatted away and Ed's larger hand to take its place.

"You get to cum once I do, okay Omega? Can you hold it in for me?" M/n nodded, enjoying Ed stroking with his thrusts. Ed's cock consistently bumped into his cervix, his orgasm was getting closer and closer, he was having to make Ed's hand slow down a bit so he wouldn't finish before his Alpha.

Then M/n felt something popping in and out of his hole...His alphas knot was slightly inflated. He was about to belong to Ed, forever. And he just couldn't wait.

"Omega, you're okay? You want me to breed you? Want to get pregnant for your alpha? Wanna give me a pup?" Ed was teasing, until he sees M/n nod and whine about wanting to be bred up, wanting to be knotted so badly, wanting to be a nice house omega for his alpha.

That did it for Ed, his knot fully inflated, his mouth bit down on his omegas scent gland, his inner alpha finally at peace. Then he released, feeling his omega release his cum all over their bellies.

"wanna bite your alpha? C'mon 'mega, mark me as yours." Ed leaned down and angled his neck, M/n leaned up, biting down on what was rightfully his. They finally claimed each other.

*NSFW OVER*

M/n had gotten pregnant, and Ed was extremely happy, and ecstatic over his pup, they decided to wait to find out if it was a boy or girl, they would find out at the birth!

Until M/n was almost 10 months pregnant. A full month overdue, but he didn't want to induce, afraid it would hurt him or his pup.

"Get the pup out of me, Ed," M/n said roughly while bouncing on an exercise ball, Ed recalled M/n saying it was something that could help start the contractions. "I can't take another few days of this. Their head is reading on my bladder and constantly kicking my stomach." Ed felt bad for doing this to his poor husband, but their bundle of joy just,,, didn't want to come out.

"I, uh. read that a knot can help induce too" Ed lightly suggested before feeling the daggers M/n's eyes shot at him, before his eyes went wide, and looked down at his pants, which were suddenly soaked.

"Uh, M/n, did you have an accident? Ill clean it up, go shower, and sleep, yeah?" Ed said. Ever since the pregnancy, accidents have happened a lot more, especially when the pup decided to make his bladder a kickball for a month straight.

"I didn't pee, Ed..Oh fuck, I think my water broke" M/n stood quickly, grabbing his hospital bag and urging Ed to drive them to the hospital as quickly as possible.

*Birth happening*

M/n was the one pushing their pup out, yet Ed was the one hyperventilating. Until M/n's grip on his hand tighten enough that he thought it would break.

"You can do it, 'Mega, Push, want to see your beautiful pup" Ed whispered into M/n's ear, making him focus a bit more.

"I can see the head!" The doctor announced, excitement obviously present in her voice. "C'mon, M/n, baby, a few more big pushes, and the pup will be in your arms!" Ed said lovingly while his husband crushed his hand in his grip.

The pup finally popped out. "It's a boy!, Congrats, Mr. Warren!" The doctor handed the pup to M/n, letting him have his first skin-to-skin contact with the pup that was stuck inside him for the last 10 months.

*Birth Over*

And then the nurse had to clean up the baby from blood and other fluids before handing the baby to his Alpha father. Ed was sobbing while the baby sat quietly in his arms, sitting close to his husband so the omega can still see him.

The nurse came into the room "Can we have the name of the pup? he's very beautiful, Mr. Warren" Ed and M/n smiled at each other before M/n looked up at her and said "F/n Md/n Warren" (Idk, name him whatever you want)

Ed smiled at his husband before handing his pup back, the Omega had to feed him the bottle the nurse had prepared. They were happy.

F/n was a handful. and really good aim whenever his Alpha father had to change diapers...

Ed never thought he could be this happy, and neither did M/n.

This was their dreams finally coming true.

Happy (late) Halloween

#ed warren #x male reader #ed warren x male reader #ed warren x reader #alpha ed warren #omega male reader #THIS IS ONLY MOVIE ED WARREN!!!#Patrick wilson can rail me whenever he want tbh #This is also the only fic ill ever write on here #I want ed as my alpha tbh

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whiskeynwriting · 1 year

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had a thought about mbfd series, and Dave coming over to find mc in her cheer uniform and it just gets him so riled up and feral

What a fantastic idea.

MBFD One-Shot: Roses Are Dead

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 9.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol consumption, one instance of sexual assault (a kiss on the cheek and small grab), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, degradation, oral sex (m and f receiving), brief female masturbation, mentions of male masturbation, dry humping, unprotected vaginal sex, established relationship, some reader descriptions

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A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day my babies <3 I hope you enjoy your V-Day getaway with Daddy Dave

Funny that this is a one-shot but it’s longer than some of the chapters. Just roll with it lolol

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Unfortunately, today isn’t as special as it is in the books, especially when it falls on a Tuesday. Nevertheless, you greet the day with a smile when you wake, happy to have a slow morning due to your afternoon shift. Just like any other morning, you open your blinds, squinting and yawning from the growing light. A few months ago, your first thoughts would consist of work, school, and cheer. But lately, it’s him, he’s the first thing in your head. The first thing when you wake, and the first thing when you go to bed.

When Dave isn’t in your bed, you find it hard to sleep. Lucky for you, he’s been in it quite often as of late. And no, not in that way. Well, not just in that way. He hasn’t gone back home since that night, the night he told the girls about his divorce from their mom. But he’s had some pretty early mornings lately. When he left today, it was about four-thirty, far too early for you to fully wake; but he still kissed your forehead before leaving. You’d like to spend the mornings with him, at least for a little bit before he leaves, but you understand.

The presence of David lives in your house even when he’s not physically here. His reading glasses are on your night stand, well, his nightstand - the one on his side of the bed. There’s a book he’s been reading on the surface, too, along with a cup of water he fills regularly before bed. Smiling, you sigh, already missing him. And in the spirit of longing for your boyfriend, you decide to find one of his shirts, slipping it on over your head.

His too-big t-shirt reaches your thighs as you walk through the hallway, finding the kitchen. You’d left it dirty last night, having cooked dinner but feeling a bit lazy afterwards. Today though, you find it clean. Smiling to yourself, you sigh, knowing it was Dave. He’s not exactly a clean freak, but he is definitely one organized man. Speaking of the devil…

Princess, your new nickname. It makes you feel so giddy and special, as silly as it may be. Besides, previous boyfriends never treated this day with any sort of sentiment, so something as simple as this really means a lot to you.

At the office, Dave chokes on his coffee. Jesus, it’s ten o’clock in the morning. Not that that really matters to either of you.

Before you can wait for his response, the doorbell rings. Whipping your head around, you frown, wondering who it could be. You didn’t order anything, and you’re not expecting anyone, either. After a moment, the person knocks on the door with their knuckles, you dash to your bedroom, grabbing a pair of sweats.

“Hello?” As soon as you’d shimmied them on, you opened the door, nervous to greet your guest. But it’s just a delivery man, one who reads off your name. “Yes?”

Your eyes then drop to what he’s holding, and you smile. “These are for you. Have a good day, ma’am.”

Lips parting in awe, you take them, watching the man walk away. Even when you close the door and sit back down at the kitchen counter, you still can’t believe it. Nobody’s ever sent you flowers before, and to say you feel special would be an understatement. You can easily spot the small card poking out between the flower petals, retrieving it gently before reading it. Folding it open, your eyebrows quirk in curiosity at the writing.

Roses are dead

Violets are blue

Those flowers were hers

But these ones are for you

And then, your phone is buzzing. Before you can even message him about this, he’s calling you.

“Hi, baby.”

Immediately, your voice fills his chest with a sense of contentment. He releases a quiet sigh, smiling on the other end of the line.

“Hi, princess. Did you get the flowers I sent you?”

“I did,” Giggling slightly, you turn, admiring them. “They’re so pretty, no one’s… ever done that for me… before.”

“You deserve it.” Even through the phone, his heart fills with pride. He wishes he could’ve seen your face when receiving them. “ I’d give you the world if I had it.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Yeah, right.” He emphasizes, making you grin.

A moment of silence passes, each of you feeling smitten all over again. Nibbling on your lower lip, you glance back down at the card laying on the countertop.

“Oh, I wanted to ask… what’s with the note? Like, what does it mean?”

“Read it to me.” Dave requests, grinning to himself. He wants to hear you say it.

“Roses are dead, violets are blue, those flowers were hers, but these ones are for you.”

“Every time I gave Carol flowers, they were roses.” His response is immediate, and it makes you freeze up. Why is he telling you that? And on today of all days?

The thought makes him sigh with disappointment, so much time wasted. But now, he has you. “It wouldn't sit right with me if I gave you something that only reminds me of her. So, I got you violets, your own type of flower.”

“David…” It leaves you speechless, the meaning behind this. You never would have expected that to be his answer. “That’s… wow.”

“I love you, honey.” Dave expresses, wanting so badly to have spent this morning with you. “I really… I think you’re the one for me.”

“Baby, really?” Within moments of waking up, Dave has made this your most memorable Valentine’s Day.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Running the blunt edge of his nail along his desk, he hums, “You know, I actually have another present for you today.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah, how do you feel about going to dinner tonight?”

“Baby! I would love to!”

“Good, I figured it’s about time we had our first date. Our reservations are at seven.”

“Oh, wait. Shit.”

“What?”

“I’m working the evening shift tonight. I really wish I didn’t have to, it’s just been… ugh. Whatever. But I’m so sorry, baby.”

Genuinely, your heart sinks. You didn’t even consider that Dave might want to see you tonight. But right now, he’s not worried about that.

“Wait, what’s going on at work?”

“Nothing, it was just, it was something dumb. Everything’s fine.” Fuck, this is the last thing you want to talk about.

“No…” He drags out, raising a brow. And then he speaks your name, his voice stern as he asks again, “What happened?”

“Dave, it’s nothing.”

“If it’s nothing, then it shouldn't be a big deal for you to tell me.” He doesn’t like knowing about your stressors, but he’ll do everything in his power to relieve you of them.

“It was… yesterday, I mean, it wasn’t really that big of a deal, but…”

“Baby,” His voice is gentler now. “Talk to me.”

“There… something happened yesterday with one of the dads… at pickup.” You begin to explain, thinking back to your shift yesterday at the daycare. “He said some things to me that were… annoying, to say the least. And then sort of… grabbed me. But I -”

“Did he do something?” Dave’s voice is rushed, but not angry or loud. Not yet. But in his own head, Dave is fearing for the worst. What the fuck happened?

“He put his hand on my waist, and… kissed my cheek.”

“What?” David’s eyes go wide, brows raising high. “And where the fuck was his other hand?”

“He put it, well, it… he sort of grabbed my ass.”

“What?! What the hell did your boss say?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Furious, he stands, running a hand over his face. But on your end, your lip is quivering, tears daring to drip down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen, and I -”

“What?” He interrupts. “You didn’t mean for it to happen?”

“No! Baby, I promise! I promise I wouldn’t do anything like that!”

“Baby, you don’t think this was your fault, do you?”

“W… What?”

“You told that prick to fuck off and he didn’t, how the hell could that have been your fault?”

Oh. He… kind of has a point. You thought he’d be pissed when he heard about this, not at the man or your work but at you.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” He doesn’t understand, why wouldn’t you go to him as soon as this happened?

“I thought you’d be… mad.”

“I am mad! I’m pissed!” But when he’s met with your silence, he begins to understand. “But… not at you, baby.”

He’s starting to realize that he’s only making this situation worse. His reaction doesn’t exactly scream ‘cool, calm, and collected’. How can he expect you to come to him in the future when he reacts like this?

“I’m sorry, I just, I hate knowing that happened to you.”

“I know.” You mumble, calming down once his voice settles.

“What did your work do about it?”

“Well, I asked for the next day off, today, but they wouldn’t let me. I just wanted a day to collect myself, but they didn’t think it was necessary.”

“Okay, that’s it.” Standing from his desk, Dave puts the call on speaker. “I’m going up there.”

“What? What are you going to say?!”

“I’m going to tell them that you’re not coming in to work today.” He’s already reaching for his jacket, buttoning the front of it.

“Dave don’t! You could get me fired!”

“Not if I tell them I work for the DIA and investigate the livelihood of retired vets and their families.” His answer is quick as hell and honestly, makes a little bit of sense. Your dad was in the military, after all.

“How… how did you come up with that so quick?” You laugh, and it makes your love grin.

“Don’t worry about it.” He replies playfully. “And don’t worry about going into work today. Just get yourself ready, and I’ll pick you up around five, okay?”

“Wait, why five?”

“Oh, I forgot. We have a hotel room, too.”

“What?” At this, a surprised smile spreads fully across your lips.

“If I’m taking you out, I’m making sure there won’t be any familiar faces around to see us. That’s why we’re heading to the city. And if we’re going far, why not stay the night out there, hm?”

“I really can’t even believe you.” With a shocked giggle, you sigh. You feel giddy, filled to the brim with butterflies.

“Well, believe it, princess. Because I’ll be there at five. Get yourself packed and ready, okay?”

Nibbling on the corner of your lip, you nod. “Okay.”

“I love you, baby. I’ll make this right.”

You have to admit, the thought of Dave showing up at your place of work and flashing his badge to stand up for you is… quite the image. Knowing how protective he is of you and the lengths he’ll go to in order to prove it is making you swoon. Thinking of him walking in and putting your boss in his place, wearing his dark gray business suit with his badge on his hip, that deep voice growing stern with intimidation. Between David’s protectiveness and the night he has planned ahead, it’s all making you hot with anticipation.

“I love you, too.”

Taking an hour gap in the middle of his day is easy. With him coming in early and working late so often, he could take an hour break every day if he wanted. More often than not, though, he was too enthralled with his workload to do so. But you’re far more important than any legal document on his desk.

He already knows where you work, of course, but what you’re not aware of, is he knows your employee badge number and your boss’s full name, too. It makes him chuckle, the thought of it. That information was almost too easy to get.

Dave is going to your place of work under the pretense of his job, his specific position. And with that in mind, he keeps himself calm and collected. After all, there isn’t a scenario where he walks out of this building without getting his way. This will be easy for him.

The walls are colored in a bright blue with rainbows and flowers along their edges. At the receptionist’s desk, there’s a jar of candy and a small treasure chest of dollar-store toys. Right behind her sits a board with multiple flyers posted, ones detailing drop-off and pick-up times and the spirit week the facility is hosting for Valentine’s Day. It makes him grin, knowing you come here every day. He’d love to see you with kids, he knows you’re so kind and patient with them.

“Hi! How can I help you?”

“Hi there,” Dave grins, walking up and leaning on the counter’s edge. Lifting his badge, he allows it to lay open, quickly introducing himself. “David York with the Defense Intelligence Agency. I’m here to see a Mr. Adam Hall?”

Immediately, her kind smile fades into shock. She seems surprised and quite impressed, eyes flashing from Dave’s badge to his handsome face. Lips pursing, she swallows, flustered by his confidence.

“Um… y-yes, sir.” The way Dave carries himself would intimidate anyone, and she’s clearly not immune to it.

Picking up the phone, she presses Adam’s line, whispering a quiet, “Hi, there’s someone here to see you.” A moment passes before she responds with, “Law enforcement.”

Shortly after she sets the phone down, Adam is rounding the corner, confused suspicion written all over his face. At this, Dave perks up, happy he didn’t have to wait.

“Dave York.” He says, approaching the man while showing his badge. “Defense Intelligence Agency.”

“H-Hello… I’m um, I’m Adam Hall. What can I help you with, Mr. York?”

“I think it would be best if we talked in your office.” He replies, folding his badge into his front pocket.

Not willing to wait for a response, Dave takes the lead, walking Adam back to his own office. He even takes it upon himself to open the door, allowing your boss to walk in and take a seat at his desk. The entire situation is perplexing to him, his palms sweating with nerves, especially when Dave closes the door behind him.

“I’m here to discussion the accusation of sexual harassment in your place of work?” Dave offers, his voice appearing inquisitive.

“What? Sexual harassment, I, I never, we haven’t seen - ”

“Specifically pertaining to employee number 000245679.”

At this, his lips seal. Dave’s caught him.

“Can I… ask how you received this information?”

Dave is quick on his feet. “The wellbeing of United States veterans and their families is under my direct supervision.” Not exactly a lie - he’s actually dealt with cases like this before. And besides, you are his to care for.

“She’s… a veteran?”

“A close family member of hers is.” Dave clarifies, narrowing his eyes. “I understand a parent was the aggressor in this instance, occurring yesterday at approximately four-thirty in the afternoon, correct?”

“I’m, well, I’m not exactly sure. I don’t have the document in front of -”

“Pull it up.”

Gulping, he does just that, finding it as quickly as he can. “Yes, that is correct.”

“And what happened in this situation, exactly?” He wants Hall to read it himself, and read it aloud to see how ridiculously harsh he’s being on you. You could have sued, and all you asked for was a day off to process things.

“The… um, before clocking out, the employee encountered and greeted one of the children’s parents, Mr…” Hall then glances up, clearing his throat nervously. He trails off, wanting to be professional and leave the father's identity anonymous. But that’s fine, Dave probably would have gone after that man, anyway. “Said parent then complemented employee 000245679 on her physical appearance, and did not stop when she requested. Said father then approached employee 000245679, placing a hand on her waist and kiss, um… kissing her cheek.”

“And?” Dave prompts when your boss’s words stop.

“And laid his other hand on her backside.”

Trying to keep his composure, Dave sighs, glaring at the man before him. “This needs to be dealt with, Adam.”

“Well we’ve, um, we’ve already followed protocol on this, and…”

“Protocol? Claiming employee 000245679 is the one at fault is your protocol? Giving her no reassurance of this situation? Not speaking to this parent? Not even giving her a single day off to process this?”

Adam is silent, eyes barely able to meet Dave’s intense gaze.

“My protocol is as follows - employee 000245679 receives three days of PTO, given that she doesn’t take action for more money against this company. And this father is banned from campus.”

“The, his child is already enrolled in our program.”

“He is no longer allowed to drop-off nor pick them up from this building. Have I made myself and my expectations clear?” Standing, Dave keeps his stare.

“Y-Yes… sir.”

“That’s a good sport.” Dave grins happily, his words condescending. “I will be checking up on your progress, Adam.”

With an anxious nod, he stands to see Dave out, but he’s already walking through the door. Rounding the corner, he encounters the receptionist once again.

“Have a good day…” Dave begins, eyes finding her name tag. “Candice. Good to know.”

With a curt nod and friendly smile, he’s pushing open the door, returning to his car. Yep, just as easy as he’d expected it to be.

Back at his office, Dave finds it easy to return to his work, finishing it just how he always does. Working from the office has been far easier than doing so from home. Even if he were working from your apartment, he knows he’d be distracted.

But before clocking out for the day, he finds his insides growing with nerves. He’s excited to see you, he really is, but he hasn’t felt this anxious in years. Going on first dates just doesn’t… happen to him. He’s been married for so long that he never thought he’d be on one again. He hasn’t dated in decades. And even though the two of you already know each other, have already spent nights together and touched each other, he’s still nervous about it. What if he’s not gentlemanly enough for you? What if he’s too gentlemanly? What if you don’t like the places he’s taking you to? What if you end up wanting to go home? Jesus, he’s really becoming a nervous wreck.

Truthfully, he knows you’ll love anything he does for you. You adored the flowers he sent and because of that, he knows you’ll cherish his last gift for you. A silver necklace with a single pendant - one dried violet encased in resin. Something that will always last and hopefully, always remind you of him.

Placing it back in its tiny box, it gives him the confidence to go forward with these plans. Not that he’d ever cancel. He’s covered all of his bases for this - you’re going an hour away, it’s likely you won’t see any familiar faces. You’re staying overnight, so the both of you can truly enjoy your mini vacation. And lastly, he already told Carol and the girls he’d be spending a few days away from the house, they don’t even know he’s going anywhere. Tonight, it will be just you and him.

On your end, you couldn’t be more excited. You’ve never done something like this, and the fact that he’s taking you out in public is just amplifying it. For some reason, the risk of being caught isn’t scary to you, although it really should be. You also can’t wait to have him all to yourself in a hotel room, how fancy. You’ve enjoyed having him at your apartment, enjoyed the little bits of domesticity. But honestly… you’ve missed the sneakiness, the impulsiveness and excitement. And going on a spontaneous adventure is bringing all of that back.

You can’t contain your little squeal of eagerness when Dave calls, immediately snatching up your phone. “Hey, baby!”

“Hi honey,” The elation in your voice makes him smile, melting his worrisome nerves. “I’m here, are you ready?”

“Yeah! I’ll be right down!”

“Okay, do you need help with anything?”

“No, I don’t think so. Just packed an overnight bag. Oh also, I’m in comfy clothes. I figured I’d change into nicer ones at the hotel?”

“That’s perfect.” He reassures you, eager to see your gorgeous face.

“Okay! I’ll be right down, babe.”

Grabbing your small bag, you sigh, eager to get the night started. You’re wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, but inside you packed a nicer dress and a pair of pajamas. On top of your essential bathroom items and charger, you’re ready to go.

Dave’s sparkling silver Tesla is parked right out front, he really doesn’t seem to care anymore. Skipping over to the car, you open the back door, dropping your bag inside before closing it, and heading to the passenger side.

“Hey!”

“Come here.” Already, he’s leaning over the center council, hand finding the side of your face.

Leaning into him, your smiles meet, a giddy hum vibrating from you. He still has his scruff, which your fingers dance along when he gives you a handful of small kisses.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He’s still so smitten with you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I’m so excited!”

“I’m glad you are,” Dave sighs, smiling as he returns to his seat. “Get your seatbelt on, we’ve got a long drive.”

Snuggling in, you make yourself cozy, leaning in Dave’s direction. Crossing your legs, you fold your arms on the center console, his free hand landing on your thigh.

“So, you took care of things at work?” Gazing up at him with hearts for eyes, you sigh.

“Oh fuck, I totally forgot!”

Immediately, you shoot up. “What?!”

“Nah,” Dave smiles, laughing. “I took care of it.”

Swatting his arm, you roll your eyes. “Asshole.”

“Well this asshole got you three days of PTO.”

“Wait, really? But I’m part-time, I don’t get PTO.”

“You do now.” Squeezing your thigh lightly, Dave reminisces on the recent memory. And now, you are too. You can just picture it, Dave’s intimidation. And honestly, knowing he went out of his way to protect you like that is making you a little hot for him.

It’s not until now that he realizes, when he’s finally out of work-mode. You were harassed, actually assaulted. Someone invaded your privacy, and he wasn’t there to help. Sure, he made it better now, but he can’t undo what has already been done. And all at once, a wave of emotions surges over him, his grip on your thigh tightening ever so slightly. He feels like he’s failed at his job; he can’t let that happen to you again.

“I can’t believe you did that for me.” Sliding your hand down, you gently grab his wrist.

“I’m here for you, sweetheart.” Comes that deep, rumbly voice. “I won’t let that happen again.”

The excitement you’d been yearning for all comes rushing back as soon as you get to the hotel room. The drive was easy, you mostly slept, but now, you’re full of energy. And once you got through your suite’s door, it became clear that Dave was, too.

His hands are on your hips, dragging them over his own. He can already feel your wetness, having taken off your outer garments. Once you were in just your bra and panties, you climbed onto his lap, wanting him all over again.

“I’ve missed you so damn much.”

“We were only apart for like,” You giggle, feeling the repeated press of his lips. “Eight hours.”

“Too fucking long.” Sliding his hand down, he grabs a fistful of your ass before slapping it, shoving you forward onto him.

He’s resting against the bed’s headboard, sitting up while you straddle his clothed lap. Pressing his open mouth to yours, Dave’s tongue slides inside, tangling with your own while you moan. Your body is resting entirely on his chest, arms looped around his neck while your fingers explore his mocha-toned hair.

“You sexy fucking thing,” He’s breathing hotly against your lips, both hands falling to your backside. “Thought about you all day, about that beautiful mouth and what it can do.”

“You really love blowjobs now, huh?” Your voice is laced in cockiness and lust, the thought of it sending a tingle between your thighs.

“You know I do.” He practically growls against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip.

“Yeah? I love giving them.”

“I can fucking tell.” Just barely, his hips roll up against you, his eyes flashing to his watch to check the time. Forty-five more minutes until your reservation. “Fuck, I love the way you swallow me.”

The last thing you expected this year was to go on a Valentine’s Day getaway with Molly York’s dad. But here you are, grinding down onto his lap while he grabs your bare ass, the two of you tugging on the other’s hair while swapping spit. And you fucking love it.

What would Molly say if she found out? What would she do? Who would she be more upset with? And why? But honestly, it’s pretty hard to think about anything when David’s hand is on the back of your head while he’s shoving his tongue down your throat. Fuck it, you really can’t keep yourself from her dad.

“When do we have to go?” Turning your head, your lips find his cheek, moving over the growing patches of dark hair.

“Forty minutes.” He responds, fingers curling into your hair and pulling.

It yanks you back, puffing your chest out toward him. With this new angle, he dives down, planting his face directly between your breasts.

“Fuck.”

Both hands find their way to your chest, pushing your tits up against his face. While mouthing at them, he groans, feeling your fingernails scrape over his scalp.

“I need to fuck your tits, baby.”

“Yeah? You like ‘em that much, huh?”

“Fuck yes… Jesus. They’re so fucking soft.” And then he becomes muffled, suffocating himself with them once again.

“Baby, I need to get ready soon.” You remind him sweetly while giggling.

“Not yet,” He mumbles, tongue laying over the side of your tit. “Please, not yet.”

He’s touching every part of you that he can, every inch he can reach. It’s been a little over a month and he still can’t get enough of you. He wants more, always. Always more.

“Come on,” Laughing, you tug lightly on his hair, bringing him up for some air. “You can play with them later, okay… daddy?”

“Oh, fuck me.” His face nearly goes slack from it. You’ve really got him under a spell.

With a quick peck, you’re climbing off of his lap, going into your bag to get out the dress you’d packed. It’s easy to slip on, the smooth fabric a lovely feeling against your skin. A pair of sparkling black heels fit your feet nicely, along with a pair of silver earrings to decorate yourself with. And it doesn’t take you long to apply your makeup, years of Pom coached you for that. Besides, you’re going for a simple, nude look anyway.

“Is this fancy enough, baby?” Walking out of the bathroom, you’re satisfied with your look. But you’re more worried about what he thinks.

“Absolutely.” He’s already standing at the mirror, making sure his tie is straight. “You look amazing.”

“Yeah, right.” You grin, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah,” He says, walking toward you. “Right.”

Staring up at him with a bashful smirk, Dave’s hands find your waist, pulling you into him. Shaking his head slightly, he sighs. “I can’t wait to have you tonight.”

“Yeah, and I have a little present for you, too.”

“You know, I also have one.”

“Another one? You’ve already given me enough!”

“Last one,” Your lover grins, “I promise.” And then he’s reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small, flat box. “Here, open it.”

Eyeing him, you offer a look of faux annoyance, glancing down as your fingers pry open the sides. And immediately, your eyes widen, brows folding up in the center from the gift’s sentiment.

“Do you know what it is?”

“Baby, of course I do.” Delicately, your fingers pluck the necklace from its cushion, setting the box down on the table to your left. “A dried violet.”

“I told you,” Dave then says, prompting your eyes to return to his. “It’s your flower now.”

Staring into his eyes, you find yourself becoming emotional. No one has ever treated you like this.

“I love you.”

“I want you to think of me whenever you look at it,” He tells you, “And know how much I love you.”

The flower’s color goes perfectly with your dress, the black and purple hues blending nicely. David even takes it upon himself to place it around your neck, something that makes you swoon all over again. He’s gentle with it, just as gentle as he’s currently holding your hand.

Walking you through the lobby and front doors, Dave easily calls a cab, wanting both of you to be able to drink to your liking tonight. He even goes out of his way to open the car door for you, and the door to the restaurant, too.

It’s easily the nicest establishment you’ve ever been to; you honestly feel like you don’t belong. But David’s head is held high, holding onto your hand with pride. Your difference in age is quite obvious, especially with Dave’s facial hair, but you like it. As misogynistic as may sound, you like being the pretty little thing on Dave’s arm.

“Is this okay for you, honey?” He asks, getting situated in his seat after pulling out your chair. Internally, he’s a nervous wreck, and surprised he’s not sweating bullets.

“What? The restaurant?”

Dave nods, eyes full of worry. He wants you to like it; if you didn’t, he’d easily consider going elsewhere.

“Baby, this is perfect. I’ve never been to a place like this.”

Extravagant chandeliers hang on the ceiling, the walls a deep and elegant red with tables lining its edges. The music is dreamy and quiet, a pianist playing gracefully in the very center of the large room. Each setup has their own dimmed mood lighting, and is far enough away from the others to have private conversation. The smell of bread and garlic fills the air, alongside seafood and fresh greens. You can already feel yourself salivating just from the scent.

Dave is more than happy with your answer, releasing a breath of relief. Smiling, he takes a look at the menu, eyeing a bottle of white he thinks you’d enjoy.

“Would you be okay with me drinking tonight?” He asks, glancing up at you.

You offer an amused grin. “As long as I’m able to drink, too.”

And just like that, Dave is ordering a bottle of wine for the table, alongside water for the both of you and breadsticks to start. After that, you’ll be served spinach and artichoke dip with baked pita and olive oil. You hope you have the will to be able to pace yourself for the rest of your time here.

“Did I tell you where we’re going in a few days?” David asks, watching you take a sip from your glass.

“No, you haven’t!”

“How do you feel about Spain?”

“Spain? I’ve never even been there before!”

Dave smiles at your excitement, sipping at the bourbon he ordered. “Well, we’ll be staying at a hotel in Madrid.”

“I don’t know too much Spanish… is that okay?”

“That’s perfectly fine. I’m fluent, I’ll do all the talking.”

“You are not.” Jaw dropping in awe, you stare at him with lovestruck eyes. How does he still manage to impress you?

“Yeah, I am.” Huffing out a laugh, he nods. “That, and French.”

“Really? When did you have time to learn all of that?”

Dave just shrugs. “Part of the job.”

Your lover’s inner monologue couldn’t be more frantic, but in the best of ways. Every thought is pulling him in its own direction, from Spain to you to work to the restaurant’s food. Mostly though, he’s thinking about you. It’s taking his breath away, how stunning you look. He can see your toned physique through your dress, its silhouette highlighting your curves beautifully. Your neckline isn’t too low, but he can still see the dip of your cleavage. What he wouldn't give to run his tongue up that valley right now. He can still taste your tits on his tongue from when he worshiped them in your suite, the flavor of your skin reminiscing within him. He wants nothing more than to pull you aside, run his palms along your body and grab your softest places. And the way you did your makeup tonight has him smitten, your eyelashes fluttering gracefully with your smooth lips fucking taunting him in that shade of lipstick. He’s going to ruin you tonight.

“Dave?”

“Hm?” Eyes immediately darting up, you see him become slightly flustered, a shade of pink coloring his ears.

“You’re that distracted, huh?” You tease, placing your elbows on the table so you can fold your hands together, resting your chin on them.

“Yeah, baby…” He sighs, eyes dropping to your chest again. “You look so good tonight.”

The only thing that pulls him out of this trance is when your food comes, and even then, he finds it difficult to look away. But the smell of your food easily captures your attention, the seafood pasta you ordered already making your mouth water.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Your waiter asks, clasping his hands together.

Before even touching his food, David does about you. “Do you want another drink? A different type of wine?”

“No, it’s okay, babe. I really like this one.” Reassuring him with a kind smile, you then transfer it to the waiter. “Thank you.”

“You know,” Staring at your plate, you smile, twisting your fork into the buttered pasta. “You’ve been such a gentleman.”

“Really?” Almost desperately, he looks up. “You think so?”

“Are you kidding me? The flowers? The hotel? My necklace? This restaurant? And then what you did at work? I really can’t believe you’re doing all of this for me.”

Internally, you wonder if he’d done these types of things for Carol, too. And whether or not he did, you hope he continues to do it with you.

“I told you I’d take care of you.” He says while stabbing his fork into a piece of food. “Whatever you want,” And then he’s looking up into your eyes, carob-colored orbs staring into your own. “It’s yours.”

And he really meant it. Because as soon as you said you, I want you, he was paying for your bill. He’d been itching to get his hands back on your body since you left his lap in the hotel room. Before leaving, though, he asks if you’d like anything else. More wine? Dessert? Being that it’s Valentine’s Day, you ordered two slices of cheesecake with strawberry drizzle and chocolate ganache, hoping to share it back in your room.

“Come here,” He rushes out, pushing you up against the wall.

“Baby,” Comes your small giggle. “I have to put this in the - ”

“Just put it down.” Grabbing the box from your hand, he shoves it onto the nearest table, both hands then quickly falling to your ass.

He’s pulling it up, scrunching it along your hips as he positions himself between them. Already, he’s grinding into you, breathing heavily against your neck. You can feel the pressure, the firm weight of his body moving against you, and you almost can’t breathe from it. Your hands find his head, his hair, eyes closing as he starts sucking on your neck.

“Baby…” Gently, you roll your pelvis forward, grinding against him, and it only provokes him to press you further into the wall.

“You’re so beautiful,” Dave mumbles, hands incessant on your body. He’s running his palms along your waist, squeezing your curved features before traveling to your thighs and grabbing them, too. “Fuck, how do you have such a hold on me?”

Breathlessly, you find your words. “Let me get out of this first, baby. Don’t you wanna see your surprise?”

“Fuck.” Dropping his head down, he catches his breath, lifting his head to look you in the eyes. Swallowing thickly, he then nods. “Okay.”

Against his better judgment, he backs up just enough for you to wiggle out between him and the wall. Taking his hand, you kiss it, dropping it when you walk off toward the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”

With a heavy breath, Dave shakes his head, making his way over to the bed. Plopping himself down, he lays back, running a heated palm over his face while he groans. The pulse in his crotch is already so apparent that it hurts, and he’s not sure if you’re getting lingerie on or what but he honestly doesn’t even care. You could come out in a goddamn ghillie suit and he’d still jump on you.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” He replies, head turning in your direction.

“Where are you?”

“Laying on the bed…” His voice trails off as he says it, curious about your plan. “Why?”

“Okay, close your eyes. And stay there!”

Huffing out a chuckle, he does as he’s told, folding his hands over his stomach while doing it. “Okay.” He calls back, “Ready.”

Slowly, the bathroom door creeps open, poking your head out to make sure he’s telling the truth. And when you see that he is, you step toward him with quiet feet.

“Keep them closed, baby…” You remind him gently, running your palms up his covered thighs.

It makes him smile, his insides tingling with excitement. What is this?

Crawling onto his lap, you situate yourself over him, placing your hands on his chest. With a giddy smile, you hum, whispering to him. “Okay, open them.”

He keeps a straight face as his eyelids flutter, caramel orbs growing a bit wide. At first, he sees your face, your angelic face. But then his gaze trails down, taking in the fabric of your tightly cropped top, its bedazzled hemline and long black sleeves. Your midsection is showing, your cute little belly button resting just above the edge of your skirt, more sparkles lining its edge.

“Oh my fucking god.”

It’s funny how quick his opinion on these outfits has changed. When Molly first came home in it, he was livid. Why the fuck did it have to be so short? So revealing? He understands she’s not in high school anymore but still, he wasn’t happy about it. But with you, it’s the complete opposite. He wishes your uniform showed more.

“Do you like it, baby?” It’s a timid question, said while dragging your pointer finger down his chest.

“Baby…” His voice is low, hands reaching up to take hold of your hips.

The first time he ever saw you in it, he’d imagined bending you over and fucking you brainless. And now, he finally has that chance.

“This is for me?” Dave mumbles, unable to tear his eyes away from you.

“Mhm,” Tilting your head to the side, you reach out to cup his face, bringing his gaze back to you as you repeat, “Do you like it, daddy?”

“Princess,” Huffing out a quick breath, he shakes his head. “Get on your fucking knees.”

Before you even have a chance to move, he’s sitting up and pushing you off of his lap. You stumble back, quickly feeling Dave’s hands grab you. He spins you around so your back is against the bed, watching you fall to your knees just like he said.

“Fuck me.” He’s already undoing his belt, “Baby, you have no idea how much I like it.”

“I think I’m getting the hint.” You grin, staring up at him.

You look so pretty, resting on your knees for him, waiting patiently while he undresses. And he does so rapidly, fumbling with his pants before reaching in to pull himself out.

“Baby,” He says, already fighting for breath. “I want you to suck on it.”

He’s completely full and resting in front of your face, tip red and leaking, dripping. Leaning in, your tongue lays out to catch some of it, and you swear you see him twitch. Reaching up, you go to place your hand on his base, but he swats it away.

“No hands.” That deep voice demands, “Just do it.”

The way he’s speaking to you makes your eyes go wide, leaning back against the bed as your lips part for him. His right hand falls behind your head, his other on his base to guide the tip in. Watching intently, his brows narrow, feeling his tip run across your soft skin. He slides it over your bottom lip, glossy precum oozing from the slit.

“I love your little uniform…” He tells you lowly, “Remember seeing you in it for the first time.”

“Rea -”

“No talking.” He grunts, shoving himself in, and you immediately gag on him. “Swallow it, princess, I know you can do it.”

You wiggle back, trying to get a breath but he doesn't let you. Leaning further in, he presses you against the side of the bed, the hand he had on his base moving to hold your jaw open.

“Oh, god.” Tossing his head back, Dave releases a guttural groan, the length of him pulsing inside your throat. Gently, he pets at your hair, feeling you begin to settle down beneath him. “There you go, princess.”

Keeping your eyes open, you stare up at him, doing your best to take deep breaths. You’re also trying to keep your hands at your sides, this new rule forcing you to beg for him. And when he tilts his head back down to see your pretty eyes, he moans, eyes raking over your features. His thumb slides toward your mouth, prodding at your bottom lip.

“A little cheer girl…” He mumbles, a cocky smirk pulling on the corner of his lips. “All for me.”

While maintaining eye contact, you wiggle your tongue beneath him, his jaw dropping as he hisses from the sensation. That’s when both hands drop to your face, his hips moving back. He sets a gentle pace, reveling in the smooth slide of your tongue. Hesitantly, you reach up, wanting to hold his thighs. But remembering his new rule, they shoot back down.

“Good girl,” He praises happily, surprised by your restraint. “Baby, that was so good.”

It provokes a small, happy mewl from your throat, drool slowly but surely beginning to pour down your chin. He can feel it, too, every time his scrotum connects with your skin. The squelch of it quickly becomes loud, but he doesn’t really care. Your blowjobs were usually sloppy.

“Jesus Christ,” He grunts, running the fingers of his dominant hand through the hair at the crown of your head. Harshly, he fists it, moving forward to completely pin your head against the bed. It surprises you, so much so that your hands reach out to grab the fronts of his thighs.

“I said no fucking touching.” Grabbing your wrist, he snaps it to the side, tossing it away from him.

Harshly, he fucks himself into your mouth, staring down while trying to catch his breath. Jesus, he wishes you were both in the stadium. Thinking about pulling you to the side at halftime and fucking your face is making his high arrive far too fast.

“You’re taking it so good, swallowing me so good…” His praise lights your body on fire, makes you moan and want for his touch. “How’s it taste, huh? You like how I taste?”

“Mhm,” Is the most you’re able to get out, eyes rolling back as he slides down your throat again. His tip repeatedly punches against your inner skin, the space between your legs tingling with excitement. And if you can’t touch him, you figure you might as well touch yourself.

David feels your slight shift, glancing further down as he watches your hand slither between your legs. Lifting up the front of your skirt, Dave can see the black lining underneath, your tiny fingers rubbing over it.

“You dirty little thing.” It would be considered degradation if he didn’t say it so lovingly.

The angle is awkward but he wishes so desperately that it wasn’t. He’d give anything to watch you rub yourself while you sucked on him. But he’s already too close to his high, and he wants to do so much more.

With a firm grunt, he pulls himself out of your mouth, listening to your harsh gasp punch into the air. Your chin and neck are wet from it, even the very front of your top.

“C’mere, princess.” With a small groan, he leans down, picking you up by your armpits.

You barely have time to find your footing before he’s shoving you backwards onto the bed and climbing over you. You’re shocked, what is he doing?

“Keep your hands to yourself, sweetheart.” He reminds you, placing his knees on either side of your biceps.

It cages you in, along with his weight pressing into your chest. But he does his best to keep himself upright, not wanting to hurt you. And after a moment, you come to your senses, thinking he must want you to suck him off like this. But that’s before he’s yanking the edge of your top up over your tits. You chose not to wear any garments beneath the uniform, so when he pulls the top up, your breasts immediately bounce out.

“Look at that,” His eyes have gone wide, irises blown as he stares down at your naked chest. But then he does something you wouldn’t have even fathomed. He spits.

Reaching down, he rubs it over your chest, sliding it up and down the valley between your breasts. Your breaths become heavy and ragged, pretty eyes staring up at him as you call out, “David.”

“Have I told you how badly I wanna fuck your tits?” He’s still not looking at you, his wet thumb gliding over your pretty, pebbled peak.

Spitting into his palm, he then returns it to his base, running it over his erection. Inside, your heart is pounding, watching Dave touch himself in front of you like this. And he’s towering over you, chest expanding with every heavy breath.

“Yeah…” Mumbling, he leans in, placing the thickness of his cock in that luscious divot. His hands find either side of your breasts, pushing them together. Dave’s eyes roll back when he does it, feeling your softness encase him. “Yes… yes.”

All too quickly, he’s thrusting himself against you, sliding his cock between your tits while those broad hands continue to fondle them. Occasionally, his thumb will swipe over your nipple, his breaths already quick and erratic.

“Baby, daddy,” Your voice is high and desperate, pleading with him, “Can I please touch you? Please?”

Easily, he gives in, nodding. “Yeah, princess. Touch me, do whatever you want to me.”

Instantly, your hands come up, arms wrapping around his thighs. Your fingertips caress the exposed skin along his pelvis, the curly hairs at his base.

“Fuck me, I’m gonna cum.”

“Really, daddy?”

“Baby, I can’t, I can’t help it. Fuck.”

“Are you gonna cum on my tits, daddy?” You’re only egging him on, feeling the firm thrum of the vein along his shaft.

“Oh, I want to, baby. I really want to.”

“Please do it, baby. Please.” Your voice is soft as you coo to him, staring up at his focused face. But all he’s looking at is your bouncing flesh as it jiggles around his erection, his spit creating the perfect slippery space for him to fuck.

“S-Shit, shit.”

You’re almost speechless, witnessing his reaction to this. Staring up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, the only thing that rips your attention away from him is the warm splatter covering your breasts. He’s groaning above you, hips jerking against your chest. His jaw has dropped completely, brows furrowing harshly as he watches it spurt from his tip. The sensation of it shivers through his pelvis and up his spine, his lungs doing their best to get in adequate breaths.

“Baby…” Sighing, you smile, adoring the blissful look on his face. “Can you get a towel for me?”

Tilting his head, he stares down at you, wondering aloud, “You think I’m not gonna fuck you in this?”

Honestly… yes, you absolutely thought that. With him cumming so quickly, you thought he’d be done for the night. But you’re happily surprised to find out otherwise. And Dave is easily able to read your reaction based on your sly grin.

Climbing off your chest, Dave sighs, dropping his pants the rest of the way down his legs. And when you finally sit up, Dave is right in your face, cupping your cheek so he can kiss you. But you’re only allowed one before he’s grabbing your hips again, this time flipping you onto your stomach. And you move easily with him, the strength he has not giving you much room to protest.

“Fuck, baby.” His voice is ragged, his left hand smacking your ass while his other hold shoves your skirt up and over your hips. Dragging the thin material to the side, he exposes your glistening pink lips, immediately moving to rub his tip against them.

He’s already half hard, his body clearly pent up from the surprise you gave him tonight. Slapping himself against your backside, he groans when you wiggle your hips against him, grinding against his pelvis. By now the spend on your chest has rubbed into the bedsheets, but it’s not really a concern for you. You’ll likely shower afterwards, and you’re sure Dave will call for new sheets.

“I love you,” It was the last thing you expected him to say, but it makes your heart swoon.

“Baby,” Softly, you whine for him. “I love you, too.”

And then, he’s sliding in, his head prodding at your entrance. He easily makes it past the thin skin of your outer lips, feeling your heat surround him once again. And when he’s halfway in, both hands find your hips, guiding you back as he pushes further in.

“Baby,” Gasping, your fingers reach for the comforter, fisting it in your hand.

It stings slightly, and how you’re not used to his girth yet astounds you. A small flutter washes through your hips, and David can feel it. He groans from the way you pulse around him, from the texture of your slick, gummy walls sucking him in.

“I wanna do this again.” He then states, his pace much quicker than before. “Please let me fuck you in this again.”

“You like it that much, huh, daddy?”

“I fucking love it, you’re so goddamn sexy in this.”

Before you can respond, he’s hitting something so powerful inside you that it forces a cry from your throat, a euphoric shiver running through your body.

“I remember the first time I saw you do the splits, your pretty little ass hanging out beneath your skirt. Fuck me, that was so hot, baby.”

“I like that you saw,” You’re breathless, the memory making your insides fizzle with arousal and ecstasy. “I w-wanted you to see.”

Baring his teeth briefly, David’s palm smacks down on your cheek, the hit stinging your soft skin. “I fucking knew it.”

“D-Daddy,” You almost can’t even respond to him, the wetness from your arousal mixing with his own, the combination beginning to drop down your legs.

“And when I saw you do it in my backyard… god damn. I touched myself to it, did you know that, princess? I touched myself to the thought of you after you did that.”

“Fuck, baby!” Thinking of Dave jerking off after seeing your flexibility makes you grin. His want for you was always so obvious, you still wonder how others don’t see it. “I love that, I love it…”

Another swat at your ass and you’re tossing your head back, ragged groans and high whines slipping past your lips. It takes everything in you to bounce back against him, but truthfully, it’s useless. Dave is doing most of the work and he doesn’t mind one damn bit.

“And you were so quick to show me your tits.” He huffs out, laughing. “You were such a whore for it.”

“Fuck me.” Groaning, you smile beneath him, shoving your face into the covers.

“Look at you now,” He coos mockingly, “All bashful for me.”

Leaning over your pliant form, he presses his clothed chest to your barely-covered back. “You weren’t so bashful when I was fucking your mouth, were you, princess?”

Reaching around, your hand finds the back of his head, tilting your own back to press your cheek to his. Smirking, he hums from the feeling of your fingernails dragging across his scalp, his hips unrelenting in their pace against your ass.

“And now you’re mine, all for me. My pretty girl, my perfect princess. You think anyone else is gonna touch you while you’re with me? Huh, baby?”

“No,” Comes your small whimper, your small pleasure center throbbing from the friction you’re receiving. The point of your pelvis is rubbing against the bed with every one of David’s thrusts, and it’s making your head spin.

“Jesus, I can’t believe I get to cum in your tight pussy. Just a sweet thing, a young girl for me to touch whenever I please.”

“Y-Yes, baby. Yes…”

He’s rambling, exposing his innermost thoughts and not regretting one word of it. The way you’re trembling is evident, and it makes him grin.

“Are you going to cum, baby? I won’t be happy until you do.”

“Please, make me. It feels so good when you make me…”

Stuffing his hand down between your belly and the bedsheets, he lowers it to find your throbbing clit, spreading your lips to rub the pad of his pointer finger over it. Almost immediately, you’re crying out and pushing back against him, but his weight keeps you down. Turning his head, he plants an array of kisses on your cheek, from quick to sloppy to firm. Arching your back slightly, you accept it, the euphoria that overcomes you. It’s like you can’t register anything besides him, besides the press of his weight and the sensation of his kisses, the forceful, blissful intrusion of his erection. Pressing against your backside, he stills, shoving himself entirely inside. And the way you choke him forces a guttural groan from his chest, heavy and humid breaths fanning out over your skin.

But then, he’s lifting himself, pulling out with his dominant hand flying down to his shaft. With hurried breaths, he stares down at your ass, jerking himself off over the entrancing curves of it. This time around, it shoots from his tip, thick ropes landing over your bare curves and uniform, painting everything in the nearest vicinity white. You can feel how hot it is, the gooiness of it dripping over your skin. He watches it soak into the fabric of your skirt, smirking to himself at the sight of it. And after a moment, he slows, squeezing the last few drops from his tip.

“D-David,”

“I’m here,” Comes his instant response, left hand gripping you tight. “I’m here, baby…”

Dropping to his knees, he breathes a sigh of contentment, saying once again, I’m here, before shoving his face between your legs.

“Jesus!” You shriek, taken completely off guard by the act.

But he doesn’t stop, he just moans. The vibrations overstimulate you, your hips jerking from it as you giggle. But his hands lift to your hips, keeping you still. Rapidly, his tongue pokes out to lick you, sliding through your sensitive lips with the tip just barely flicking your clit.

And while he enjoys you from behind, you relax into it, reveling in this moment. You’ve never had a man enjoy you so openly, worship you so fully. And you find yourself wondering how he’s going to be on your vacation.

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The Highwayman: Part I - Look For Me By The Moonlight

Fandom: TRR (Historical AU)

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Series Summary: On a dark, moonlit night, a highwayman's luck runs out...

Masterlist: The Highwayman

Chapter Summary: Harper and Drake make a plan...

Word Count: 3,600

Rating/Warnings: M (swearing, references to smut, references to illegal activities)

Chapter theme song:

A/N1: So... This installment took a bit of a turn. Harper and Drake sprung a massive change on me because apparently, the original story was not heartbreaking enough... You have been warned.

A/N2: Astute readers will probably notice that Drake and Harper 'sound' different in this fic. This is deliberate, because this fic is historical fiction (set in the 18th century), rather than contemporary fiction, so I adjusted their vernacular accordingly (that said, I didn't go full Shakespeare because I'm not that extra 😆).

A/N3: As promised, this is my first submission for @choicesprompts January 2024 Song Rewrite Challenge. The song I chose to rewrite is below. I hope to do Parts 2 and 3 shortly as well, but I can't promise both of them for January. But I might surprise myself!

Part I - Look For Me By The Moonlight

The wind lashes the black expanse of the moor, flattening the browned-out clumps of grass against the frozen ground.

I reach a gloved hand up to wedge my cocked hat more securely onto my head, in a bid to stop it from blowing away.

The surefooted Merèns I am sat on picks his way through the brush of gorse and heather, seemingly oblivious to my plight.

"Bloody weather..." I grumble under my breath as a particularly vicious gust cuts through the buttonholes of my knee-length justacorps, instantly snatching away any vestige of warmth I may have managed to salvage.

The horse flicks his ears at the sound of my voice, as if questioning my assessment.

"Your opinion doesn't count," I tell him through gritted teeth, trying to work some warmth back into toes that have become chilled to the bone.

Drogon throws me a flippant raspberry as we skirt ‘round a flat-topped cairn.

Just then, the wind blasts through the cracks in the rocks, causing a ghostly tune to whistles out into the cold of the night.

The coal-coated stallion flattens his ears against his head, tossing his head in displeasure at the unearthly sound.

"Not so cocky now, eh, mon gross?" I grin, reaching out to give him a reassuring pat on his neck.

The horse responds with a sour-faced snort, stepping quickly past the moss-covered waypost — a brazen reminder of this land's heathen roots.

Because despite the House of Rys' conversion to Christianity almost a millennia ago, in the far-flung reaches of the kingdom — where the roads ran out, and the name of the King is just that... a name — the tenet of the old ways is more than just a memory.

It is a living, breathing ethos. Suffused into the very heart of this harsh, rugged, yet beautiful land. Where portents, spells, and otherworldly creatures exist in the same breath as Christ, the Eucharist, and Judgement Day, and the very air crackles with mysticism and superstition.

Which is partly what drew me here — to the edge of the proverbial map, where the laws of Cordonia fray into irrelevance in the face of the jagged peaks of the snow-capped mountains, and your fortune is what you craft it to be.

Not that I can afford to be flippant with my conduct...

As even this far from the capital, the King's Greencoats still man outposts and send forth patrols in a bid to maintain order. But their presence is cursory at best. Because if you know the moor — like I do — it becomes simple to lose yourself in the mist.

Plus, the superstitious inclinations of the border folk have aided in cloaking my less than savoury operations in the guise of fireside tales — spreading news of my exploits while keeping my identity masked behind successive, and ever more fantastical embellishments.

The Black Cavalier. The Raven Rider. The Headless Huntsman. Midnight Jack.

These are all names I've carried over the years.

But — more often than not — I am referred to simply as The Highwayman.

For that is what I am. A bandit. An outlaw. A common rogue living on the wrong side of propriety with no hope of redemption. For I've committed far too many sins in this life.

I've lied, cheated, stolen, and fleeced. Not to mention evaded the Greencoats one too many times for their liking. So, I wouldn't be surprised if the promotion-hungry Captain Belvedere Beaumont — who has been after my head for years — keeps a noose specifically for me in his saddlebag.

Because, worst of all, I've killed.

I've taken men's lives at both gunpoint and sword-point. Sometimes they've even begged. But I've cut them down regardless.

The ultimate sin.

But, there has never been honour amongst thieves. And if an unfortunate bastard chooses to pull a weapon on me, then I'm going to make damn sure that that becomes his last mistake, not mine.

I like living too much.

Especially as — after nigh on one-and-half score years on this Earth— I have finally found something to live for.

From out of the darkness, a lone spec of golden light hoves into view, nestled between the lee of a pair of windswept hills.

And, in spite of the hellish nature of the night, I feel the corner of my mouth lift.

As gold and jewels — while pretty and useful — pass through your hands just as fast as you acquire them, and sure as hell don't keep you warm at night. That is... unless you have someone to share your treasure with.

"Hue!" I urge, nudging Drogon into a trot.

But the opinionated stallion clearly has other ideas. As after a mere two steps, he launches into a full-fledged canter.

Not that I can necessarily blame him. We've been on the road... or lack thereof, for hours, and the sight of the twinkling promise of reprieve from the cold is enough to warrant anyone — man, or beast — to pick up their feet.

But, instead of riding up to the front of the gable-arched establishment, I direct my steed 'round to the back.

Slipping out of the saddle in the shadow of the stable block, I pull my sabre carefully from its scabbard as I reach for the metal of the door handle.

Creaking the heavy wooden door open, I sneak a glance inside. A man of my profession — and reputation — cannot afford to be lenient. So, an over-abundance of caution is a must. As is a well-sharpened blade.

Four horses occupy the darkened space, their heads coming to poke out into the gangway to assess my arrival. And, apart from the barn cat dozing on a bale of hay in the corner, there is nary a soul in sight.

Pushing the door wider, I lead Drogon into the relative warmth of the structure. Espying an empty stall to my left, I direct the horse towards the manger affixed to the wall, when I suddenly hear the scrape of boots on the hard-packed earth behind me.

Whipping around, the cold metal of my sword flashes through the air, like the talons of a kite, seeking its target.

A loud gasp of surprise rises into the air as the point of the blade meets the soft flesh of the intruder's gullet.

"Please, sir!" cries Emile, the stable hand, in fright. "I only came to—"

"Drop that lantern, and there'll be almighty hell t' pay..." I warn, seeing the lantern that the youth is holding shake dangerously in his hand.

The last thing I need tonight is the barn catching fire.

The lad swallows nervously, but nods, tightening his grip on the brass handle.

"Anyone else about?" I ask, scanning the dark.

Emile jerks his head. "Jus' me an' Lupin..."

Glancing past him, I spot the bedraggled hound ambling towards its master on bowed legs.

Sheathing the weapon, I move back towards Drogon to unclasp the saddlebags. "Feed and water the horse, but leave him saddled. My business will be brief."

"Of course, sir," bobs the lad, having recovered control of his faculties somewhat.

Hefting the bags onto my shoulder, I reach into the hidden pocket of my coat. Pulling out a ha' piece of silver, I flip it to the boy.

He catches it with wide eyes.

"For the trouble," I tell him as I stride past. Glancing back from the doorway, I add, "And if anyone asks, you never saw me."

"Thank ye, sir!" he affirms, quickly pocketing the coin. "An’ welcome back t’ The Crown & The Flame!"

Slipping back out into the night, I make my way quickly along the side of the barn. Locating the weather-worn ladder that leads up to the hayloft, I quickly scale the somewhat slick rungs. Grabbing onto the extruding stone lintel above the hayloft door, I use the imperfections in the crumbling mortar to pull myself up onto the peat-lined roof.

Scrambling across the ridge of the gambrel, I draw upon my destination — a lone, casement window suspended on the side of the inn, the light of a single candle flickering within.

Crouching down, I cup my hands to my face. Taking a breath, I imitate the call of a cuckoo, hoping that it will carry over the sound of the wind rattling the shutters.

I wait a second... then two...

The window creaks open.

"I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me..."

She is leaning against the side jamb, head cocked to the side as she regards me with a wry look, her long, flaxen hair lying half-pleated over one breast.

I scoff back at her as I pull the saddlebags from my shoulder. "Not a chance in hell, lass."

She rolls her eyes at me, but pushes the stile wider, nevertheless.

Securing my stance, I assess the distance. Raising my hand, I test the weight, and with a determined movement, send the pack sailing through the air.

Reaching her arms out, she catches it with practiced ease.

"It's heavy," she remarks, slotting the bags down.

"That a complaint I hear?" I ask dryly, straightening back up.

"'Tis merely an observation," she replies with a shrug, the soft cotton of her shift sliding seductively off her shoulder in the process.

I shake my head as I retreat back across the stable roof somewhat. This lass is going to be the death of me...

Turning back 'round, I take a couple of long-legged strides across the hardened peat, before throwing myself across the divide.

My gut drops like a leaden ball at the momentary sense of weightlessness — my actions at diametric odds with my God-given sense of self-preservation — as the passage of time seems to slow...

...but then my boot hits the metal sill of the window and the heavy hand of Chronos comes crashing back down on me like a hard wave against the shore.

Grasping the coolness of the central mullion, I pull myself into the haven of her room.

"God," she says with a shudder, throwing her arms 'round my neck. "You send a piece of my soul to the grave each time you do that..."

"You'd rather I take the stairs?" I drawl, the honey and wood-fire scent of her hair washing over me, warming me like the heat of the summer sun.

"And risk being caught?" she tuts. "In truth, I am not certain what would be the worse fate."

"Getting whipped by your father, for sure," I reply solemnly. "I don't think my pride could survive it."

She pulls back from me with an aghast look. "So, you would risk a broken leg... or worse, over my Da's ire?"

"Until the day I can make an honest woman of you, aye," I confirm, lifting her face to mine with a gloved finger. "I will not risk your reputation."

She laughs up at me. "You shredded my reputation when you tumbled me in the hay, good sir!"

"Aye," I concede with a smirk. "But no one knows that."

"Well, they might soon..." she admits, dropping a hand to the front of her shift.

The breath tangles in my throat. "You... You are not..."

Her hazel eyes sparkle with feeling. "With child... Yes."

Her words hit me like grapeshot out of the blue. "Nom de Dieu..."

Her smile falters in the face of my no-doubt ashen expression. "You... You are not pleased?"

I bark out a laugh. "Pleased? Mon coeur, I am over the damn moon!" Lifting her into the air, I spin her 'round in a joyous arc. "I believed myself to be blessed already for the fact that a golden-haired siren such as yourself even deigned to look at a wretch like me, much less offer me her heart."

"I offered nothing," she counters breathlessly as I set her back down. "You stole my heart the very moment you looked upon me."

"Lucky for me that I have some skill in that area," I smirk, bending towards her.

She lays into me with a playful smack. "Incorrigible rogue! Your silver tongue could disarm the devil!"

"I should hope so..." I murmur, tangling a hand in her silken hair. "It managed to disarm you..."

Our lips meet, and she melts against me with a sigh.

"Christ, I love you, Harper..." I groan, tightening the heartfelt hold I have on her, albeit mindful of the new life budding inside her.

"I love you too, Drake," she whispers, gazing up at me with complete adoration as she runs her fingers down my face. "With all that I am."

My heart constricts in my chest.

A child... Our child...

In truth, I never dared dream of it. It is not something that I believed to be in the cards for me, living as I do, in the shadow of the night... and the law. Where one simple miscalculation could end with a bullet to the gut... or a noose around the neck.

But I never thought to trade it. The thrill... The freedom... It was too addictive.

That is... until I chanced upon the bright-eyed lass currently cradled in my arms.

I hadn't meant to succumb to her. I hadn't meant to do anything quite as foolish as fall in love. But she managed to slay me with a single smile. And I've been a fool for her ever since.

Fool enough to get her child, it seems, before I even secured her father's blessing, much less married her!

I really am an incorrigible rogue...

"Drake?" The softness of her voice cuts through my senses. "My love? Are you—?"

"I am fine," I assure her, turning my head to drop a kiss into her palm. "I was just thinking..."

"Always dangerous..." she quips with a smirk.

"Hey," I counter, clasping her hands in mine. "It was a lack of thought that landed the two of us in this quandary, so—"

Her mouth parts in shock. "You dare call your own child a quandary?"

I meet her eye with a level look. "He will be called a damn sight worse if he arrives into this world out of wedlock. Not to mention the fate that awaits his mother..."

Her shoulders slump in dejection. "My father would disown me for sure..."

"And cast you out onto the moor, newborn babe in tow," I add grimly.

She heaves a morose breath. "I do despise it when you talk sense..."

"It is the thankless burden I was born to bear..."

She smacks me again.

"But in all seriousness," I continue, catching her hand in mine once more. "We must be prudent, mon coeur. The child will be here before we know it, and it is our precious duty to do best by him."

"How do you know it will be a he?" she asks softly as I lift her hands to my lips.

"Have I ever given you cause to doubt me, lass?" I ask her, feathering a kiss over her knuckles.

"Cocksure rake..." she admonishes. But her fingers tighten 'round mine nevertheless.

"So," I conclude, straightening back up, "I am thinking that it's high time we eloped."

Her eyes widen. "Elope!"

"There is a small church, about a half-day's ride from here—"

"But my father...!"

"The contents of that saddle bag should more than compensate him for the loss of his serving wench," I tell her. "As well as cover your dowry."

Her mouth opens — no doubt in planned protest — but she suddenly thinks better of it. "Alright," she agrees, raising her face to mine with a beaming smile. "Let's find that priest!"

"Whoa, whoa!" I chuckle, pulling her back into my arms as she tries to spin away. "Hold your horses, woman!"

"I thought you wanted to be quick about this," she counters.

"I do," I affirm. "But it's the middle of the night and I don't have a horse for you, much less a ring..."

She glances towards the window. "I am sure there's something in those bags we can misappropriate for our purposes. And I can saddle up Devlin. He is a cart-horse, but I am sure—"

I shake my head. "Nay. I want to start our new life together as a reformed man. No more thieving... No more profiting off ill-gotten gains."

"But how will we—?"

"Don't you worry your pretty head about that, my sweet," I assure her. "I have enough booty stashed away to buy you a palfrey, as well as a ring that is worthy of your otherworldly beauty—"

She blushes at my compliment. "Don't exaggerate, sir..."

"'Tis no exaggeration," I assure her with a wink. "And perchance even enough to let us acquire a flat in town, or a small holding in the interior... Or if none of that takes your fancy, I'll build us a cottage in the woods, or a cot by the sea, and—"

"I've never set eyes upon the sea..." she breathes in wonder.

"The point is," I conclude. "We have sufficient coin to afford ourselves the freedom of choice, mon coeur."

She arches a skeptical brow. "And when we run out?"

I let out a low exhale. "And when we run out, I suppose I'll have to pick up an honest trade."

She scoffs. "You? Honest? Those two words don't abide each other, Drake. You've been a scoundrel your whole life!"

"And yet... somehow,"I roll my eyes at her ruefully. "You are about to make an honest man out of me, Harper. So, I am loath to admit that the concept may not be as outlandish as it may appear at first blush."

"I suppose," she concedes with an equally wry quirk to her mouth. "Just don't lose your zest for life. It is the very thing I fell in love with."

"I thought it was my roguish charm," I counter.

"The two go hand in hand," she assures me, lifting her face to mine again.

Our lips fuse — with greater ardency this time — and I am loath to part from her.

But, I know that I must. The night is wearing on, and if I am to abide by my promise to her, I must get back on the road.

"Unpack the bags and hide the gold where your father is sure to find it," I tell her, pulling myself away with great difficulty.

She nods silently, cheeks flushed from our heated exchange.

Slipping out of my arms, she retrieves the saddlebags from their place by the wall and carries it to the other side of the room. Locating the loose floorboard at the foot of the bed, she dumps the contents in and replaces the covering.

"When will you return?" she asks, handing the bags back to me.

"As hastily as I can," I assure her. "But if the Greencoats are out in force, I may need to trek via the marshes, which will take longer and be more arduous."

"Please take care," she pleads, grasping my hand in hers. "The marshes are treacherous, especially in the winter."

"I always do," I soothe, reaching up to cup her face with my free hand. "But should I do not return by noon, then look for me by the moonlight."

"I will," she affirms, eyes shining with fervour. "I love you."

"I love you, too, mon coeur," I rasp, drawing her in for one final kiss.

She presses herself to me, as aggrieved by our forced parting as I, and I kiss her hungrily back. But I know in my heart that the brief absence will be worth the bitterness of the sorrow.

Because this time tomorrow, I hope to call her my wife.

Breaking off the kiss, I swing the empty bags back onto my shoulder and turn towards to the still-open window.

"Wait!"

Turning around, I spot her pulling the dark red ribbon from the unfinished pleat in her hair.

"What's this?" I ask as she holds it out for me.

"A good-luck charm," she replies. "To speed you back to me."

I lift the silken strip from her fingers, and press it to my lips. "I'll always return to you, mon coeur. Even if hell should bar the way."

"I know," she says simply. "But a small trinket cannot hurt your efforts. Now, fly! Fly like a witch on the wind! And give Drogon a kiss from me."

"I'd rather steal another kiss from you," I admit, tucking the ribbon against my heart.

"I'd rather save some for the wedding night..." she counters with a sly look.

I throw her a sidelong glance as I climb back onto the window sill. "Lass, you can rest assured that we'll be doing a damn sight more than kissing on our wedding night..."

The waves of her now loosened hair brush my shoulder as she leans in to whisper, "I didn't say which part of you I'm saving the kisses for."

A deep-throated groan tumbles from my lips as she drops a teasing kiss on my neck. "You're going to be the death of me, woman..."

"A little suspense never killed anyone," she counters cheekily.

"Somehow I doubt that," I scoff as I drop back into the night.

The story continues in Part II - On The Stroke Of Midnight

A/N: Translations for the French below:

Mon gross - lit. 'my fat' but as a slang term, it is the equivalent of 'my buddy' or 'my bro'.

Hue - apparently this is a somewhat archaic equestrian command that was used to tell the horse to go (equiv. to giddy-up). Not 100% sure if the e is supposed to have an accent, so if anyone knows, tell me!

Mon coeur - lit. 'my heart' but connotatively the same as 'my love'

Nom de Dieu - lit. ‘name of God’, but connotatively the same as ‘Oh, my God’ or ‘Good God’

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Akuma Flashpoint - Chapter 1

Art by @carolgpr (thank you so much again for this fantastic work)

Rated: M

Chapters: 1/?

Summary: It was over. Gabriel was in jail, the butterfly miraculous had been recovered, Emelie was in recovery and the heroes knew their identities. All that was left was the sentencing of Gabriel, and they could finally, after eight years of superhero work, close that chapter of their lives. But when Gabriel escapes for one last hurrah, and akuma, things didn't resolve quickly. One ill-timed wish warps reality around Marinette, and she suddenly finds herself in a world where nothing is right, and Hawkmoth is winning.

Canon compliant up to Season 3, Episode 'Ladybug'. Miracle Queen never happened. Canon divergent from that point forward, but might borrow a few details from later seasons. Very loosely inspired by DC's Flashpoint Paradox (the animated movie). Updates on the last Monday of every month.

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A/N: I'm super happy to be sharing this story, finally! For the record, I already have up to Chapter 10 of this story written, so it's not one that's going to suddenly be abandoned. I already have the end of it and everything, and if I manage to get a few chapters further ahead, I might consider posting more than once a month. But that will depend on how it goes. Enjoy what I hope becomes a wild ride for your feelings!

Distorted Reality

It was over. After years of fighting, of struggling with knowing the truth, it was finally over. Hawkmoth was defeated. But at a price.

Team Miraculous never had intentions of releasing Hawkmoth’s identity to the public. Ladybug gave him the chance to quietly return the butterfly miraculous and let him move on with his life. But Gabriel Agreste was tougher than the smell of dog excrement under a person’s shoe. Even after Nathalie betrayed him and Adrien begged him to give up, the man refused. And soon enough, law enforcement intervened.

Gabriel was then arrested and made to wait for the justice system to do its work.

It was a bittersweet ending for the team, but it didn’t stop them from having a small get-together the day before he was convicted. Everyone arrived at Marinette and Adrien’s apartment as a team, for what they hoped would be the last time. There were kwamis flying about. Teammates who had never interacted befriended each other. But for Adrien, it was inevitable to hear forms of condolences, as if he had lost his father.

“It’s not like he was ever there,” Adrien complained at the end of the night, when the most trusted team members where the only ones left sitting around a coffee table. “How can you lose someone you never actually had in the first place?”

“They’re just saying what they think is respectful,” Luka sighed, pulling back the few bangs that had fallen down his brushed back hair. “They don’t know what else to say, and they don’t want to be rude to you by saying what they really think.”

“I’m sure that whatever they think, I’ve already thought of it.” Adrien took a sip of his glass of wine.

“Yeah, well, they don’t know that,” Nino added, giving his best friend a light pat on the shoulder. “But what matters is that you know and helped put his stiff ass in jail.”

Adrien snorted.

“They have a point,” Marinette said, cozying up on his other side, holding a glass of her own with both hands. “Besides, we gave him a chance. It’s not your fault, or any of ours, that he didn’t take our offer.”

“Ridiculous,” Chloé said under her breath, before taking a swig of the bottle she was holding. “Utterly ridiculous.”

“How much of that have you had?” Alya asked, as she took the bottle from the blonde.

“Clearly, not enough, if I can still understand all of you.”

“Half of that bottle and two glasses earlier,” Kagami responded instead.

“Snitch,” Chloé scoffed. She tried stealing the bottle back, but Alya gave it to Nino to keep it away. She huffed before standing up and heading to the kitchen.

“I still can’t believe this is real,” Marinette sighed. “After eight years, I was starting to think we’d never get those miraculouses back.”

“Hear, hear.” Nino lifted the bottle.

“It’s only too bad he didn’t give it up willingly,” Adrien muttered, slightly sinking into the chair. “Would’ve been nice if he had shown at least one last shred of humanity before getting taken.”

“Screw your pops,” Nino said after taking a mouthful of wine. “He doesn’t deserve your pity or good wishes. You said it yourself when we found out his identity. The dude’s irredeemable.”

“Alya—”

“Got it.” Said woman pried the bottle away from her fiancé.

“Hey, I’m not Chloé level buzzed yet,” he complained, beanie slightly askew.

“Pah-lease,” the blonde in question said as she entered the room with a new bottle. “You wish you had my alcohol tolerance.”

As if the universe wanted to contradict her statement, Chloé missed the sofa by an inch, her butt falling to the carpet instead. She cleared her throat and wiggled about, trying to play it off as if planned.

“Smooth,” Luka commented.

Kagami, on the other hand, rolled her eyes as she got up from her chair and took the new bottle away. Chloé protested, but her drunken state made her a pathetic fighter.

“The hearing is in less than twenty-four hours,” Kagami stated. “Do you all plan on being hungover tomorrow?”

“Maybe,” Nino shrugged.

“Guys, Kagami’s right,” Alya said dejectedly, placing her own glass on the coffee table. “We gotta be responsible for one more night. Marinette, I expected better from you.”

Marinette gasped. “How dare you. I’ve only had two glasses—”

“Two and a half,” Adrien corrected.

“Shh.” He chuckled at her antics. “I am the most responsible woman in this group. I am Ladybug: Queen of responsibility.”

“Until you become Lady Noire: Lady of puns.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“I’m on the side of truth tonight. That’s Kagami’s.”

“Traitor.”

The rest of the group groaned as Marinette and Adrien playfully bickered. Although they were used to it, Marinette knew it was still slightly annoying for them. But she didn’t care. She enjoyed these moments with Adrien. It reminded her of all the reasons she said yes to his proposal. Of why she had moved in with him and often imagined just running off to city hall, instead of waiting for the wedding they were planning.

“I swear, if you two don’t stop—”

But Nino didn’t get to finish his sentence. There was a sudden collective emergency alarm resounding around the room, coming from all their phones. A sound that had not been heard for three months already. Everyone quietly checked their notifications, hoping that it was not what they thought it was. Only to be sorely disappointed.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Adrien breathed.

Kagami was the first standing to grab the remote. When the television turned on, they were immediately greeted by Nadja Chamack on the streets, reporting their worst fear.

“Police suspect that Agreste had help in his escape from prison. Unfortunately, they’ve yet to find his whereabouts at this moment. In the meantime, an akuma calling herself The Genie has been terrorizing the city, demanding Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculouses—”

“TIKKI!” Marinette called towards the kitchen. It only took a second for seven kwamis to zip into the living room.

“We heard!” Tikki said, worried. “We have to stop and find him!”

“Wait!” Chloé intervened, struggling to stand up. “How are we supposed to stop him when we’re in this state?!”

“I’m-hic-with Chloé,” Nino hiccupped.

“Just when you think it’s safe to drink,” Adrien lamented.

“Okay, who drank the least?” Marinette asked. Kagami, Luka and Alya raised their hands. “Okay, you three and I will go on ahead. Adrien, you get these two something to lower the buzz and come as soon as you’re ready.”

“You really think that’s safe?”

“We have to move before he gets away,” Marinette reasoned. “We don’t have time to waste.”

Adrien’s features hardened, as he nodded in understanding. Several magic phrases later, Ladybug, Rena Rouge, Ryuko and Viperion were running through the balcony doors and jumping over the rooftops. After several blocks, they arrived at the source of the commotion.

From their vantage point on top of a building, what they saw could only be described as bizarre. Some people were running away from what looked like giant versions of cute things, like dogs, cats, hamsters, and a snake. Others seemed to be… happy crying? That, while holding either objects or people.

“I don’t understand,” Ryuko muttered, her eyes scanning across the street.

“Talk about weird,” Rena Rouge agreed.

“What’s our move, Boss?” Viperion turned to Ladybug.

“We need to find the akuma first. Let’s split up, and whomever finds it first, call the rest.”

The team nodded, immediately running to separate directions. Ladybug, on the other hand, couldn’t help but search in the direction of Master Fu’s massage parlor: where they had last seen the butterfly miraculous. She had to know if the old guardian was okay, if Gabriel hurt him in any way to get the miraculous back.

When she entered the building where his parlor was, the first thing she noticed was how the door was ajar. Ladybug took a deep breath, holding to her yoyo tightly as she neared the entrance. She slowly exhaled.

BAM

Ladybug kicked the door fully open, just as it was illuminated by lightning from the window. The place was a mess. There was dirt everywhere from the plants. But most importantly to her, at that time, was the small old man unconscious on the ground.

“Master Fu!” Ladybug slid to her knees and took him in her arms. There was a drip of blood flowing from his temple, seeming to be caused by a blunt object. “Please, wake up. Master!”

There was a low groan, allowing Ladybug to release a breath of relief.

“The box,” he croaked.

The superheroine frowned, her eyes quickly scanning the room. While the phonograph was splayed across the floor in two pieces, the compartment containing the miracle box seemed intact.

“The box is fine. Whoever did this didn’t—”

“No.” Master Fu started checking his pockets. “The box. With the butterfly miraculous. It’s gone. Nooroo is gone.”

It was true then. It really was Hawkmoth out there. Whoever broke in must’ve entered when Master Fu was in the middle of one of his therapy sessions with Nooroo. The poor little thing had been through so much.

“Do you remember who did this?” she asked. “Was it Gabriel?”

“I don’t—I don’t remember,” the old man said groggily. “I can’t think straight.”

Ladybug immediately opened her communicator and called emergency services, giving the address they needed to send an ambulance. While they waited, she took several blankets to rest his head. She looked around the room, hoping to find any clues on the perpetrator.

Had it been Gabriel, or whoever broke him out of jail? Or both? Who could have such a connection with him to want him free? It couldn’t be Nathalie. She had left for Tibet once her testimony was given to the authorities. She was in charge of overseeing Emelie’s recovery in the Guardians Temple, thus had no reason to help Gabriel.

Neither Mrs. Bourgeois nor Mrs. Tsurugi wanted anything to do with them, much less when they knew it could damage the strained relationships they already had with their daughters. The Gabriel company cut all ties with him, and none of his employees remained loyal. Who else knew him well enough to feel sympathy for him?

* * *

Ladybug was back swinging on the rooftops during light rain, after the ambulance took Master Fu to the hospital. Normally she would have gone with him, but Mr. Raincomprix of the Police Department promised to have guards keeping an eye on him. So, for the moment, Master Fu would be under the authorities care.

With one less problem to worry about, Ladybug was able to go back into the real battle. Following the tracking device in her communicator, she ran towards her team’s signals as fast as she could. She jumped down the building right next to Rena Rouge’s mark.

“I’m here!” she announced, turning to the fox heroine. “What’s the…status.”

Where a superheroine was supposed to be standing, instead there was a woman in a big, puffy wedding dress. Fighting off small dinosaurs.

“This is ridiculous!” Rena Rouge complained, using a bouquet as if it was her flute. Petals flying everywhere. “Let,” swing, “me,” swing, “pass!”

Without skipping a beat, Ladybug used her yoyo to beat away the little critters. Meanwhile, Rena Rouge growled, as she tried to lift her pompous skirt.

“This akuma is annoying,” she said through gritted teeth.

“How did this happen?” Ladybug placed her weapon back on her waist.

“The Genie happened,” Rena huffed, kicking off a pair of high heels. “She showed up, and all she did was look at me and say: Your wish is my command. Next thing I know, I’m walking around in this.”

She gestured towards the dress. Ladybug tapped her lips with a finger.

“So, she probably grants wishes,” she thought out loud. “We need to find Ryuko and Viperion.”

“I think they were around the corner.”

With a nod, the two women ran in the direction they hoped their teammates would be. However, just as they turned the corner, several large toys invaded their path. Before Ladybug could do anything, they took Rena Rouge, yelling ‘Our Princess’ over and over. Ladybug was about to go after them, when she heard Viperion’s distinctive voice yelling reassurances.

She turned to see Ryuko floating upwards, as Viperion did his best to keep her grounded.

“Don’t let go, Viperion!” Ryuko yelled.

“I swear, I won’t!”

“I will kick your ass if you do!”

“I know!”

“What the hell is going on?” The voice of Chat Noir said beside her. Although she was relieved to hear his voice, her attention was on the floating heroine.

“They’re…getting wishes granted,” Ladybug answered absentmindedly, her head tilting.

“Ryuko wanted to float?”

Ladybug squinted.

“With her powers, that doesn’t make sense,” she thought out loud. She placed a hand on her chin. “Maybe it’s about how—”

“LOOK OUT!”

Chat Noir slammed his body against hers, sending them both several feet away from a dog shooting lasers out of their eyes.

“Why would anyone want a dog who shoots lasers?!” Ladybug yelped.

“Some kid out there has been watching too many cartoons,” Chat Noir commented.

“You okay, dudes?” Carapace’s voice said from above. Ladybug looked up, but instead of wearing the green hoodie outfit, he was dressed in a tuxedo of the same color.

“What happened to you?” she asked.

“Dunno,” he shrugged. “I was on my way here, and next thing I know, I’m dressed like I’m going to my wedding.”

“Wedding?” Ladybug scanned the area for Rena Rouge. It seemed she had gotten away from the giant toys and was now still trying to fight in the orange wedding dress, the bouquet looking more like a bunch of dying weeds. She looked back at Ryuko. And then back to Carapace. Her eyes widened. “The akuma is called Genie, right?”

“Yeah?” the men said in unison.

“And we can assume her power is granting wishes, right?”

“What are you getting at?” Carapace frowned.

“I don’t think Ryuko wished to float, and I’m a hundred percent sure the last thing Rena wants is to get married during a battle.”

“Meaning…?” Chat Noir squinted.

“We have to be careful what we wish for,” Ladybug concluded. “We can’t wish for anything. Not even in our minds, just in case.”

“Sounds simple enough,” Carapace shrugged.

“That’s what you think,” a voice behind them said.

In an instant, Ladybug and Chat Noir rose to their feet, making a battle pose. In front of them was what looked like a character from the animated Aladdin movie. Her skin was completely blue, and she wore a bustier with baggy pants. Her nose and mouth were covered by a belly dancer veil. Only her purple eyes were clearly visible under her bangs.

“I’m not a pushover, like other champions,” The Genie declared, slowly pulling her arms back. “I will get what I wish for, and not even you will stop me.”

“Isn’t there a rule that genies can’t grant wishes for themselves?” Chat Noir quipped.

“But I’m not a regular genie, now am I?” the villain then rested an elbow on her hand, fingers under her chin. “Once I have your miraculouses, I can get any wish a genie could want.”

“Miraculous wish?” Ladybug parroted. She and Chat Noir exchanged gazes, hoping they hadn’t arrived at the same hypothesis. Before they could say anything else, Carapace had placed a hand on her bicep.

“You’re not making any sense,” he said. Ladybug frowned, but noticed his eyes glimpsed to somewhere behind Genie. “I still don’t understand how your wish could come true with the two miraculouses.”

“It really isn’t clear,” she joined, trying not to give away Queen Bee sneaking behind the villain, ready to strike Venom.

“I think you’ve been given some false promises there, Genie,” Chat Noir mocked, using his staff like a cane and leaning forward on it.

“Hmph.” Genie closed her eyes. “You really think I’m that stupid.”

With a split-second movement, Genie was facing the other way, squeezing Queen Bee’s wrist. The superheroine screamed in pain, her weapon clattering on the floor.

“Bee!” Ladybug, Chat Noir and Carapace shouted in unison, as they ran to her aid. However, before they could get to her, Genie swung her towards them. All four landed painfully on the ground, as the villain vanished in swirling smoke.

“Where did she go?!” Ladybug panted, sitting up. Not a second later, a chilling laugh echoed in the air, with no point of origin.

“Bug,” Queen Bee grunted. “I think she broke my wrist.”

“That’s not good,” Chat Noir whispered, taking off his belt to wrap it around the injury.

“I can’t remember the last time one of use got seriously hurt in an attack,” Carapace commented, holding Queen Bee’s arm steady through her hissing.

“I shouldn’t have asked you two to come,” Ladybug lamented. “Not only are we a little rusty, but we’re clearly not in condition to be fighting.”

“This was my choice,” Queen Bee retorted, burning her eyes on their leader. “We had won. I am not letting stupid Gabriel get away with this. Not after everything we’ve been through. After everything we achieved. Everything I achieved…”

Ladybug’s face fell. “Chloé,” she said quietly, placing a hand on the blonde’s shoulder, “He’s not getting away with it. We beat him once. We can do it again.” She looked at Carapace. “Keep her safe, while Chat and I go after Genie.”

“Sure thing, Ma’am,” Carapace nodded, placing an arm around Queen Bee. “Kick that akuma’s ass for me.”

“Aye, aye, sir.” Chat Noir gave his best friend a two-fingered salute.

The original duo stood up and walked together to the middle of the street, where they stood back to back. Alert, waiting to see where Genie would show up.

“Just like old times, huh?” Chat Noir commented, loud enough for his fiancé to hear.

“Don’t we always say that, every time it’s just the two of us again?” Ladybug quipped back, while scanning the area.

“And it never gets old, Bugaboo.”

Ladybug chuckled. “You always know how to break the tension, Chaton.”

“One of my many talents.”

“ENOUGH!” A voice echoed angrily in the air. There was a puff of blue smoke, and the next thing they knew, both were sent flying in opposite directions.

Ladybug landed hard on the concrete. Suddenly very thankful that the suit protected her from scrapping any skin against it. She raised her head, to see Genie standing where she and Chat Noir had been only a moment ago. On the other side of the street was her partner, almost on his feet.

Unfortunately, the second he was up, Genie disappeared from where she was, to reappear right behind him.

“Chat Noir!” Ladybug yelled. But it didn’t matter. He still got hit on the back of the head, with enough force to make him fall on his knees. Genie raised her arm again, but Ladybug swung and wrapped her yoyo just in time to stop her.

Gotcha, she thought triumphantly.

Genie’s head snapped towards Ladybug, sending a chill down her spine. Nevertheless, she kept her grip firm on the yoyo. The problem was that so did Genie. The villain grabbed the string and started pulling on it. Meanwhile, Ladybug did her best to stand her ground, but the akuma was surprisingly strong.

“Come here, Little Bug,” Genie hissed as she yanked the string hard enough to drag Ladybug several meters forward.

The superheroine gritted her teeth as she attempted to do the same to the akuma. With little success, only managing to anchor her feet where she was.

“You’re so annoying,” Genie huffed.

The next second, she was gone again, making Ladybug fall backwards. Chat Noir had regained his balance enough to run to her side, to make sure she was all right. He had just helped her back to her feet, when she was pulled back as if from an invisible rope around her stomach. Once again, sent flying across the street.

“Why don’t you fight us head on, you coward?!” Chat Noir yelled, any trace of playfulness gone.

A chilling chuckle resounded in the air.

“As you wish, pretty boy,” the disembodied voice of Genie said.

There was another puff of blue smoke, and the villain hit his chin upwards with the palm of her hand. Chat Noir staggered backwards, attempting to raise his staff. The next blow he managed to block with is weapon, but Genie immediately followed it with a hard kick to his stomach.

All the while, Ladybug slowly stood up, trying her best to ignore the pain on her ribs. This akuma was of the kind they rarely ever saw. It was almost like she had purposely allowed herself to be akumatized. Much like Catalyst on the first Heroes Day.

If there was anything she had learned from these type of akumas, it was that they were far more powerful than the regular brand. Mainly, because they weren’t aimless. Not only was their goal clear, but they collaborated with Hawkmoth to create a more coherent plan.

Ladybug breathed heavily, her arm over her torso. She looked around at her incapacitated team. Viperion had even turned back to Luka, for his five minutes were wasted as he kept his hold on Ryuko. How did it get this bad so fast? And why did it have to be Adrien fighting his father once again?

She could see it in Chat Noir’s eyes. Yes, he made jokes and insulted his father all the time, but he was still hurting. And at that very moment, his heart was simply not in it, if the way he was fighting was anything to go by. Why couldn’t Adrien be freed of such pain?

Genie puffed out again, to appear right in front of Ladybug. The heroine didn’t even get a chance to move, before a hand grabbed her neck and pushed her into the wall. Ladybug struggled, trying to both focus on the villain and on freeing herself.

“You’re so predictable,” Genie whispered, with a menacing grin.

Ladybug could feel her consciousness wavering, as her eyes focused on the glowing necklace on Genie’s chest.

“You’re wish is my command, Little Bug.”

And there was a glowing purple light…

* * *

Marinette’s eyes snapped open. Above her was a plain, white ceiling she didn’t recognize. With a gasp, she bolted into a sitting position. She gazed around the room, still not recognizing anything of it.

There was a desk topped with fabrics, a mannequin with several hats on it, papers scattered on the ground, a floor length mirror. And she was lying on a full-sized bed she didn’t recognize. Marinette shuffled out of the bed towards the mirror, hoping she hadn’t been transferred to someone else’s body.

To her relief, she was still her. And yet…not. Her hair was much longer than she originally had it. Gone was the pixie cut and now her hair almost reached her waist. Under her eyes were heavy bags she hadn’t seen in a long while. Like she hadn’t slept in days.

But what struck her most were the scars around her bare arms. When did she get those? Did she have them all over her body? Marinette dared to lift the shirt from her stomach, to see three more scars. As if leftovers of a battle.

From the reflection, she saw something move behind her. Marinette snapped her neck towards it, luckily to see a familiar little blob of red burying herself in the fabrics over the desk.

“Tikki,” she whispered called, scurrying towards the kwami. “Tikki! Wake up!”

“Shh,” the small being said.

Marinette’s brows furrowed. It wasn’t like Tikki to be lazy. With gruntled determination, the woman poked her little friend, calling her again.

“No,” Tikki responded.

“This is important,” Marinette whisper-yelled. “Something is really wrong, and I need your help to figure it out.”

“Talk to the tail,” Tikki mumbled, turning enough to point her tiny butt towards her charge.

Marinette gaped. “Since when are you this rude?”

“Since when do you not let me sleep in?”

“Are you really Tikki?”

“How much did you drink last night?” The kwami snapped back.

“You know very well I only had two glasses and a half.”

“And you know very well that I wasn’t there!” Tikki finally turned to Marinette, her eyes with a fury she had never seen.

“What are you talking about?” she said. “You were all in the kitchen. You were there when I divided up the team before going out to fight.”

Tikki looked at her like she had grown a second head.

“You’ve finally lost it.” With that, she turned and collapsed in the fabrics.

“Lost what?! I have no idea what’s going on or—” Marinette’s eyes widened. “Adrien.”

“Wait, what?”

“Of course!” The woman rummaged through the room until she found a cellphone, a jacket and a pair of pink flats to wear. “I need to find Adrien. I need to know if he’s okay, what happened to him, if Plagg is acting the same way—”

“Plagg?!”

“—maybe he’ll have answers. Hopefully he remembers what happened last night, when we fought The Genie.”

Ignoring Tikki’s sudden interest, Marinette yanked the door open and crossed what seemed to be a small living room to get to what she hoped would be the exit. Once in the hallway, she started inspecting the phone that luckily had no lock.

“Ugh.” She grimaced at the background picture of a ridiculously revealing dress. “Whosever phone this is, they have terrible taste in clothes.”

Marinette continued tapping on the screen, ignoring a mutter from Tikki nearby about the phone. Looking into the contacts, she had to admit surprise when she saw Alya almost at the top of the list. Without waiting any second longer, she called the number.

Once. Twice. Three times. No answer.

“Dammit.” The voicemail came through the speaker. “Hey, Alya, it’s Marinette. I need you to call me to this number as soon as you can. Something very weird happened. Call me back, please!”

She hung up and continued scrolling through the contacts.

“Huh.” She tilted her head. “This phone is the same model as my old one.”

“You’ve had that phone for three years already,” Tikki said loudly. Marinette stopped on her tracks. She glanced at the kwami peering from under the jacket, and back at the phone.

“You’re not making any sense,” she resorted to say.

Yet her mind started racing as she ran down the stairs. The phone was clearly not hers, if it didn’t have the background picture of Adrien and her on their engagement party. Then again, things had been pretty bizarre already that morning.

Once in the ground floor, Marinette powerwalked towards the exit. Hopefully, she would find some answers once she stepped out of that door.

However, it wasn’t much help.

Stepping into the blinding sunlight, Marinette only realized she was an arrondissement away from her apartment. She was suddenly tempted to transform, to reach her home faster. But with Tikki’s mood, perhaps it was best to walk.

As the woman marched, she scanned her surroundings. From the looks of it, there was no sign of The Genie. As if it had never happened. No giant pets, no reanimated toys, nothing strange at all. She checked the phone again, which was very unhelpful when it barely had any contacts. Tikki said it was her phone, so if that was the case: where were Nino and Chloé? Was it even safe to try other numbers?

Marinette sighed, her head starting to hurt. Just as she looked up, she noticed a blond mop of hair she would recognize anywhere.

“Oh my gosh!” she breathed, breaking into a run, eyes trained on the man exiting a café. “ADRIEN!” she yelled.

Said man raised his head in bewilderment, almost apprehensive. She called several more times until he looked to her direction.

“Marinette?” He barely said her name, when she threw her arms around his neck, almost making him drop the brown bag in his hand.

“Adrien!” Marinette sighed in relief. “Thank goodness, I was worried something may have happened to you.”

“What?” the man questioned, brows furrowing.

“I’ve been so worried, and so confused,” she pulled back, grabbing on to his biceps. “I woke up this morning and I was in a strange apartment, and you weren’t there, and Tikki wasn’t talking to me, and I couldn’t get a hold of Alya, Nino or Chloé, and everything feels weird, and—”

“What are you doing?” Adrien cut in, shrugging his arms away from her. “Did you hit your head or something?”

“Huh?” Marinette frowned. “W-well… I don’t know! Adrien, nothing feels—”

“Why are you talking to me?” he snapped when her hand had reached out again.

The woman slowly straightened, staring at her fiancé dumbfounded.

“Chaton?”

“Chaton?” Adrien parroted. “You really have lost it now, haven’t you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?” Adrien rolled his eyes, before checking his watch. “Look, I don’t have time for this, I have things to do. So, if you’ll excuse me—”

“Wait, no!” Marinette grabbed his wrist desperately, only for him to roughly shake it off.

“Listen here,” he said, pointing at her menacingly. “I swear that if you come at me like this again, I will be forced to get a restraining order—”

“Restraining order?!”

“—against you. I don’t want to, but you know very well I can’t be seen with you. Or do you forget I’m a public figure?”

“Why are you threatening me? Are you under an akuma spell?”

“Marinette, it’s been two years!” he shouted, rendering her quiet. He let out a defeated sigh. “And here I thought we were past this. Just… I’m with Lila now, so just deal with it.”

Without a second look, he walked past her shell-shocked form. The words slugging through her mind, wondering whether they had been real or not. Two years? Two years of what?! Since when would Adrien threaten her with a restraining order? Since when does he not recognize his own nickname?

But most importantly… Since when were they not together?

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#akuma flashpoint #ml af #miraculous ladybug #ladrien #ml fanfic #oooooohhhhhhh I finally get to share this

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tyxoxo · 2 years

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One Night Only - II.

ch. 1 , ch. 3, m.list

Jeno x fem!reader series

Genre: slow burn, fuckboy!jeno, enemies to lovers/hate fucking fwb! bookstore jeno → model jeno au, 00’ dream + mark + jun (seventeen) character inserts

Words: 3.1k

(future) Warnings: pure filth, jeno is mean, cocky, stubborn, this relationship is extremely toxic (i dont condone, this is pure fiction), unprotected sex, choking, slapping, degrading, spitting, dumbification, dacryphilia, oral (f and m receiving), cum play, envy, mdni!

a/n: idk if its just me but this feels rushed im all about the smutty smut ㅠㅠ

Chapter 2

“Uhm…excuse me?” Mark’s frenzied voice pierced through your ears. You had only just met him a week prior during your interview but nothing could have prepared you for underestimating his authority. It made you feel better knowing that even though he wasn’t red-blooded like this asshole who seemed repulsed by your presence, atleast he stood up for you.

You heard the words: “Fucking fantastic…”

It immediately made you feel nauseous. You were just about to bow from being introduced but once he opened his mouth, a siren rang in your brain. He was ugly on the inside, you knew that now.

There was an awkward silence that followed, causing your hands to sweat profusely. You would just have to hang your head in shame.

You weren’t sure what was said next as your mind was still whirling from the last 2-minutes. Your eyes widened when you noticed a pair of shoes step into your view. You raised your head slowly, hoping it wasn’t who you thought it was. You glanced at his name tag handwritten in an untidy fashion: “Renjun :)”

You exhaled in relief.

“Hello, my name is Renjun. I hope you enjoy your time working with us.” His voice was so gentle, so calming. He bowed in front of you to which you returned the gesture.

“Thank you.” Your voice was shaky but you needed to hold it together for the sake of your first day.

“Mark, is it okay if I show her around? I don’t mind.” Renjun looked over to his manager who was standing tongue-in-cheek; obviously bothered by his ill-mannered employee.

“That would be great actually. While you do that, I’ll have a talk with Jeno…excuse us. Also Jun can you take over the register for a minute?” Mark bowed to you before motioning his head towards Jeno. An usual name to go with an usual attitude.

“Okay, so let’s start with the back of the store!” Renjun began leading the way while Jeno, Mark, and Jun walked off together towards the front. You followed closely behind, hoping Renjun could explain what his coworker’s problem was.

“So in the back is where we have our round tables for people to sit down, read, study, etcetera. Mark is hoping in the next year or so to add a small computer lab for those that don’t have their own laptops. Over in the corner is our storage room. This is where we keep deliveries, packages, mail, cleaning supplies.”

You nodded at every detail he provided, all the while appreciating his enthusiasm. He seemed sweet.

“I can show you where our restroom is. It’s unisex but it has a lock which is nice.” The two of you walked to where it was situated next to the storage room.

“By the way, I am sorry about my friend Jeno. He’s having a rough day, not sure why.”

Something told you that he knew why, but it was best to not know.

“Yeah that was shitty. But I appreciate your concern.” You spoke freely, disregarding your formality.

“Any time. We’re all easy going here and Mark is super chill.”

Both of your heads swung towards the front when the doorbell chimed, signaling another walk-in.

“Around noon is when it starts to pick up but I can still show you everything else. Customers are usually self-sufficient here.”

“Sounds great. I’ll follow you.”

You had already formed your judgement of your 3 coworkers within the remaining 3 hours of your shift:

Renjun was welcoming.

Jun was approachable.

Jeno was a dick.

It was that simple.

You had no choice but to follow them around to learn the odds and ends of your new job. But every question you asked Renjun or Jun, Jeno had some sly remark or smack of his lips. Even if it was under his breath, you could still hear him clearly.

It was starting to get unbearable. How could Mark hire someone like him?

“So like this, right?” You asked while holding up index cards that you just laminated. Mark had given everyone the duty of picking their top 3 favorite books, and writing a reason why the customer should give it a read. You agreed that handwritten recommendations were an endearing way to get people’s attention.

You were curious if Jeno actually even read in his free time. He didn’t seem like the type.

“Yeah it looks good! All you need now is the double sided tape so you can attach them to the shelves.” Renjun said as he was laminating his own index cards. Of course, the roll of tape was nearest to Jeno who was 3 seats away, writing his own notes.

It was such a shame that he had such nice handwriting. You didn’t want to admit it.

“Jeno, can you pass me the tape please?” You asked while gathering your cards. It was now a test of how immature he could possibly be…over a roll of tape.

There was no movement. He kept writing, with his dip pen bleeding through the card from his heavy hand.

“Jeno.”

The way his name sounded on your lips somewhat disgusted you. Now was not the time for him to play childish.

“Didn’t hear you.” He spoke curtly, tossing the roll into your chest without even looking up from the table.

“Bullshit.”

All he could do was sneer at your comment. Jun walked to your side and helped rip off a few pieces.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Good choices of books by the way. Jeno over there just looks up book summaries online.” Jun’s smile made your mood lighten up a bit. It felt nice to get some back up from him and Renjun.

“How’s it going over here so far?” Mark appeared next to you after closing the register for the day.

“Good. I just finished putting my cards on the shelves. My penmanship isn’t the best so hopefully it’s readable.” You said while gathering the blank index cards to put back in the holder.

“I’m sure it’s fine! How about you guys head out a bit early and enjoy the rest of your weekend. Remember, 11am Monday!”

Jeno caused a loud screech from pushing back his chair and walking briskly towards the exit, not even bothering to say goodbye. Renjun followed behind, having already cleaned up Jeno’s mess within a few seconds.

“Nice meeting you!” Renjun turned his back and waved at you, tripping over the door frame and into Jeno’s back in the process. From what you could see, Jeno barely budged from Renjun’s clumsiness.

It felt so discouraging to know that your first day at work would’ve gone fine if it wasn’t for Jeno.

You decided to let it go, there was no use in dwelling on it. You were off tomorrow and that was enough to put you back in good spirits.

Plus, Monday could be better, right?

You were dead wrong. Mark sent texts out to everyone stating that he would be out sick from a cold. Luckily, Renjun was already entrusted with a spare key for situations like this.

Sadly, this also meant it gave Jeno free reign to say what he wanted. He was a shallow pool with few surprises.

“What happened to biting me back?” Jeno glanced over at you with a smirk as the two of you reorganized the shelves. He had already rolled his eyes a few times at your lack of coordination, disregarding the fact that it was only your second day.

At first you didn’t even want to respond but it was only 12pm and there was going to be some point that you had to acknowledge his existence. Considering he seemed less brash today, you could maybe see yourself holding a civil conversation with him.

“What do you mean?”

You kept your eyes forward, scanning for the next book to place in alphabetical order.

“You were tough shit on Saturday. Why so quiet now? I was having fun.”

You couldn't help but contort your face into a dumbfounded expression. He was having fun? What, being an ass?

“I was just sticking up for myself, but now I’m just going to ignore you. You’re not worth my time.”

“I am worth every bit of your time, it’s just up to you to deal with it.” He stepped closer to you but as luck would have it, you were done with your share of organizing the books.

It took everything you had to not say a quick “fuck you.” You just knew he would have a conceited response. If this was his attempt at flirting, this was going to be miserable no matter how attractive he was.

You left Jeno alone in the aisle and walked up to a customer that was searching for assistance.

Unbeknownst to you, Jeno snarled behind your back. You were every bit of plain to him, but the fact that you weren’t giving him the attention he wanted, faced him with a challenge. He wanted to see just how easy he could make a second-rate girl crumble beneath him.

“I’m gonna go eat and when I’m done, I'll take over the register.” Jeno said to Renjun as he placed his nametag in his pocket and walked out the door. Ordering from a restaurant would’ve taken too much time out of his break so he opted for a lunch box at the nearest convenience store. He didn’t have as big of an appetite today so he would just let Renjun have the rest.

He still had so much left to go on his shift. Another 5 hours of dealing with annoying customers, and a bitch that seemed too entitled. He felt like a prisoner. You never had anything remarkable to say but Jun and Renjun seemed to think you were magnetic. You never really talked at all. It felt unnatural of him to actually recall your name. It made him shudder at the thought.

As soon as he sat down in the outdoor benches placed near the store, his phone buzzed. It couldn’t have been a new hookup, he’d been shit out of luck for the past week.

2:05pm

[jaemin]: how’s the new girl, is she hot? 👀👀

[jeno]: pfft, no

[haechan]: whats her ig? i wanna see

[jeno]: idk and i don’t even think it’s worth knowing honestly

[jaemin]: let me guess, nono’s mad that she’s not paying attention to him 😈

[haechan]: yeah she’s not easy is she

[jeno]: nope

[haechan]: then she’s definitely hot, i need to meet her

[jeno]: fuck off, i’m trying to eat lunch

Jeno chewed with such grimace, upset at the fact his friends saw right through him. The food wasn’t that tasty either but at least it was cheap.

To Jeno’s dismay, his lunch break was going to be over soon. He huffed in annoyance while sealing the box and placing it back in the plastic bag. Atleast he could enjoy the fresh air once more while he walked. By the time his shift was over, it was going to be glum and dark.

“Do you want this? I wasn’t that hungry.” Jeno asked as he swung the bag over the counter, not even caring that it could’ve spilled.

“Yeah, I’ll be back. I think I'd rather have Jun at the register instead of you though.” Renjun teased as he stepped down and walked around towards the exit with his lunch in hand, the two of them switching places.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jeno actually smiled for once. Renjun mentally noted that fact.

“I am in charge y’know?” Renjun exited and began walking the same route that Jeno took, most likely going to the same benches situated at the convenience store.

Jeno immediately scanned the store for you. With it not being busy for a Monday, he found you with ease; crouched down, dusting the bottom bookshelves in the science-fiction section.

“Hey dude you okay?”

Jeno hadn’t even noticed that Jun walked up the counter, hunched over with a paper plane in his hands.

“Yeah, why?” Jeno immediately took his eyes from your backside and directed his attention to Jun.

“You’ve been looking a little mad lately.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“What did she even do to you? Go fuck someone and get over it.” Jun was just as aware as Haechan and Jaemin.

“Whatever.” Jeno scoffed before looking down at the register, using the stylus to scribble nonsense on the screen. He didn’t appreciate being an open book.

Jun remained slouched over the counter without adding on to the conversation. During the silence, Jeno thought of an idea.

“Hey, can you take over for a minute?” Jeno asked as he slammed his palm on the counter to get his attention.

“What are you about to do?” Jun’s eyes followed Jeno as he walked around to the outside of the counter with a smug grin on his face.

Jeno ignored his question. He would be able to see perfectly from his position at the register.

You were still dusting the bottom bookshelf when you felt a presence behind you. Assuming it was just a customer, you continued swiping the wand across the mahogany shelf.

But the smell of a familiar cologne entered your nose and you recognized it as Jeno’s.

As soon as you turned your head to the left, you were met with his groin perfectly level with your face. Your eyes immediately scanned up his body to see him reaching up on the top shelf to grab a book.

The way his veins popped along his outstretched forearm made you gulp. Thankfully, the sound of people typing at their laptops drowned you out.

“Can you back up?” Yet again you were trying to hide the shakiness in your voice. It wasn’t easy concealing embarrassment when there was dick in your face.

“So I can’t even grab a book? Get over yourself.” Jeno paused mid-grab, looking down at you like you were a miniscule creature.

You covered your eyes and rose up off the ground, making sure you didn’t meet eyes with him in the process.

“I’ll be glad when Mark comes back.” You muttered under your breath as you went around north to dust in the next aisle.

“Why? So he can save you from me? Please.”

It was as if you could hear the shrug in his shoulders at his “please.” You continued on, trying to ignore the fact he walked around to be next to you again.

You felt him lower his head to your height, with his lips a mere centimeters away from your ear.

“How come you don’t ever look at me?” You felt your body go into shock at hearing him whisper.

“Jeno! Who’s covering the register?”

You jumped when you heard a smack atop Jeno’s shoulder.

Renjun was back from his lunch already, thank God.

“Jun is! And stop fucking hitting me before I smack the shit out of you.” Jeno turned his head to the right to talk to Renjun with gritted teeth.

“Well he’s not there!”

This was your cue to slip away unnoticed. It was your turn for lunch anyways.

It felt nice to get some fresh air outside. The slight smell of rain mixed with the gasoline coming from the convenience store was oddly pleasant. You didn’t mind eating here since Renjun suggested it but you were definitely going to find a different lunch spot in the future. Something with more greenery instead of a busy intersection with honking cars.

You didn’t know if it was too soon to talk to Mark about Jeno…it was only your second day. It baffled you that Jeno and Renjun were that close too. They seemed to travel to and from work together, maybe even lived together. What did sweet, little Renjun see in Jeno? All you saw was a tense, egotistical, manchild.

10:30am

“Renjun?” Jeno called out from outside his bedroom. There had been no sight of him yet and they were going to be late to work.

Usually he was the one dragging Jeno out of bed in the morning. But for some reason it was too quiet: no foot shuffling, no clacking of dishes, no gargling from mouthwash.

“Renjun! Get up, we're gonna be late!” Jeno barged into his room. Renjun’s blackout curtains prevented Jeno from seeing if he was still asleep or just dead. But judging by the sound of his unusually loud snoring, he probably wasn’t feeling well.

“Renjun.” Jeno shook him quite hard, causing him to stir and swat at his hand.

Jeno drew his hand back once he was able to get a closer look. Renjun’s eyes were crusted shut. He rose up out of bed slowly, coughing in the process.

“Damn, you look like shit.”

“I don’t feel well at…all. I can barely breathe.” Renjun’s congested voice made Jeno cringe. He sounded way too nasally for his liking.

“Where’s the key Mark gave you?” Jeno asked while trying to scan the room through the darkness. Renjun tried to do the same but his eye discharge made it nearly impossible.

“It’s under my laptop.” Renjun choked on his words, coughing more into his shirt.

Jeno walked over to Renjun’s desk and lifted his laptop, finding the spare key Mark entrusted him with.

“Okay, I'm gonna head out. See you later.”

“Jen, please don’t lose that key.” Renjun struggled for air amidst the desperation in his voice. He hoped Jeno could keep track of it, for Mark’s sanity.

The train ride to work alone felt weird and using the key to open the bookstore felt even weirder. There was a reason why Mark left Renjun in charge.

Jeno paced around the store, turning on the vintage lamps and opening the blinds. He was hoping it would be slow today considering Mark was still out sick. And with Renjun out now too, he was definitely letting Jun take charge.

It was too early in the morning to text his “Unholy Trinity” group chat, so scrolling through Reddit would have to suffice.

Jeno’s eyes grew big at the new iMessage notification that popped up overhead.

11:10am

[mark]: looks like Jun will be out sick too. I should be back tomorrow. Work diligently 👍🏼

All Jeno could do was leave Mark on read.

This couldn’t be happening.

Jeno banged his head against the check-out counter repeatedly, hoping to knock himself out by the time you showed up.

*ding*

Jeno swung his body around to view the entrance. There you were…

Of course he had failed at his attempts to knock himself unconscious. He would just have to wreak havoc upon you for the entire day instead.

“Guess it’s just me and you sweetheart.”

Jeno noted how you you rolled your eyes and immediately stormed towards the back; your blood boiling by the second.

“Kill me now.”

Satisfaction showed across his face at your words.

#nct dream fanfic #nct dream fanfiction #jeno x reader #jeno x you #jeno smut #nct dream x reader #feedback is appreciated <3

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aziraphales-library · 2 years

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Hello mods! I'm not sure if I've already sent this ask. Found it in my notes but didn't cross it off, so I'm assuming I never sent it. If I did, you're free to ignore this :)

Hi mods!

Whenever I find a human au fic with queer themes, I go in hoping for something not set in modern era and try not to be disappointed every time I'm mistaken. So, do you know of any fic set in the past (could be 1700s, could be 1950s, hell could even be the 80s. Don't mind just as long as it's not set in the 21st century or ancient times) in which A&C are queer in some way and have to deal, at least a bit, with the consequences of being that in that time? Could be gay, trans, or whatever. I just really want to read about them being queer in a world against them and finding comfort in each other. So a happy or at least hopeful ending would be appreciated too.

Thanks in advance! The work you guys do is fantastic <3

Hello! Try the Historical AUmens Collection! There are also tags on AO3 for particular eras like Victorian, Regency, Medieval etc.

Here is an ask with long list of historical recs.

Some more:

Moonlight Serenade (Extended) by TawnyOwl95 [E]

That night the bombers flew out from Tadfield Airbase. They always woke Crowley up, set the dogs barking but tonight they disturbed him long after the night had fallen silent again.

He couldn't sleep until he heard them come back, until he knew if there was a chance Aziraphale was still alive.

Called Up by cassieoh, Liquid_Lyrium [T]

"Bit of a chilly day to go without a jacket," he points out stupidly. He tries not to stare openly at the braces that attractively frame the other man’s chest. Then he remembers his shades are in place, and he feels some tension leave his shoulders.

Fell (terribly ominous name for a pilot, that) goes a little pink in the cheeks, and isn't that something?

"Gave it away," he mumbles under his breath, and it's like a trap door drops out from under Crowley's feet.

Once More, With Feeling by saretton, TawnyOwl95 [E]

1950s. The research continues, but Aziraphale is determined to shake things up.

If only he can find the courage to let Crowley know.

The things one does for science.

All My Heart Is Yours by FeralTuxedo [E]

1847. Aziraphale Fell arrives at Eden Hall to take up his new position as tutor to the young heir. The house is enormous, remote, and its occupants rather strange — but none more so than its master, the ill-mannered but inconveniently handsome Mr Crowley.

Mr Crowley’s gaze lingered on him.

‘Now I see you in broad daylight, I can tell you’re no gentleman.’

Aziraphale bristled. He was wearing his best ensemble, and it was of fine enough quality, if a little rumpled from the luggage.

‘Whereas you certainly look the part, even if your manners suggest otherwise.’

A Victorian human AU loosely inspired by Jane Eyre, but with 50% less angst and 100% less spousal incarceration.

As Time Goes By by teatales [M]

Mr Anthony Crowley was fine with being alone. He had his car and his plants and his career as a travelling salesman, and it was fine. Even with his awful new bosses, he had no plans to quit selling watches anytime soon. What else would he do?

Mrs Aziraphale Ingels had been stuck in Tadfield ever since her husband passed away a year ago. She tried her best not to dwell on how lonely she felt as she filled her days with books and baking while waiting for the inheritance to be finalised. Only then could she consider what she wanted to do with the rest of her life.

A chance meeting, a blossoming friendship, and Aziraphale and Crowley soon find themselves falling in love with the stranger they met only a few months ago. But neither believe the other could ever love them back, and both have things they're terrified to share.

As Time Goes By is a timeless romance set in the 1950s about acceptance, being less alone than you think, and watch-related puns.

~Mod N

#good omens #ineffable husbands #historical #historical au #mod n #human au #adult omens

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vinnywinnii · 18 days

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Assistant PT.2 (Viktor x M!reader)

Hello, this is part two. I'll try writing in more fluff and some intimate scenes at some point, but I'm sticking more to fluff in this moment. Maybe some sexual tension at some point, but I haven't yet decided. Anyway, enjoy part two!<3

After you had finished your work (so a couple hours later) and Viktor suggested you guys hangout and go out somewhere together, you really needed some rest. Though as always, you were resisting it a lot. Now you were basically mumbling with your head down on his desk.

"mmh." You mumble, trying not to pass out and fall asleep at his desk.

"Assistant, you need sleep. You can't keep up with this, you already finished the required assigned work I have given." The tall, slim man spoke. His voice was smooth, and even softer than usual. It sounded very soothing, at least to you. The russian accent also compliments the soft tone he has.

"mm.." you mumble, barely having your eyes open. You head is down on his desk while you mumble short responses, barely making him know that you're still awake.

"And I thought I was overworking.." he muttered under his breath as a soft chuckle escapes his lips. He is slightly worried, you're staying awake just to do extra work. Plus, he's made you stay on night shift almost every night this week. And he knows you work day shift for a different job every other week as well, so you've only been sleeping on your lunch breaks.

That means you've barely been eating as well, really only having an apple and a quick coffee throughout the day. He feels bad for making you work more nightshifts. He already has you for day shifts every other week, you working day shifts for your second job on the other weeks he doesn't have you.

Its worse that you only make enough money to get food for your parents and to pay them rent, even with all this work you've done. He's very proud of you, you're a perfect young man.

He notices you've stopped responding with the cute little sounds and short word responses. He looks down at you, your hair covering your face with you cheek prepped on your arm. You look cute sleeping, your medium length brunette hair covering most of your face. He ends up smiling softly before catching himself, his cheeks growing a bit warm. He's definitely growing fond of you.

"you're a brilliant young man.. you're parents should be proud of you. If not, I'm sure proud of you.." he says, his more professional tone breaking. It's more loving, like he's speaking to someone he's loved for years on end.

He pulls out his notebook, scribbling a few things in the notes and closing it. He then puts it on his disorganized desk set up in the lab and smiles down at you, moving his hand up a bit and brushing some hair out of your face to see your closed eyes and handsome looking facial structure.

"you really are very handsome, and quite lovely to be around.. and you work so hard." He whispers to you, knowing your sleeping very soundly. He seems.. to favor you. Everyone does, but he definitely favors you for more than just you being a fantastic assistant. You're so sweet, so caring.. and very sympathetic. You're just a great person, and you don't find those around a lot.

He kisses your forehead gently, stroking your face. He hopes you don't wake up, he doesn't wanna have to explain why his hand is caressing your cheek. He doesn't wanna be called irresponsible, kissing an assistants forehead and holding his face a bit. He really does adore you, he always has. He just never wanted to admit it those few months.

"I wish you were awake to know how good you really do.. how much people really appreciate you. How much I really appreciate you. I care about you. I cherish you, Assistant.." He whispers, his tone genuine and his smile affectionate. He can't help but feel as if this is wrong.

He's a cold, stern man. He doesn't ever fail to make sure you know what work he's given you, and when it's due to him. These past few months of you being his assistant, you haven't failed once to do something right. You do so well, and he knows you don't believe it. You overwork yourself, just to try to prove you aren't lazy. Yet nobody thinks that, not even him. He admires you, as you admire him.

It's out of character for him to feel this way, to wanna give you simple praise for the work you do. He feels like he's softening for you, and he doesn't know if he should be happy that he's feeling some sort of love. He doesn't know what type of love, but he wants to protect you from this cruel world.. this dark place isn't good for someone as soft and nice as he sees you.

"I'll protect you, from this world. From the bad people here." He whispers more softly, his smile growing as he watches you sleep at his desk.

He ends up taking you to the couch next to the coffee pot you had made him coffee in earlier, setting you down there for some rest. You'll have to wake up in the morning for your second job, but he'll be happy to walk you there and provide for you.

He sets you down on the couch, brushing your hair back with his fingers and wrapping you in a blanket. He hasn't stopped smiling since he saw that cute, sleeping face of yours for the first time. He never wants this to end, but he doesn't wanna ruin a perfectly good professional relationship between you two.

He kisses your forehead once more before he sits in the chair at his desk, next to the couch you're laying on. He lays his head down on the desk, next to his papers; his eyes staying open for a bit longer. He watches you for a bit longer before one last mutter before he falls asleep.

"sleep well, solnyshko." He mutters quietly, his Russian accent making the name slip smoothly off of his tongue.

"...mm." you mumble.

Aww, solnyshko (Солнце, солнышко) actually means "sun" in Russian, it's a term of endearment. It can mean 'little sun', 'my sun', or just 'sun.' i think its the cutest thing!

I hope you enjoyed, I know these have been slow for now, I'm working on it. I'm trying to explain how much Viktor really loves the reader. He thinks the reader is cute, handsome, hardworking, and overall just a great guy. He admires him. <3

#fluff #arcane fluff #arcane fanfic #viktor arcane #arcane #viktor x reader #Viktor #Daddy issues #slow burn #mlm #gay reader #reader insert

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jrob64 · 2 years

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One Thrill Ride Leads to Another - A CS Modern AU Chapter 3 (Connections)

I hope you’re enjoying the story so far. This chapter sees our favorite characters getting a little closer and figuring out some personal connections that they share. Still no smut, but hang in there!

Many thanks to @hookedmom and @kmomof4 for all their help.

Story Summary: While working at Universal’s Islands of Adventure, Killian Jones meets Emma Swan, slips his name and number into her phone, and later sends her a text asking her out. His snap decision could lead to her blocking his number, or to an adventure much more thrilling than a ride on a roller coaster.

Rating: M (for smut in future chapters)

Words: 6230 (Chapter 3)

Previous chapters on Tumblr: Ch 1 Ch2

Story also found on ffn and Ao3

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The next morning when Emma emerged from the bathroom after her shower, she nearly ran into Ruby, who was twisting around to look at herself in the full-length mirror.

“How do I look?” she asked.

Emma scanned her friend head to toe, taking in the low cut white blouse, very short jean shorts and high heels. “What are you going for exactly?”

“I already told you last night what I’m going for - to have my way with a sexy Irishman.”

“How do you expect to go shopping all day in four inch heels? I can’t believe you even packed them.”

“One should always pack a pair of heels, Em. You never know when you need to make your calves look fantastic!”

“It won’t matter how fantastic they look, if you can’t walk by the end of the day.”

“Then Graham will just have to carry me, I guess!”

Emma threw her hands up in resignation. “Whatever! I have to get ready. We should leave for breakfast in about fifteen minutes.”

Laying some clothing choices out on the bed, she cursed herself for not packing a couple of nicer outfits appropriate for a date. Of course, she hadn’t been planning to go out with someone when she packed. Was this a date…and could yesterday technically be considered a date?

She finally selected a red sleeveless blouse and tan walking shorts with black flats. Once she was dressed, she styled her hair in a messy braid that fell over her shoulder and carefully applied some light makeup.

“Ready?” she asked Ruby, who had just finished painting her fingernails with a fesh coat of red polish.

“Yep! You’re gonna have to get all of my food for me so I don’t mess up my nails.”

“Will I have to feed you, too?”

“Possibly. I’ll be like a baby bird and you can just drop it into my mouth,” Ruby grinned mischievously.

Emma couldn’t help smiling at her friend’s antics, but she tried to hide it as she slung her small crossbody bag over her head. They left the room and Emma led the way down the hall to the elevator, while Ruby followed, waving her hands in the air to dry her nails. Their usual healthy appetites were a bit off due to their excitement of meeting the guys, but with all the walking they would be doing, they knew it was important to get plenty of protein and calories to fuel the day’s adventures.

Their Uber driver delivered them to Disney Springs at 9:50 and they headed straight to the Lego Store. When they reached the appointed meeting spot, they saw Killian and Graham already waiting. Taking in Killian’s tight gray T-shirt and navy cargo shorts, Emma felt a flutter in her chest, which intensified when he reached up to slide his sunglasses down to look at her over the top of them. It was the same move that drew her attention the day before, and she still thought it was sexy as hell.

He approached her with a dimpled smile. “You look stunning, Swan.”

“Thank you,” she replied, feeling a blush creep into her cheeks.

Ruby showed no restraint, running up to Graham with a squeal and throwing her arms around his neck. He caught her with a beaming smile on his face and started to swing her around before realizing it was too crowded, opting to lift her off the ground instead.

Emma reached down to tangle her fingers with Killian’s. He glanced over at her with a surprised, but happy look on his face and gave her hand a squeeze. “Would you like to see all the sculptures they have outside first? Maybe take some pictures?”

“Sure. How many are there?”

“Besides this one,” he said, gesturing toward the giant display of Sleeping Beauty’s prince fighting the dragon, “there’s Frozen and Star Wars characters, Mickey Mouse as the Sorcerer’s Apprentice and Brickley the sea serpent in the lagoon.”

The four of them stayed on the walkway in front of the store, marveling at the life-size Lego figures they saw and taking lots of pictures of each other posing in front of them. Emma was the most intrigued with the sea serpent out in the middle of the water. “Do you think they built it and then filled the lagoon with water? And is it a complete dragon or did they just make the parts you can see above the surface?”

“I’ve wondered about that myself,” Killian said. “We could probably Google it to find out the answers.”

Once they entered the store, Graham gravitated toward the Star Wars and Marvel area. Ruby was right beside him, his arm slung over her shoulder and her hand in the back pocket of his shorts.

Emma and Killian wandered around, looking at the different displays and Lego sculptures. She took his picture in front of the Hulk and he took hers beside Baby Yoda. “Are you a Star Wars fan?” she asked.

“I’ve watched the movies, but I’m not nearly as big a fan as Graham. He’s probably over there geeking out over the newest sets. Wait until he sees that the one of the Millenium Falcon is $850!”

“Wow! Who would pay that much for a Lego set?”

“Some people are avid collectors; it’s an expensive hobby.”

After leaving the Lego store, they stopped at Starbucks before going to the World of Disney store. Emma and Ruby were drawn to the area where clothes for babies were on display. “Remember we told you our friend couldn’t come with us because she’s pregnant?” Emma reminded Killian. “We have to take something back to her from the trip.”

Killian picked up a tiny pink onesie that said ‘Disney Princess in Training’ as he asked, “Do you know if she’s having a boy or a girl?”

“She’s not that far along yet,” Ruby answered, checking the price on an infant sized set of Mickey Mouse ears. “I’m betting it’s a boy.”

“I’m not making any predictions yet,” Emma countered. “M’s is gonna be a great mom no matter what.”

“Yeah, she did a good job raising us,” Ruby smirked.

Both women left the store with a large shopping bag of souvenirs, including several things for Mary Margaret and the baby. They bought toys and clothing for both a boy and a girl, just to cover their bases, including the ‘Princess in Training’ onesie that Ruby declared was too cute not to buy. They continued on through several more stores, buying things now and then, but mostly enjoying the atmosphere of Disney Springs.

When they went into Disney’s Days of Christmas, Emma found herself looking at tree ornaments with Killian. “Do you do a lot of decorating for Christmas?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Not a lot. We had a sad, little tree we put up in our apartment at college, but that was about it. Ruby and I inherited it for the apartment we live in now. I’d like to get a bigger one this year.”

Killian was quiet, pondering whether he would still be in contact with Emma by Christmas. He certainly hoped so.

“Did you have any special Christmas traditions growing up?” he asked.

She was silent for so long, he thought perhaps she hadn’t heard him. As she slowly placed a Donald Duck ornament back on the tree, she quietly said, “I, um, I didn’t have a conventional childhood. I was taken away from my parents by CPS when I was three and never went back to them, so I grew up in foster care. I wasn’t in one place long enough to know if they had any Christmas traditions.”

He put his arm around her and squeezed her shoulder. “It seems we have some things in common, Emma.”

“Not very pleasant things.”

“Perhaps, but we both made it through and are doing quite well, wouldn’t you say?”

She turned her face up to him and met his eyes, a soft smile lifting the corners of her mouth. “Yeah, we are.”

He leaned down and brushed his lips across hers, happy to see her smile when he pulled away. “I’m assuming you’ll need more ornaments for your new Christmas tree?” he asked softly.

“That would be nice. Will you help me pick some out?”

“It would be my pleasure,” he grinned.

They spent the next thirty minutes discussing options and finally settled on a replica of the Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse statue from Magic Kingdom, Mickey and Minnie Mouse dressed as Santa and Mrs. Claus, Belle dancing with the Beast, and Rapunzel threatening Flynn Ryder with a frying pan, since Emma told Killian her favorite Disney movie was Tangled.

By the time they left the Christmas store, it was nearly two o’clock, so they began making their way back down the walkway toward Raglan Road Irish Pub. They arrived fifteen minutes early, checked in with the hostess and went next door to the Shop for Ireland, where Emma and Ruby teasingly held kilts up in front of the guys to get an idea of how they would look in them.

“Have you ever worn one?” Emma giggled.

“I haven’t, but Graham has, haven’t you, Humbert?”

A flush spread up Graham’s neck all the way to the tips of his ears. “Aye, I’ve worn one on a couple of occasions. They’re actually quite comfortable…and freeing.”

Ruby laughed and ran her hands up his chest, locking her fingers together behind his neck. “I would love to see you in a kilt, Wolfman.”

“Wolfman?” Emma questioned.

“Mmhmm. I’m his Little Red Riding Hood and he’s my Wolfman,” Ruby explained, nuzzling into his neck.

They left soon after to check on their reservations, and were seated in less than five minutes. Their table was very close to the main stage, where men and women were performing traditional Irish dances while a live band played.

Emma and Ruby asked the guys’ advice on what to order as they pored over the menu. When their food arrived, each couple sat close together to share from each other’s plate. The entertainment and food were both excellent and when they emerged back outside, they were all groaning from eating too much.

“Where should we go next?” Emma asked.

Graham and Ruby shared a look before she spoke. “Actually, we’re planning to go back to the hotel now.”

Emma’s eyes widened as they shifted between the two people in front of her. “Already? But I thought we were going to be here until well into the evening. We were planning to go to Ghirardelli’s for dessert later.”

“Well, we plan to indulge in a different kind of dessert, along with dinner, a midnight snack and tomorrow’s breakfast,” Ruby said, with a huge grin on her face as she looked up through her lashes at Graham.

Killian smirked, but the smile faltered as soon as he saw Emma’s face. “What’s wrong, Swan?”

“Where am I supposed to stay tonight?”

Killian’s head dropped a little and he scratched behind his ear as he fully realized the predicament Ruby’s plans put her in. Suddenly, his gaze intensified as he stepped in front of her and took both of her hands in his. “At the risk of being too forward…”

“Says the man who snuck his name and number into her phone,” Graham chuckled.

Killian shot him a look before continuing, “You’re welcome to stay at our apartment. You can sleep in Graham’s bed or I can take the sofa and you can sleep in mine.”

“Or she can sleep there with you in it,” Ruby threw in.

“Ruby…” Emma warned.

“I’m just saying, there are lots of options.”

“I won’t have any pajamas to wear…”

“I don’t plan to wear pajamas…” Ruby interrupted again.

“Seriously, Ruby? I’m trying to solve a problem here.”

“Why is it such a problem, Em? You’re surrounded by stores. Buy something to wear or hell, borrow one of Killian’s T-shirts. I’m sure he won’t mind, will you, Killian?”

“Not at all. You’re welcome to borrow one, if you like,” he affirmed.

“You bought some new clothes at the Disney Store that you can wear tomorrow,” Ruby went on. “I know it’s an inconvenience to you, Em, but Graham and I only have a couple of nights together and we want to make the most of them.”

Emma seemed to sag a bit when her friend said that. She knew Ruby had a point and she didn’t want to deprive her of a chance to be with a guy she genuinely seemed to like. Turning back to Killian, she asked, “You really don’t mind if I stay at your place?”

“Would you be comfortable doing that?” he queried.

A shy smile crossed her face. “Yeah, I’m good with it. If you were a serial killer, I think I would have figured it out by now.”

His brows shot up. “You thought I might be a serial killer?”

“Well, you have to admit it was a little…weird for you to get my name and number from my phone.”

He scratched behind his ear again. “Aye, it wasn’t exactly my finest hour.”

She reached out and took his hand. “No big deal. I think it worked out pretty well for both of us.”

“Actually, for all of us,” Ruby pointed out. “Well, if that’s settled, we’re gonna call for an Uber. You kids have fun!”

Emma gave her friend a hug. “Be careful, Ruby. Oh, do you still want to go to the water park tomorrow?”

Ruby turned to look at Graham. “We haven’t talked about tomorrow yet. Do you have to go back to work?”

He stuck his hands deep into the front pockets of his shorts and rocked back on his heels. “I’m supposed to, but I, um, I think I’m going to call in and take the day off.” He looked over at Killian. “What are you planning to do, Mate?”

Killian rubbed vigorously between his ear and sideburn with his index finger, his eyes on the ground. “I already called this morning to put in for the day off.” He glanced up at Emma. “I hope I wasn’t being too presumptuous, but I was hoping to spend more time with you.”

HIs quiet admission made her breath catch and she took a step closer as she said, “I’m glad you did. Another day with you sounds like fun.”

“Excellent!” Ruby exclaimed. “Are you guys good with going to a water park?”

Killian and Graham looked at each other before nodding in unison. “Sounds great!” Graham said. “Did you have one in mind?”

“Which one do you recommend?” Emma asked.

“We get a discount and free parking at Volcano Bay, since we’re employees of Universal. We would be able to get discounted tickets for you, too,” Killian answered.

“That’s the one we were leaning toward, so I guess it’s settled,” Ruby said definitively. “Do you know what time it opens?”

“Nine o’clock, and it’s best to get there early so we can find a spot to put our towels,” Graham informed them.

“Emma and I will meet you at the hotel,” Killian said. “I’ll bring you a pair of swim trunks and anything else you need, Graham.”

“I’ll have to come up to the room to get my swimsuit and other things I need for the day,” Emma told Ruby. “Give me a time when you’ll be ready so I don’t walk into an awkward situation.”

“Whatevah could you be talking about?” Ruby teased, speaking in an over-exaggerated Southern belle accent and fanning herself with her hand. Graham laughed and looked at her adoringly as Emma rolled her eyes. Ruby grinned before giving Emma an answer, “Let’s see - if we need to get there early, how about eight-fifteen?”

Killian looked at Emma, who gave him a slight nod. “Sounds good,” he said.

They said their final goodbyes and Emma and Killian watched the other couple working their way through the crowd. Turning toward him, she asked, “Well, what now?”

“There are still a few shops at this end we haven’t seen yet,” Killian said. “We can check them out and then go back to Ghirardelli’s to have our dessert, if that’s what you still want to do.”

“Is that what you want to do?”

He took her hands again and looked into her eyes, imparting the sincerity behind his words. “Your heart’s desire, Swan. I promise that’s all I want you to have.”

She gave him a sweet smile and pushed up to her toes to press her lips to his. “I like your plan, Killian. Let’s go.”

They strolled down the sidewalk hand-in-hand toward the bridge crossing a small stream of water.

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It took them two more hours to explore everything the west side of Disney Springs had to offer. By that time, they were ready for something to eat and made their way back to Ghirardelli’s Ice Cream and Chocolate shop. They lingered over hot fudge sundaes, realizing as they sat there how much their feet were beginning to hurt.

“I can understand why Ruby wanted to leave early. Her feet had to be killing her in those heels!” Emma exclaimed.

“I don’t think that’s really the reason she wanted to leave,” Killian grinned.

“Yeah, well, I would rather not think about what they’re doing back at the hotel right now.” She pulled out her phone and brought up the Uber app. “I’m gonna put in a request for a car.”

“Let me do that, Emma.”

“No, you’re letting me stay at your place. The least I can do is pay for the Uber.”

When he opened his mouth to argue again, she gripped his forearm. “Please, Killian. I feel bad enough for imposing on you tonight.”

“It absolutely is not an imposition, but if it makes you feel better, go ahead.” He recited his address and she made the request.

“It’ll be here in less than ten minutes,” she said, gathering up her shopping bags. He threw away their trash, then relieved her of the bags in one of her hands so he could hold it, interlacing their fingers.

They made small talk during the twenty minute ride to his apartment, recounting their favorite parts of the day and discussing the rides and attractions they liked at the Universal and Disney parks.

When they reached his place, she took in the surroundings. It was a very large apartment complex with at least a dozen buildings, all of them seven or eight stories high and nearly identical. They seemed a little shabby with some peeling paint around the window and door frames and weeds growing along the sidewalks.

He noticed her perusal and said, “It’s nothing fancy, but the rent is reasonable and we don’t spend a lot of time here anyway. Plus, despite appearances, it’s pretty safe. No serial killers live here as far as I know…unless you count me,” he joked, quirking an eyebrow at her.

She gave him a side eye glare. “Very funny!”

He chuckled and took her hand, leading her to the second building on their right. Taking his key out, he unlocked the entrance door which opened into a small lobby. “Our apartment is on the third floor. Do you want to take the stairs or the elevator?”

“My feet vote for the elevator.”

Grinning, he led her straight down the hallway, punching the button when they reached the doors. They both fidgeted during the slow ascent, their nerves beginning to show as they thought about being together all night.

As they exited and started down the dimly lit hallway, Emma said, “I really am sorry about this. Ruby should have made other arrangements to be with Graham.”

He turned to face her, bringing his free hand up to brush his knuckles against her cheek. “It truly is no problem, Emma. I enjoy your company very much and am quite happy to be able to spend more time with you.”

“In all honesty, I’m glad it turned out this way, too. It will be nice to get comfortable, relax, talk a bit and get to know you better,” she said, biting her lip with a shy smile.

He returned her smile with a soft one of his own before unlocking the door and ushering her inside. Flipping on the light, he said, “Apologies for the mess. Like I said, Graham and I aren’t home very much, so we don’t do a lot of cleaning.”

Emma looked around the space, taking in the kitchen where they were standing. There were a few dirty dishes in the sink, but the countertops were clean and uncluttered. The living room just beyond also appeared to be fairly tidy. “It looks good to me. I swear I can’t find our couch half the time under all of Ruby’s clothes.”

“What can I get you to drink? We have beer, rum, Coke, Mountain Dew, milk or water.”

“A rum and coke sounds good. I thought about getting one last night when you were drinking them, but I didn’t think it would mix well with those tropical drinks I had.”

“No, probably not. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable.”

She took the shopping bags from him and went into the living room. Sitting down on the sofa, she looked around, taking in the sparse furnishings and lack of decor. He had said they were just finishing out a lease for a friend, so it made sense that they didn’t have any personal touches in the space.

Killian soon joined her, handing her a drink in a plastic cup with the Florida Tech logo on it. “We don’t have any glasses,” he explained.

“No problem. I know how it feels to be a poor college student.” She accepted the drink and took a tentative sip. “Nice. Not too strong.”

He sat down beside her and picked up the remote from the arm of the sofa. “Would you like to watch something?”

“What are the choices?”

“We have YouTube TV, AppleTV+ and Netflix.”

“How about a movie?”

He flicked on the television and asked, “Comedy, adventure, horror, romcom…?”

“You would watch a romcom?” she giggled.

“I’m not ashamed to admit that I do enjoy a good romcom now and then, Swan,” he said with a raised eyebrow.

“What’s your idea of a good one?”

“Um, let’s see… The Proposal, You’ve Got Mail, While You Were Sleeping, Miss Congenialty, The Lake House…”

“I honestly wouldn’t call The Lake House a romcom, but I love that movie and haven’t seen it in a long time. Is it on Netflix?”

“Let’s take a look.” He brought up the menu and began typing letters into the search bar.

“There it is!” Emma said, when he had entered the first five letters. He scrolled down and clicked on the title. “Oh, good! They do have it! I’ll be able to get my Keanu fix.”

“And I’ll get my Sandra fix,” he countered.

She almost spat out the drink she had just taken. “Touché. Seems we both like watching pretty people.”

He turned to look at her fully. “I certainly do, and I’ve been lucky enough to look at a very pretty person for two days now.”

“Are you talking about Ruby or Graham?” she teased.

He set his drink on the floor, then took her hands in his. “I’m talking about you, Emma. My first thought when I saw you yesterday was that I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you, and the more time we spend together, the more convinced I am of that fact.”

She blushed and dropped her gaze, but he used his fingers to lift her chin. When she raised her eyes to meet his once again, she was nearly floored by the soft sincerity she saw within the brilliant blue depths. He leaned toward her and she readily met his lips, sighing into the kiss contentedly.

He scooted closer and enveloped her in his arms, sliding his mouth along her jaw and down her throat, darting his tongue out to taste her silky skin. Her hands spread out across his back as she craned her neck, desiring more of his hot, open-mouthed kisses. “Killian…” she gasped.

“Mmhmm?” he hummed, sucking gently on her pulse point.

“We…we should probably…s-slow down a little bit.”

His tongue swiped lightly over the mark he just made, before he pulled back reluctantly.

“I’m sorry, Swan…”

“No, no. Don’t be sorry. I…I really like you, Killian, but…”

“But we’ve only known each other a couple of days and it’s moving a little too fast?”

She caressed the nape of his neck with her fingertips. “Yeah, something like that. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

“About you or about what’s happening between us?”

She chewed her lip as she contemplated. “I guess a little of both. To be honest, I don’t date very often. I got burnt by a guy I was with for a few months my Freshman year in college, and it made me pretty leery of men in general. With you, though, I don’t know, it feels…different. Like there’s something there I haven’t felt before, and it’s…in a way it feels good, but it’s also a little scary.”

He wrapped his arm around her and eased her against his chest, nestling her head under his chin. “I don’t want you to be scared, Emma. I don’t date a lot either, and I know none of this has been conventional, but I’m glad you gave me a chance. I don’t take that lightly. You could have considered me a stalker and blocked my number after what I did, and I wouldn’t have blamed you at all; so having the opportunity to get to know you has been a privilege for me. I just wish we had more time together.”

They sat quietly as the seconds stretched on, his hand running soothingly over her back as she closed her eyes and breathed him in. When she finally spoke, her voice was so soft, he had to strain to hear her.

“I…I have something to tell you, Killian.”

The hesitance he heard made his heart pound. Licking his lips nervously, he asked, “You, uh…you’re not going to tell me you’re married or something, are you?”

The sound of her giggle helped him relax a little. She pulled back just enough to look up into his face. “No, nothing like that. Remember when you said your brother and uncle work at Boston Harbor?”

“Yes.”

“Well, Ruby and I…we actually live in Boston.”

He blinked several times as realization set in. “Are you bloody kidding me?”

She flinched slightly, not sure whether he was angry or just surprised. “Um, no. We live in South Boston.”

A grin slowly spread across his face. “Liam and my uncle Nemo live in that area of the city, too,” he said excitedly.

She breathed a small sigh of relief, then realized the implications of what he just said. “When you visit them, we will be able to see each other!”

His smile got bigger. “I’ll do you one better. I’m moving there the second week of August to attend Boston University for my master’s program.”

She jumped to her feet. “Killian, that’s…oh my gosh! Seriously?”

“Yep, and Graham is moving there, too. He’s going into training to become a park ranger.”

“Ruby is gonna be ecstatic! I wonder if Graham will tell her tonight?”

“I could be wrong, but I doubt if there will be a whole lot of talking going on between those two tonight.”

Emma laughed and sank back down to the couch. “You’re probably right about that.” She picked up her drink and took a sip. “I bet you’ll be happy to live closer to your family.”

“Aye, and to my best friend and his girl, who also live in Boston. I expect them to get married before too long. They just found out a month or so ago that they’re expecting a baby. David is beside himself with excitement. He and Mary Margaret are like the perfect couple.”

Emma drew back to look at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. “David Nolan and Mary Margaret Blanchard? You know them?”

He looked puzzled. “Well, yes? How do you know them?”

“Mary Margaret was our roommate at college!”

It was his turn for his eyes to bug out. “Wait - she’s the one you keep calling M’s?”

“Yeah! We’ve always called her that! Mary Margaret is way too much of a mouthful to say, especially when we’ve had too much to drink!” Emma laughed.

He ran a hand through his hair. “This is incredible! I can’t believe we have so many connections to each other!”

“I know!” They stared at each other, absolutely dumbfounded. Emma grinned in delight. “As the song goes, it’s a small world after all.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Please don’t get that song stuck in my head!”

She giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and began singing it teasingly.

“Swan…” he growled, lunging for her. “I just told you not to sing that!”

She laughed and spun away from his grasping hands, scooting to the far end of the couch. “Why don’t you come over here and make me stop?” she challenged, before continuing to sing.

He finally caught her in his arms and tried to cover her mouth with his hand, but she batted it away without missing a note. Then he began tickling her, but still she kept singing through her laughter. “Now you’re asking for it, Swan,” he warned before his lips covered her mouth.

The singing stopped as she sighed with pleasure instead, her fingers running through his hair. His tongue explored the warmth of her mouth for many long moments before he briefly pulled away. She took a second to catch her breath, then started to sing again. “I guess I’ll just have to keep your mouth occupied,” he murmured, his voice low and gruff. Dipping his head, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, prompting a moan from her.

“Are you going to stop?” he whispered.

“I will if you keep kissing me,” she promised.

She felt him grin against her lips. “I think that can definitely be arranged.” Where his kisses had been playful just moments before, now they were soft and sensual, his tongue sliding against hers sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.

He had his hands planted on either side of her on the couch, trying to keep his weight off of her, and she ran her hands up the strong cords of his forearms and past his elbows to his biceps. The combination of feeling his toned muscles under her fingertips and his talented tongue working its magic had her yearning for more than just kisses.

When her brain caught up with where her body was headed, she gathered every bit of her self-control to break the connection between their lips. “M-maybe we should…watch the movie?” she stammered, her voice sounding wrecked to her own ears.

He dropped his forehead to rest against hers. “I did it again, didn’t I?” he mumbled remorsefully.

Placing her hands on both sides of his face, she encouraged him to look at her. “Please don’t be sorry, Killian. You…god, you’re very good at kissing! I just…I’ve got to keep myself from doing something I might regret later. I don’t want to ruin what seems to be the start of a good thing and I…I…just really suck at explaining things, don’t I?”

He sat up and took her hand to pull her to a sitting position beside him. “Emma, I don’t want to do anything that would make you feel pressured or uncomfortable, and I apologize for pushing things too far. You’re just…irresistible.”

“It wasn’t your fault. In case you didn’t notice, I was kissing you, too.”

“Oh, I noticed, believe me,” he grinned, then grew serious again. “I agree that this feels like the beginning of something good, Emma, and I don’t want to mess it up either. How about if we get into our pajamas, grab a snack, watch the movie, and go to bed?”

“Sounds good.”

“Would you like to borrow one of my T-shirts to sleep in?”

“If you don’t mind. You wouldn’t happen to have any yoga pants, would you?”

“No,” he chuckled, “but I can give you a pair of my athletic shorts. If you pull the drawstring tight enough, they might work.”

Killian hopped up from the couch and headed into what she assumed to be his bedroom. He emerged a few minutes later wearing red shorts and a plain white T-shirt, and carrying a band T-shirt and a pair of black shorts, which he tossed to her.

She held up the shirt to read it. “The Eagles?”

“Are you mocking my choice of music, Swan?”

“Not at all. I love the Eagles!”

“Alright, then. You’re allowed to stay,” he said with a smirk and a lifted brow.

She rolled her eyes as she got up from the couch. “Where can I change?”

He led her in the same direction as his bedroom, but pointed to the room across from it. “This is Graham’s room. I can’t guarantee how clean it is, but he’s not usually too messy. As you can see, the bathroom is straight ahead. The towels and washcloths are in the cupboard above the toilet if you’d like to take a shower tonight or in the morning.”

“Thanks. I’ll go ahead and take one now, if you don’t mind. I want to make sure I shower before going to a waterpark, and there’s no guarantee I’ll wake up in time to take one in the morning.” She went into Graham’s room and shut the door, while he collected their cups from the living room and took them to the kitchen to refresh their drinks.

He was just pulling a bag of popcorn out of the microwave when Emma joined him after her shower, dressed in the shirt and shorts. “I appreciate you letting me borrow your clothes, Killian.”

He nodded his head in acknowledgement. “No problem. I must say, they look far better on you than they do on me.”

She gave him a lopsided smile and plucked a piece of popcorn out of the bag, tossing it into her mouth. He poured the rest of the contents into a large plastic bowl and asked, “Do you think this is enough, or should I fix another bag?”

“I’m not terribly hungry after the ice cream we had, so that should be enough.”

“Okay. Can you grab the drinks, please?”

They settled onto the sofa, sitting close beside one another, and Killian started the movie. Midway through, the popcorn and their drinks were completely gone and Emma was snuggled into his side, his fingers playing with the end of her braid. “I should have taken that out,” she remarked.

“May I?” he asked.

“Um, sure.” She leaned up and turned halfway so it was easier for him to reach.

He gently pulled the elastic band from the end of the braid and handed it to her, then began sliding his fingers between the strands of the plait. Working slowly, he carefully untangled all the snarls.

“Your hair is so beautiful,” he commented, continuing to comb his fingers through it, “like waves of gold.”

“Thank you,” she said, color tingeing her cheeks at his compliment. She leaned into him and he stopped his ministrations to wrap his arm around her, kissing the crown of her head.

When the movie ended, Emma stood up and stretched. “What time is it?”

He checked his phone. “Almost eleven.”

She yawned, then bent down to collect their empty cups. “I think I’m gonna go to bed.”

“Yeah, me too,” he said, picking up the bowl and pushing to his feet. “I can take those to the kitchen. If you want to brush your teeth, there should be an extra toothbrush in the right drawer. You can use the toothpaste that’s in there, too.”

“Thanks,” she said, placing the cups inside the bowl in his hands.

When she was finished in the bathroom, she opened the door just as he was coming out of his bedroom, colliding with him. “I’ve really got to be more careful when I’m coming out of the bathroom,” she laughed.

He took the opportunity to wrap her up in a hug. “I can’t say as I mind.”

“Mmm,” she hummed. “I don’t either.”

Their lips met in a tender, languid kiss. His hands moved into her hair, tilting her head to allow him better access. Hers slid around his waist and up the planes of his back, the soft fabric of his T-shirt tickling her fingertips.

Neither was in a hurry for it to end, but the necessity to take a deep breath finally drove them apart. “Goodnight, Killian,” she whispered against his lips.

“Goodnight, Emma. Sleep well.”

She pulled away from him and turned to go into Graham’s room. Before closing the door, she stopped to look at him over her shoulder with a sweet smile on her face.

He stood there for several moments, staring at the closed door with his fingertips tracing his lips, remembering the warmth she had sent through him with her kiss and how very right she felt in his arms.

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eartheats · 1 year

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hello everyone! hope you're all having fantastic days :) no real good pictures today but man, today was an interesting one...

no news yet on charcoal's whereabouts; the rangers were notified last night and i forgot to say so, so apologies for that!! 😥 but thank you to anyone who's reblogged the post for him, thank you so so much, m appreciates it too

it was another surprisingly busy day, though! apparently valentine's day is coming up and i had to play hopscotch a bit to try and justify why i'm...not really celebrating...but seeing all of these rival couples and regular couples really did put a smile on my face :) though i did have to tell several people we don't sell chocolate or anything at these pokemart stands, and i felt kinda bad, but hopefully they find something good

as for the babies!! peppermint continues to do really, really well! she and lulu are practically inseparable, and it so so cute! she likes riding on his head when he pulls himself along 😊😊😊 she's really getting used to people, too, and the ranger that came by today said he was really impressed by how much she's grown! he said they're still looking, but that they may be able to facilitate a cross region adoption if there's interest!! just putting that out there for all of you guys, heehee

[picture of ren and lulu on a very old, tattered looking couch that practically sits on the floor; he's asleep snug against ren, who's flashing a peace sign to the camera]

and lulu's doing great as always! super pooped today, we got some good battles in and i think he might've leveled up!!! i'm so proud of my big ol' lug <3 even he has new heights he can reach, and i'm lookin' forward to seeing each one~

#pokeblogging #pokemon #pkmn irl #ren talks #((ooc: i don't trust my mspaint fu so the image is a description this time sorry!!))

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czenzo · 1 year

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On the Hunt - Chapter III

[ao3] chapter links: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ]

summary: After Simon gets bitten in an unfortunate run-in with a werewolf, he and Penny desperately search for a cure before the upcoming full moon can force him to undergo an excruciating transformation. Lycanthropy comes with many other side effects, however – and not only is Simon soon to experience them, but Baz will surely be dragged into the mess, too.

words: 2191 rating: M

note: this chapter officially marks 100,000 words posted onto my ao3, which is wild to think about, especially since almost all of it has been posted in 2022!! woohoo

DAYS UNTIL FULL MOON: 4

BAZ

Snow’s getting tetchy.

There are two upsides to this: one, all of his irritation is no longer being directed solely at me, but instead towards his hot flushes and mood swings, which are pissing him off so much the only thing he can do is mope around in his bed and spend the day tossing and turning. (He hasn’t attended a single class since getting bitten.)

Two, he’s hot, sweaty, and mere minutes away from taking his shirt off.

Now, before you get all righteous with me – I know. I know Simon’s going through hell, I know he’s having a horrible week, and I know he’s terrified of the upcoming full moon. But you can’t blame me for noticing how fucking good he makes suffering look.

It would be fantastic if he could be sexy and angry at a much quieter volume, though.

“Snow,” I say. I’m sitting at my desk, alternating between working on my Latin homework (I’m vaguely impressed that whole scholarly articles have been written about such trivial things regarding the language, but also a bit narked that I’m expected to wade through all the waffle) and making my way through one of the many werewolf-related books Bunce and I checked out earlier this morning. “I’m trying to work. Don’t you have anything better to do than roll around in bed all day?”

Admittedly, part of me hopes he doesn’t.

“Shut up,” he says, hissing his words so much it almost counts as one of my trademark snarls. “You’re not the one who got bitten by a bloody werewolf.”

“No, I’m not. I have more intelligence and sense of self-preservation than that.”

Snow huffs, and out of the corner of my eye, I see him wrestle with his duvet and throw it clean off his bed. The gush of air it sends across the room carries a strong, distinctly canine odour.

Crowley, he smells like a dog.

Having a nose that works supernaturally well is becoming tiring. I’m still reeling from smelling Snow’s blood the other night. (If I close my eyes, I can recall every detail. It smelt of cinnamon and honey, of autumn mornings and coffee, of wood and sweet burning and so purely of Simon Snow that if Bunce hadn’t been so quick to clean it up, I fear for the lengths my body would have taken to get closer to it, to breathe it all in, to lap it up with my tongue.)

(I scare myself, sometimes. Is it possible to be addicted to a person?)

“You can’t spend all day like this,” I say, rereading the same paragraph I’ve been trying to move past for the last fifteen minutes. I keep getting distracted by the grunting and groaning coming from Snow’s bed. (It’s not even the pleasant kind.) “Don’t forget you need to keep yourself in check. If I turn around and find you’ve gone and completely wolfed out on me, I’ll murder you in cold blood.”

“What, as if you've got any better ideas?"

“You underestimate me.”

“I over-estimate you. I give you way too much credit than you deserve.”

At this, I turn in my chair to face him. “When have you ever given me credit, Snow? I’ve still not had a thank you for finding that stupid necklace of yours.”

His face contorts for a moment before softening just a fraction. His reply comes out stiff and stilted, but I sense an ounce of sincerity. It’s incredibly odd. “Thank you, Baz.”

I turn back to my desk and say nothing in return for a short while. Both the lycanthropy text and the Latin chapter I’m reading refer to the same chapter of a book I’ve heard of in passing, so I take a moment to jot the title down, knowing it could be helpful for both my homework and Simon’s current predicament.

“Have you tried throwing yourself into the lake?” I eventually say. As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret not speaking them with more animosity. I almost sounded sincere and helpful, which is far from how I want Snow to interpret it.

“What?” he replies after a lengthy pause.

“Go for a swim, Snow. It’ll bring your temperature down.”

“Baz, the lake’s fucking freezing at this time of year. Are you mad?”

“I’m not, but you may become so very soon if you don’t get off your arse and do something.”

“Shut up,” he says, but I soon hear him shuffling around and getting ready to go outside.

***

I’m not entirely certain how he managed it, but Snow convinced me to come with him to the lake.

One second I was in the warmth of our shared room, being productive and most definitely not thinking about the possibility of Snow taking his shirt off, and then it felt like I blinked and suddenly I was standing beside the lake, shivering, actually watching Snow strip down.

Merlin, Morgana, and Methuselah, Simon Snow is in nothing but his underwear. Across his chest is a generous spread of hair, and I think back to the glimpses I’ve had of his bare torso in the past. (They’re far and few, but I remember them in excruciating detail.) He’s never been covered in this much before. Snow needs to stop making lycanthropy look so appealing. It’s fucking annoying.

“You are aware that being half-naked isn’t a requirement for swimming, yes?”

“I’m not gonna swim in my trackies, Baz.”

“You’re going to make yourself ill.”

“I’m not a psychopath. The trackies stay off.”

Before I can conjure up a witty comeback, he’s already gone and chucked himself into the water with alarmingly little hesitation. He didn’t have the brains to consider emerging his body bit by bit and allowing it to adjust to the temperature, no – he cannonballed.

Whilst he’s submerged, I allow myself a second to dig my nails into my scalp. It’s both a grounding gesture and a reminder that I shouldn’t be dwelling on the mental image of Snow in nothing but a pair of boxers. (I’ve seen him change in our room countless times. I’m not sure why this time feels different.)

He breaks through the surface of the water with a shout, and suddenly he’s the happiest I’ve seen him in days. He splashes around, swims in circles, performs underwater somersaults, and floats around on his back, watching the evening sky darken above him. Meanwhile, I make myself comfortable on the lakeside, perching on one of the few rocks that aren’t coated in algae.

“You should come for a swim, Baz.”

It takes me a moment to process his words. “What?”

“Let off some steam,” he says, side-eyeing me as he lounges on his back, limbs spread out like a starfish. “You look dead tense. All the time.”

“A consequence of sharing a room with you for eight years.”

“I’m not really a fan of it either, but I don’t spend all my time bitching about it.”

“I don’t bitch.”

We exchange a look. I don’t like the knowing gleam in his eyes.

“Take the stick out of your arse and get in.”

“Absolutely not,” I say, turning my nose up at the body of water. It looks deathly cold, and I’m not sure how Snow’s still alive and moving. I'm not sure I would've suggested the swimming if I knew it was going to be like this, and I’m not certain magic would do much help, either – there’s so much water it would take multiple copies of me spelling it at once to increase the temperature by a mere couple of degrees.

“I said,” Snow paddles over to the edge. “Stop being a prig and live a little.”

“What in Crowley’s name did you just call–”

I don’t get to finish. In the blink of an eye, he reaches an arm out, firmly grasps my ankle, and pulls.

I can almost hear Bunce’s voice in the back of my head, informing me of the many perks of lycanthropy. As Snow bodily drags me into the cold, dark depths of the lake, I remember one of the ones that had cropped up the most during the beginnings of our research – enhanced physical strength. Lucky me.

If I weren’t already dead, I’m convinced that suddenly being plunged into the lake would have immediately stopped my heart in its tracks. By the time I emerge back at the surface, I’m ready to absolutely throttle Simon Snow, but the grin on his face and the laughter that erupts from him makes me forget I’m meant to be pissed off at all.

I’m here, now. May as well make the most of it. I scrape my hair away from where it’s been wetly plastered onto my forehead and push my hands in front of me, creating a small wave that engulfs Simon. He comes out of the other side gasping and spluttering, and I can’t help the small smile that makes its way onto my lips. (He made a particularly stupid face as he was trying to reach for air.)

“Feeling refreshed?” I say, to which he splashes water in my face.

“Yeah, actually. Wish I’d chucked myself in here sooner. ‘M not burning up anymore.”

“And now we’re both shivering, thanks to your idiocy.”

He grins. It’s a wonderful grin, all teeth and dimples and pure joy. “You enjoyed being dragged in. Admit it.”

“You can go and fuck yourself, Snow.”

“You’re too kind, Baz.” He pauses, and then his features pinch together to make him look uncharacteristically serious. I dread what he’s going to say before he’s even worked out how to word it. “Hey, why d’you seem so bothered about my, er– problem?”

I pull a face. It’s probably not a pretty one, but I’m too cold and focusing on keeping myself afloat to care. “What on earth do you mean?”

“You’ve been reading and researching just as much as Penny has.”

“Pardon me for not wanting to share a room with a werewolf for longer than necessary.”

“You don’t need to be a dick about it, Baz. I was actually going to thank you for a second, there.”

I take a breath and start making my way back over to the lake’s edge. “Spare me the sappiness.”

“Aw, you can’t be getting out already. You’ve only just gotten in!”

“More than enough for me.” I haul myself up and out of the water, scrambling to find my feet on the now-muddy lakeside. Luckily, my wand slid out of my pocket as Simon dragged me in, so it takes little effort to retrieve it and spell myself dry. I also throw in a You’re Getting Warmer to help regain the feeling in my toes.

Simon stays put, treading water and staring holes into my skull. I smirk and cast a quick Test The Waters, sending a stream of water directly into his face. The long string of expletives that pour from his mouth straight afterwards make a burst of laughter escape me, and before he can comment on it I send another stream of water his way.

“Alright, get out. Bunce will kill me if I let you die of hypothermia.”

“It’s not even that cold.”

“Your fingers are turning blue. And” – I briefly pause for effect – “I’m almost one hundred per cent certain you have a mountain of homework waiting for you at your desk.”

Snow groans and mutters a half-hearted insult. Eventually he clambers out, and I have to quickly drag my gaze far away from him. (Soaked-through boxers leave very little to the imagination, and a mere glance has, I must shamefully admit, given me wank material for at least a month.) (I’m glad it’s getting dark. I fed after my classes today, and the blood is now going straight to my face.) (And somewhere else, too.)

As soon as his feet hit solid ground, he physically shakes the excess water off his body and immediately starts pulling on his clothes.

“Aren’t you going to dry yourself properly?”

“With magic?" He scoffs. "Yeah, as if I can pull that off myself.”

Watching him try to drag his joggers back on over damp legs is an absolute pain, so I give in and spell him dry, too. I put considerably more oomph into it than I did on myself, and it makes his hair fluffier than I’ve ever seen it. It’s like one of those blow-dried cows Dev once showed me a picture of.

I must have started smirking at the thought of it without realising, because he shoots me a dirty look. “I’ll push you back in.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Snow, if we don’t get back to Mummers soon, we’ll have our heads chopped off.”

“I’d prefer that over wolfing out.”

“Would you?”

He looks me dead in the eye. There’s a glint of genuine fear, and it makes me want to get back to our room and my research all the more sooner. I’m not sure I want to find out how he’ll handle it if we don’t find a solution in time. “Yes.”

#carry on #carry on fic #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #czenzo.fic #on the hunt

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