I would love to see Wrecker with Topaz in the winter! Warm soup, cozy fireside snuggles, and just sheer cuteness! đ
Silent Night
Summary: After Wrecker and the Batchâs Medic are stranded in the middle of a winter wonderland, Wrecker decides to make the best of it.
Pairing: TBB Wrecker x F!Reader
Word Count: 725
Warnings: None
Prompt: Topaz - Affectionate Love
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: This one fought me at every turn. I knew what I wanted it to say, but I'm not sure I managed to make it as soft and sweet as I wanted. Oh well, Happy reading!
âYou know, youâre pretty good at this, Doc.â Wrecker says with a grin as his gaze drifts from the fish heâs cleaning, to where the team medic is crouching next to a roaring fire.Â
The light from the orange flames gives her an almost ethereal look, and Wrecker has a look away before he gets too distracted. âWell,â She admits as she clears a space of snow, as best as she can, and pulls the tent out of his kit, âMom and dad divorced when I was a kid. And while mom had a nice house, dad wasnât so lucky. So his weekends were usually spent camping.â
âSo you could probably clean this fish then?â Wrecker asks, as he glances at her curiously.
She smiles sheepishly, âWell, dad did show me how, but youâre doing a wonderful job.â
He grins at her, and sets his knife to the side, âWell, as it happens, Iâm done anyway. You have everything set up?â
âYep. Just toss everything in the pot.â
Wrecker does as she instructs, and watches as she adds a few packets of seasoning, as well as some dehydrated vegetables, âIâm guessing your dad had you doing most of the cooking?â
âYeah. Well, he wasnât very good at cooking, really. So it was either learn to cook, or me and my siblings were going to end up with tapeworms or something.â Wrecker sits on the flat rock that she foundâŠsomewhereâŠand starts cleaning his knife.
âYou know, you donât talk about your family often.â
She glances at him, âWell, thereâs not really much to say, is there?â She drops the contents of a second package into the pot, and then sits next to Wrecker, âMy family is just average.â
âIâm not sure what an average family is,â Wrecker points out, âThough I bet Tech could tell me.â
She laughs, âRight, right. Well, thereâs mom. She was a housewife up until she and dad got divorced, and then she got a job at the local elementary school getting me and my siblings free tuition. Dad was a firefighter who had a gambling issue. And then thereâs the kids, my other brother, me, and our younger sister.â
âWell, youâre a doctor. What do your siblings do?â
âMy brother is a chef at some big name restaurant on Coruscant. My sister is trying to become an actress, though sheâs only really starred in commercials.â She shrugs, âLike I said, normal. Your family is so much more interesting.â
He laughs, âThatâs one word for them.â Wrecker finishes cleaning his knife and stashes it away, âAre you comfortable?â
âHm?â
âItâs kind of cold.â Wrecker points out.
âOh, Iâm alright. The fire is helping, and Hunter insisted I wear cold weather gear for this mission.â She hesitates, âDoâŠdo you think-?â
âIâm sure theyâre fine. Tech is there, after all.â Wrecker drapes an arm over her shoulder and tugs her against his side, âWeâre the ones who have to camp outside in the snow.â
She smiles shyly, âIâm not worried.â
âNo?â
âI have you here, donât I?â She asked with a small, almost flirty, smile.
Wreckerâs heart flips nervously, âIâŠuhâŠâ
She tilts her head, âAm I making you uncomfortable?â
âNah, Doc. Iâm justâŠIâm not Hunter or Crosshair, Iâm not used to flirting.â Wrecker admits.
âIâll stop, if you want.â
âWell now, I didnât say that.â
She laughs, her hand coming up to cover her mouth, âI like you, Wrecker. Youâre fun and you make me laugh and you make me feel safe. Iâd like to go on a proper date with you, if I can.â
Wrecker blinks at her, âYouâŠyou do?â
âYeah, if itâs alright.â
âWe donât reallyâŠthere isnât much time for proper dating-â Wrecker stammers, âAnd I donât get paid-â
âI do get paid, and, well, it doesnât have to be a big thing, Wrecker. I just want to spend time with you.â
âWell, in that case, canât this be considered a date?â Wrecker points out.
She looks startled for a moment, and then she beams at him, âI think thatâs a wonderful idea.â She lifts to her knees slightly and presses a light kiss against his cheek, before she settles next to him again.
Wrecker presses his hand against his burning cheek, a wide grin that he isnât even trying to stifle.Â
Being stranded here isnât as bad as it could be.
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consider. as ce.dric's assistant. there's a magical incident where he accidentally gives my s/i sections of strangely colored hair and they decide to keep it
and they never have to dye it bc it just continues to grow in that way
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Hey lovely, I just want to say I love your bucky fics and especially dark bucky fics, it just hits the spot and it's so good so keep up the great work love. Now i'm not sure if you're still taking requests if so could you please do one of reader wearing absolutely nothing but bucky's army dog tag and him seeing reader like this makes him go feral.
And if you don't want to that's perfectly fine and i hope you have a great day/night and keep up the great work love đ
Thank you so much! I am so happy that you like them and I know it's been a hot minute but the way this ask short circuited my brain omg!!!
Warning(s): Dark!Bucky, stockholm syndrome, sir kink, use of makeshift leash, choking, rough p-in-v, power imbalance, m!dom, f!sub, puppy kink, humping, dumbification, cock riding, mention of somnophilia. Browse at your own discretion. Contains dark and mature 18+ content. Minors do not interact.Â
Bucky was honestly skeptical at first.Â
As you were still getting used to your new home he knew better than to fully trust you.Â
But you were just so fucking irresistible and adorable.Â
Sometimes he didn't know just what to do with you.
"Just trust me, sir!" Your tone was determined but demeanor shy when you had hurriedly pecked his lips and scurried off into the walk-in wardrobe after prying his hands off you.Â
The night was quite silver with the moon on full display, the inside of your room dimly lit as Bucky took a swig of his chilled after dinner beer.Â
When you took longer than was comfortable for him doing whatever it was that you were doing, he called out to you.Â
"Puppy? What's taking soâ"
The older man's voice locked in his throat and he had to do a double take when you did appear.Â
Your cheeks were a bright red as you nibbled on your bottom lip, hips swaying but posture stiff as you came into his view.Â
Bucky's hand reached for his neck in realization when he noticed the articleâ the only article on your otherwise nude body.
You sneaky little thing.Â
He had been so busy and stressed because of his recent mission that he hadn't noticed when you had slipped his dog tags off him.Â
A small smirk made its way on his face as he felt his cock harden instantly, feeling his head spin a little at the seductive way you leaned against the doorframe of the wardrobe, toying with the chain in as much a sexy manner as you could muster.
Just like that, Bucky made his resolve.Â
Even if you had been sneaky (and he would definitely have to do something about it to nip it in the bud), it had been to give him a show.Â
And who was Bucky to refuse you finally coming around and doing something out of your own free will.Â
Or, at least, as free as it could get given your rather coercive circumstances.Â
"Come here, puppy" his voice was dark and strained as he held back pouncing on you with all the force in his body and crushing you with the violent passion that was surging like electric currents within his being right now.Â
He always held back on you for he knew you were far too fragile to take his raw might.Â
"Y- Yes sirâŠ" You obediently answered like you had been trained to do so as you made your way to your captor and owner.Â
Bucky bit his lip as he sipped on his drink again, reaching out towards you before he twirled the dog tags around the index finger of his metal arm and gently pulled you in, resuming his earlier position on the bed.Â
Your breath hitched in your throat as your lips brushed against his. He had brought you in until you were bending over his form. Your heart was starting to thrum.
Excitement. Anxiety. Need.
"Puppy, you naughty, naughty fucking thing" Bucky rasped after making out with you a little.Â
The older man didn't speak before he pressed his lips onto yours and when he transferred the beer in his mouth to yours, you knew why he hadn't praised you yet.Â
The drink burnt its way down your throat.
Your nose scrunched a bit at the strong taste of his beer.
You weren't really allowed any adult beverages so they were almost foreign to your taste buds at this point.Â
"N- Need you, sir~" you were becoming more and more hormonal by the day and the man wasn't complaining.Â
"Is that why you put up this cute little show, huh? To seduce sir into playing with that sweet little pussy that's always so needy for him?" You couldn't help but lower your head and nod sheepishly, blushing under his dark and hungry gaze. "Aren't you becoming a cute little horndog?"Â
He couldn't help but smirk at the way you whined under your breath, both aroused and embarrassed.
"Aw, you don't like that, puppy?" He gently tugged at the makeshift leash. "Don't want sir to tease you?" You softly pouted as you shook your head and avoided his gaze. "AwwwâŠ" Now his hand wrapped around the rest of the chain and he jerked your head closer. "Then what do you want, puppy?"Â
"Y- You, sirâŠ" You shyly looked up at him through your lashes although just for a second. "Wantâ need you⊠so, so bad."
"How bad, puppy?"
"Very bad, sirâŠ"
He loosened up his grip but didn't let go of the silver chain.Â
"Get on up here and show me." You didn't need to be told twice.Â
"Yes sir!" You were eager as you scrambled onto his built thighs, whimpering out a shaky moan when your wet sex exposed itself due to your position and grazed against the material of his pants. "OhâŠ" A sound too vile for your personal comfort escaped you as you settled yourself on his lap, the upper half of your body being forced to bend towards him due to his hold on the chain.Â
"You like that, my little baby puppy?" Your mouth was agape as you could only nod, your own thighs trembling as you begin to slowly rub yourself against the grainy fabric of Bucky's pants.Â
"Love that, sir. Love it so muchâŠ" Your hand shakily grasped his metal one that was holding the chain for support, hips increasing their speed with this newfound stability and balance.
"Good puppy⊠good girl⊠good fucking girl" Bucky praised as he wrapped his hand around the chain once more, toying with one of your boobs with his other hand. "That's it, babygirl. Just like that⊠rub that slutty pussy all over my jeans like the desperate little toy that you are."
Fuck, he was too good with his soft, breathy praises as he stared up at you, mouth agape.
Your heavy breaths were restricted next and you could cum right there and then. As the oxygen slowly dissipated from your lungs, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and back arched when he suddenly twisted one of your nipples, eliciting a loud squeak from you.Â
When he finally let go of your windpipe and eased his hold on the chain, you whined upon coming to your senses when you realized that he'd lifted you off his lap.Â
You needed him so bad.Â
He was way too good at fucking you.
Though Bucky quickly shut you up with a wet kiss as he lowered you onto his cock next, remaining his hold on the dog tags all the while.Â
Your hands were removed from his bicep and metal arm and bound behind your back with his free hand that wasn't guiding you with your makeshift leash.Â
Bucky loved to restrain you; there was just something so hot seeing you tied up completely helpless at his mercy.Â
"That's right, fuck yourself on my cock. You look so fucking pretty when you're all dumbed out like a silly little puppy slut up on my cockâŠ" His words had you clenching as you rocked your hips, moaning as loud as you could, shame forgotten and disposed of.Â
"P- PleaseâŠ" You begged, too weak and sensitive to increase your pace but in desperate need to do so. "Please, sir⊠please⊠Need you⊠so bad⊠pleaseâŠ" Bucky tightened the chain one more time, this time not letting go until your flushed face had turned red, veins bulging out against the skin of your temples. "Th- Thank you, sirâŠ" You whispered out like you'd been taught to do so. You were so close. Your head was about to split with emotion and anticipation of what was coming. "... L- Love you so muchâŠ" The man froze for a few moments.Â
He had not taught you that yet.
As oxygen was allowed back in to your brain, you almost halted when you realized that Bucky was quietly staring up at you now and had let go of both the chain as well as your hands.Â
Your brows furrowed, since you hadn't even realized what you had just confessed. "W- What'sâ"Â
But the man beat you to it.Â
Before you could ponder over it and possibly change your mind.
Bucky had tackled you onto your back.
The movement caused his thick cock to bang all the way inside your cavern, causing stars to appear in your vision.Â
"I love you more, puppy." Trapping both your hands above your head like he had done you -mind and body-, he resumed his hold on the dog tags and began pounding into you like an actual animal.Â
You best believe he did not stop for the rest of the night.Â
So what if you passed out a couple times?
You loved him, so he was sure you didn't mind.Â
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I hate it here (a lot less when Iâm with you) | OP81 x Reader
Summary - Reader just got out of a mildly toxic relationship and released a song about what her coping mechanism was during that time, but when her new relationship gets leaked by the paparazzi, she decides to show off her new favourite person.
Warnings | Mentions of a past toxic relationship/ breakup, swearing
FaceClaim | Gracie Abrams
Requested | Yes - No
Type | SMAU
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Yourusername | Long Pond Studios has always been a place where Iâve let my emotions and feelings guide my songwriting completely, every song that Iâve written and recorded in this place has been a complete raw reflection of my feelings, and Iâm forever grateful that I can trust you enough to share them all with you without the slightest moment of hesitation. Thatâs why, Iâm surprise releasing my brand new song, âI hate it hereâ now. This song is about a method Iâve used to cope for the past few years of my life when I wasnât in the best situation, and I hope that it will help any of you who are or were in the same situation I was. This song was made with my soulmate of a collaborator, chosen friend, found family of mine, Aaron and were so incredibly proud of it and we canât wait for you to hear it. Sorry for being away for so long, I love you đ€
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User1 - OMFG SHES ALIVE !!!
User2 - ONLY TOOK FIVE MONTHS TO CONFIRM YOUâRE ALIVE AND BREATHING
AaronDessner - My favourite one together so far đ€
Yourusername - Love you forever đ€
User3 - WTFDYM âI HATE IT HEREâ EXPLAIN?
User4 - GO LISTEN TO IT ITS SOOOOOOOOOO GOOD
User5 - A SURPRISE DROP? WEâRE SPOILED
User6 - When Aarons a co-writer AND the producer, you know for a fact the song will change your life (and make the therapy bill triple)
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User7 - Girl donât apologise
User8 - FR like she gets cheated on, takes a brake and then apologises to us đ like girl itâs okay
JackAntanoff - *Alexa play Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo*
Yourusername- Your times coming synth man đ€« LOVE YOU STILL
User9 - WDYM HIS TIME IS COMING YOU CRYPTIC WOMAN
User10 - âI hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind.â Thatâs all I have to say.
User11 - Y/n could write Romeo and Juliet but Shakespeare couldnât write I hate it here
User11 - âI place you need a key to get to, the only one is mineâ girly I hope someone makes you want to make a copy one day
Yourusername - God I love you lmao
User11 - OMFG Y/n loves me I can die happy
User12 - âtell me something awful, like you are a poet.â BC HE ALWAYS PAINTED HER BLUE SKYS THE DARKEST GREY, RUINING HER DAY BY TELLING HER AWFUL SHIT LIKE HES A TORTURED POET !!!!!! (I knew Coney Island wasnât fictional you fucking delusional people, no one in a happy relationship writes that shit đđđ)
User13 - âThis man made me feel worthless.â Y/EX/N ISTG WHEN I FIND YOU. COUNT UR MINUTES
User14 - âI'm lonely but I'm good, I'm bitter but I swear I'm fineâ bitch where did you find my diary
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Yourusername - Iâm sorry whoâs this woman debuting at no.1 on the billboard hot one hundred? My god it is me, I canât believe this, I love you I love you I love you thank you so so much from the bottom of my heart, I mean it, I really do. MY GOD I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU. (And my baby with her first top ten entry, I love you Sabby, Go stream espresso, it is that sweet đ€đ) OKAY ONE LAST THANK YOU. đđ€đđ€đ
Okay I lied but being among names like BeyoncĂ©, Ariana Grande, SZA and Kendrick Lamar is one of the biggest honours ever, Iâm huge fans of them all and to be in the same space as them is an honour no words can express, I love you all, the most caring sweet fans on the whole planet đđđđ
(And yes, it was a reference to a physical key, this is it)
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User14 - We made the right one famous guys
User15 - Iâm actually crying, when did she stop being our little secret
SabrinaCarpenter - My biggest fan đ©·
Yourusername - Your biggest fan đ©·
User16 - Oscar in the likes for what?
User17 - Who?
User18 - Oscar Piastri, heâs a 23 yr old f1 driver
User19 - What is vroom vroom boy doing here
AaronDessner - Truly blessed to work with you
Yourusername - Iâm the blessed one donât even
User20 - Only y/n could send a five minute long, slow, alt pop song with a main piano background, basically a depressing lullaby bop, to number one above all these TikTok songs
User21 - Sheâs actually adorable
OscarPiastri - Been on repeat!
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User22 - UM HELLO WHAT ARE U DOING HERE LITTLE ORANGE MAN?
User23 - This is all bc of me btw
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Celebrity.updates - NEW COUPLE!!! Fast upcoming pop star, Y/n Y/l/n (21) seen out late at night on the streets of London with Formula one driver, Oscar Piastri (23), according to the source of these pictures the two were laughing and running around the streets together, when Oscar caught up to her and hugged her to him and kissed her. Rumours say that Y/n met Piastri through her ex partner whoâs an engineer for f1 team Alpine, the pair seem to be quite smitten and loving with each other. Whatâs your thoughts on this?
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User25 - WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN
User26 - Posting these photos is bad enough, but tagging them in it is crazy
User28 - Neither of them have even been hinting at a relationship at all, they clearly didnât want anyone to know yet
User29 - Canât these sickos just let them live, theyâre people too
User30 - Whoever took these is messed up
User31 - They do look rlly happy together though
User32 - The fact that her ex is an alpine engineer makes this situation so much more funny and interesting
SabrinaCarpenter - Youâre actually disgusting
User33 - TELL THEM SAB
User34 - The fact that sheâs not even wrong
User35 - the fact that she defends Y/n with no hesitation
User36 - The friendship we all need in our lives
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Yourusername - I hate it here a lot less when Iâm with you đ€ my favourite polite cat xxxx
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LandoNorris- Finally. The pair of you at the paddock hiding in MY divers room bc you were scared someone would see you in Oscarâs. Sigh.
Yourusername - You love me
User37 - OH MY GOD
User38 - I need to know the bears name
OscarPiastri- She named him Gerald
Yourusername - Donât sound so disgusted, thatâs our son
OscarPiastri - Sorry baby
User39 - Hysterical
OscarPiastri - My favourite smiling dog đ€
Yourusername- Excuse me did you just call me a bitch
OscarPiastri- NO I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT
User40 - The dynamic is already everything to me
User41 - Even his GF knows heâs a polite cat
Yourusername - He so is (heâs in denial)
User42 -â I hate it here a lot less with youâ Shut the fuck up
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OscarPiastri - She made me a copy đïžđ€
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User43 - Someone sedate me
User44 - SHE. MADE. HIM. A. COPY.
User45 - WTFFFTTFTFTD
User46 - Literally the ultimate Oscar on Alpine revenge
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Yourusername - I donât need my secret gardens, or my lunar valleys anymore, because I have you đ€
OscarPiastri- My favourite and only girl đ€
User47 - Iâm taking a nap on the highway
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If I could hold you for a minute
Javier Peña x f!Reader
Summary: Javier wants nothing more than to go home to you. And thanks to his partner's generosity, he gets to.
Tags: just pure FLUFF, mayyybe a sprinkle of suggestive humor, established relationship, Steve teases Javi a bunch, Javier is a BIG SIMP (i'm serious)
Warnings: none âĄ
Word count: 3.3K
A/N: something different for you guys đ i'm sadly still on semi-hiatus because of my finals, but I managed to finish this little fic as a break from my angsty Joel pieces. i reaaaally hope you all will like it đđ also, it's dedicated to my dumbass in crime @lily-inbloom đ«Ąđ luv you babes
This was one of the worst days agent Peña had in a long time, and he wanted nothing more than to go home.
First, two people from Escobarâs inner circle managed to escape the raid on the laboratory in which he and Murphy participated, leaving both of them exhausted and frustrated. Then Melissa gave Javier a bunch of shit because of some documents, and on the way to his desk some asshole bumped into him, making him drop and break his phone. And now they had to stay after hours to wait for Carrillo.
âItâs for you, Peña.â
So yeah. His day was shit so far.
His pity party was cut short when Steve sitting across from him hissed his name again. Javier shot him an irritated look and flipped him off, not in the mood to talk to any informants or their superiors.
âNot now, Murphy,â he grumbled, but his partner still handed him the stationary telephone from their desk, ignoring the hostility radiating from the man.
âJust take it, asshole. Sheâs worried youâre not answering her calls.â
At that, Javi sat up straight and in a split second took the handset from Steve, pressing it to his ear.
âÂżQuerida?â he asked quietly, paying no attention to Murphy rolling his eyes and chuckling to himself. There was a sigh of relief on the other end of the line and he furrowed his eyebrows in concern. âIs everything alright?â
âHi, Javi,â your voice came through the receiver. âYou werenât picking up.â
Almost instantly the tension was lifted from Javierâs shoulders and he exhaled deeply. You had a talent of putting him at ease, even when you werenât by his side.
âLo siento, cariño. Some idiot broke my⊠you know what, it doesnât matter. Are you okay?â
âYeah, yeah, Iâm fine, just wanted to ask when you finish work? I can swing by and we can go grab some food on the way home.â
He sighed tiredly, rubbing his brows. He hated saying no to you and if he could, Javi would give you the world on a silver platter â but some things, he didnât have any control over.
âNo sĂ©, cariño. We have a shitton of papers to read with Steve, and weâre waiting for Carrillo to fill us in on the latest action. Iâve got no idea how long itâs gonna take, sweetheart.â
Steve lifted his head and shot Javier a teasing look, but Peña ignored him, turning his chair to the side.
âAlright, so what do you say Iâll bring you some takeout? You can also ask Steve what heâd want, Iâll be at this place we went to a week agoââ
âNo, querida, no,â he sighed, this time with affection. Your voice was a temptation enough to throw everything to hell and run home to you, but to hear the kindness and love in your words, without even seeing your expression⊠It was heart-clenching. âWe donât need anything, you just go back home safely. Iâll try to get away from here as soon as I can.â
You didnât answer at first, but then hummed half-heartedly.
âIf you say so. But please, eat something.â
Javi smiled absentmindedly, covering his eyes with his fingers. He imagined your concerned expression, the receiver nestled next to your ear, near the spot he so liked to nuzzle with his nose. âHow do you know I havenât already?â
He could hear a trace of a smirk in your voice.
âI know you, Peña.â
âToo well, I think.â
âYou love it, though.â
He chuckled, shaking his head. âYeah, maybe.â He heard you yawn and the smile disappeared from his face. âYouâre tired.â
âNo, Iâm not. Iâll get to bed when youâre back.â
âI wonât be home for at least a couple more hours, sweetheart,â Javi told you softly. âYou can go to sleep.â
âIâll wait for you,â you repeated stubbornly.
âYou donât have to.â
âI know, cariño.â There was that sweet, teasing note in your tone, and a grin spread across Javierâs face again. âBut that will just give you more reasons to come home quickly.â
âIâll try,â he just offered in a whisper, resting his forehead on his fist. âCall Steve if anything happens, alright?â
âOkay, okay, I will.â Long since gone were the times youâd argue with him about that. You knew how terrified he was at the thought of losing you. âI love you, baby.â
âTambiĂ©n te amo.â
He didnât immediately hang up, waiting just in case you wanted to add something else. The line went dead, however, and with his lips pressed Javi put the phone back in the center of the desk.
âYou have it bad, Peña.â
Of course. Javier shouldâve known Steve will start to nag at him again.
He reached into his pocket for a cigarette and put it between his lips. He knew youâd complain about the smell on his hair and clothes when he got home, but he was already too stressed out and in a desperate need of a smoke.
âIâm not in the mood, Murphy,â he muttered, pulling out the lighter.
âI thought a conversation with your sweetheart would brighten up your day?â
Javier looked up and just as he suspected, Steve had that same stupid grin on his face, like every time the topic was brought up.
Ever since your and Javiâs relationship became more serious, Steve was taking every opportunity to tease his partner. If Javi was feeling generous, he could kind of understand where his friend is coming from â after all, he himself didnât think heâd ever act like a dumb teenage boy in the presence of a woman. But something about you mesmerized him from the very beginning, and, miraculously, here you both were, in a steady and loving relationship Javier Peña was always afraid of hoping for.
But alas, it was not a day to be understanding. He glared at Steve when the fellow agent didnât take a hint.
âShut up.â
âI wouldnât say no to a food delivery, you know,â Steve spoke up with a smirk under his mustache. âIâm quite hungry.â
âIâll sooner hire Escobar to make you sandwiches than let her do it.â
âYou wound me, Javi. And to think I was about to take care of Carrillo and let you go home early.â
Javier looked up in surprise at his friendâs knowing smile. Then he blinked, slowly and tiredly, wondering if he didnât misheard.
âReally?â he asked suspiciously, to which Steve shrugged.
âWhy not? Iâm in no rush since Connie and Olivia are in Miami, and as funny as it is to watch you yearn and pine, your brooding gets annoying after a while.â Javi didnât move from his place, so Steve nodded in the direction of the exit. âJust go home to her, Peña. Before I change my mind.â
The face of the agent broke into a smile before he could collect himself. He stood up so quickly that he bumped his hip against the desk, but it didnât phase him one bit. With a quick shove across the desktop, he swept all the documents to the folder and took his gun from the drawer, tucking it into his jeans.
Murphy was watching him with a smirk.
âYou owe me, Javi.â
âSure,â his partner replied over his shoulder, grabbing his jacket. âIâll get you a sandwich tomorrow.â
A quiet laugh followed him when Peña promptly ran out of their office.
*****
After the call with Javi you tried to find yourself an occupation, intending to stay up as long as you could. He was working like crazy lately, sometimes not even coming home for the night, so a chance to finally spend some time with him â even if it would only be for half an hour â was something you didnât want to miss.
So you wandered around his apartment. You read a little, watched TV, tidied up the cutlery drawer, folded Javiâs shirts, and now you got onto washing the dishes left from your dinner two days ago.
You were humming quietly, that stupid song which seemed to play on every radio as of late, when you heard a small sound from the hall. You paused and turned off the tap, your heart pounding in your chest, and sure enough there was it again â but this time you clearly recognized it as a key turning in the lock.
Before you could think of what to do, the door opened and Javi came in, locking eyes with you immediately. You blinked slowly, rooted to the spot with your hands lifted, still covered in water and soapsuds.
âJavi?â you asked in surprise. âWhat are you doinââ
Without saying a word, Javier came up to you in two long strides and put his hands around your waist, dipping you back and kissing you deeply. You made a noise in your throat, moving your wet hands aside, but then sighed contentedly as his lips caressed yours.
âI missed you, cariño. So much,â Javier murmured, not moving further away from your lips than two millimeters apart. âCouldnât wait to get home to you.â
âBut what aboutâ Steve, andâŠâ you tried to ask during those brief moments when he gave you a second to take a breath, but was unable (and unwilling) to move away when he was holding you so tightly.
âTheyâll be fine,â Javier murmured, moving his hands to your cheeks to cradle them tenderly. âSteve said heâll handle it.â
He firmly pressed his lips to yours one more time, his eyebrows scrunched with affection. You didnât ask anything else, instead wrapping your arms around his neck, still careful not to get his clothes wet. After almost a minute of tender kisses and whispered Spanish phrases, Javi rested his forehead against yours with a content sigh. His eyes were closed and he just hummed when you nudged his nose with yours.
âYou werenât supposed to be home for the next few hours,â you said quietly.
âIt was a damn torture. I couldnât wait, hermosa,â he murmured and exhaled heavily. âGod, I needed this.â
A bright smile spread across your face at the thought of this man thinking about and longing to see you so much. He sounded so stressed out and tired over the phone, but now it was like all nerves left him for just a moment.
âDo you want me to make you something to eat?â you asked in a whisper, but Javi shook his head.
âNo. Just stay here.â
âI have to rinse the dishwashing liquid off my hands, though. And you need to take a shower.â
âAre you saying I smell?â
âA little. But I mostly mean the cigarette smoke on your hair.â
Javi sighed, murmuring something under his breath. You gave him a peck on the lips. âGo on, cariño. Iâll get everything ready and then we can lay down.â
Javier grumbled, displeased, but didnât argue any further. âYouâll have to make it up to me, sweetheart.â
âIf you manage to keep your eyes open.â Your comment made him crack a smile and you mirrored it. âGo shower. And then come back to me.â
Javi sighed but obediently went towards the bathroom, putting down his aviators and the gun on the table on the way there. You watched him fondly, your heart still swelling with love at how relieved he looked to see you. He mustâve felt your attention on him, somehow, because he turned around in the doorway and sent you a smirk.
âIf you like the view so much, you can hop into the shower with me,â he teased, and you hummed, pretending to consider it.
âI would, but then it wouldnât be a âquick showerâ.â He smiled knowingly, and you scrunched your nose at him. âJavi, the longer you stand here, the less time weâll have for cuddles.â
âYou raise a good point, hermosa.â
With one last look he disappeared in the bathroom and you shook your head at his antics. A few seconds later you heard the sound of rushing water, so you hurried to your shared bedroom to get everything ready.
You pulled down the blinds and flipped the pillows to the colder side, and then swiftly changed into one of Javierâs shirts you liked to sleep in. You also took his gun from the table, knowing he preferred to have it within reach when he was resting with you.
Earlier that day you started to clean the cupboards, so the room was pretty messy. You spent a couple of minutes putting the piles of clothes and various knick knacks in their places, trying to be as quick as possible. Then you heard the water in the bathroom stopping, and it only took Javi two more minutes before he emerged from the bathroom in nothing but his boxers.
His hair was wet and chest bare, and exhaustion was marking his handsome features, painting shadows over his face. Without a second of hesitation Javi went up to you and wrapped his arms around your middle. You wanted to say that youâll be done in a moment, but didnât get a chance â he hid his face in the crook of your neck, grumbling tiredly, and started dragging you backwards to the bed. You swat at him with laughter, but those strong arms of his just held onto you tighter.
âCariño, I still have to finishââ
âLeave it. You donât have to do anything.â
âJaviâŠâ
âCome lay with me, mi sol.â He softly pressed his lips to the sensitive skin on your neck, making you shiver. You felt him smirking. âCome on. Please.â
You faltered at this word, so rarely used by him. He sighed into your shoulder and swayed you two gently from side to side.
Javi was right. Everything else could wait.
You lifted his hand to your lips and kissed his knuckles gently, feeling him relax behind your back.
âAlright,â you murmured. âCome here, baby.â
He hummed and kissed your neck again, then your shoulder, sneaking his hands under your â technically his â shirt.
âHave I ever told you how pretty you look in my clothes?â he asked quietly.
âEvery time I wear it.â You felt him take a breath, but you beat him to it. âAnd donât say theyâd look even better on the floor.â
Javi chuckled and hugged you tighter, still slowly moving backwards with you. âNot this time. Just wanna have you in my arms.â
âYou mean in your bed?â You couldnât help but tease him, and yelped when he bit your neck lightly.
âDonât tempt me.â
When you two reached the bed, Javi stopped and slowly turned you around before sitting down. You took his face in your hands, staring down at him lovingly, while he gently ran his palms up and down your thighs. He did look tired, with the exhaustion and sadness swimming in his beautiful dark eyes. After a moment he exhaled shakily and leaned forward, resting his forehead on your stomach.
âWanna lie down?â you whispered softly, and he nodded without a word. âOkay. Come here.â
You gently released yourself from his hold and laid down, immediately reaching for Javier and tugging him to lay on top of you.
The moment his head touched your chest, Javi exhaled heavily with relief, closing his eyes. You ran your fingers through his hair, brushing the wet strands aside.
âDo you need anything?â you asked quietly, but he just muttered 'no' with a light shake of his head.
âIâve got everything I need right here, querida.â
You grinned warmly, though he couldnât see it. âYouâre quite a romantic, Javier Peña.â
He chuckled under his breath, lifting himself slightly to meet your adoring gaze. âI thought you already knew all about it.â
âDid I?â you asked playfully, to which he lifted his head.
âWhat more can I tell you?â he murmured, leaning over you and smirking when your breath hitched in your throat. His brown irises danced across your face, drinking your features in. âDo you wanna hear how all I think about while working are your lips and the sound of your laugh? How the time spent together isnât nearly enough for me to fully revel in you? OrâŠâ
âOkay, thatâs enough,â you said sheepishly, making Javi grin victoriously. âYouâre probably spending that time in the office not thinking about me but of ways to mess with me.â
âTal vez, mi sol.â He pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth and moved lower, whispering into your skin. âBut I do wish I could spend more time with you.â
âI know, cariño.â You brushed his hair to the back with your fingers, scratching his occiput. âBut itâs not your fault.â
He hummed without conviction, still busy kissing every inch of your skin he could reach. One of his hands went to your waist, his thumb tracing small circles there, while the other climbed up to your hand, entwining your fingers together.
âDidnât you want to get some rest?â you asked breathlessly, trying to keep your composure. Your face was hot, and Javi hummed smugly at the pitch of your voice. He lifted his head and brushed your cheek with his knuckles, his hand still holding yours.
âI wanted to spend time con mi hermoso sol.â He touched his forehead to yours lovingly, gazing deeply into your eyes. âI was serious when I said youâre all I need.â
âI think you need some sleep, too.â
Javi grumbled, seemingly giving in, and kissed you sleepily one last time. His eyes were already closing and his mustache scratched your skin lightly.
âNo, querida. Just you.â
*****
The next morning, Steve came to work to the sight of Javier trapping you with his arms against his desk. He was leaving soft pecks on your lips every once in a while â so unlike the Peña Murphy had known before â murmuring something to you with a smile, causing you to giggle, too. You tried to slip out of his grasp, but Javier just pulled you closer. The pair was obviously lost in the moment because neither of them noticed Steve, until he threw a pile of files onto his desk.
âMorning, guys,â he said nonchalantly, eyeing your bashful beam and Javiâs crooked smile with a smirk. He noted that his partner looked way better than yesterday. âDâyou get any sleep?â
âActually, I did.â Javier gazed over at you and squeezed your hand with this look of a lovesick puppy that Steve mocked so often. âDonât remember the last time Iâve slept so well.â
âHappy to hear it, because we have a lot to do today.â He sat down and began organizing the notes from Carrilloâs report yesterday, wanting to fill his partner in as soon as possible. He heard Peña sigh.
âOf course.â He glanced up to see the other man stand up and kiss you lovingly â once, twice â before you lightly shoved him back onto the armchair. Steve rolled his eyes when Javi brought your hand to his lips, leaving one last lingering kiss, and then finally letting go of you.
âIâm gonna be late because of you,â you accused him, but he only smirked.
âLo siento, cariño. Have a good day.â
You said your goodbyes to Steve and turned back to the exit. Murphy shook his head and met his partnerâs dark eyes, sparkling with adoration.
âYou really have it bad, Peña.â
He didnât receive any answer, so he just smiled to himself and got back to arranging his desk.
He didnât get a second of peace, however, because suddenly a paper bag was dropped on the documents he was just filing. Two â a bit squashed â sandwiches were peeking out from the brown paper.
Steve lifted his head, ready to throw another teasing comment, but Javierâs eyes â still full of that raw love â were focused solely on your figure leaving their office.
*****
querida - dear/darling
lo siento, cariño - Iâm sorry, darling/honey
no sĂ© - I donât know
también te amo - I love you, too
hermosa - beautiful
mi sol - my sun/sunshine
tal vez - maybe
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jealousy | oscar piastri x fem! reader x lily zneimer !
summary; y/n spent months trying to send hints to oscar and lily about her feelings. he friendzoned her in an interview which made her turn to a certain american, however that just leaves the couple feeling jealous
fc; various girls on pinterest
warnings; probably ooc oscar n lily , cursing
word count; 716
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âLogan!â Y/n exclaimed as she saw the blonde American walking through the paddock. She was seated with Oscar and Lily who looked at her confused as she ran to the Williams driver.
âY/n!â Logan exclaimed as he wrapped his arm around her waist. âItâs been a hot minute, hasnât it?â
âOf course! Itâs not like we went out for dinner last night or anything.â She laughed, holding onto his shoulder.
Oscar and Lily share another glance at the sight of Y/n giggling with someone else. They knew that she was giggling with Logan was strange because she didnât really know him, or so they thought.
The English girl furrowed up her eyebrows, feeling strange at the sight of the two. âOsc, is it just me, or is it weird to see her with Logan?â
The Australian driver hummed in response, stabbing the lettuce in his salad. Before taking a bite he mumbled, âFeels weird too.â They both let out a sigh while looking at each other. They both knew the feeling very well. It was jealousy. They couldnât believe they felt jealous watching their friend with Logan.
Oscar glanced back at the two while Lily squinted as they watched Y/n drag her hand down Loganâs arm before hugging him goodbye. She turns around to walk back to the couple but pauses at the look on their faces.
âWhy do you both look so pissy?â Y/n asked confused, sitting in front of them and grabbing her can of Red Bull that she had abandoned due to chatting with Logan.
âWhen did that happen?â Lily asked, a hint of jealousy in her voice.
âWeâve been chatting for a few weeks now. We hung out last night.â Y/n replied with a shrug. âWeâre just seeing where this is going.â
âSo you have a crush on Logan now?â Oscar asked as he took another bite of his salad. He did nothing to hide the sound of jealousy in his voice or the upset look on his face.
âWhy do you both look so upset? I didnât think it was serious.â She nervously chuckled and glanced between the couple.
Lily rested her hand over hers. Y/n hated how her heart started to race from such a small action. She actually had a crush on the couple. But due to a recent interview of Oscar calling her just a friend, she thought that if she got closer to Logan then maybe sheâs lose her feelings or possibly make them jealous.
Clearly, she hadnât gotten over her feelings.
Oscarâs voice snapped her out of her thoughts. âWhatâre you doing talking to other guys?â His voice was suddenly low. His girlfriend hummed in agreement, moving to sit beside Y/n.
âWhy do you care so much?â
âBecause we care about you, a lot,â Lily responds and wraps her arms around the confused girl.
The McLaren driver clears his throat, copying his girlfriend's action by moving to sit on Y/nâs other side. âSeems like Lily and I have newfound feelings for you. And I must say, theyâre not platonic.â
She furrowed up her eyebrows again and scrunched up her nose. She looked at Oscar like he had just grown another head. âWhat the fuck do you mean? Werenât you the one who called me a âgood friendâ?â
âYeah, and he was stupid for it.â The British girl says with a smile, resting her head against her shoulder. âBut heâs right. We both like you and to be fair, seeing you with Logan made us jealous.â
âThat was the point,â Y/n mumbled causing the couple to laugh. Both of their hands moved to grasp hers, each taking one hand. Her heart rate began to pick up again as she kept staring between the two.
âSo, give us a chance?â Oscar asked with his signature shy smile.
âI waited so long to hear you say that,â Y/n said with a smile, letting out a giggle as she squeezed both hands. âBut yes. Of course.â
Lily smiled widely as she reached over to tuck a strand of Y/n's hair behind her ear, âOsc and I made you wait too long, didnât we, pretty girl?â She said, looking over at the Australian before focusing back on the girl between them.
âWay too long.â
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not according to plan | hjs (teaser)
summary: your ex-fiance is getting married and everyone you know is going to be there. when he calls to ask if you're coming, you accidentally mention a boyfriend. which would be fine, if you weren't very single. thankfully your best friend comes through with the perfect solution when he sets you up with a friend of his.
pairing: joshua x f.reader
genre: fake dating, strangers to ?? | fluff, slight angst, smut
rating: explicit (in the full fic), minors DNI
word count: ~1.1k in this teaser (full fic ~22k)
notes: johnny suh as the ex (sorry!), also includes other idols not in seventeen solely as face claims, there's a heavy focus on the fake dating, mentions of food & drink, warnings to be added to the final fic
fic post date: friday, april 26th (full fic here)
a/n: i started this legit months ago as kind of a joke, talking about it with @shuadotcom but it's finally done (and a lot longer than i anticipated).
thank you to: @wonwussy & @kwanisms who read over this for me (too long ago), and to @cheolism @wooahaeproductions @hannieween, & sj for all the brainstorming help along the way.
tagging: @aaniag @gyuminusone @crepecakeu
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You still think this is a terrible idea, yet agree to meet Jeonghanâs friend, Joshua, anyway. Apparently, heâs somewhat new to the area, doesnât know many people, and is incredibly easy to be around. Thereâs no mention of why Jeonghan thinks he might be willing to pretend to be your boyfriend. A part of you wonders if your friend even told him, but heâs not that cruel. So, whatever the case, Joshua must at least have some idea of what heâs walking into.Â
Several days pass between the nightmare of a call from Johnny and you actually meeting Joshua, which only adds to your anxiety about whether or not this is going to work. Johnny is asking for a name for the seating chart and for dinner selections. Your mom wants to know when theyâll be able to meet this new boyfriend before the wedding (because âmeeting him for the first time at a wedding is gaucheâ and we wouldnât want that). Your sister is convinced that he doesnât actually exist since you havenât posted him on social media. That you can at least answer to say that not everyone posts their entire life online like she does. It doesnât seem to allay her suspicions, though.Â
Then, thereâs the fact that youâre actually meeting Joshua for the first time at dinner. All you wanted was to go for coffee, yet he insisted. You couldnât exactly press the point. Not when youâre planning to ask this stranger to pretend to date you just so that you can avoid the embarrassment at your exâs wedding. On top of that, because Jeonghan really is a demon at his core, you donât know what Joshua looks like. Donât know who to look for. Which leads to you doing the only sensible thing and showing up 5 minutes late for dinner, hoping that heâll already be at the table when you get there.
It works.
When you give the reservation name at the host stand, youâre immediately led back to a table. Without even thinking about it, you smooth your hands down the front of your dress, looking for a small amount of comfort in this situation. Itâs not even that you struggle around new people, this is justâŠwell, itâs a lot. Itâs out of anyoneâs comfort zone. Whatever youâre expecting, itâs not the man sitting at the table the host leads you to. He nearly stops you in your tracks.Â
His black hair is perfectly styled down to the pieces on one side that come down over his forehead. The black dress shirt he wears is open at least one button too many, but he makes the exposed chest look work in a way models would envy. Even though his pants are black as well, he makes it look classic and effortless, rather than too dark. Thatâs all without even acknowledging the soft smile on his face. This man would break a thousand hearts without even saying a damn word. While youâre appreciating him, you miss the way his eyes rake over you appreciatively. Miss the way his eyes trace your curves and the way the dress clings to you.Â
In one fluid motion, heâs standing up to greet you, a gentle kiss placed on your cheek. Is it weird if your knees are a little weak? Well, even if it is, thereâs nothing you can do. Youâre completely captivated.Â
âYou must be Joshua,â you say. Brilliant, you think. Thatâs obvious.
âItâs nice to meet you. Jeonghan had nothing but good things to say,â he answers with another smile as he pulls your seat out for you.Â
âI feel like he hardly told me about you,â you respond. Joshua raises a perfect eyebrow at that.
âThen why did you agree to go out with me?â Joshua asks.Â
âGo out withâŠis this a date?â The question comes tumbling out.Â
Joshuaâs eyes widen in genuine confusion. âIs it not?âÂ
âWhat, exactly, did Jeonghan say to you?âÂ
A lot and nothing at all, it turns out. Joshua tells you about how heâs somewhat new to the area, which you knew. About how he met Jeonghan through work, kind of. They work in the same building doing very different things and happened to run into each other getting coffee a handful of times before Jeonghan introduced himself. The two had hung out several times, something Jeonghan had not really mentioned, and gotten to know each other over drinks more than once. The very first time, Jeonghan had mentioned you and Joshua admits immediately being intrigued without pressing for more information.Â
In any case, Jeonghan talked about you pretty freely, a fact thatâs hardly surprising. Before Joshua texted you, Jeonghan had mentioned, in what Joshua calls an offhand way, that you were sick of dating the same people. According to Joshua, through Jeonghan, you were looking to possibly be set up. (Read: Jeonghan thinks heâs crafty and isnât going to come out and tell this man what youâre really looking for. Typical Jeonghan, honestly. You know that âoffhand commentâ was anything but. And you had the audacity to think Jeonghan would have to tell Joshua what heâs getting into. Rookie move.)
Now youâre in a bit of an awkward situation because this man is honestly gorgeous, one of the prettiest humans youâve ever met. And, already, he seems like he might be sweet with a pretty good sense of humor. Itâs justâŠwell, youâre absolutely not looking for a relationship and this is the last person you want to get involved in your mess. Thankfully, you get a moment to catch your breath when someone comes by to take a drink order and suggest an appetizer. Itâs just enough time for you to talk yourself into telling Joshua the real story.
To his credit, he only looks mildly surprised as you outline your whole situation, inform him that yes, Jeonghan does know all of this, and clarify why you didnât actually realize it was a date. Itâs hard to miss the way his eyes seem to sparkle a bit when you also admit that heâs absolutely stunning in a way that hurts your feelings. Easier to miss is the way his face barely falls when you say that youâre not actually looking for something right now. Interesting.Â
âSo thatâs the whole thing and now that Iâve embarrassed myself in front of you, Iâm sure youâll understand if we never see each other after tonight,â you finish.
âHow am I supposed to go to a wedding as your boyfriend in a matter of weeks if we donât see each other after tonight?â Joshua wonders.
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Forget About It - (j.cm)
â§â â§Ëââ§â. Pairing: exâs rival!Changmin x afab!reader
â§â â§Ëââ§â. Summary: After spotting your ex at a party, all you wanted to do was forget about him. And thank god Changmin is there to help you do just that.
â§â â§Ëââ§â. Word Count: 2.7K
â§â â§Ëââ§â. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), acquaintances to lovers, oral (f! receiving), face sitting / face riding, cum eating, dry humping, groping, panty sniffing, mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions of male masturbation, mentions of cheating (but not reader or Changmin), use of weed (smoking and shotgunning), cumming in pants, pet names (sweetheart, good girl), cocky Changmin (but a hot one), reader is sad and Changmin is here to make it all better đ
â§â â§Ëââ§â. A/N: Belated happy birthday to our best boy kyu! Had the idea in mind before his bday but my brain decided to shut off so I'm happy that I got the chance to finally write this out! Proofread two times (loosely). Not me thinking about Kevin saying "Forget about it" đ anyway! Enjoy đ
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Out of all the things that couldâve ruined your night, it just had to be spotting your ex and the girl you caught him cheating with enter the party.
âWhat the hell are they doing here?â You thought to yourself as you nearly crushed the red plastic cup in your hands leaning against the wall. You didnât even notice ten minutes had passed just mentally throwing daggers at them from across the room.
It had been just nearly six months since the breakup, a decent amount of time for you to move on from the heartbreak. But all you could feel was the deep ache in your chest as you watched them hold hands from afar, looking at each other like two fools in love. The look he never gave you.
And suddenly, all the bad memories from that time started flashing in your mind. Especially the day of the breakup when you had discovered the pair having sex in his room when you dropped by unannounced to surprise him. You wince at memory of their shared moans being heard from behind the door.
You always knew there was something fishy about their âfriendshipâ. You were just too in denial to think otherwise.
You were starting to feel dizzy, mainly for drinking a little too much tonight but also just seeing them together and happy. So you decide to run upstairs to the guest bathroom, lock the door, and twist the faucet to splash cool water on your face and nape. You breathe slowly and deeply as you lean against the bathroom counter.
âA knock wouldâve been nice.â The voice echoing behind startles you, making your body jolt as you let out a light gasp.
As soon as you look through the mirror in front you, you see Changminâs fully clothed figure lying inside the bathtub, deeply inhaling a blunt before letting out the smoke from his mouth up in the air.
âS-sorryâŠâ You reply as you turn around to meet his gaze.
You knew Changmin. Had the same friends as you, usually at the same events too. Youâve talked here and there long ago, that is until you started dating your ex and he was always insistent on reminding you to stay away from him.
You never understood why, but of course you did anything to keep your ex happy by listening to whatever he told you to do.
Thereâs an awkward pause between you too as his eyes scan you from head to toe, noticing your disheveled appearance and heavy aura.
âNeed some help there? You look like youâve seen a ghost.â
âIâm fine. Iâll be fine.â You shake your head as you try to compose yourself.
âIf you say so.â He shrugs before taking another puff, tilting his head up to the ceiling to exhale. Your breath hitches with the way he looks as the cloud of smoke slowly escapes his lips, making smoking appear attractive to you for a moment.
âI too would be pissed as fuck seeing my cheating ex in a party.â Changmin utters out as he stares at the ceiling.
Your eyebrows raise in surprise. âHow did you-â
âYou look like you wanted to strangle them from across the room.â He smirks.
âOh⊠you saw that?â You feel your cheeks growing warm from feeling embarrassed. He nods at you in response.
âWant a puff? You look like you could use it.â He reaches his hand out with the blunt between his fingers.
âOh uh. I donât know how-â You look down as you try to hide your embarrassment from him.
âHmm⊠If thatâs the case then câmere.â He motions you with his other hand.
Changmin adjusts himself to sit upright as you walk over to kneel beside him.
âOkay, Iâm gonna take a puff then blow the smoke into your mouth. Cool?â He looks into your eyes as he takes the end of the blunt between his lips and starts inhaling slowly.
âY-yeah. Sure.â You stutter as you nearly squirm in your spot. The thought of his face being close to yours making you feel all shy suddenly.
Changmin leans over the bathtub, his hand gently holding your cheeks together with one hand to slowly open your jaw. He leans closer to your face, keeping eye contact with you as he blows the smoke inside your mouth.
You try hold back the small whimper forming in your throat. His natural confidence making your heart flutter and the scent of his cologne making you feel lightheaded.
âAll better?â He whispers as this thumb strokes your cheek.
You slowly nod in response, earning you small chuckle from Changmin before pulling away from you and lean his back against the tub once more.
ââŠDo you think I could hang out here for a while?â Your voice almost comes out as a whisper. âNot in the mood to bump into them anytime soon.â
Changminâs heart slightly aches with the way your sad doe-eyes look at him. He wish he could do something right now that would help you forget everything your ex did to you.
He nods and swings his legs over the bathtub to make room for you beside him. He lends out his hand for you to grab as you get up and climb inside, sliding down to sit as you prop your legs over the bathtub as well.
You lean your head back and close your eyes for a moment, the muffled music behind the door playing as you control the pattern of your breathing.
âYou know-â You turn your head and open your eyes to look at Changmin as soon as he speaks.
âItâs a shame what you ex did. Wanted to punch him in the face as soon as I heard the news.â
âDonât you always want to punch him though?â You slightly smile, remembering that Changmin and your ex hated each otherâs guts.
âYeah well, even more so because he hurt you like that.â He turns his head to face you.
âYou suddenly care about me Min?â You jokingly ask.
âAlways have sweetheart.â He smiles back.
You feel your cheeks getting hot as you catch his eyes quickly flicking down at your lips. His Adamâs apple bobbing as he slowly swallows and soaks in every feature on your face, committing it to memory.
âI never understood why my ex would tell me to stay away from you.â You whisper back trying to break the tension.
âYeah? What would he say about me?â He leans his head on the side of the bathtub, eager to know what youâve been told.
âMany bad things.â You chuckle. âLike youâre a cheater, you donât treat women right, youâre an A-class douchebag, the list goes on.â
âKinda sounds like he was describing himself donât you think?â
âNow that you mention it-â you both laugh with each other.
âAnd⊠Did you believe any of it?â Changmin looks directly into your eyes.
âN-noâŠâ You whisper, not realizing your body is leaning closer to his.
âGood⊠Good girl.â His voice goes an octave lower as he brushes the loose hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear.
You feel your whole body is on fire. Youâve never had someone have this kind of effect on you, not even your ex when he was being incredibly flirty. The kind that just sends electric waves through your system, raging butterflies in your stomach, and not to mention the growing heat between your legs.
You try to subtly press your thighs together, attempting to relieve the throbbing ache in your core. But this little movement goes unnoticed by Changmin. He smirks to himself, amused with how reactive you are with him.
âI can make you forget about him-â Changmin suddenly speaks.
âW-what?â Your eyes widen at his vague choice of words.
âJust-â Changmin gently lays his hand on your thigh, slowly rubbing it up and down on your exposed skin. His touch making your core pulse harder than ever.
â-Let me help you forget. Do you wanna forget about him?â He reaches for your chin with his other hand and strokes your bottom lip with his finger, making you lightly gasp.
âP-pleaseâŠâ You whimper.
As soon as utter that one word, Changmin immediately presses his lips against yours. Youâve never felt such hunger in a kiss before, but it was something you wanted to always feel from now on. You kiss him back with the same level of hunger, focusing on how his lips move with yours.
And before you know it, you both move in sync swinging your legs back inside the bathtub. His eager hands holding you by your hips as you climb on top and straddle him. Both your bodies feeling the slight ache of the bathtubâs hard structure pressing but you donât pay it mind.
His hands sneak under your skirt, placing them on your ass as you wrap your arms around his neck. You deepen the kiss further and smoothly insert your tongue inside his mouth.
Changmin groans at the feeling, squeezing your ass in his hands before mindlessly dragging your hips back and forth again this growing bulge. You moan into his mouth, the friction of his jeans rubbing against your throbbing bud making you so wet youâre sure youâre gonna leave a stain on him after this.
But Changmin would wear that stain proudly he thinks to himself. Any mark you would leave on him tonight he would wear it with pride. Truth be told, he had always found you so beautiful. The way his heart would beat faster every time he would see you, wishing one day that youâd notice him.
So to have you here on top of his lap, kissing him like this with your hands in his hair was more than he could ever wish for. Thank god the weed in his system gave him a bit of confidence to just play whatever cards he had with you tonight. And he was gonna play all of them as much as he could just to have you close to him for as long as he can.
âWait-â Changmin mumbles against your lips as he tries to pull away from you.
The way your eyes looked blown out and the sheen of saliva coating your lips was enough to have his cock stirring in his jeans.
âIs there something wrong?â Your eyebrows knit in confusion.
âWhat- No! Nothing could ever be wrong. Just- fuck-â Now it was Changminâs turn to stutter.
âWant you to sit on my faceâ he says so boldly.
âI-uhâŠare you sure? Itâs just that-â You try to look away from his lustful gaze.
âJust what?â He holds up you chin to look at you.
âIâve never been⊠You knowâŠâ
âWait⊠youâve never been eaten out before?â Changminâs eyebrows raise.
âPlease donât laugh-â you cover your face with your hands, embarrassed by your sudden confession. But Changmin holds your wrists pulls your hands away from your face.
âOh sweetheartâŠâ He strokes your cheek gently.
âIâd be honored to be the first one⊠Will you let me?â He asks with the most gentle voice. You nod in response.
âStand up a bit.â As Changmin helps you get off his lap his hands go under your skirt to pull down your underwear, pocketing it for himself at the back of his jeans. He slides down his whole body, his back now fully laid against the floor of the bathtub. You could feel just how wet youâve become with the cool air hitting your exposed cunt.
You adjust yourself and step over him, positioning your core right above his face before slowly kneeling down. Just as he was about to close his eyes and wait for you to sit on him you stop, leaving a gap between his mouth and your sweet sweet pussy. He could sense your nervousness already.
âLet me show you why he told you to stay away from me-â
Before you even get the chance to reply, Changmin hooks his arms around your thighs and presses you down against his face.
He immediately starts kissing your pussy lips before lapping at your cunt, the feeling of his tongue running through your folds and flicking your throbbing clit before taking it into his mouth and sucking on the bud.
Words are suddenly caught up in your throat as you let out whines and moans. You never thought being eaten out would feel so fucking good.
Your hand instantly finds it place on Changminâs head, grabbing his short hair in attempt to keeping yourself balanced over him as other hand leans on the ledge of the bathtub. But the vibrations of his groan against your core as you pull on his hair makes it harder for you to keep your composure.
And somehow, best part about this is you canât even see how Changmin is eating you out since your skirt is covering his face. Being unable to visually see his tongue licking between your folds as his nose nudges your clit heightens the sensation even further.
âMmm so fucking sweet-â Changmin mumbles under you.
And Changmin is living his best life right now. He canât believe your ex never did this to you and that he gets the honor of being the first one. He can feel how strained his cock is against his jeans as he continues on.
It doesnât help that not only do you taste so good, but the pretty moans you give him are just as sweet. And if by some weird turn of events he ended up dying tonight, he would gladly die smothered between your legs.
âFeels so goodâŠâ You whine.
Your moans start to get louder and a bit more slurred, signaling to him that youâre close to reaching your high. And without warning, Changmin holds your hips down and grinds your cunt against his mouth.
âShi- wait, Changmin I might cu-ugh!â
You yelp in surprise, both hands pulling his hair as you feel the knot in your stomach tightening further. The sounds of slurping and his grunting pushing you to the edge of ecstasy.
Your high hits you like a flash of lightning, making you involuntarily close your thighs together, squeezing Changminâs face as your body squirms from the overstimulation. You hear Changmin moaning against your cunt as his hips involuntarily lift, indicating that he also reached his own high.
Itâs the way your body convulsed as you orgasmed that made him explode in his jeans, the way your thighs squeezed his head had him nearly fainting from how hot that felt.
Oh heâs definitely replaying this moment in his mind from now on whenever he jerks off.
As soon as youâve both calmed down from your highs you help each other freshen up, fixing each otherâs appearances before heading out of the bathroom.
âYouâve got a little something there-â You point at the liquid at corner of his mouth, instantly knowing that it was a leftover smear of your essence on his face.
Changmin swipes it with his pinky, quickly examining it before sucking on his digit. Humming at the sweet taste of you as he keeps eye contact. He pulls you close by the waist, making you gasp as he leaves a small kiss on your lips.
âWanna get out of here?â He whispers. You also give him a small kiss and smile, biting your lower lip as you nod in response. âMeet me outside okay? Lemme just freshen up a bit more.â
âOkay. See you outside-â You kiss his cheek before leaving the bathroom.
Changmin stays inside for five more minutes before heading out. As soon as he opens the door, heâs met with the face of your ex.
âOh! What a pleasant surprise. Was wondering when I would be able to talk to you again-â Changmin smiles.
âAbout what exactly?â Your ex gives him an irritated look.
âAbout how sweet your girl actually is. Sorry, your ex-girl.â Changmin pulls out your underwear from his pocket and deeply inhales the wet patch left in front of your ex, staring into his eyes with a smirk on his face. Your exâs eyes bulge out, knowing exactly what Changmin was implying.
âAnd by the wayâŠâ Changmin steps closer to your ex and leans close to his ear to whisper,
âShe tasted absolutely divine. Not that you would know of course.â
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seven days (m) (teaser) | jjk
POSTED HERE JULY 22ND, 2023!!Â
upcoming series: seven days (m)Â
pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader(f)
genre/rating: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; roommates to lovers auÂ
summary: you dump yet another guy that wasnât up to your âten day standards,â which leaves your cocky ass, very off-limits roommate to tease your single status yet again. but the teasing is always expected. whatâs not expected, is the bet that you make without thinking. the bet that even though you give ten days, he wouldnât even last seven.
warnings: cursing, alcohol/vape mentions, parties, he wears glasses sometimesđđ, chains bc itâs tradition atp lmaooo, cocky!jk, feelingsđ€, big big big jk, flirty!jk, baddie!readerđ, multiple explicit scenesđ« , jk constantly in grey sweatpants and nothing else :))), full lists to be revealed each chapter!
notes: âŠso this song called seven dropped andâ
notes 2: but really there was a fic that had been in the wips for a minute, and i just so happened to have a burst of energy to expand on it so here we are! making it a series to allow myself time to dedicate meaningful energy to each scene and not rush themđ
est. chapters: prologue | mon | tue | wed | thurs | fri | sat | sun | seven days
est. running dates: july-september 2023
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teaser: below the cut if you want a taste đ©”
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âSure did,â Jungkook puffs before stepping away, taking all the tight space with him and letting you breathe again. âBut all Iâm saying is, you gotta lower your standards orââÂ
âNo.â
âOr,â he continues, giving you a look, âNot complain if theyâre too high.âÂ
âWell, thank you.â With your nose grazing the sky, you point out, âIâd like to think theyâre just right.âÂ
âWhat even are they anyway? All youâve said is something about ten days.â
âThatâs basically it,â you murmur, resting your arms on the island as to not have your chest in full view. âIf I still like someone after ten days, I know Iâd be fine dating them for real.âÂ
Thereâs silence when you finish. When you finally look, the gawk youâre getting in return almost makes you laugh. âWhat?â
âYou mean those days are only a trial run?âÂ
You do break into laughter this time, burying your face in slight shyness. âAnd what about it!âÂ
âAre you seriousâ?â Jungkook rounds the island so that he can speak directly at your hidden features. âHas anyone even gotten past all ten with you?â
You pause, breath fanning the granite top beneath you and wisping around your face. When you lift your gaze above your arms, you keep it trained on the countertop instead of his curiosity,Â
âNo.âÂ
He doesnât say a word.Â
âNot since my standards changed.âÂ
And you think thatâs the end of this conversation. Because what else is there to say? You know your expectations are impossible but you think this is a hell of a lot better thanâ
âI could do it.âÂ
âWhat.â A glare is shot. âAbsolutely not.âÂ
âWhy not?â
âYou? No.â You shake your head. âYou wouldnât even last seven.âÂ
âTry me,â he challenges, and you still canât take him seriously despite the fire in his eyes. âIâve lasted a lot more than that as your roommate, right?âÂ
âBut thatâsâthis isâthis is different! Be for real, Kook.â You vacate the island and head to your room, having enough of his teasing for one morning.Â
But you get stopped at the doorway, a bare chest and chains blocking your vision and sending your mind into a frenzy. When you flick your gaze to his face, he simply says, with the straightest expression,
âI am.â
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a/n: yeah idk what happened to me. one moment i was saying i wasn't gonna get bitten by the seven bug, and the next.. well. this happened lol. anyway! taglist is on a form so that i can easily keep track of who to tag. pls make sure to either tell me ur age in the survey or to have it on your blog bc i check all entries when tagging. prologue is already written and will be up soon!
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not quite tuesday tidbit teases
it's probably tuesday somewhere and this just popped in my head and I wanted to share. what do you think? do we want more?
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Itâs just after midnight and Buck is going to bed.Â
Heâs been saying this for a couple hours but YouTube had too many AItA videos and Instagram had those gorgeously edited food recipe posts and he doesnât even want to talk about the doomscrolling of TikTok. But he had a day off and it was supposed to be with Tommy so they could take the weekend and go somewhere fun and romantic, but then Tommy had to work. Buck couldâve gone in with the rest of A shift. But it was nice to have some alone time for himself so he took time for himself.Â
His phone goes off with a call five seconds after heâs gotten into bed. Itâs a number he doesnât know. So he could ignore it. Or wait until theyâve left a message. But who would call at this hour for no reason? Or for scamming, telemarketing reasons?Â
So Buck answers.Â
âBuckley?â The man on the other end says. He sounds vaguely familiar but not enough that Buck came put a name or face with a voice.Â
âUh, yeah? Who is this?âÂ
âMehta. Captain Mehta. Of the 133.â
âOh, hey,â Buck says, automatically friendly and smiling. That makes sense now. âWhatâs up? Why theâ why are you calling?â Why would he call in the middle of the night?
Why does anyone call in the middle of the night.
âBuckley,â he says and it sounds⊠it sounds⊠it sounds likeâŠ
They have him now. Theyâll take care of him. Why donât we get you cleaned up. Heâs in good hands. Theyâll rush him to surgery. You donât have to worry. Letâs get you cleaned up.Â
Lets get you cleaned up.
Buck canât breathe. His whole body is cold. Frozen.Â
He tries to get out of bed. He tries, but just slides to the floor beside it. He doesnât make it any further.
âBuckley, there was a helicopter crash. Your team, our team we went to rescue the pilot. Your, uh, sorry, I donât know what you call him, but your boyfriend? Life partner? Heââ
Oh god. No. No, thatâs not. Thatâs not happening. That is not what is happening right now. This canât be a, Tommy is dead and Iâm letting you know. It canât be that. Itâs not. They were going toâ
They were supposed to have a romantic trip together. Wine tasting and some kind of museum Tommy thought Buck would love and maybe a visit to a hot springs up north and they were going to watch the sunset and the sunrise andâ
And he canât be dead. He canât be.
âHeâs alive,â Mehta says. âWeâre at Cedars-Sinai. Heâs alive, but. It doesnât look good. Heâs in the ICU now. Heâs critical.â
Buck pushes himself up. Has to. He has to be there.Â
He barely remembers to thank Mehta or even end the call before he switches off his phone and runs out the door.Â
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The drive is a blur. The drive is probably very illegal and he doesnât know how he doesnât crash, but he doesnât have time to wait for an Uber or for anyone else. He runs as fast as possible to the ER lobby, and almost runs directly into Chimney.Â
Not almost. Buck crashes into him and almost knocks them both to the floor but that almost actually is an almost because Chim somehow steadies them both.Â
Heâs pale. Shaken up. His eyes are red. Heâs been crying.Â
âChim,â Buck says as broken as he feels. âChim, whereâ where is he? What happened? How did this happen? Please tell me heâs okay. He canât be dying, right? That canât be happening?â
Chim opens his mouth and grips Buckâs arms tighter, still trying to steady him. âBuck, weâ we donât know yet. It was bad, but heâs tough. You know that. He could be fine.â
Buck lets out a broken whimper and backs away from him. âNo. He is fine. Heâs fine and this isnât happening. I justâ Chim, I just found him. I canât lose him already.âÂ
Thereâs a flash of something on Chimneyâs face but thereâs movement around Buck, too. Other people. Bobby, heâs pretty sure. And Hen. They would be here. They would try to comfort him. But they donât need to because itâs fine. Everything is fine and this isnât happening.Â
It canât be happening.Â
He canât be dying.
Thereâs more movement and itâs all blurry, probably filtered through tears, but then everything stops. The world stops.Â
Tommy is right in front of him. Whole, alive, real, a little rumpled and there are bloody scratches and bandages on his face and around his arm. But heâs here. Heâs fine.
Buck slams into him, throws his arms around him, and sobs as he clutches him.Â
âBaby,â Tommy says softly as he hugs Buck tightly, cradling him, comforting him, and Buck can breathe. Heâs not frozen. Everything is okay. They were all wrong. Buck knew they were wrong. âIâm sorry. Iâm so sorry,â Tommy tells him and holds him tighter.Â
Buck pulls back just to look at him. âNo, itâs okay. Youâre okay.â He takes a deep breath and smiles because Tommy is fine. Heâs right here and everything is good. Buck touches Tommyâs battered face and caresses him gently. Heâs bruised and also pale, and very soggy. Itâs been stormy tonight. Another reason why Buck wasnât all that eager to go out in it. âThey told meâ fuck, they scared me. I thoughtâ I thought I lost you. I was so scared. I donât want to lose you. He told meâMehta, Captain Mehtaâ he called and told me there was a helicopter crash and my boyfriend was in the ICU and heâs critical and it didnât look good, and I canâtâ god, I canât. Tommy, Iââ
Tommyâs face isnât good. Itâs pale. Bad. Not smiling. Not relieved. It falls and he canât even hide the devastation on it. He looks like guilt and death, and his mouth moves but nothing comes out. âEvan,â he finally says, barely says. Itâs too quiet, too broken. âEvanâŠâ
No. No, Buck doesnât like that. He doesnât want to throw up right now. And he just might. His heart is rabbit speed lightning and his legs donât exist anymore and thereâs an awful blackhole of apocalyptic world-ending destruction swirling and growing in his stomach.Â
Someone takes his arm. Someone needs his attention. Heâs moved from Tommyâs arms because there is no safety or comfort anymore. Thereâs no relief. Thereâs no happily ever after, nothing will ever be okay.Â
Buck knows why Mehta said what he said. He knows who isnât here. He knows who would have come to him and immediately comforted him.Â
He knows.Â
He knows what this is now. It canât be that. It canât. Buck doesnât know anything.
Hen tells him. She holds his arm and says calmly even if itâs broken. Everything is broken. Theyâre all broken. âBuck. Itâs Eddie.â
No. No, it isnât. It isnât that either. Buck really canât take that. It was bad enough, unimaginable enough the other way. It canât be this.Â
Heâs already done this. They did this before. More than once. Forty plus feet of cruel earth and a whirling burst of metal and blood all over him.Â
Eddieâs blood was all over him.Â
âThe helicopter went down and got stuck on the cliffs. He went in so he could pull Tommy out, and we got Tommy out,â Hen tells him, every word a knife stabbing through both of them. All of them.Â
âHe saved me,â Tommy says, quiet and full of regret. âHe saved me and went down with it. They thought it was stable enough. It wasnât. They got him out after. ButâŠâ
Buck collapses to his knees on the floor and holds his head in his own hands as if he can somehow hold himself together when thereâs no holding himself together.Â
Itâs Eddie.
Itâs Eddie itâs Eddie itâs Eddie.Â
Buck shatters like flimsy glass and sobs in all the pieces that are ripped out of him. What about Chris? What about Abuela? What about Eddieâs parents and sisters and friends and everyone else who loves him?
What about Buck? They canât be BuckandEddie without Eddie.Â
âI need to see him,â Buck suddenly says to the closest person who will listen. âI need to be with him. Please. Please.â
Thereâs arguing that happens. Bobby yells at someone. Hen, Chim, and Tommy stay around him like a protective guard. Until someone finally agrees. Heâs not in surgery, they canât take him to surgery yet. Heâs not stable enough. But heâs on a ventilator, life support. They warn him and Buck doesnât care. He knows how bad these things can be. Heâs lived through several.Â
They give him five minutes.Â
Theyâll have to drag him out with an armed guard if they think Buck will agree to only that. But at least itâs something.Â
Itâs something.Â
Eddie is mostly covered. Blankets, wires, tubes, IV lines, bandages. Heâs paler than all of them. Slightly blue-purple, cyanotic. They tell him a few things but Buck canât hear them. He just wants to be with Eddie.Â
Buck sits beside him and rests a shaking hand over Eddieâs hand, under the blankets where itâs trying to be warm. Buck would give anything to keep him warm, and alive.Â
Eddie needs to stay alive. He needs to.Â
Buck rests his forehead on the side of the bed near their joined hands. He would say something if he had the capacity to form words and sentences. The only thing in his head right now is, donât leave me, please donât leave me.
And thatâs probably all he can say. All that really matters.Â
Donât leave me, donât leave me, please, donât ever leave me.
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Nothing I Can't Handle- Chapter 2 [Alastor/Reader]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54337009/chapters/139143145
Chapter 1!
Tags: Reader-Insert, Alastor in Rut, Non Sex-Repulsed Alastor, Rough Sex, Possessive Sex, blood kink? maybe if you squint, Biting
Round 2! Who doesn't love a nice chase through the bayou?
Comments and feedback fuel my lifeforce- let me know what you think! đ
Chapter 1 đŠ Chapter 3
When Alastorâs rut comes around the second time, youâre ready.
The first one had been⊠an experience. Not a bad one by any means- while sore you were thoroughly sated, Alastor having been very particular about making sure that you came just as many times as he did, if not more. By the end of the three day period you had been holed up in his room you were covered in a thin layer of sweat and various bodily fluids, the last day having been the most exhaustive. Your throat was sore from the constant noises coming from you; a headache from the dehydration of not getting enough water between rounds, though Alastor had done his best to remember to conjure a glass here and there; a variety of cuts and bruises littering your skin, a collage of delicious depravity. When Alastor had finally allowed you to leave your room, the rut having passed, you pressed on the bruises occasionally to give yourself a reminder of the time you had shared.
He acted like nothing had changed- he wasnât actively avoiding you like he had been in the days leading up to the rut, but he just⊠treated you like everyone else. Which was fine. Good, even! There was no reason for anyone to suspect anything between the two of you when he did the same things to do that he did to Charlie or Vaggie. Popping up when you least expected him to, leaning into your personal space, resting an elbow on your shoulder or head when he had the angle to do so.
You werenât foolish enough to expect that he would want to date you or anything like that- it was just a transaction to him, a way to get what he needed by giving you something that you wanted, even if you hadnât figured out what that was yet. A physical need that had to be fulfilled or he would go back to that snarling tower of a demon that stalked the hotel and made everyone cower.
Still, when he approached you one day months after the first one to inform you that the rut would be coming again soon, you prepared yourself.Â
You chug water whenever you can, and make sure to eat regular meals in the days leading up to it, squirreling away whatever little snacks you could stash in your room without luring out the bugs that Nifty liked to chase- Alastorâs powers seemed to draw the line at conjuring food, so when he could tear himself from your side he would journey to the kitchen and bring you small samplings of leftovers.Â
You spend your evenings trying to convince Alastor to have more meat when he joins the group at dinner, to make sure he could keep his strength up as well. He raises an eyebrow at you but does as requested.Â
When the night comes around, Alastor finds you in the lobby and asks you in a hushed tone to meet him at his room when you retire for the evening, and your heart rate spikes in your chest when you agree. When he vanishes you sprint to your room, collecting the assortment of nuts and snack cakes and pretzels and candy that you had amassed into a bag before you make your way to his room. At this you were nervous- youâd never been inside before, the last time having been sequestered into your own bedroom. You hoped he wouldnât mind your bringing something to eat along.Â
When the door swung open Alastor raised an eyebrow at the bag on your shoulder. âI hope thatâs not a change of clothes,â he says as he guides you into the room with a sweep of his arm. âBecause you wonât be needing them.â His tone is not salacious or flirty- a statement of fact rather than a come-on.
You place it on the table by the door as you start pulling items from it. âItâs not. I noticed, last time, that you donât seem to be able to conjure food- I thought this might make things a little easier on both of us. If I have something to snack on I wonât drop dead of hunger and you donât have to leave so often.â
His eye twitches as he watches you, and you second guess yourself. âI can- I can get rid of them if you want, take them back to my room-â
âNot necessary,â he says, and waves a hand; the assortment of snacks reappears on the stand next to the bed across the room. âI apologize for the pause. The part of my brain currently being overtaken by the rut did not appreciate the idea that there was something I could not successfully obtain for my⊠partner.â
âOh,â you say, and realize with a blush that that sounds stupid. âWell, either way, we should be set for this time! Iâve been making sure to drink lots of water so I wonât get dehydrated, thereâs some bottles in the bag as wellâŠâ You run through the various things that you had been doing to prepare for this week, and over the course of your tirade Alastorâs smile seems more and more strained. You finally stop your mouth from moving and just watch him as he watches you. âI⊠guess I maybe did too much, huh?â
âNot at all, dear,â he says like heâs on autopilot, and he lifts your hand to his lips to place a kiss to the back of it. âI am just⊠shocked, I suppose, that youâve done so much to prepare and make this easier for the both of us when youâve still not decided what you want for your end of the bargain.â
 âRight,â you say, face flaming as you make your way past him and to the bed. You perch yourself on the edge of it. âIâve been thinking about it, I promise!â
You totally havenât been thinking about it. You were perfectly content to just continue helping Alastor with his ruts- to be so close to him regularly was enough for the time being. The orgasms were a huuuge plus.
He watches you with his eyes narrowed before he sighs. âIf you say so, dear- do let me know when youâve decided. In the meantime, I do have some final tasks to complete before Iâm prepared to be incapacitated with you. I hadnât expected you to meet me so soon.â He eyes you sitting on the edge of his bed and hums. âThough I must say Iâm rather pleased to have you in my own territory this time, as it were. Youâre free to use my space as you please while you wait for my return.â With a faint buzz of static heâs gone, and youâre left in the comfortable warmth of Alastorâs room.
You lean back into the pillows, relishing in the soft sheets beneath your skin. They were red- of course- and you let yourself spread your hands across them. They smelled of Alastor, like the woods and spices and rain on the streets when you were alive.Â
Speaking of Alastorâs scent, he said he was glad to have you in his area this time, and you think about when he made the initial proposition and said that he could smell other things on you- maybe it was the deer part of him wanting to make sure that you smelled like him this time, made him feel like you were properly⊠âmated.â The thought makes you blush, but you donât think youâre wrong.
You catch sight of the bathroom door across the room. He had said you had free reign while he was out- while you waited you could take a shower, rid yourself of the scents of the hotel, and perhaps that would put Alastor more at ease when he came back. You make your way into the generously sized room, turn the water as hot as you can get it, and wash the day off yourself.
When you come back into the main room Alastor is waiting there, and his eyes widen at the sight of you in what you assumed to be his bathrobe that you had found on the back of the door. âYouâve certainly made yourself at home, darling,â he comments, but his eyes are roving over your form from head to toe, pausing at the black A emblazoned now over your heart.
âI, uh. I thought maybe you would prefer it if I didnât stink of the hotel when you got back,â you say. âYou mentioned that last time, and with the comment about being in your territory this time I just figured, you know. A clean slate was best.â You shrug your shoulders, the silk of the robe sliding off on one side from how oversized it was on you. âFuck-â
âAllow me.â Alastor is in front of you then, and despite the split-second thought that he would simply slide the robe off your entirely- he had said that you wouldnât be needing clothing- he simply rights it on your frame, taking a moment to admire the A. He leans down and buries his nose in the space between your chin and shoulder, inhaling deeply. âThe robe, while perhaps unintended, is a nice touch. Not only do you not smell of the hotel or its inhabitants, but you smell like me. Like mine.â He runs a hand down your arm and allows a clawed finger to drag the silk up your wrist.
âYours,â you agree, and at his sharp intake of breath against your neck you add, âfor the week! Whatever you need me to be, I will. Um. Be that. For the week.â
âPerfect,â he says, and your brain oozes with the warmth of the praise. âI actually do have a request of you this time beyond just allowing me toâŠÂ have you.â
âSure, what is it?â
Youâre once again struck by your possible stupidity when it comes to this demon- blindly agreeing to the things he proposes before you really understand what comes with it. He could ask to tie you down, or if he could use his magic in some way to be involved in the proceedings. He could ask to bite you, to really chomp down like he had last time but tear flesh away instead of simply releasing you- though you do think you might draw the line there.
He eyes you through lowered lids for a moment before he steps to the side of you and gestures to the swamp that heâs got materialized in his room- it had been there since he moved in, if you went by what Vaggie said. âIf you are not opposed, I would like you to run,â he says simply, reaching out to tighten the sash of the robe around your waist.
You glance into the darkness of the night that awaits at the border between there and here- where Hotel meets bayou, where reality meets⊠whatever that was. It had to be some kind of deer thing. âGot it. Is there a point to that? Iâll do it,â you assure him, hands raised to show that you werenât trying to argue the point. âIâm just curious.â
He hums a bit. âYes, Iâd think so. As satisfying as it is that you so easily submit to me, the restless buck in me wishes for more of a courting, so to speak. In nature a doe will dance around the buck, out of reach for several days before allowing herself to be mated.â He flashes you a tense smile. âI think a refreshing chase through the bayou will satisfy that craving quite nicely.â
âI see.â You look back into the swamp- itâs dark, but the stars are providing a decent amount of light and there seems to be a clear path through the trees to some extent, plenty of space for you to make some distance if he gave you a head start. Were you supposed to circle back here, to the bedroom? You could tell he was a little nervous about the request, but it didnât seem all that bad. âSo thatâs it- I run and you chase me?â
âHaha! What little faith you have in me, dear- you run, and I will catch you.â
His tone makes you shiver. âR-right.â You swallow hard and hold your hands into tight fists at your side. âAnd- what happens when you catch me?â
Alastor pats you on the head like youâve seen him to do Charlie. âYouâre a smart gal,â he says with a chuckle. âIâm sure you can figure it out during your head start- we may as well start now since youâre agreeable to the idea.â He glances at his watch before starting to remove his overcoat and roll his sleeves up to the elbow. âItâs not a terribly large area, so I believe ten seconds should be sufficient!â
âW- now? Ten seconds?â
His smile is almost bored despite the burning intent in his eyes. âWell, itâs only nine now.â
You know better than to stall any longer, and you bolt-Â perhaps some small blessing of magic heâs concocted, but there are no sharp sticks or rocks under your bare feet as you take off into the night, straight down the path you had noticed in the trees earlier. You stay mindful of any roots that may trip you as you run, your legs aching, heart beating faster than it ever has before, living or dead.
And yet- the thrill is exhilarating. You donât think Alastor would actually harm you in any real way, bruises and scrapes from the last rut aside that youâre sure youâll get a repeat of. But you could see why part of him wanted this. Craved it. A reward is better when youâve earned it, when youâve really worked for it.
And by the sounds of crashing trees and snapping branches that followed in your wake a few seconds later, he was certainly working for it.
You reach a clearing in the trees and turn to make a sharp right, sure that he was thinking you would continue straight on. As you do though you catch sight of the sky between the treetops- thousands of blinking stars with wisps of clouds shot throughout the deep, endless blue. Itâs almost enough to make you stop and stare, take a moment to really appreciate what Alastor was capable of with this creation alone. It was breathtaking.Â
A whisper of movement reminds you that you arenât alone in this astonishing dimension, and you sidestep just in time to avoid the grasp of Alastorâs claws as he reaches for you.
He looks feral - antlers extended and catching on the low hanging branches of the trees nearby, his eyes dark and crazed as he watches you take a couple steps back. âCome now, darling,â he says, and thereâs red dripping from either side of his mouth. âThereâs no use in that. Iâve found you.â
âThought you said you wanted to catch me,â you snark before you can implement your brain-to-mouth filter. The adrenaline is coursing in your veins, keeping you light on your feet. âNot play hide and seek.âÂ
Alastor laughs at you, the sound echoing through the wilderness. âHow cheeky!â He stalks towards you, a pace forward for every one of yours backwards. âRest assured, I will catch you, dear.â
You offer him your own smile, dancing backwards with every lurch. You know he could catch you easily, knew that he was just taunting you, toying with you. But God, if it wasnât fun, even as dangerous as it was to mess with someone as powerful as Alastor. âThatâs big talk for someone who still doesnât have his hands on me yet.â You turn, to book it back into the trees in the opposite direction, knowing that you wonât get far.
You stumble. The cliche of it isnât lost on you as you go down to your knees, and notice one of Alastorâs shadow tentacles slipping away from roughly ankle level.
You still try to escape, to draw it out just that little bit longer, twisting to one side as Alastor rushes you. All that does is get you facing upwards, the robe falling off your shoulders to drape across your collarbones before he has you pinned with a hand to each wrist.Â
âWell well, what do we have here?â He asks with his eyes lowered, pupils dilated as he takes you in. âIt would seem that Iâve caught you.â
âYou cheated,â you say breathlessly, as he slots himself between your legs, bringing your thighs up to rest on either side of his hips. âI could have kept going if you played fair.â
âOh, Iâm well aware,â he agrees, and then heâs trailing his lips down your neck, kissing at your shoulders and throat before he pulls the robe off of you to pool beneath your body. âYou gave quite the effort- I was surprised to see you get so far with your head start. I have no doubt you could have kept the chase going a while longer.â He sighs, like the idea of not having that now was disappointing. âAnother time, perhaps.â With that he releases your hands and digs his claws into your hips and grinds against you, the drag of his clothed erection against your bare sex sending sparks up your spine.
His eyes are closed, head thrown back as he groans in pleasure. His antlers, like last time, are extended to the sides, unrestrained with the openness of the space. He doesnât seem to be as lost in it this time, perhaps because you were with him at the beginning of the rut and keeping the worst of it at bay before he had the chance to get animalistic and frustrated.
It's almost better, in a way. The last time had been fun- so much fun, you had zero complaints that you hadnât already addressed with the supply of snacks and water sitting by the bed currently- but Alastor seems calmer in his need this time. Still at the mercy of his biology but less frantic with it, even with the chase that had led to the two of you here on the forest floor, sky full of stars above you. You would agree to nearly anything he asked of you to make things easier on him if needed.
He leans down over you, still grinding his hips while running his teeth along whatever he can reach of your body. Heâs perfectly positioned for you to grab hold of his antlers again so you do so, relishing in the full body shiver that courses through him at the sensation. Using one hand to keep your lower halves pinned together, the other slides deliciously along your back to twist into your hair, pulling your mouth to his with a groan that vibrates through your being.Â
It would almost be unfair how aroused you were if you didnât know that Alastor was in the same state, the drag of his length against you combined with the adrenaline of the chase leaving you slick and needy. âMine, mine, mine,â heâs mumbling against your lips, tongue darting out with every repetition to brush along yours.
You let one of your hands slide down between your bodies like it had last time, let your trembling fingers circle the base of him and moan into his mouth at the feeling of him, hard and hot under your touch. He jerks back from you, his eyes frantic and panting through his slack jaw. âDarling, please, I canât- canât think if you-â
âPlease,â you whine, and he flexes in your hand. âPlease, Alastor, fuck-â You release your grip and roll your hips into his. âDonât think- whatever you need, take it.â
He clenches his eyes shut, bringing his knees forward so he can rest your lower body on his thighs so he can free up the hand holding you to him. He pulls his hips back far enough to slide a finger through your wetness and into the tight clench of your body, the evidence of your arousal and how ready you are for him tearing a harsh moan from his throat. âYou astonish me,â he says, and the praise winds itself around the synapses firing off in your brain as he brings his fingers to his mouth, long tongue twisting around the digits to taste you. âDelicious- youâre so lovely, I want everything .â The visual of it- this powerful demon, on his knees in the dirt with you, licking your arousal off his fingers like some delectable treat as he fights to maintain his composure, his manners- sends a pulse of want through your entire being, and not having him inside of you is no longer an option.
When he lines himself up to thrust into you you beat him to the punch, pushing your hips forward to meet him halfway, and then all the way as the move allows him to slide in to the hilt. A choked off whimper escapes you, body shivering with the force of his rutting into you. Heâs hitting that sweet spot inside of you, the head of his cock slamming it with every thrust, and you want to cry from the pleasure of it.Â
âPerfect,â he whispers, his lips still close enough to your ear that you can hear the sweet nothings that tumble from his tongue. âMy mate, so sweet, so- fuck -â He falters for a moment, his hips stuttering hard into you before he comes back to himself and resumes his steady rhythm, the push and pull of his body into yours driving you to insanity. When his eyes open they are black, the little red dials of his pupils ticking steadily in time with his thrusts. His antlers are growing still, their size staggering, the dark jagged lines of them breaking up your view of the stars when you can manage to tear your eyes away from Alastorâs face. â Mine . Say it. Tell me.â His smile is desperate, expression dazed and full of need. âYou take me so well; fucking say it, I need to hear you-â
âYours,â you cry out, your thighs tensing with the force of your rising orgasm. âFuck, Alastor, please, yours-â
Arms wrapped possessively around you he leans back, pulling you with him to an upright position. He's still sat on his knees in the dirt, the sounds coming from where youâre joined loud and lewd in the relative silence of the bayou. He keeps you clutched to his frame, claws digging delicious lines into the canvas of your back. âFuck,â heâs gasping into the space between you, railing harder into your body as he loses his pace, hands coming down to hold your hips stationary and fuck into you from below. âFuck, darling, mine - â A wrecked groan of your name is the only warning you have before he stills as far inside your warmth as he can get himself, the move dragging him against that spot inside that sends you right over the edge with him.
He doesnât bite down as hard this time but he still sinks his teeth into your shoulder, the sharp pain of it giving an edge to your release as you shake in Alastorâs arms, a sound like a wounded animal coming from you and seeming almost at home in the darkness of the trees.
Like last time, when he removes his teeth from your skin he laps at the blood that spills from the wound. You release your grip on his antlers at last and your arms drape over his shoulders, letting your head drop forward to rest on them. He sighs contentedly into your skin, the air making your new bitemark sting. The buzzing and rustling of creatures in the trees has resumed now that you and Alastor have finished, and stands slowly to place you on your feet, pulling out of the heat of your body in the same move. Your legs are shaky but stay underneath you at least, and he watches you with narrowed eyes after tucking himself back into his slacks.
Something about his gaze on you makes you nervous, now that his mind is temporarily clear of the frantic need from his rut. You crouch down to grab the discarded silk robe, now smeared with dirt and littered with leaves and sticks from the ground. âThis m-might be ruined now,â you say quietly, still a little off kilter from the force of your orgasm. You hold it out to him, and while his jaw tightens a bit he still gives you a smile.
âNot an issue, my dear,â he assures you as he plucks it from your fingers. With a wave of his hand itâs as good as new, and he gestures to you to turn so he can place it back on your shoulders, helping to ease it over your arms and tightening the sash around your waist like he had before the chase. âI rather think it suits you- for the duration of my rut, at the very least.â
You blush. âIâll make sure to throw it on every time,â you say with a chuckle, testing the strength of your legs with a couple steps. âI think I can manage to walk this time, but I might need a little-â
âOf course.â He holds his arm out for you to grasp, the picture of a gentlemen despite the chase and rough fucking he had just given you. âI would transport us back but Iâm afraid Iâve expended much of my energy in chasing you out here.â He watches you from the corner of his eyes, and part of you thinks that he just finds it satisfying to see your knees weak because of him.
You glance back at the clearing as you walk away, and you can see the glow of the stars and moon where it cuts through the trees. âThat was a really pretty spot,â you tell him, and his eyebrows raise. âSeriously- that whole area is just gorgeous. Is it a deer thing? Or something from, you know. Up there?â You point skyward, hoping heâll understand that you mean from when he was alive without having to explicitly state it.Â
His smile turns wistful. âA bit of both, I suppose,â he admits. âIâve always found myself a bit more at peace among nature than anywhere else. The cacophony of living creatures, the cover of darkness for more illicit activities. Itâs always brought me comfort.â
âGives you some space for the more cervine activities too, huh? Like a nice chase through the trees.â You nudge him with your hip as the normal side of his room comes into view. âI really did make some good distance!â
Alastor smirks down at you. âYou seem like you had a grand time running from me, darling. Perhaps we repeat the experiment- see how long you can evade me next time before I catch you.â
âIf you can catch me without cheating Iâm game,â you say, and yelp in surprise when he swipes an arm under your legs to carry you the way he had last time, depositing you onto the bed. Youâre enveloped in his scent again he he lowers himself down to you, tongue trailing between the folds of the robe and descending, and before Alastor ensures that youâre so mindless with pleasure that you canât sass him, you have the faint thought that you really should start thinking about what you want out of this deal before he asks again.
You canât have him knowing that youâre content to keep going just like this, splayed in his bed with a sky full of stars just out of reach.
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Havent made a request in a while so would it be fine if I requested:
MC punishing Belphie by giving oral to Beel infront of him?
-BelphiesMeanDom
Hi BelphiesMeanDom!! ^^ I hope you've been doing great!! ⥠I was so excited to do this one!!!!!!!!! đ tysm for the request! âĄ
nsfw 18+ only mdni
Lessons // bj (face fuck), cum in mouth, cucking belphie lol, beel x gn reader
"This isn't fair! I'll be good! I'll do it next time!!!" Belphie whined, pact-commanded to sit still next to you & Beel on his bed. Belphie's throbbing cock stood tall & swollen, leaking pre-cum down his length while you continued to suck his twin brother off. You were nestled comfortably between Beel's legs, your knees cushioned by their rooms soft carpet.
You let go of Beel's cock with a small pop & glanced at Belphie, continuing to stroke his brothers fat cock, never losing rhythm. Beel whimpered quietly at the loss of your warm mouth.
"What's not fair is you making sweet Beel do my laundry when I asked you to do it. Seems like he deserves a reward." You returned your attention to Beel, running a slick tongue up & down his cock, eliciting a small groan from him. He instinctively pushed his hard large cock into your face wanting more.
"Beel what the fuck!" Belphie turned his attention to his brother, "You can't do this to me!" He spat shifting into his demon form, still unable to do anything as he sat frozen in place watching the lewd show in front of him.
Normally, Belphie didn't mind sharing you with his brother. Sometimes willingly choosing to just watch when he didn't fully feel up for tag teaming you. But this time was different; you paid him no mind whatsoever & he couldn't even touch himself. At least let him do that.
Beel hummed & spared a guilty glance at Belphie before your soft voice caught his attention once more.
"Beel, look at me. Not him." You batted your lashes up at him, fondling his balls with one hand, using the other to tightly grip & stroke his girthy cock. "You do want me to continue, don't you baby?"
He let out a content sigh as you ran your tongue along his slit, collecting the salty drops of precum that beaded at the top. Beel nodded as he gave in to you, grabbing his cock & gently smacked his fat pink tip against your swollen wet lips asking for more, "F-feels good...please."
"Hey, come on! " Belphie cried out.
"Ignore Belphie baby, you know he needs to learn his lesson," you cooed, massaging his thigh & pressing more kisses to his pretty pink tip, "just enjoy this okay?"
Beel moaned as you finally swallowed him whole again, warm wet tongue sliding against every vein, making his nerves jump with pleasure. He threw his head back & gripped the sheets as you bobbed your head up & down, cheeks hollowed taking his entire massive length. Your moans vibrated around him, making him feel dizzy from how good it felt.
"...So good...need more." He panted, placing a large hand behind the back of your head as he stood up from the bed, his cock slid further deep down your throat, making you gag & tears well up your eyes as your nose pressed against his pelvis.
"Mmffhâ!?"Â your eyes widened in surprise & before you knew it he placed his other hand on your head & held you firmly in place. "S-sorryâ can I â ?" He breathed out as he slid out your mouth before snapping his hips, pushing his cock back in & filling your throat.
"âhaah!" Beel repeatedly bullied his cock into your mouth, grunting & losing himself at the sweet delicious warmth of your tight throat. You breathed hard through your nose as you looked up at him with hearts in your eyes, (pleasantly) being used aggressively by the normally sweet demon. The two of you completely ignored Belphie who continued to whine in the background, you both couldn't really be sure nor bothered with whatever he was saying.
"Ahh so close~ n-need to cum, please" his hips stuttered & your fingers dug into him, helping him push his entire length down your throat.
"F-fuck! I'm, I'm cumming!" He moaned & panted heavily as you felt his cock spurt warm ropes of cum down your throat. You eagerly kept bobbing your head up & down for more as he whimpered & continued bucking his hips into you.
"S-sensitive!! R-really good! Ah-! Cumming again!"
You felt Beel cum once more, emptying the rest of his balls. You gasped for air as he slid his softening cock out, watching as he groaned & shuddered falling back onto the bed. You licked your lips clean for any precious essence of his, just in case.
The two of you heard soft panting & glanced at a flush faced Belphie. His own milky release painting his stomach but his cock still furiously red with hints of purple, cock aching to be touched. You smirked, as he whimpered when you ran a finger along his swollen cock; coating both your finger & his tip with his precum before stopping.
"Next time, do as your told. C'mon Beel, lets get you something good to eat, I'm sure you're starving." You said as you fixed your hair.
Beel perked up at the mention of food & quickly buttoned his pants, fixing himself up. You latched onto his arm & started naming places to eat as the two of you headed out the room, but not before popping your head back in once again,
"You can move now Belphie."⏊
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Obviously if your asks arenât open then feel free to disregard this- (love your work btw I just- I cant- đ„°)
Do you think they keep the dog tags *ON* during sex? How do you think theyâd wear them during it? Would they have you wear them?
You donât HAVE to answer for each individual character obviously if you would rather just do it as a whole or just one thatâs fine! Whatever works for you đ
*cracks knuckles* Iâll do âem all. (Sorry for the long post, Iâll put it under a readmore when I get home đ)
Do the Tags Stay on in Bed?
Ghost wears his tags because, like the mask, they just don't ever come off. He is two people when he is with you--Ghost is the creature that can protect you, that can do the things Simon Riley would have been too weak for when it comes to your safety. But Simon is the man that could have loved you properly. Simon is the man Ghost believes could make you coffee in the morning, could rub your neck at the end of a long day.
It isn't initially why he wears his tags when he fucks you, but it is now--Ghost holds you in an iron grip, looms over you as he thrusts into you hard enough to bang the headboard against the wall, and feels the tags with a dead man's name clink against his chest. They remind him that you deserve whatever is left of the man who would have been far better for you than Ghost ever could be.
Soap wears his tags fully out of pride. The SAS is his life, is a massive part of his identity, and while he knows not every mission he's sent on is wholly for the good, he holds onto his conviction to act with integrity and compassion no matter what. The SAS might not always do good, but he will, as much as he can.
He wants you to be proud of him, too--he's really doing it all for you, after all. When those tags hang between you as your legs are wrapped around his waist, as they come to rest on your chest when he leans down to kiss you, he wants you to know that when he wears them he's thinking of you.
Gaz has no preference, but more often than not they stay on because he forgets to take them off. Usually, it's because the moment you're both free with enough time to actually have sex, he isn't going to bother with silly things like getting completely undressed--he wants you, now.
So, they've whacked you in the face a couple times as the two of you have gone at it. It's too funny to get mad at, and Gaz always uses it as an excuse to "make it up to you." Sometimes he'll take them off, too, and put them around your neck instead. "Keep 'em safe for me, eh?" he says with a grin.
Price takes his tags off. Over 20 years of service have left him wanting something that exists apart from violence and bloodshed, and every moment he spends with you is that something. He doesn't want to be the Captain with you, not unless he has to be--putting his tags aside gives him permission to just be John with you.
Besides, they'd get in the way. John does his very, very best to please you, to satisfy you beyond any expectation you may have of him, and sometimes that leaves you needing to bite down on his neck to keep from screaming. Youâd probably not prefer to break a tooth on the tagsâ chain.
Alejandro also takes his tags off, although itâs less about keeping work and pleasure separate and more about the annoyance they can be. When he is with you, Alejo is focused wholly on you, and does not appreciate distractions of any sort. He doesnât want to have to fling his tags around to get them out of the way, or let them hang to be caught on an errant foot or wrist.
He does, however, love to see you wear them. Itâs totally a possessive thing, but in the best wayâAlejo worships the ground you walk on, and seeing his name around your neck inspires the same awe usually reserved for the divine. He thinks you could have anyone you wanted, and is humbled daily that you continue to choose him.
Rudy doesnât care either way if the tags are on or off, and if the topic ever comes up he leaves that up to you. Itâs an attitude that is very in-characterâRudyâs satisfaction comes from ensuring that you are satisfied, no matter what. Rudyâs love language, hands down, is acts of service.
Similarly to Alejo, however, he does enjoy seeing you wear his tags. âThey belong to you anyway, mi vida,â heâll tell you, lining your neck with gentle kisses. âAll of me does.â (He has been known, however, to forget where he puts them if they do come off. So itâs probably better if they stay on.)
Bonus: Valeria gave hers to you a long time ago. She asks very frequently to see them, to make sure you keep them with you at all times. She promised herself she would never, ever carry their weight again, but she also canât quite bear to throw them away, so now they stay with the only person in the world that she trusts.
If you wear them to bed, it will inspire a frenzy in her that will leave you limping the next morning. Those tags are a past version of her, a version she emerged from like a snake shedding its skin. While she is never sure how to feel about that previous self, seeing you take care its vestiges satisfies an ache in Valeria that she will never acknowledge.
Bonus: Graves has mixed feelings about his tags overall, being that he is technically not required to wear them anymore. They donât mean the same thing to him now that they used to. That doesnât mean they arenât always on him, of courseâhe keeps them tucked into his boots. So you never see them.
If you were to ever find them, bring them into the bedroom? It could go one of two ways. On the one hand, you could end up benefitting short-term from the frustrated agitation those tags inspire, with Graves using your body to relieve an old, invisible hurt you never knew about. He will withdraw from you afterwords, though, too caught up in himself to really connect with. On the other, he could just withdraw immediately, recede from you, and the tension of that encounter will linger for days. Itâs best not to involve his tags at all.
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Someone Different, Someone New â Cassian X Reader.
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Hi! This is an impromptu piece that is by no means my best writing â I just wanted to exercise my brain a bit. I havenât added a tag list on this one because I need to go through and sort them out/update them, so sorry about that!
Warning: this piece does depict struggles of mental illness/trauma/panic, so if thatâs something that could negatively effect you, please, please give this one a miss. This is based off my own experience of mental illness/trauma/panic, and the last thing I want is to trigger some unpleasant things because of my writing, so please take care. All the love. đ
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âYou doing okay?â
Rhysandâs arm pressed against yours as he ïżŒtook up the space beside you. Just as you were, he leaned back against the balcony railing, wine glass in hand. The cold temperature had driven the eveningâs guests inside, but the bite of the chillâŠyou needed it. Even as it started to hurt.
But you slapped a pleasant smile on your face that offered no glimpse of pain. âIâm okay.â
There was no need to put a front on for Rhys. He was the only one who could get it â it was he youâd been trapped Under the Mountain with, after all. He who had known who youâd been before, during and after. Heâd seen everything, and he saw you now.
Saw the way your gaze stared intensely through the open glass doors and fastened on Cassian.
âHave you spoken to him?â Rhys asked.
Barely. Youâd only been back three months, and the majority of it had been spent on your own. Fifty years trapped with people made company feely oily and itchy. And the person youâd become didnât exactly make for good company, either. Not now that you were someone who was short-tempered, or brusque, or downright miserable. Being alone meant not having to subject anyone to that. It was a wonder Rhysand had convinced you to come tonight at all.
And there was another underlying reason for not wanting to face Cassian. You didnât know each other anymore.
There might have been the potential for romance between youâŠa very long time ago. But fifty years apart had wiped that clean. You were no longer the person who had gone under that mountain. You were no longer the person he might have grown to love. He had known someone of vibrancy, of light and laughter.
You couldnât bear to face him as you were, now. And he seemed to be doing just fine.
âNo.â You answered Rhys, draining your glass.
Your High Lord studied you. âWhy not?â
âI wouldnât know what to say. And neither would he. It would be uncomfortable for him.â
âThis is Cassian weâre talking about. Heâll just want to know that youâre alright.â
You most certainly were not alright.
You werenât alright with enclosed spaces. You couldnât even stand the feeling of your clothes touching your skin for too long. Loud noises had you flinching and laughter sounded too close to screams. Sometimes, you could swear your bathwater was blood, coating you, staining you, reminding you of what youâd had to do to survive. There was an ever-present tightness in your chest that always teetered on the edge of becoming something terrible.
You may have escaped the mountain, but you didnât think youâd truly gulped down the fresh air.
And though youâd spent fifty years longing to get out from that prison, you honestly didnât know how to be outside of it. Who to be outside of it.
You felt yourself jolt as you watched Cassian bellow a deep laugh. The female he was talking to grinned broadly, proud of whatever sheâd said to garner such a reaction. Cass lookedâŠcontent. Happy. He had moved on with his life, just as heâd deserved to.
You werenât sure you could stomach watching it play out in front of you, though.
âI think heâs waiting for you to make the first move, Y/N.â Rhysâs hand landed on your arm, and your entire body went rigid. âHe wants you to have the control.â
You swallowed. âI donât think he thinks about me at all. Nor would I expect him to. He doesnât know me anymore. I am not the person he once cared for.â
âI think youâre more of that same person than you realise.â
He was wrong. You shook your head. âNo. IâmâŠsomeone different, Rhys. Someone new.â
âAnd you think Cassian would judge you for that? Really?â
Your gaze cut sharply to his violet one. âI think you have an over-exaggerated idea of how significant I am in his life.â
He stared back at you, pain marring his features. And this was precisely why you didnât want to be around people anymore. You were justâŠrough. Jagged. Rude and cold.
âIâm sorry.â Your eyes shuttered. You pushed your glass into Rhysâs hand. âSorry, Rhys, I justâŠneed some time.â
He didnât protest as you pulled away from him, wandering back inside and weaving your way through the bodies that had gathered for the party celebrating their High Lordâs return to Velaris. You didnât even know where you planned to go. All you were aware of was that tightness in your chest worsening. Constricting. You rubbed at your chest, forcing yourself to swallow down air.
Your legs carried you aimlessly as you climbed stairs and burst through a door. A bathing chamber. You collapsed against the door, a clammy, prickling sensation spreading over your skin as you fought to just breathe. Your ears were ringing, pounding, a pressure seeming to bind your body and hold it taut. You werenât sure you could survive this. Werenât sure how to not beâŠthis.
You werenât aware of how long it lasted. Time felt both fast and slow around you as you bowed over the sink, fingers digging into the porcelain. The music and chatter of the party sounded so, so far away, you could be forgiven for thinking youâd left the building. But you knew you hadnât. You were still here. You. Were. Still. Here.
You didnât know when your trembling hands had turned the tap on and darted under the ice-cold water, but the sensation was soothing, grounding. You focused on watching it flow, dripping from your fingertips and splashing into the sink. You cupped your palms and gathered a small pool and splashed it against your face.
Slowly, your breaths began to even out. Slowly, your body began to steady. The sounds from downstairs became clearer, sounded closer, and the sensations that had gripped you subsided, making way for a wave of lethargy.
You just wanted to sleep.
You dried your face, your hands, straightening yourself out and hoping you were steady enough to make it out of there. Hopefully you could get away without running into anyone. The last thing you needed right now was mindless conversation.
You pulled the door open â and stopped short at the figure that waited just outside.
Cassian pushed off the wall. He unfolded his arms, studying you. And whatever he saw when he looked at youâŠyou knew it couldnât be good.
âHeyâŠâ He said softly, daring a step closer. âCan we talk?â
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sweater weather | brahms heelshire x reader
18+ only
summary: you ask brahms to knit a sweater for you. he gets excited.
includes: edging, slight manipulation, possessive + jealous brahms
author's note: pls let me know what you think! i love this wall boy so much đ
@buggwritesmain here you go! tagging you as requested âșïž
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one night, as you tangle your fingers in his hair, you ask brahms if he would ever knit you a sweater.
"yes," he says after a moment, voice muffled by his mask. "you would like that?" his eyes are curious, a light jade in the glow of the morning sun.
"just for me," you tell him. in the space between the walls, you had seen the hanks of wool and the long wooden needles. throughout the room, there were scarves, socks, a few sweaters. before you, he must have had a lot of spare time spent carefully weaving rows of soft fabric to brave the cold winters.
"of course," he curls himself into your embrace, tangling his legs with yours. the old bed creaks at the shifting of weight. "i would never dream of making one for anyone else."
he's been talking more often, you've noticed. when your relationship had started to sprout to what it was now, he would rarely speak and usually it was to beckon you closer. he could never stand not being around you, after all.
you think it's endearing. in the time he yearned for you in the darkness, had he ever tried to practice what he would say to you? for a moment, you imagine him whispering in the quiet of the night as you slept, thinking of what he would do if he could have you.
the thought makes you hold him tighter.
he lets out a small, satisfied sound at the sensation of his hair being pulled. earlier today, you had entered the house to find him in a mood again. no matter how many times you had asked what was wrong, he refused to tell you. right now, it seemed like whatever had bothered him had subsided. at least for the moment.
"quite the romantic, aren't you?" a fond smile spreads across your face. hearing him flirt was something that was still new to you. "someone's been reading his new books."
through your fingertips, you felt rather than saw the blush that spread up his neck.
this close to him, you could hear the faint sound of him licking his lips.
"i've learned more than just that," he said, pride seeping into his voice. below the blanket, you feel his knee press in between your legs. "would you like me to demonstrate?"
the next day, brahms gently wraps the measuring tape around your bicep. you're both in his hovel - recently cleaned and organized thanks to your insistence and his grumbling. this part of the house hasn't been completely sealed from the elements, so there's a slight draft that makes your skin prickle with goosebumps.
"you're cold," he says, the warmth of his fingers trailing lightly across your collarbone as he measures your shoulders. it's tempting to lean into his touch, but he instructed you to keep still.
"w-we should move inside," you breathe deeply, trying your best to keep your teeth from chattering. the manor was warm and you had packed the fireplace with fresh wood just an hour ago. surely it would be fine to take your measurements there, wouldn't it?
"no." there's a sweet note to his voice, almost self-satisfied. "i want us to be here."
and when he says that, without any hint of sympathy, you realize you've been tricked.
"you're enjoying this, aren't you?" from making strange noises during your first month at the manor to taking your things, brahms could be mischievous whenever the mood struck him. standing so close to him in the cold draft, you were certain this was one of those times.
it must be thrilling, you think, for him to see you all vulnerable like this.
you suppress the urge to shiver. instead, you bite the inside of your cheek as you ask, "what's really happening here?"
"it's simple," he says, tightening the tape around your abdomen. the length of ribbon is cool against your body. just a breath away, you could feel the warmth emanating from his skin.
you had never had something custom made, but you were sure that the process of creating an item didn't require him to be this close to you.
"whenever you feel cold," the tape loosens, falls, and is replaced by his hands, the heat in his palms chasing away the prickles on your skin. "i want you to think of me."
his eyes intensify and you realize you are stuck in the web he's woven for you.
"brahms?" you ask, although any sense in him is gone.
"the other day, the errand boy draped his jacket over you in the garden," he says, his palms drifting to cup the soft curves of your bra possessively. "i saw it," he hisses. "and you came back reeking of him."
"hey," you start, realizing why he had been sulking the other day. he only ever played mozart loud when he was upset and you had to pry him from the shadows between the walls by promising you'd spend the whole day curled up in bed with him. "that didn't - "
it didn't mean anything. but that wouldn't matter now. not to brahms.
"am i not good enough for you?" his voice quakes. there's a note of warning despite its softness. his thumbs make slow circles around your nipples, the pressure of it made agonizing by the cloth separating his touch from your skin. "is that it?"
"brahms," you say his name gently, looking up into his glistening green eyes. your voice is level. steady. it's what he needs when he gets like this. "if you're going to speak to me like that, i have to see your face."
he pauses. you had an agreement that you would only have serious conversations with him unmasked and he had never broken it once. after a moment, he slips off the ceramic shell and sets it aside. a single tear falls from his eye lash onto his cheek. he's so beautiful, this strange man, and he's all yours.
you reach to hold his face in your palm.
"silly boy," you tell him. "you're the only one who can touch me like this."
this time, thankfully, the rage subsides. his gaze softens. in the end, he was always so full of hunger and you know how to keep him fed.
"only me," he says under his breath. "me."
slowly, you guide his hands to unclasp your bra, breathing a sigh of relief as his hot tongue licks into the hollow of your neck.
"only you," you tell him, like it's a promise.
with ease, he hefts you into his arms and lays you onto his cot. the new mattress is soft under your back.
in a moment, he's all over you. his mouth finds the hard bud of your nipple and his hand cups your other breast. you squirm at the feeling of his tongue lapping at you, your hips bucking at the open air.
"mine," he says hungrily. his mouth away from your skin feels like agony. the slick wetness of your exposed skin is too cold.
you need more.
"if you want to be good to me," you tell him. "then you better warm me up."
obediently, brahms slips off your lounge pants and underwear off with ease, wasting no time to slide his tongue along your slit.
you whine at the contact, running your fingers through his soft curls as he laps at your wetness.
he pulls away, his mouth glistening from your pleasure.
"my love is cold," he says, slipping two fingers inside of you. the pressure ignites a lick of heat within your core and you bite the end of your moan. "only i can warm you." your hold tightens on his hair. "only i can give you what you need."
brahms licks at your clit, but he doesn't move his fingers. he wants you to want him, so you fuck yourself against his knuckles. you rut against his beautiful mouth.
he gasps softly against your skin as your thighs squeeze his face.
when you come, shaking and whimpering his name over and over, he sucks the taste of you off his fingers.
"look at you shivering." he laughs, satisfied that he could ruin you like this. brahms sheds his tank top, pushes his pants down. "i can help you," he says. "i can be so good for you."
god, he's stunning. there's a litheness to his body - graceful muscle sculpted from agile years spent quietly sneaking through the shadows.
you want to shut him up. to eat him. you want to pull him down to you and take his neck between your teeth. but when he enters you in one long slide, body pressed against yours, all you can do is gasp.
"that is what you said, right?" he murmurs into the hollow of your neck as he dips his hips deep into you. "only i can touch you like this."
"i have to teach you a lesson," you wrap your legs around him. "about that mouth of yours."
when he pulls away to look at your face, you crush your mouth to his, sinking your teeth into his lip.
"mmph," he trembles, whining softly at the taste of you. before he had made himself known to you, he had fantasized many times about bringing his lips to yours. although you kissed him often, the thrill had never left him.
as the pressure builds again within your core, he pauses before resuming his pace. you rake your nails across his back, eliciting a deep groan from him. the brat was edging you.
"i don't want to stop," he gasps. "you're so perfect and you're mine you're mine you're mine - " he punctuates each repetition with a thrust of his hips and all you can do is hold him.
"come undone with me," he begs, sweat slicking his chest. "i need it, there's nothing else -"
"brahms," you breathe and the sound of his name is all it takes to make him shudder.
when you come, he kisses you deeply, pumping his warmth into you as you shake beneath him.
"i love you," he says, twitching inside of you. "tell me you love me."
"i love you," you tell him, brushing his hair from his face as the post-orgasm glow warms the both of you. there's a moment he spends just staring at you, as if he can't believe you're there in his arms. "did you even keep track of my measurements?"
he laughs. it's a gentle sound - one you wouldn't mind hearing for the rest of your days.
"i suppose we'll have to do this again," he says, his eyes bright and beautiful. he nuzzles into your neck, lips soft as he presses a kiss to your collarbone. "but for now, let me be the one to keep you warm."
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Hello dear! How are you? I hope you are doing greatđ
I'd like to request an oneshot with William J. Moriarty, where he has just returned from a mission with minor injuries on his back and his wife (preferably feminine, but if you're uncomfortable gender neutral is fine!) takes care of him. There she sees the scars from when his foster mother would punish him so she caresses and kisses his backđ.
With prompt 7
I really hope this is not confusing and thank you very much in advance. đđ
KNOW WHEN ITâS ENOUGH
Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!
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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot
Pairing(s): William James Moriarty x Reader
Prompt: âEnough is enough, and your best is good enough.â (Dialogue Prompt #7)
Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader
Notes: Iâm weak for people calling their significant other âlove.â
Vague references to the Hounds of the Baskervilles chapter(s) of the manga!
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Itâs late when William gets home.Â
You wake to the sound of the bedroom door opening and see him in the light of the dying fireplace. Your husband is haggard, covered in dirt, and looks like heâs two seconds away from passing out.Â
Youâre out of bed in an instant, gently working his long black coat from his shoulders and guiding him toward the shared bathroom in your chambers.Â
âIâm fine, love. Really, itâs merely a few scratches.â He says, and you hush him as you turn on the oil lamps and flit about the bathroom like a busy bee. You gather bandages and ointment from under the sink and draw a bath. Setting your supplies on the counter, you turn to face your husband.Â
William is leaning tiredly against the doorframe, watching with something akin to amusement at your fretting.Â
âI promise you, Iâm alright.â He says, and you shake your head, approaching him and dusting some dirt off of his cheek.Â
âI want to make sure, William. Please?â You whisper, and he sighs, cupping your hand and keeping it there. He leans into your touch and offers a small smile.
âWhen can I ever say no to you?â He whispers, and you grin brightly.Â
You turn away to give William some privacy as he sheds the rest of his clothes. Youâve already seen all of him. As heâs seen all of you. But it still seemed appropriate.Â
The splash of water alerts you, and you turn to see William sinking into the bath, eyes closed and looking utterly at peace. You fold his clothes and set them aside as he starts to relax. His arms hand out of the tub, and as you drag a stool to sit behind him, he doesnât move. He doesnât even move as you lather some soap in your hands and scrub it deep into his hair, getting all the dirt and smoke out from the golden strands.Â
Once done scrubbing his hair, you take a cup that was beside the tub and fill it with water to gently rinse the grime from your husbandâs hair.Â
âWhat was the mission about this time?â You ask softly, and his eyelashes flutter but donât open, as if you had woken him from sleep.
âSome nobles had been kidnapping children and hunting them for sport. Fred was worried, so we went and took them down. The children were rescued.â He says simply, and you hum.
âWhat about the nobles?â You canât help but ask, and he finally tilts his head back and opens his eyes to look at you.Â
Theyâre tired and dark.
As if he had done something terrible.
He likely had.
You werenât a fool. You werenât necessarily privy to Williamâs methods, but you were well aware of the lengths he would go to achieve his goals.Â
âThey got what they deserved.â Is all he says, and closes his eyes again as you comb the wet hair from his eyes. You nod once,
âIâm glad.â You reply. The two of you sit in silence as you gently wash the dirt from Williamâs shoulders.Â
Then you noticed the faint red color coming from his back, leaking into the water and turning it pink. With a frown, you gently push William forward from where he was relaxing to get a good look at his back. He moved without a fight.
William wasnât necessarily well-built or massive like Moran. He was lithe and lean, built almost like a dancer rather than a fighter.Â
He was also covered in scars. Old and new. Some were from past missions. Others were not.Â
Though William wasnât one to talk about his past, you had gathered enough in passing conversation to know that Albertâs family wasnât the kindest to him and Louis. You knew the both of them were adopted from an orphanage as a charity case rather than out of the goodness of the Moriarty familyâs hearts. You knew their birth son, whose name your husband had taken, was especially cruel to the boys. And you knew that the mother was quick to physical violence.Â
But to this extent?
You traced what looked like an old scar of a belt buckle, and it was then that William realized just what was going on. He sat up quickly, turning to say something but stopped when he saw the look on your face.Â
It was then that you realized you were crying.Â
Tears streaked your cheeks, and you wiped them with soapy fingers, careful not to get the suds in your eyes. Droplets of water dotted your nightgown, but you paid them no mind. He turned so he was facing you in the tub and reached with a wet hand to cup your cheek.
âWhy do you cry, my love?â He asked, and you gave a rather sad, watery sort of smile.
âBecause youâre always doing so much with no regard for yourself. You took all that witchâs punishments without complaint, without so much as a word against her.â You whispered, and his eyes turned so unimaginably sad.
âI have to. I have to try my best to help others.â He replied, and you shook your head, leaning to press a kiss to his shoulder.
âEnough is enough, and your best is good enough. You canât work yourself to death. I wonât stand for it.â You say, and he doesnât say anything else.
So, once heâs clean, you fetch his robe, a towel, and a fresh change of night clothes. You wait until heâs clothed from the waist down before dressing the injuries on his back. Theyâre minor in severity and wonât need stitches, but you clean and bandage them nonetheless.
All the while, William doesnât say a word.
Until youâre nearly finished, that is.Â
As youâre wrapping the last of the gauze around the worst of the largest injury, he speaks.Â
âThank you.â He says quietly, and you smile, although he canât see it. You lean and press a gentle kiss to his back, right over his heart.
âItâs not a problem. I love you.â You reply, and he hums.
âI love you too.â
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