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Bent Over

Summary- You may be Bucky’s assistant but your still is pretty wife. When the other board members take a liking to you bucky puts them in their place by showing them exactly who you belong two.

Cw- literally just smut basically, P-in-V, Unprotected, doggystyle, hair pulling, choking kink, Sargent! Authority kink, reader has long hair and wears heels, Afab reader, brief mention of drool, dirt talk, public sex, exhibitionistm kink, dom/sub, Dom!bucky, CEO!bucky, assistant reader, spanking, pet names, brief clit play, bucky fucking you raw over the meeting table with others watch. SLIGHTLY PROOF READ.

A/N this is by far the most….UNHOLY thing I’ve ever written in my 11 years of writing fanfiction and smut so i encourage you to read the content warning above and MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

ENJOY

You've worked for Bucky for hydra company since you were born. You previously worked for your father Alexander Pierce when you turned 14. But when his assistant double crossed him and killed him, that same assistant, James Buchanan Barnes took over the company at 18. At first you hated him having nothing left, not like your father was good. Of course the company should've gone to you..and well it did but at 14 years old it wasn't yours to run.

You two would bicker and often hand in hand fight regardless of being his assistant. Many year later and many fail assanation attempts on him you married him. You've been James's assistant for 11 years, and you've been married to him for 3. Your bickering had ended in a lust induced fight that led to feeling being expressed at gunpoint then a rough night that left you partially, and deliciously crippled the next morning, which prompted Bucky to make you breakfast in bed and draw you a bath.

Your work relationship is far different from home. At home he never lets you only want you whether that's wrapping his arms around you for a cuddle or being balls deep in your cunt.

At work however he's the right amount of distance and so are you. It's become a mutual thing to not let anyone know in the tower that you and the big boss are married.

You walk into the building holding a tray of coffees and an arm full of files. Your hair up in a ponytail, you wear a black knee high pencil skirt with a fairly loose but classy dark blue blouse, your black stockings paired with the jet black louis vuittons red bottoms bucky bought you last week.

“I made the coffee run.” you say setting the tray down in the office room.

Everyone who orders comes scrambling to their order without a thank you as usual.

“You do a lot around her, don't you miss pierce.” you hear an older man's voice speak and you turn to see one of the board members and the other men on his team behind him.

“Welcome Mr Cain you are early..i'll have to let mr barnes know.” you say pursing your lips in slight annoyance.

“Yes well i'm not going to miss a chance at this pretty face now am I?” he says lifting your chin you pull away from him.

“Excuse Me.” you say before turning back and walking down the hall area. They of course unauthorizedly follow close behind you. You stop at bucky's office doors as the desk girl presses the button allowing the doors to open you step in seeing bucky standing over to the window watching the morning view of the city as he shines up his metal hand, which your father gave him after a coup was sent on him he used bucky as a human shield.

“Mr barnes. It appears Mr Cain has arrived early.” you says

“Love the way you say my name sweetheart.” Cain speaks slapping your ass making you jump and wanting you punch the ever living outta him.

“Hmm.” Bucky hums as he turns to see Mr cain.

“Are the others here?” he asks you.

“No sir…they will be arriving at 8. Like you asked.” you say knowing bucky will be pissed off at cain with being early and treating you as such. A small smile forming on your face.

“You're 15 minutes early Cain. Were you offered coffee or bourbon? " Bucky says.

“No james-” Cain begins.

“Good.” Bucky cuts him off. He looks to you and holds out his hands for the files. You walk over to him handing them to your beloved husband. He takes a moment to look through the pages.

“Early Mr Cain but lacking in so many areas, your files aren't in the stock.” he says.

“I had it transferred digitally.” Cain speaks proudly. Bucky tilts his head to the side slightly and nods a bit before handing the files back to you. You walk to the cabinet and bend down to sort them into the right orders. You hear a crash and a grunt knowing Cain is face down on the table and Bucky is holding him there.

“Im old school Cain i like the files printed, i also like to be on time, not early, not late…on. Fucking. Time.” bucky huffs cain struggles against the cold black marble desk.

“Understood?” Bucky asks.

“Y-yes..sir..” Cain gurgles out. Bucky lets him go and stands up fixing his suit.

“Good. I'll see you in um….10 minutes. Office room 8. y/n.” bucky says looking at you as you close the files cabinet.

“Yes sir?” you ask completely unfazed but the situation as Cain picks himself up.

“Send the maid in to clean up the mess and get room 8 ready for the meeting… also escort Mr Cain out and show twords the room.” he says you nod your heels clicking against the tiled floor as you walk out cain following you.

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You stand on the side of the door way welcoming the men of the board into the meeting room one by one they all join in and in some way in their own eye fuck you, or get a touch of you in some way.

They all take their seats and bucky walks in after them. You're about to close the door when he stops you.

“I'll need you for this one doll.” He says he never calls you his personal nickname at work.

“S-sir?” you ask

“Come on love.” he says, taking your hand leading you into the room. He takes a seat at the head of the table as usual and you stand beside him.

“So I realize that we are gathered here for the section rating. How our router facilities are going and what we are going to do about the one that got taken down. Simply kill the one in charge, the router taken down, and forty the rest." Bucky begins.

“In the budget.” someone begins. Bucky holds his hand up.

“The budget is not the problem. The problem is that we have to much money and aren't using it to put more into the structure..but that's not the problem i want to address today no…the harassment and sexualization of my wife is getting out of hand.'' Bucky speaks and stands up pushing his chair back.

“J-james.” you speak quietly.

“I don't know what you men think but i think that the only one here who gets to touch her is me…don't you?” bucky speaks undoing his belt, your knees feel of jello and a shiver goes up your spine.

Bucky pulls you to him and presses his lips to yours deeply he grips a handful of your ass before pushing you back against the table, your back laying against it he pushing up your skirt and rips open the front of your shirt.

“I think you all need a fuckign lesson about who my assistant is and your gonna sit their like good students and fucking watch.” bucky grunts out as your laced bra is exposed he grips your neck pulling you up to him and gently takes out your ponytail letting your hair fall.

“What do you think of these dirty old men touching you honey?” he asks you. You bite your lip making a bucky smile knowing what that does to him.

“Your hands trails down his front to his crotch feeling the bulge already full in his pants straining against the fabric. You pull down the zipper causing him to slip out, you take him in your hand giving his length a few good strokes before he pushes back against the table he moves your panties to the side briefly only to rip them off throwing them in the room. With out warning or prep he enters you roughly you mouth falls open and a moan escapes as he begins to fuck up into you.

“n-ngh..James.” you gasp out in pleasure.

“Come on princess, don't hide those pretty sounds from us.” he says a violent blush fills your face but the arousal going on between your legs blurs out any embarrassment. Your husband is fucking you out silly, on the table of the meeting room infront of the entire board and you are loving every second of it.

“Come on doll you gotta l–let em know who you belong to. You the fuck put tha pretty ring on your finger?” bucky huffs.

“Y-you did ahh. Fu-fuck.. You did.” you maon out in fragments as he pulls you bra down exposing your tits gripping one and continuing to fuck you his thumb brushing over your hardend bud and the stimulation in you cunt is enough for you cum once.

“F-fuck james..ah” you grip his hand as your cunt squeezes around his cock.

“Come on love you cant keep this a secrect you fucking cumming?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

“Y-y-yes ah..m-more please.” you ask breathlessly. He pulls out of you for a quick moment before turning you on your stomach and taking you from behind. Your nails claw at the table as he pounds into you.

“Come on honey gotta show em your gorgeous face dont yah.” he pulls you up you back against him his left hand around your neck making your eyes roll back in pleasure and happiness on the dominance he has over you. While his other hand reaches down to your clit rubbing and playing perfectly.

“Ah! AH” you moan out a broken gasp as your knees merge in over stimulation.

“Come on… take it like a good girl.” Bucky groans into your ear knowing that the other men can absolutely hear him.

Your arms reach about your head holding onto bucky as best as you can, your tits bouncing freely, men both looking away and can't take their eyes off the display right in front of them.

“Come one baby you gonna fucking cum for me again huh?” bucky grunts.

“Y-yes ah fuck yes.. Please i- i want it so b-bad. Please im your..ah please sargent” you beg. Bucky knowing full well he has you in the palm of his hand now with how cock drunk he's easily gotten you.

His hold around your neck loosens and he lets you back onto the table pressing his hand onto the small of your back feeling the arch making him groan.

“Such a good fucking girl for me huh? For everyone here being so fucking obedient.” bucky barks out sending a harsh slap on your ass for you only making you clench around his cock. Surging pleasure though him. Skin slapping against skin as he fucks you out.

“Fuck.” he huffs. He grips your hair pulling your head back, your drunken expression facing all the men drool dripping as your tongue hangs out. The pleasurable tears stinging the sides of your eyes blurring your vision.

“I- im gonna c-cum ah- fuck.. Please please ah..” you messily beg.

“Come on doll cum.” he demands out from you a few more thrusts later he has you cumming for the second time. His thrusts become weaker and sloppy as he curses with a rough few thrusts in you emptying his load into your pussy filling you up. He pushes his hair back as he pulls out of you. Bucky gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before lifting you up against him your fucked you dazed happy expression is glowing for the others in the room.

“obedience..is taught gentleman respect is earned. Any of you flaccid fucking shit faces touch her again or dare to question my authority with USLESS BOARD MEETINGS… Ill send someone to each and everyone of you and put a bullet or two right between your fucking eyes. Is that Understood?” Bucky speaks.

“Yes sir.” they all say in broken unison.

“Get the fuck out.” Bucky says they scramble out gathering their things and falling out the door before it's just the two of you left. You giggle out a tired giggle.

Bucky tucks himself back into his pants, setting you down gently and brings his chair over.

“Come here doll. You alright?” he asks you nod looking at him with lust filled eyes.

A smile fills his face as his thumb brushes against your cheek. He sits you down in his chair.

He takes off his jacket, placing it around you. “Come on honey imma take you home i don't think you can work today or tomorrow.” he smiles before kissing your lips.

“W-we should do this again then yeah?” you ask as he picks you up bridal style.

“Id be happy to fuck you infront of the presedent next week.” he chuckles. Making you laugh.

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itsbuckytm · 1 month

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Under the table / Dean Winchester

summary: Dean and your relationship had been lacking a bit of spice. So, you made a deal between the two of you, amidst the teasing and perhaps a punishment or two, to reignite the excitement.

ps: english isn't my first language so i apologize for any little grammar errors

warning; very nsfw no plot hihi

enjoy! xo

Dean was the first to boldly admit to injecting some excitement into the relationship. Whether it was in the car or at the motel, he wasn't shy about spicing things up.

One day, as the two boys delved earnestly into another case's lore, Sam meticulously recounted every detail while Dean casually munched on his lunch. Yet, amidst their focus, Dean couldn't shake the thought of your whereabouts.

The excuse? You had informed Sam that you were out getting groceries, hoping to experiment with a new recipe you'd caught on a TV program. Tired of the usual pasta, bread, and beer that seemed to dominate the brothers' menu lately, you wanted to add something special to the mix.

"She better not make us something healthy," Dean's voice reached you just as you managed to slip under the table earlier undetected. Sam responded with a casual "Mhm," accompanied by a chuckle. Little did Dean know, you were right there with them, setting the stage for a playful tease the next time he wished to spend the night together. If only he knew tonight's menu was, in fact, healthier. You couldn't help but smile, knowing you couldn't laugh and risk giving yourself away.

Fortunately, Dean had taken a seat directly across from you, his familiar shoes and jeans catching your eye. Little did he know, he wasn't prepared for the surprise awaiting him, especially since your absence had been unmistakable.

"You know, maybe we can bring Charlie along," Dean suggested as your name came up once again in discussions about joining the boys on this mission. It was mentioned that your favorite creature was in town, and Dean couldn't bear the thought of you missing out on the action and the chance for a kill or two. Those thoughtful gestures made you blush, prompting a moment of hesitation before Sam and Dean refocused on reading more lore about the case.

Your hand delicately brushed against his bulge, causing Dean's muscles to tense, followed by a cough. You'd do anything to witness his reaction, especially when Sam inquired if he was alright. It was clear you were in for some punishment later tonight as Dean felt your familiar touch, gradually unzipping his jeans, the bulge now more pronounced. "Just a slight sore throat, that's all," he quickly dismissed.

You couldn't help but relish every moment, watching Dean struggle with excuses, particularly when it involved having a bit more fun. What you didn't realize was that even if he knew it was you all along, he didn't want you to get caught, let alone feel embarrassed as if you were fulfilling his desires. "Oh, sweet mother," he cursed under his breath, his back arching slightly as he covered his mouth before brushing it away.

Your hand then tenderly caressed his shaft, fingers deftly moving his boxer out of the way, unveiling his hardened cock. Lust danced in your eyes as warmth flushed your cheeks, leaning in to press a few kisses on its tip, where obvious pre-cum glistened. You delicately picked some on your fingers and licked the remaining. How Dean, cursed himself. When he yearned to thrust his hips the moment he felt your mouth envelopped his cock.

Dean's voice clearly heightened Sam's concern as he observed the redness on his brother's cheeks. Being the caring and protective sibling he was, Sam couldn't help but rise to his feet and check on Dean's potential fever. "I'll need to take Baby and head to the pharmacy anyways," Dean played along, going along with the idea, which meant more time to plan your punishment in return. "It won't be long," Sam said, grabbing his jacket and Dean's car keys before the sound of the vehicle faded away from the Bunker.

Alone at last, Dean removed the table curtain, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he leaned down to cup your face, devouring your lips hungrily. "Did you think I'd let you off that easily?" His voice was husky as he swiftly discarded his pants. Before you knew it, his fingers were tangled in your hair, guiding you to take him deeper. As you wrapped your lips around his cock, his moans grew louder, punctuated by your name. Leaning back in his chair, head thrown back and eyes closed, he urged you on. "Don't stop, love."

Your gaze met his, a look that undeniably ignited his desire, yet he knew he had to resist the urge to devour you right there on the table. It was a punishment he was more than willing to uphold.

"There, just like that," he murmured as you swirled your tongue around the tip of his shaft. Just as you were about to bring him to climax, your hand took over, stroking his cock. You felt his legs tense and his muscles contract as he reached orgasm. When his eyes reopened, Dean couldn't help but admire the sight before him. He knew your arousal was growing, how you longed for him to take you in his lap, but you both understood that you weren't getting off that easily.

"Nah, not yet, sweetheart," his voice grew huskier, his eyes darkening with desire. His fingers tightened around your waist, pulling you out from under the table. Your skirt rode up your thighs, revealing your obvious arousal through showing a glimpse of your damp underwear, his gaze inevitably drawn there. With a sly smirk, he knew it was payback time. "No touching until tonight—"

The door swung open, revealing Sam's incredulous expression. He was clearly disgusted to learn that the whole fever act was not just to save your skin, but also Dean's. "Under the table, really?!" To your surprise, instead of the expected look of disgust, there was almost a look of disapproval on his face.

"A room isn't enough?" Despite feeling a twinge of sympathy for him, you and Dean couldn't help but chuckle. In fact, Dean wore a proud expression and shrugged off his brother's comment. "What about dinner?" Sam then interjected, redirecting your attention from Dean’s.

"I went an hour ago," you said with a smirk. What Dean didn't realize was that it was actually going to be a healthy dinner. When you mentioned this, you could hear Sam's chuckle, a bit of payback in his amusement, while Dean's brow furrowed and he pouted. "One point from you for not returning the favor," you added, leaning in to peck his lips, eliciting a protest from Dean.

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kaneaken · 4 months

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“Why are you so convinced that what you are isn’t good enough?” “Why are you so convinced that I am?”

please wirh genshin men 🙏🏽

author's note; you're feeding me good with this request, nonnie 🫶 I went a bit overboard, so I decided to do only two guys for this request. If you wanna see the prompt with other characters, don't be scared to send me another request ᕦ⁠(⁠ò⁠_⁠ó⁠ˇ⁠)⁠ᕤ I would love to write for this prompt again

content notes; gn! reader, drabbles, hurt/comfort, self deprecation (lyney, neuvillette), furina shows up, little off track with neuvillette's (didn't use the exact wording of the prompt)

♡ LYNEY had made a multiple of promises to you during the course of your relationship. Many of them you didn't even know about. He promised himself that he'd keep you in the dark regarding his work for the Fatui. Yet, when he was badly wounded during a mission near your home, he ended up on your doorstep.

Lyney knew what to expect the second you opened the door. Confusion. Fear. As he waited for the door to open, Lyney couldn't help but let out a condescending laugh at himself.

Promises. He always made them, but he always seemed to break them. He promised to keep you unaware of the life he was leading away from you. He promised to never let you see him so filthy, so disgusting. He promised to never let you worry. Yet, here he was, breaking almost every promise he had made.

The door creaking open brought his attention back to the situation at hand. Could he make an excuse? No. It was better that you knew now rather than later. Before you decided you wanted to spend the rest of your life with a liar.

"Lyney?"

It was difficult to look up. Lyney kept his gaze on his dirty boots. It had been a while since he had felt this way. Fearful. He was scared. Scared to meet your eyes. Scared to know his worst fear has come true.

Lyney watched as your hand came into view. It cupped his face. He looked up.

It wasn't hatred. It wasn't even fear. You were... Concerned. Your brows were furrowed as you stared at his stained face. Your hand moved from his face to grab onto his hand.

Lyney's hand flinched. He shouldn't be touching your hands after what he had done. They were dirty. They always had been.

He sighed.

"I'm sorry.. this was a mistake," Lyney said hurriedly, bringing his hand up to his chest, "I shouldn't be here.."

As he began to step back, Lyney felt you reach for his hand and bring him back.

"Lyney, please, don't walk away," you said softly.

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this."

"You don't have to apologize."

"Yes, I do. I have so much to apologize for."

"Lyney-"

"I've never been truthful enough with you. You don't deserve to be lied to. I'm sorry for doing this to you."

"Lyney-"

"I'll go. I promise you won't ever have to see me again."

Lyney took his hand out of your grasp, turning away once more. But he couldn't find himself taking the step forward, so your hand found his again.

You turn him to face you again with a sigh.

"Lyney, why are you so convinced that what you are isn't good enough?"

"Why are you convinced that I am? I'm a liar. The person you fell in love with.. it isn't who I am."

You sighed again. Your hand moved back to his face as you moved his face to look at you.

"Lyney, the person I fell in love with was part of you. I want to be able to love all of you, but I know you don't like showing me every part of you at once. It's okay. We'll do this little by little. Okay?"

Lyney sighed this time. How? How could he have found someone like you? At least, he kept one promise.

No matter what happened..

"Okay."

He would love you for as long as he could.

♡ Neuvillette knew there was something wrong with him. He had known the second he stepped into Fontaine all those years ago.

He wasn't like the others. As much as he attempted to hide it, it was obvious. He often had trouble with social cues. When people laughed, he could only stare. When people cried, he didn't know what to do.

It only became increasingly obvious when he met you. Whenever you were around, his chest tightened. Often, he felt his breath taken away.

He didn't know why. He searched everywhere for answers. Even looking to Furina for help. She laughed and could only wheeze out: 'The great Iudex in love?'

Love? It seemed ridiculous at first. Love was for people, not Neuvillette. Love was for those with hearts, not Neuvillette. Love was... Foreign. It wasn't meant for Neuvillette, who could not even shed a tear.

He could not love you. Not that you were unlovable, but that he had no heart to give to you.

But, was it strange for him to hope you could love him still?

Furina's incessant tapping on his shoulder shifted his attention to her.

"You really like them, don't you?"

"Lady Furina, I couldn't-"

"You can, Neuvillette. You just need to give love a chance. It's not like you're incapable of feelings. If you were," Furina pointed to the pouring rain outside, "why would it be raining?"

"What if-"

"Uh-uh! No 'what if's, Neuvillette!" Furina crossed her arms and looked him straight in the eyes. With a huff, she said:

"If you really love them, which I know you do as much as you may deny it, you would try. You wouldn't sit here and mope about it."

"Lady Furina, I am not moping-"

"Oh, don't give me that. C'mon, Neuvillette. We're gonna go find them right now." Furina tugged on his sleeve, leading him to the exit of his office.

Neuvillette watched as Furina opened the doors of the Palais Mermonia and stepped outside. Still grasping him by the sleeve, she led him through the pouring rain and towards the nearby café.

He spotted you standing under the hood of the building, watching the rain pour.

"Alright, now, go, Neuvillette. Be straightforward, okay? Just tell them how you feel." Neuvillette felt Furina shove him in your direction.

"Lady Furina, it cannot be as simple as that."

"It sure can. You like them and there's a very high chance they like you back. Now, hurry up. My clothes are soaked."

"Then, we shall head back to the Palais to dry you off."

"Oh, please.. Neuvillette, what are you so afraid of?"

"Lady Furina-"

"I'm doing what I can to help, but I can't do more if you don't tell me what's up. Why are you scared of telling them how you feel?"

Neuvillette sighed. He glanced in your direction and caught your eyes. He knew what was keeping him in place.

You were human. He was not. You could express yourself. He kept everything locked away. You were simply incompatible.

"I am not like them, Lady Furina."

"Why are you so convinced of that?"

"Because I could never love them the way another person could. They deserve more than I can give."

Furina sighed. Neuvillette expected her to back down, but she shoved him harder in your direction.

"No, I don't think so. You give yourself too little credit," Furina said, "You love them, Neuvillette. I know you do, so don't be scared."

With a final shove, Neuvillette found himself face to face with you. He could see the way your eyes gleamed when he stepped in front of you.

Neuvillette subtly tilted his head back and saw Furina standing a few feet away. She was giving him a smile and thumbs up.

He chuckled under his breath before turning his head to you. Maybe it was time to learn.

Neuvillette reached for your hand and placed a small kiss on its knuckles.

"Would it be alright if I took you out tonight?"

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luvlystarr · 5 days

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.・。.・゜❃・.・❃・゜・。.

Prompt: Your husband, John Price, came home from work.

Content: Fluff & comfort (Check the end for a little note!)

・゜・。. .・。.・゜ The sun had already fallen below the horizon and was replaced by the moon, paired with the dark sky. There was a slight breeze in the air, it wasn’t too cold and it was just perfect.

You had just arrived home, completely brunt out from work. It was to the point you didn't even have enough energy to change clothes. Instead, you laid down on the couch, motionless.

Thankfully, it was the end of the week. The past couple days felt like absolute hell. All you did was paperwork upon paperwork and deal with your crappy co-workers. Not only that but you've been waiting days for your husband, John Price, to return back home from yet another mission. There's always something going on in the world that forces him to leave you for multiples times within the span of a few months.

After thirty minutes of staring into nothing, you decided it was time to make some dinner. As much as you didn't want to cook you knew it was the best option since you've been eating takeout for so long.

You looked around the pantry before finding a box of pasta and tomato sauce. As you began to cook your simple meal, you decided to play some music.

The loud melodies completely blocked off your awareness to your surroundings. You didn’t even hear the door open and the sound of footsteps approaching you.

While you were humming along you suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and someone's face bury itself into the crook of your neck.

Your heart leaped out of your chest as a loud shriek left your lips. You quickly whipped your head around only to realize it was just John

"John, you scared me!" You exclaimed, your heart still pounding.

"Sorry, love, I missed you," John murmured, his voice more gruff than usual.

A soft smile appeared on your lips as he nestled closer to you. He only showed his vulnerable side to you. “I thought you said you would spend the night with the boys to celebrate,” you say as you turn around to fully face him.

John sighed deeply, his arms holding onto you for dear life, almost like he was afraid you would slip away. “It's been almost three weeks, I had to see you,” he mumbled. A small laugh left your lips. You knew John definitely used 'the missus needs me' excuse again. He always used that excuse to get away from certain situations, even though he knows you're perfectly fine. He just doesn't like being away from you for so long. But how can you blame him? You also can't bear spending time away from him.

After another minute, John lifts his head up. The dim lighting was still able to illuminate the exhaustion etched on his face. “What’re you making?” He asked, looking over to see the boiling pot on the stove.

“Pasta, nothing special. Oh! We need to go grocery shopping soon, there’s barely anything in the pantry,” you reply.

It was such a simple meal but John was craving anything that wasn’t MREs. He desperately missed eating your home cooked meals.

“Give me the list, I'll take care of it tomorrow,” he says as he kisses your cheek.

You instantly shook your head in disagreement. "It's fine, I can do it! You just came back from a mission and you need to rest," you protested.

Suddenly, John kissed your lips softly. “At least let me help you with dinner tonight,” he said pulling away.

Your lips curl into a smile at the short yet sweet kiss you two shared. “Yeah, you can help out.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into another kiss.

This was the first kiss you two had in what felt like eternity. You could feel your heart fluttering at the feeling.

John’s hand left your hips and gently cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing it slowly.

Oh, how you two missed each other’s touch.

A simple kiss from one another basically washed away all the tension and exhaustion from both of your bodies.

The two of you pull away after a moment, eyes still closed while still holding each other closely.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you during the mission.. I kept thinking how much I missed being here with you,” John whispered.

“I missed you too, hun,” you respond as your head leans into the palm of his hand.

The sound of water boiling rapidly caught your attention. You were so caught up in the moment that you completely forgot about the pasta.

“Shoot, I overcooked the pasta!” You quickly let go of John and turned the stove off. A small huff left your lips while you watched the bubbles slowly die down.

You turn back to John with an apologetic smile. “You don’t mind overcooked pasta, right?” You chuckle, earning a laugh from him.

“I’m fine with anything as long as you made them,” he replied.

He then opened one of the cabinets, pulling out a pot. “I’ll help you with the sauce, yeah?”

You nodded your head, smiling broadly. “That’d be great! Thanks, hun.”

It didn’t take long for dinner to be served. The rest of the night was filled with chatter and laughter. John was glad he spent the night with you instead.

・゜・。. .・。.・゜

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&. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 (𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken from episodes 5 & 6 ( "eat at baratie!" & "the chef and the chore boy" ) of the netflix live action one piece series. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ how about we sail away as fast as we can? ❜

❛ about the battle, you wanna talk about it? ❜

❛ there's something on the breeze. smells like butter. soy sauce. and meat. ❜

❛ think he has brain damage? ❜

❛ i smell food, which means that there's someone somewhere cooking. ❜

❛ what's a... baratie? ❜

❛ let's eat! ❜

❛ you'll have to excuse them. they're idiots. ❜

❛ wanna take this outside? ❜

❛ are you asking me to dance? 'cause i kind of had my eye on that blonde at table eight. ❜

❛ i call it a true bluefin sauté. it's elephant tuna, seared asparagus, in a sweet soy reduction. ❜

❛ if i gotta sling one more prime rib medium-well, i am going to drop dead of boredom, you old shitbag! ❜

❛ this ain't gonna be a fight. i'm just going to kill him. ❜

❛ hi, welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambience is the food. ❜

❛ one of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal? ❜

❛ apologies, madam, i didn't see you there. ❜

❛ something wrong with your eye? ❜

❛ just blinded by your beauty. ❜

❛ nami's got a boyfriend. ❜

❛ did i catch you in the middle of something? ❜

❛ just killing some time. ❜

❛ who's the quarry? ❜

❛ doesn't sound like much of a challenge. ❜

❛ why are you after me? ❜

❛ you woke me from my nap. ❜

❛ i can't eat another bite. but it's so good. ❜

❛ who the hell is monkey d. luffy? ❜

❛ i don't even think there's liquor in this. it tastes just like candy. ❜

❛ who's ready for another drink? my treat. ❜

❛ i don't really do regret. no point in looking back. ❜

❛ sometimes, when i try to look ahead, all i see is back. ❜

❛ you know, you're a really good cook. ❜

❛ if a man is hungry, i feed him. ❜

❛ what are you carrying around that's so heavy? ❜

❛ i bet i know more about you than you do about me. ❜

❛ i guess something about you, you drink. you guess something about me, i drink.❜

❛ i have business with your captain. if you know what's good for you, you'll hand him over. ❜

❛ i've been following your career since i was a child. it's an honor to finally meet you, sir. which is why it pains me to inform you that tomorrow... you're going to die. ❜

❛ accept my challenge. you'll see how serious i am. ❜

❛ you want me to say you're the best? you're the best. okay? ❜

❛ you're the best i've ever seen, but you are not better than him. ❜

❛ why do you give a shit? ❜

❛ because you're my friend, you idiot. ❜

❛ you said it yourself. you don't have any friends. ❜

❛ what is that? i'm here for a sword fight. ❜

❛ i don't hunt rabbits with a cannon. ❜

❛ you're brave. i'll give you that. ❜

❛ wounds on the back are a swordsman's greatest shame. ❜

❛ this world could use a few more wild cards. ❜

❛ it's too soon for you to die. grow strong and come find me. i'll be waiting. ❜

❛ you could never fail me. ❜

❛ look, i'm not gonna lie to you. he's lost a lot of blood. it might be too late for him. but it might not be. ❜

❛ he's got one foot in each world right now, caught between life and death. you have to find a way to keep him tethered to our world. ❜

❛ nice of you to announce yourself. ❜

❛ i don't take orders. not even from the likes of you. ❜

❛ what's the matter? don't like fish? ❜

❛ if you don't want the fish, i got two-inch t-bones in the kitchen. or maybe you're in the mood for saffron risotto? ❜

❛ i can make anything. just tell me what you want. ❜

❛ being a captain, it's the toughest job in the world, okay? ❜

❛ how'd you two meet? were you on his crew or something? ❜

❛ oregano's for savages! ❜

❛ you've got a sharp tongue on you, boy. how about i cut it out and fry it up with some pig fat? ❜

❛ do what you want, but i'm not gonna die here. ❜

❛ they're all dead, except for us. ❜

❛ you ate it? you ate your own leg? ❜

❛ you don't even know me. why would you do that for a stranger? ❜

❛ so i'm gonna need you to live on. and i'm gonna need you to fulfill that dream... for both of us. ❜

❛ have any idea what that's like? having someone lose a limb to save your life? ❜

❛ sometimes, when you are in charge, you have to make the tough decisions. ❜

❛ i'd do anything to save him. anything. except stand in the way of his dream. ❜

❛ isn't there something that you want? something more than anything else in this world? ❜

❛ not everyone gets to follow their dreams. ❜

❛ did you not hear what i just said? they are hunting you. we need to run. ❜

❛ i can't let innocent people get hurt because of me. ❜

❛ i hear you're looking for me. ❜

❛ so this is the pirate i've heard so much about? ❜

❛ do you know who i am, boy? ❜

❛ how'd you even know how to find me? ❜

❛ if you bow down to me, i might even let you serve in my kingdom. ❜

❛ i don't bow down to any man. ❜

❛ i told you in the bar i didn't have any friends, but the truth is, i couldn't let myself have them... because i always end up hurting the people closest to me. ❜

❛ why waste your time killing a devil fruit eater? let the sea do it for you. ❜

❛ what is your problem? ❜

❛ me? i'm fine. you're the one with the problem. ❜

❛ you're not gonna be anything, not if you stay here. ❜

❛ it's not like i can just leave. ❜

❛ don't you get it? it's one thing to have a dream. it's another to go after it. ❜

❛ you want my permission? you got it. ❜

❛ i didn't know what to say before, but i know what to say now, and it's so simple. i need you. ❜

❛ you gonna keep talking, or let me get some sleep? ❜

❛ i vow to stand by your side from now until the end. ❜

❛ you're my captain, and i'm your first mate. ❜

❛ heard you guys need a cook. ❜

❛ why are we bringing the waiter? ❜

❛ you keep your feet dry. ❜

❛ you know, all these years, living under your shitty roof, cooking at your shitty restaurant... i owe you my life! ❜

❛ thank you for putting up with my shit all these years, old man. ❜

❛ i'll never forget you! ❜

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blood-red-ocean · 6 months

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Alcina Dimitrescu X Sick (Fem) Reader

As requested by @alcinaslittlemaid! I hope you feel better soon ♥️

(I wrote this on my phone at volunteering so please excuse any typos/formatting/grammatical errors! I'll fix it at home if I need to.)

Genre: Fluff/Comfort

Category: F/F

Relationships: Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader

Word count: Approx. 1000 words.

Summary: You've come down with one hell of a flu, and you find yourself plodding to Alcina's quarters for comfort. Fluffiness and soft Alcina care ensues.

The Lady's bed dwarfed you as you lay in the centre of it, drowning in blankets and your own misery. When you'd awakened that morning, you felt like you'd been used as a chew toy for a Lycan, every muscle and joint in your body aching. You barely remember waking up in your own bed and miserably trodding out of your room and down the halls, blanket wrapped around you as a cape - what you did remember was your surprise when you entered the Lady's chambers, crawled into her bed, and were met with no strict words or resistance, only with an arm draped over you and a surprisingly soft voice.

"Oh, draga... You truly aren't faring well, are you?" She had said, her voice breaking through the sickness-induced brain fog and prompting you to nuzzle into her embrace. She chuckled softly and you vaguely mentally registered her brushing some of your hair away from your face, tutting as her fingertips brushed your forehead. "You're positively burning up... We can't have you roaming the Castle in this state, now can we?"

You shook your head and coughed a little, wincing as your lungs protested the action. The Lady had tucked the numerous blankets around you as you hid your face your face in her embrace, her fingertips alternating between running through your hair and running up and down your spine. She hummed thoughtfully, murmuring to herself as you slipped in and out of a light doze.

"Miranda, maybe...?" She paused. "No, Miranda wouldn't work. Donna, perhaps... Draga mea?" She was speaking to you now, and you didn't lift your head, just made a small sound of acknowledgement. "I need to retrieve something. It's of... Vital importance. Be a brave little thing and stay here, yes?"

If you had been more present, you would have noticed the lilt in her voice, and pieces together that she wasn't going to retrieve something for herself. As it was, you were exhausted and your mind was consumed by brain fog, and you could only whimper as she pulled away from you. She shushed you and caressed your cheek, whispering to you. "Do not fret, Iubita mea. I will return before you realise I've left. Be a good girl and stay here, for me."

And stay there is exactly what you did. The blankets covering you were heavy and soothing, the scent of the Lady's perfume making your senses come alight - or at least as well as they could, with your nose blocked. The crackling from the fire in the corner echoed around the room, gently lulling you back to sleep every time you woke up. Your sense of time was shaky in your sick state, and you weren't sure how long it had been since the Lady left the room. Just as you were thinking maybe you should drag yourself from the blankets and back to your own bed, the door swung open and the familiar sound of her heels on the hardwood floor blessed your ears. The sound came closer and there was a shuffling, followed by the bed dipping beside you. You distantly felt her hands patting the pile of blankets on top of you gingerly, and suddenly you felt them slip under you, pulling you from your little cave.

"Now, now," she murmured in response to your indignant grumbling. "None of that. Come here, draga."

She pulled you into her lap, where you curled up into her, your hand gripping the collar of her nightgown to keep her there. You closed your eyes and pressed your face into her, but not before you caught a glimpse of what she had brought in with her. Beside the two of you on the bed was a wooden tray, bearing an assortment of pastries, fruits, some honey and two cups of tea. One of them looked like regular herbal tea, and the other seemed to almost shimmer. You made a confused noise in the back of your throat and looked up at her.

"That, dragostea mea, is a concoction of Donna's own creation." She lifted the cup to her nose and inhaled deeply. The sight of the teacup in her larger than ordinary hands made you smile weakly. "It is a combination of healing herbs, some roots, and some berries for sweetness. Come, draga." She held the cup to your lips and added, "It will make you feel better. You have my word."

You placed your hand over hers and obediently sipped the steaming liquid, blinking in surprise as the mixture of spices and sweet, tart berries exploded on your tongue. You kept drinking, the Lady rubbing your back and murmuring to you in Romanian as you did so. When the teacup was empty she pulled it away and replaced it with a sweet pastry, which you nibbled on thankfully. True to her word, you started to feel better, your mind clearing along with your sinuses. You realised with renewed clarity where you were and you blushed deeply, attempting to sit up.

"I-- Thank you for looking after me, my Lady. But I--"

"What did I tell you about calling me that, prințesa mea? You can call me by my name. It's okay."

"Alcina," Using her name felt powerful, intimate. "I really should be returning to my quarters, I should rest--"

"Nonsense." Alcina held you closer to her, her grip around you tighter. She smiled sweetly at you. "You have a raging fever, ursuleț. No, no, I really do think you need to stay here. You need to be properly taken care of."

You didn't have it in you to argue, or even think about leaving her arms. You closed your eyes and let yourself slump against her, and you felt yourself drifting off again as she ran her fingers through her hair and rocked you, singing a lullaby in soft Romanian - singing you softly to sleep.

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girls-alias · 6 months

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Smile - Dean Winchester

Title: Smile - Dean Winchester

Words: 2,622

Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: strong language. Violence.

Prompt:

When Dean sees you he can't help but smile.

Y/N's POV:

I wiped the blood from my hands on the dirty cloth that lives in my car door. The cloth always had dried blood and car oil poisoning its originally white appearance. I proceeded to wipe my knife down, clearing it of evidence. Car lights approached my location and I sprung into gear. If other vampires see what I did here they'll never stop hunting me. Since I was standing at the trunk of my car I easily grabbed my pistol and crouched. If it is vampires at least the pistol will slow them down enough till I can get my knife out again as I slipped it into my belt out of reflex. A Chevy Impala pulled up, the hum of the engine sounding harsh against the quiet night, though impressed I approached stealthily. I hurried to the boot of their car as it stopped and waited. I heard two car doors open and then close.

"That's ridiculous it would never work," One man said approaching the trunk. I looked around frantically looking for a way out. I considered hiding under their car but that's the dumbest idea I've ever considered. I quickly hid in the bushes nearest the trunk.

"Oh, coz your plan was so brilliant." The other sarcastically commented. They made it to the trunk and propped the false bottom open with a shotgun. Seeing their boot was full of weapons and symbols I knew they were either hunters themselves or were vampires who had stolen a car from a hunter.

I stepped out of the bushes quietly and loaded my pistol. They both froze at the sound, their spines instantly straightening.

"Put your hands up and turn around slowly," I instructed in a bossy tone. They slowly put their hands up and exchanged a look as they turned around. The shorter one made a stance which told me he was about to try and grab a weapon. I shot the shotgun base which held the boot's false bottom open which revealed their weapons. The boot slammed with the force, almost snapping off his hands. He breathed heavily. "Where in my instructions did I tell you to try and kill me?" I asked and looked at them expectedly. They said nothing as they looked at me. "Hunters or Vampires?" I asked. The shorter guy groaned and slapped the sides of his legs as he exaggerated his groan, theatrically putting his hands down.

"Of course, you're a hunter." The shorter guy complained. "Why is it that when an attractive woman holding a gun shows up she's a hunter?!" He huffed and puffed like a child. I sighed as I rolled my eyes before shooting the floor close to his feet. He jumped and looked at me like I had just killed a puppy.

"You do realise I'm still holding a gun?" I asked rhetorically. He said nothing.

"Excuse me," The tall guy said softly. I turned to aim my pistol at him and he smiled uneasily. "Hi, we're Sam and Dean Winchester, are you a hunter?" He asked sheepishly making me groan. Of course, they're the Winchesters, nothing but trouble.

"Yes, and since you're the Winchesters enjoy your night," I saluted with two fingers, put my pistol in its holster and started walking towards my car.

"You're bleeding!" The tallest, Sam, announced like I hadn't noticed. The blood was trickling down my bare leg soaking my shorts as the stream of blood ran down. While fighting, a vampire threw me across the room and a sharp chair leg impaled my side. It made the vampires more hungry for me but I was determined not to die today. "You've lost a lot of blood, you shouldn't be driving,"

"Yes, mother," I sarcastically commented as I opened the driver's side door. I heard the brothers approaching, and I internally groaned.

"Come with us, we'll fix you up and send you on your way," Dean explained. I looked at him and rolled my eyes before swooping down into my seat and closing the door. I rolled the window down.

"Nice to meet you, it really was." I commented sarcastically, "Move or I'll run you over," I smiled widely, fakely. They both shared a look before stepping back. I instantly drove off. Now let's see if I can race death. I kicked the car into high gear and sped off.

Dean's POV:

I watched after her car slightly mesmerised by her. She's a firecracker.

"Don't even try," Sam sighed as he started walking towards the house where the vampire nest was.

"I wasn't going to," A complete lie.

"She would eat you alive," He commented making me roll my eyes. He's so dramatic.

"What was her name?" I asked following after him.

"She didn't say," He nonchalantly added as we walked inside to see bodies all over the place, blood and heads everywhere. My eyebrows raised in an impressed expression. "She did this all by herself?" Sammy asked in disbelief. We shared an impressed yet intimidating look.

We pulled into a random bar off of the highway in means of taking a break. I needed to swindle some guys into betting on a pool game for some extra money. As soon as we walked in I felt awkward, everyone in there was huge, intimidating and killed kittens. Sam and I shared a look. We probably should have just turned around and walked out but I led the way over to the bar, acting headstrong as everyone's eyes followed us. We ordered a beer each and sat watching each other's backs. It would be a clear observation to assume they were all in a biker gang.

Everyone watched us as we waited for our drinks. The bartender didn't move to make them, he just looked at us unimpressed. The only reason everyone stopped staring at us was that the door opened signalling someone was walking in. Everyone's heads swung towards the door where we all saw an attractive girl walk in, I smiled instantly, it was the attractive hunter from a few weeks ago. She killed the entire vampire nest by herself. I couldn't help but smile thankfully. I was happy to see her again since we kind of met I've been so perplexed by her. I want to know everything about her but she is a complete mystery to me.

She didn't care that everyone was watching her, she didn't even care that she was the only female in here. She ordered a shot of something and a whiskey. The bartender looked around the other bikers and must have been permitted to make her drinks as he started moving around the bar. I shared a confused look with Sam as the bartender still hadn't made our drinks. He placed her drinks in front of her as she sat looking ahead at one spot. She downed the shot with no hesitation and sat sipping her whiskey. I decided not to stare at her, I had a horrible feeling that she would know somehow, even if she didn't know I was there so looked at Sam. "Isn't that the girl from the nest?" He whispered making me nod. I couldn't tell what he was thinking but he appeared to be thinking about something. I looked back over to her when I noticed someone approaching her. I watched in anticipation as I was unsure if I needed to protect her and the guy approaching her.

"All these seats are reserved for men, if you want to sit in here you'll have to find a lap." He informed, making some of his fellow bar attendees laugh proudly. Out of nowhere she pulled a knife out and stabbed it through his hand, bone and all, which rested upon the bar top. The wooden bar top split where the knife had gone through his hand and bone to impale the top itself. Everyone stood up quickly baring weapons as the guy screamed in pain. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the handle of her blade, her eyes were determined and cold. She began to speak softly, she held the room as if it was simple to her. Everyone seemed to watch in anticipation.

"Not only are you sexist but you're a fucking pig. Oink for me, piggy," She instructed her tone nothing less of evil. He was too distracted by the pain, he screamed and held his wrist with his other hand, he must have tried freeing it from the blade as it bled a little faster and a little darker. After a few seconds, she started to slowly twist the blade. He screamed in agony before oinking, clearly panicked. No one knew what to do, nothing made a noise except the screaming man. Even the music seemed to be too scared to make a noise. "Tell your friends to put their weapons down," She tilted her head as she looked at him and pursed her lips. She is mesmerising. Although I have no idea why she's hurting him for a sexist comment I could watch her all day. I finally wished I paid attention in school as I wished to memorise every aspect of her I could see. The man nodded hurryingly, everyone seemed to exchange looks before sitting back down. "Good boys. Now, I'm looking for Robert. Hand him over," She looked around and saw no one moving. "No?" She questioned. In an instant, the man she had stabbed was being pushed down so his face was squished against the bar. Her blade softly graced the skin of his face. It happened so fast the guy didn't even have time to scream in pain as she did it.

She looked evil. I smiled wanting nothing more than to see what she was capable of. "We're going to play a game. For every minute you leave me waiting, a body part is removed..." No one spoke, they all just looked around trying to catch eye contact with someone to figure out what to do. The man screaming showed she wasn't bluffing. She smirked evilly. "Maybe I'll start with the ear and then the penis," Her evil smile seemed to match her features better than an innocent smile, ever could. I presume her lips have never bared an innocent smile. "Does anyone have a magnifying glass?" She asked making me almost laugh. The moment was so serious. If I made a noise I don't think I'd live long enough to finish the laugh. All of a sudden a man stood up. "Ah, Robert. That wasn't so hard was it?" She asked menacingly. She pulled a handgun from her waistband and shot him in the face, I gasped, I felt like I was watching theatre. No one wanted to move. There was a second of silence which seemed to last an eternity. "Have a nice night," She added before saluting with two fingers, downing her whiskey and walking out. That, that right there is a woman! No one dared to look at her as she left. I barely even thought before I got up and followed her. Everyone seemed to gasp and watch with wide eyes, even an entire biker gang was scared of her. I'm an idiot but I knew I had to know more about her.

"Hey," I called after her as she approached her car. She turned around, her gun already pointed at my forehead. She sighed and rolled her eyes as she put the gun down. I smiled knowing she wasn't considering killing me. "You want a drink?" I asked approaching her. She raised an eyebrow at me and chuckled. Seeing her almost smile made me a little proud and determined as I wanted to make her smile just to see what she would look like.

"No, thanks," She sarcastically spoke as she walked away to her car. I chuckled in response.

"You'll regret it," I added cockily, she raised an eyebrow at me. She's smarter than me.

"Sure," She sarcastically added again. She opened her car door and was about to step inside but she hesitated. Over time meeting her till now I thought she was the most confident and determined person I had ever met, but watching her hesitate threw me. Maybe she's not as strong-willed as I thought. She just always seemed to know what she wanted and took it. "Next time we meet by coincidence if I'm not on a job I'll let you take me out for that drink," She added with a slight smile but my mouth was from ear to ear. She smiled at me! She smiled at me. I thought her evil smile suited her but seeing her truly smile made her angelic.

"See you soon then," I cockily added as she chuckled and shook her head.

"See you around soldier," She saluted and got in her car before driving off. I can't wait to get that drink.

Y/N's POV:

I pulled up to my motel covered in blood. None of which was mine. I pulled a jacket on to cover the stains and threw my bag onto my shoulder as I approached my door. I was unlocking it when I heard the car, I smirked to myself, I knew instantly. Even though it had been a few weeks I still recognised the sound of the engine and its owner. I made it look like I was still unlocking my door even though I had done it a few seconds ago.

"Hey, hot stuff," I heard Dean calling, instantly, I smiled. I pulled a straight face and turned around to face him. He was out of his car and approaching me. I rolled my eyes at him pretending I wasn't glad to see him. God, he's so hot! He's the goofy kind of attractive like he could have me laughing and having a great day and then boom, he's serious and has me in the palm of his hand. I sucked my teeth attempting to hide my thoughts of sleeping with him as they, for the one-millionth time, fogged my brain.

"You again, are you following me, Dean?" I asked looking at him questioningly. He was smiling so brightly, it was almost accumulated of the circumference of his face. I almost smiled just seeing it.

"I should have but I let fate do it for me," He joked making me laugh as he finally reached me. He smiled proudly as if making me laugh was his greatest achievement. Adorable! "Ready for that drink?" He smirked.

"Why do you always smile so big?" I asked genuinely. Ignoring his question. I'm not a very happy person, happiness has always been a perplexing subject to me and yet seeing him makes me happy and I don't understand it. I'm not a fan of not understanding something.

"What can I say? I can't help but smile when I look at you," He commented, his smile slightly turning to a smirk. I looked over his face before accepting his answer. I nodded as I pretended to consider his offer of going for that drink. I would be in the bar with him already if I had my way.

"Okay, there's a bar about a block away but I have to get changed," I commented, opening the door to my motel room.

"You look amazing, no need to get changed." He commented with a wink. I almost swooned, falling to the floor at the weak knees he gave me but I stayed strong. I raised an eyebrow at him and opened my jacket to show him all the blood. His face dropped and an 'oh' escaped his lips making me laugh as I turned away.

I hope I don't regret this!

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smokersbaby · 10 months

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Request text: hi love !! may i please have n.7 and n.11 from the NSFW prompts with my sweet corazon? happy birthday my love!!! Written for: @leakyweep Character: Corazon (Rosinante) Reader: female reader Prompts: NSFW: #7 - the adrenaline of being caught - #11 - begging for your release NSFW TW: semi-public sex, fingering, penetrative sex, oral sex (giving), cumshot Total word count: +1,6k Author's note: Hey Liv! Thank you for the request, sorry if I made you wait! This is my very first time writing for Cora so I hope you like it (and I hope to write for him again because it was fun hehe), enjoy! 💕 -Every reblog is highly appreciated!-

Even though you knew well that Corazon didn't have a chance to go into the water and come swimming with you, he seemed quite happy when you asked to spend a summer's Sunday on the beach together. The truth was that Corazon was enthusiastic just by thinking of having the chance to stay with you all day long, and the idea of relaxing on the beach towel and snuggling in each other's arms was all he could think about.

Unfortunately, lots of people had the same idea as you, and you ended up on a tiny beach surrounded by loud and noisy people enjoying a warm day in the calm water and having fun on the seashore. As the sun grew high in the sky, the shiny surface of the sea was attracting you more than ever, as if it was asking for you to jump in it and refresh yourself. You knew well that Corazon, due to his devilfruit, couldn't possibly come into the water with you, but he wasn't the one trying to stop you from having a nice swim.

"Do you mind if I dive for a bit, Cora?" the apologetic sound of your tone was clear, but he smiled back at you because he was more than glad seeing you able to enjoy the sea even by yourself. "Sure thing, love. I'll wait for you here". Corazon was sitting on the beach towel making sure to be under the shadow of one of the trees surrounding the area to not "cook" his head under the sun.

As you jumped into the refreshing salty water, the eyes of your lover were fixed on you, feeling lucky to be able to have you as his partner. After 10 minutes or less, you were already tired of swimming by yourself since Corazon couldn't come with you, so you came out of the water to lay on the towel with him and maybe snuggle a little.

But Corazon had other intentions. The way your skin shined because of the dripping water on it was enough to give him a boner, plus, that bikini you were wearing emphasised those curves of yours he loved so much. Corazon grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you down on the beach towel with him, making you trip on his body. You could feel his bulge pressed against your stomach as you were laying on top of him.

A sudden blush appeared on your cheeks realizing that there were people all around you on that beach. "C-Cora what are you doing? We can't do it there…" You sat down near him nervously and afraid of someone staring at you two. "Y/N come on, I just wanted a kiss" he replied teasing you and kissing your cheek, slowly going down to your neck to leave a bite there.

"There are people… watching us" was your faint excuse to send him away, but somehow all you wanted right now was him fucking you real hard because of how much he was making your body feel hot. You were praying in your head that the wetness between your legs couldn't be seen through that bikini of yours.

Corazon stood up offering his hand winking "I know a place" he whispered. As you grabbed his hand, he picked you up in his arms because as tall as he was it was much easier for you to be held by him than to walk on your own and run to keep up with his long footsteps. He started walking through the little pinewood surrounding the beach, Corazon stumbling between the roots of the pines risking to make you fall twice.

"Hey, slow down" you reproached him, but he didn't listen, Corazon was too excited to wait any longer, all he had in mind was to pin you with his body and fuck the life out of you. Soon he spotted a little abandoned cabin in the middle of the pinewood. As he brought you inside, he placed you down just to pick you up again but this time holding your body in front of his and pinning you between the wall and his torso.

"Mmh Cora…" your voice was muffled by his kisses, as he leaned down to bite your neck, a lewd moan escaped your mouth. Corazon placed his hand on your mouth, looking at you without telling a word as to ask you to stay silent. Footsteps of other people near that tiny cabin were hearable since right outside there was the main path to reach the beach where you were before.

In less than a second, Corazon used his devilfruit's power to mute the area of the cabin you were inside so that even if you wanted to scream his name, no sound would have come out of your mouth. Unfortunately, even if now you could have fucked as wild as you wanted, the door of the little structure didn't have a lock, so you two hoped no one would come there just to find two lovers inside busy with passionate intercourse.

"Who cares," you thought, the way Corazon was holding your body against that wall wasn't allowing you to think about consequences, so you just gave in to your passion. A minute after, your bikini was on the floor and Cora's shorts too, your legs wrapped around his waist to not fall as your lover kept kissing and biting your exposed neck.

Your skin was still wet because of the swim you had before, Corazon's hands sliding on your body as to savour every curve of you, just to stop between your legs, one of his long fingers stretching your soaked cunt for him as his thumb rubbed your swollen clit. "C-cora…!" you whimpered, but no sound came out of your mouth because of the effects of his power. A grin appeared on his face noticing how you were already contorting under his touch, and he wasn't even already fucking you with his cock.

As he leaned down on you, he started kissing your breasts just to tease you more, knowing well the only thing you were waiting for was him buried deep inside of you filling your needy pussy. The little bites he loved to leave on your nipples were the thing he knew that made you lose your mind and ask for more. So you did, lifting his head from your chest to make him look at you, his brown eyes locked in yours as you mimed a "love me" with your lips.

The way he pounded himself deep inside of you knocked the breath out of your lungs for a second. His thick, long cock reached soon the very end of you and you knew well that because of his size, you weren't able to take him all, but for him, that was enough to make his head spin. That little curvature up of his was hitting all the right spots inside of you, his hands gripping your ass as if his life depended on it, making sure his tip kissed your cervix with every thrust he gave you.

His eyes never left yours for all the time, knowing well that anyone might have caught you inside the tiny cabin. Both of you didn't care. He was looking at you like a feral beast, ready to devour all of you as he pinned your body against the wall, deep and fast thrusts making your body quiver and legs around his waist shake.

Your body was tensing because of how good Corazon was at fucking you, he knew your body so well that as he felt how close you were to climaxing, he started to slow down just to see you whimper. "Please…" you mimed with your lips, his pace slowing up even more. He shook his head. "Can't hear you" you could read his labial, he was having so much fun seeing you on the edge and not able to finish because of him.

"I beg you" your eyes were speaking for you. He was too sweet to keep you like that for much longer, so as he placed his lips on yours devouring your mouth with kisses, Corazon increased his pace, his cock ready to give you what you deserved.

The orgasm he gave you made you moan his name out loud, and even though he couldn't hear you, Corazon almost felt it, recalling the sound of your lewd voice in his mind thanks to all the other times he made you scream his name in bed.

Not even the time to come down your peak that Corazon pulled out his cock from your still pulsing cunt, his arms letting you go to put you on your feet. As he was stroking himself off to finish, a grin appeared on your face knowing that if you wanted a treat, that was the perfect timing to get it.

If your pussy wasn't able to take him all, your mouth fitted him even less. Corazon didn't care, because the mere view of your lips around the tip of his cock was enough for him to finish. He continued stroking himself as his cum was filling your mouth with heavy splashes. You savoured every drop of it, licking your lips after swallowing.

Corazon picked you up from the floor to his arms and kissed your lips to taste his release from your mouth. You let your fingers slide through his blonde hair and smiled at each other as you broke the kiss. Corazon cancelled the effect of his powers, the sound of your heavy breaths was now audible.

Your eyes widened in surprise as he bit your neck making you know he was ready for round two, but this time he didn't use his devilfruit's powers to silence the place where you were fucking so you had to control yourself to not moan out loud. That was risky, anyone could have heard you from now on.

"Good girl" he whispered. "Now it's time to bring things to the next level, let's see how quiet you can be".

#one piece #corazon #donquixote corazon #corazon one piece #one piece rosinante #rosinante donquixote #donquixote rosinante #rosinante corazon #op rosinante #rosinante x reader #corazon x reader #corazon x you #one piece smut

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josiesullysblog · 1 year

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i’m glad that anonymous asks exists bcause i’m DYIIIING for some smut content. at this point i’m desperate for anything 💀 but if you’re wanting some ‘prompts’ perhaps it could be y/n growing up with them (any character) and suddenly their once innocent hugs have turned awkward as they can feel how much more curvy/muscular each other has grown. tickling each other but the sound of y/n panting while under them makes them think of something else. light touches that used to be so normal now makes their cheeks heat up. then denying y/n to sit between their legs and lay her head on their chest bcause of obvious reasons. basically the character just realizing that y/n is no longer their childhood bsf but a woman who’s awakened their lust. i think this would be perfect for neytiri, neteyam or tsu’tey since they seem to be the type to be too focused on work that they don’t notice until it hits them all at once, but it’s up to you 🫶🫶🫶

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~Explict content

~Proofred?- no

It was no surprise you and Neteyam became best friends.

Your mother and Neytiri were very close and fought beside Jake and Neytiri during the sky people's attacks.

You two were connected at the hip, wherever Neteyam was you were right behind him. Did you want to explore? Neteyam was right there. Neteyam wanted to go hunting? Count you in!

Growing up so close meant you were there for each other no matter what! And he was always willing to give a helping hand.

You grew up with very loving parents. So it wasn't shocking your love language was touch. You always HAD to have some type of grip on Neteyam. Constantly touching his arm, playing with his hair, or having a hand on his back.

He always tickled you, it was like an inside joke, but this time when he saw you panting after running away from him, he became hot.

He quickly excused himself, as he clench his hard member. Once far away from anyone he started jerking off. He thought about how you would look when he’d have you under him fucking you so hard. His thoughts were new, I mean you were his best friend and now all he wanted to do was fuck you into submission.

He walked back and saw you playing with Kiri. You laughed while she explained something, and all he thought about was having you cry under him.

You got up quickly, “I'll be right back!” before heading deeper into the woods. Neteyam took this as his sign and followed you.

He watched as you grabbed flowers bending over and picking at all the pink ones. He wanted nothing more but to bend you over and show you how good he could fuck you, but he knew he had to wait.

You let out a small yelp when you noticed Neteyam behind you. The flowers once in your hands fell, while you clutched your chest, “you scared me!” you smiled at the boy while he only looked you up and down.

His demeanor was different you could tell, his usually happy attitude was switched to a calm and stoic demeanor.

“You're so beautiful, Kiera,” he circled you while playing with your hair, “yet so dumb.”

His words caught you off guard. He thought you were dumb? “I’m not dumb!”

It was his turn to laugh, “yet your thighs clench when all I do is touch your hair.” you attempted to walk away from the boy, but he caught your hand, “I know I’m making your pretty little pussy wet.”

His words turned you on, causing you to avoid eye contact.

“Touch yourself.” His words came out, causing you to gasp, “I can't do that here!”

He smiled while pushing you to the floor, “you can and you will.” You finally looked into his eyes to see if he was joking, but he wasn't.

“Okay,” you took your loincloth off and brought your fingers to your pussy. It gushed out causing Neteyam to let out a groan.

“Look at me,” your eyes met him while you played with your clit, “put your fingers in.” he barked demanding while you attempted to keep eye contact.

“Neteyam,” you moaned his name out while he watched you pick up the pace, “slow down, you're not doing anything unless I say,” his words made you wetter and you couldn't keep eye contact.

“Did I say look away?” he grabbed your cheeks making you look back. You shook your head, and he replaced your hands with him, “you see this? I’m the one making you this wet.”

Your moans became loud, “Neteyam s-slow down” if anything your words caused him to go faster, “Kiera looks at you, you look like bitch in heat.”

His words made your nipples hard, which he sucked. “T-too much.” it felt amazing the way he was handling you. He pulled his fingers out of you before flipping you on all fours, “you might wanna be quiet, wouldn't want my family hearing you be a whore would we?”

You nodded at his words, while you felt him go inside. You tried to hold your moans back but his dick was going hard and deep into you. His moans mixed with yours filling the wooded area, he picked you up as his fingers found a way to your breasts, “this pussy,” he fucked you deeper, “is mine and only mine to fuck, understand me?”

Your orgasm was coming close as you took in his words, “yes, only yours, fuck!” you enjoyed the way his dick destroyed you and the noises he made while he fucked you.

“Cum with me, baby.” your orgasm left you speechless holding on to Neteyam’s hand. He pulled out coming on your back. “You look, perfect baby,” you smiled while you kissed his lips, “I hope we can do this more.” He laughed while hugging you, “yea, we're definitely doing this more often.”

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HEYY!! Y'all I had this written out and everything and I lost it☹️ but thank God I remembered so I was able to finish it off! Hope you enjoy it and send more requests! I have a few more to do and I plan on doing them all weekend!

#avatar way of water #jake sully #neteyam #avatar #avatar neytiri #neteyam x y/n #avatar loak #avatar tuk #neytiri #avatar smut #neteyam smut

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kydrogendragon · 2 months

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Can I also ask about Blind Date?

Of course!! This one I think will be cute. It was a Valentine's day prompt I hadn't gotten to but had a decent plan of attack for. So here's my notes on since since I don't have any official snippets.

Human!AU. Divorced Dad!Dream w/ Widowed Prof!Hob. Jo's Hob's mate who's drinking buddies with Matthew. Anyways, Dream's been going on a bender, fucking anything that moves and Matthew's tired of picking up the pieces afterwards and Jo's tired of seeing Hob look so sad everything they pass a happy couple so they decide to pit these two together. Dream and Hob do not know this is a blind date. They assume they're meeting their respective friend for dinner to celebrate something (each has their own excuse). Hob gets there first, waiting politely at the table, scrolling on his phone when Dream walks up looking confused. Hob is star eyed at the very very pretty man giving him a thoughout look-over. "You are not who I expected Matthew to choose in a partner." "What?" "Primarily being the fact that you do not look like your name is Johanna." "I'm sorry, I'm so confused. You know Jo?" Matt told Dream he wanted to introduce him to his new girl and also celebrate his newest art sale. Hob, meanwhile, was told to meet Jo cause she'd been craving this place's rolls and was tired to fish and chips. "I think there might be some sort of miscommunication. Here, please, stay, I'll call Jo and she if she knows what's up." Jo tells him to enjoy this and to talk to the guy. Better than moping around. "Right so… apaprently we've both been played. Jo's not coming and im guessing your mate isn't either. Sounds like our two friends have been conspiring behind our backs." "I see…" "I know this isnt what either of us expected for the night." "No…. but at least they chose a spot with good wine." "Cheers to that." So they stay and talk and later, when they end up toppling into Hob's flat after dinner after far too many glasses of wine, well, let's just say neither of them are too mad about it. Especially when Hob wakes Dream up with the smell of breakfast and fresh coffee.

The WIP Title Game

#ky writes #wip game #dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #human au

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chahnniesroom · 10 months

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tenderness | bonus scene: banmal

pairing: bang chan x female reader

summary: the first time you call chan 'oppa.'

this is a bonus scene taking place in the tenderness universe, but you don't have to have read tenderness to read this fic! just know that the main character is currently a manager for stray kids. she's also chan's soulmate, which explains why she lives in the dorms with him.

chapter word count: 1.6k

warnings: none!

a/n: a bit of fluff was requested by one of the readers on ao3. the term 'banmal' is used to describe informal speech in korean and is usually for casual conversation between friends, relatives, or people younger than you. i can't properly demonstrate the way that the main character's speech level changes since speech levels don't exist the same way in english. i only modified the honorifics that y/n uses to address the members. this was my first time writing fluff, it was surprisingly fun!

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“Noona?” You and Jisung are lounging in the living room after a schedule that miraculously ended early. You're not sure where the other guys are and you don't really care, it's nice to have one on one time with Jisung.

“Hm?” You drag your eyes away from the drama that the two of you have been half heartedly been watching to find him deep in thought.

“You called me Jisung-ssi earlier. You always do that. Why?”

“Ah,” you say, flustered. “It just still feels weird to talk to you guys informally. I don’t want anybody to get the wrong idea.”

“But you don’t call Felix, Felix-ssi! I’ve even heard you call him Lixie before! Why is he special?” Jisung whines.

“It’s different!” you defend yourself. “We talk in English mostly. There’s not really any honorifics or levels of speech. It’d be weirder if I did speak formally to him.”

“Sounds like an excuse, but okay. What do you call Channie-hyung?” he asks with a particular gleam in his eyes.

“Chan-ssi,” you say matter-of-factly. You have to bite back a laugh at the disappointed noise he makes at your response.

“Minho-hyung?”

“Minho-ssi.”

“Changbinnie-hyung?”

“Changbin-ssi,” you reply dutifully.

“You guys are the same age! It doesn’t make sense!” he groans.

“I don’t know what you’re expecting,” you say, amused. “I talk to all of you the same.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re hopeless.” He shakes his head dramatically. “You’re soulmates with Channie-hyung! That means you’re basically family to all of us. Listen, at work? Sure, fine, you can be all polite and formal, I get it. But in the dorms?”

“Jisu-”

“Here, the guys are coming over for dinner tonight. Please please please, can you call Minho-hyung oppa to his face?”

“What? No!” you say immediately.

“Pleaseee,” he draws out the word playfully. He shuffles closer and takes your hands in his, pouting exaggeratedly. “Just once! I just want to see his reaction! I know that all of us have told you at one point to speak to us comfortably. He wouldn’t get mad at you, I promise!”

“I’m not going to do it,” you laugh, trying to disentangle your hands.

“You can tell him that I forced you to! I’ll volunteer to clean the dishes after dinner! I’ll be better about cleaning the bathroom! I’ll buy you bubble tea for a week! I’ll buy you new shoes! I’ll stop changing my mind a million times when we’re trying to decide what to order during schedules! I'll write you a song! Please please please, Y/n-noona!”

“I-” you falter. Jisung immediately brightens, his mouth curves into a heart-shaped smile. “Fine. Only because you look so cute.”

Jisung cheers, jumping up and punching the air with his fists.

“You’re the best!!”

“I’m going to blame you for it,” you warn.

“Of course. Even if hyung kills me, it’ll be worth it in the moment.” He beams.

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At dinner, Jisung sits to your left and every few minutes, he nudges your leg in an attempt to prompt you into speaking. You ignore it, continuing to eat as if nothing is happening. Yes, you agreed to follow along with Jisung’s silly idea, but you still want it to happen naturally, otherwise it would be even more out of place. As much as this is kind of a joke, it is starting to feel a bit strange always using polite speech and you're curious to see how everyone will react.

Opportunity strikes when you stretch to grab one of the side dishes that happen to be in front of Minho. You can't quite reach it sitting, but before you can stand, Minho picks up one of the serving utensils and picks out the best piece, placing it into your bowl. He serves himself next, but you know it's just to play off his kind gesture. You're genuinely grateful for his thoughtfulness.

“Thank you, Minho-oppa,” you say, making sure to keep your voice casual.

Everyone freezes. Minho is good at maintaining his nonchalant expression, but his ears betray him by slowly turning red. Your cheeks are flushed to match and even without looking, you can tell the rest of the boys are stunned. It takes a great effort on your part to not turn to glance at Chan, although you can practically feel his gaze burning into the side of your face.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jeongin elbow Hyunjin in the stomach and mouth "Oppa?" in disbelief.

Finally, Minho recovers enough to clear his throat loudly and say, "it's nothing, I was going to get some anyway."

Jisung, on the other hand, is grinning like an idiot.

“Hyung! You should have seen your reaction, I wish I had taken a picture!” He cries out, laughing loudly.

“What reaction?” Minho tries to play it off.

“Hyung, your ears.” Hyunjin tugs on one teasingly, then instantly apologises and cowers when Minho turns to glare at him.

"Call me oppa too, Y/n!" Changbin says excitedly, standing up to serve you from the dish closest to him.

"We're the same age, Changbin-ah, I'm not going to call you oppa," you tease. He just laughs, delighted to be on the receiving end of your more casual speech.

“If Y/n calls Minho-hyung oppa, does that mean she needs to call Chan-hyung ajhussi?” Seungmin pipes up. Across the table, Hyunjin dissolves into laughter at the thought.

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Chan doesn’t mention it all evening, even though the boys continue to tease Minho, calling him ‘oppa’ instead of ‘hyung’ when they address him and taking every opportunity to call Chan ‘ajhussi’. They’ve both given out countless headlocks in revenge, but it’s all in good humour. Eventually, Minho, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin head home, and the rest of the boys drift off into their own rooms.

After washing up, you join Chan in his room, not wanting to hog the bathroom for any longer than required. He’s already set to sleep and had been sitting in bed scrolling on his phone until you had walked in. Through the reflection of the little mirror that you’re using to do your skincare routine, you can see that he’s watching you.

“You know,” he says steadily. “You can- you can call me that too, if you want.” You pause at the carefully worded request. You make eye contact with him through the mirror and watch as the tips of his ears and the tops of his cheeks slowly pinkens.

“Call you what?” you ask, deliberately playing oblivious.

“You know,” he flounders.

“Do I?" you wonder, tapping a finger to your lips teasingly.

“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable, I just thought that if you were going to talk to the boys more casually then you can do the same. You’re my soulmate, things don’t have to be so formal all the time. I don’t want to force you to do anything, but I wouldn’t mind, at all! I know Jisung probably was the one to get you to say that to Minho and it was really funny to see his reaction. Uhm. I mean, you can really call me anything that you want! Chan-ssi. Chan-oppa. Chan-ah, actually no that’s kind of weird maybe not that one. Uh if it makes it less weird you can use my English name too! Chris, Christopher, whatever,” he trails off, then buries his face in his hands with a groan. “Sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying.”

You're finished your skincare routine so you put away all the containers and turn in your seat so that you're fully facing him. You take a second to collect yourself, then pitch your voice so it's small and cutesy, a far cry from how you normally talk.

"Oppa," you test. His eyes immediately shoot up to meet yours, cheeks darkening more than they had before. "Do you want me to call you Channie-oppa?" You tilt your head to one side and widen your eyes.

"Argh.” This time, he turns to smash his face in his pillow to hide himself, pulling the blanket over his head for good measure.

"Channie-oppa, why are you hiding? I thought this is what you wanted." You lightly tug at the blanket, but he holds it tight, shaking his head vigorously. You've never been the type to perform aegyo, but it's surprisingly fun and you can't deny that you're enjoying Chan's reaction. After another minute, he pokes his head out looking a bit sheepish.

“You are really cute when you say that,” he admits. “And I really like to hear that you feel comfortable using banmal with us.”

“I am comfortable with everyone, I have been for a while,” you say. “And you’re also really cute when I call you oppa.”

His eyes crinkle as he smiles and you take the opportunity to lean forward and poke one of the dimples that appear. In retaliation, he grips the corners of the blanket and collects you in his arms, effectively swallowing you in the mess of fabric. He pulls you so that you lose balance and fall onto the bed, cradled in his arms. You feel so safe in his embrace and the both of you momentarily fall silent.

“Okay, I think we should sleep now,” Chan says eventually. “Good night, Y/n.”

“Good night… Channie-Oppa,” you respond.

Even though you can’t see Chan in the dark, you know that he’s smiling. It’s enough that you drift off to sleep with a smile as well.

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dianneking · 3 months

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On The Seashore (Brienne x Reader)

Hi all! For my weekly fic challenge, @scream-queenlover suggested this prompt (#2584) @promptsforthestrugglingauthor :

"I'm tired of adventures. How about we just get married and stay home?" "I'm sorry…did you just fucking propose?”

You and Brienne have been adventuring together for years, and while you enjoy the friendship and camaraderie that the two of you share, you can't help but wish for more, maybe…but is it in the cards?

Tags: Brienne x Reader, AU - Canon Divergence, Swearing, Brienne is an adventurer, Aroace spectrum, Brienne is on the aroace spectrum, Friendly Banter, Dialogue-Heavy, Queerplatonic Vibes, Second Person POV, Reader is a woman.

I am not sure how it turned into a queerplatonic fic with a Brienne on the aro/ace spectrum but hey, happy belated aro/ace week. Link to AO3 in the title below:

On The Seashore

“I swear, if I have to shake sand from my boots one more time, I'll snap.” You grumbled, pulling once again your weathered traveling boots on your feet.

“Might I remind you that getting this close to the coastline was your idea, milady?”

“Brienne, it's been three years we're on the road together, how many times do I have to tell you to just call me by my name?”

You could see her lips slightly tilting upwards and you knew her dry wit was about to come out to play once more.

“One more time, milady.”

You snorted. “One more time, my ass. I haven't been a lady since we took to the road. Just a common adventurer, that's all.”

“There's absolutely nothing common about you, milady, and if anyone dares to even imply anything of the sort, I'd be ready to duel them.”

“Yeah we've learned that in Sandstone with that one guy who was a little bit too friendly…”

“He grabbed your arm!”

“I know but we were trying to keep a low profile and you beating him up didn't really…”

“He insulted your honor! And mine too!”

You sighed. “Yes I know. Let's try not to beat anyone up in this village though. I'd like to lay low for a while.”

“Well we still have half a day of walking in front of us before we get there, that is, if Your Grace doesn't keep stopping every ten minutes to shake sand off your precious feet.”

“Well excuse me for not wanting the whole beach in my boots.”

The two of you kept going towards the village, bickering as you had become accustomed to over the time spent together.

“This must be heaven!” You kicked your feet up, forgetting your previous adversity for the sand, your boots next to your wicker seat in the cool shade of the palm trees.

“You have pretty low standards for the afterlife, milady, if all you require is a seat in the shade.”

“Brienne! Was your mission successful?”

You looked up at her silhouette, the sun behind her transforming her short hair in a golden halo. She looked even more like a goddess than usual.

“I have drinks and I have work opportunities so yes, I'd say my mission was indeed successful. And no duels yet, so you can rest easily.”

She handed you a tankard, keeping the second one in her hand.

You lost no time chugging down the first half in a long sip.

“Ahhhhhh now that's something that was sorely missing in my heaven. A drink! I could kiss you right now, Brienne!”

She did not reply, taking a sip of her own tankard, but as she sat down in the wicker chair next to your own, you noticed her ears were slightly pinker. How had she managed to get sunburned in such a short time? Oh well, she was very fair-skinned so it probably took very little. That might be why she always had her hood or her helmet on most days. But the Dornian heat and the quiet reputation of this village had convinced even the uptight Brienne of Tarth to lighten her kit.

“So you were talking about work?”

She swallowed her drink and replied, her voice uncharacteristically flustered:

“Yes. Hmm, well, they're looking for night guards for their granary. They've had quite the bountiful harvest and they want to keep it safe until the village fair.”

“Are there actual threats to the granary?”

“Not really. Seems to be mostly a precaution.”

“So a cushy gig. How's the pay?”

“Not great, but they'd let us stay here at this cottage on the beach for free and add one golden coin each per week.”

“Sunshine, the seaside, free lodging and decent pay? Sign me up for life!”

“What about your beloved adventures? What about being a free spirit and roaming the world?”

"I'm tired of adventures. How about we just get married and stay here?"

The silence that followed alerted you that something was wrong. You turned to your companion.

“Brienne?”

She was looking at you as if you had sprouted a second head.

"I'm sorry...did you just fucking propose?”

Woah. Brienne of Tarth, swearing? That was almost unheard of from your very proper companion, and only in very serious situations.

Not that you’d mind. Marrying her, that is. Quite the contrary. The past three years had easily been the happiest of your life, and you knew it had to do with her. Her constant presence by your side, her dry humor, her unwavering support and loyalty…she had become a column you hadn’t even realized how much you were leaning against until you took a step back and allowed yourself to admire her. And she was beautiful. Gods, was she beautiful.

You set your tankard down beside your chair, and turned to her, lifting your chin, fixing your eyes in hers with equal parts trepidation and boldness.

“What if I did?”

“This is not a subject for jesting, milady!”

“Who said I was jesting? And for all the Gods, stop calling me milady like I am some sort of court princess.”

“But you cannot...We wouldn’t…We’re two women!”

“Believe me, I noticed.” You smirked up at her, letting your eyes roam her tall figure, allowing her to see the appreciation in your eyes. She spluttered, her face turning a bright red that had no correlation with her previous sun exposure. (Had her reddened ears from before also been…oh. Well. Who’d have known. You might even have a chance then.)

“Milady! I…That’s not appropriate! The law doesn’t-”

“Brienne. For once, this is not about the law, religion, traditions, nor customs.” You stood up, and placed your hands on the armrests of her seat, boxing her in. Tall as she was, her head was level with yours. You had never been so close to her. You could see beads of perspiration crowning her forehead, you could drown in the blueness of her eyes, wide open in shock, both at your boldness and at your closeness.

She hadn’t pushed you away though. That had to count for something.

“Brienne?”

“Y-yes?” Her voice was barely more than a whisper, hesitant and softer than you’d ever heard before. This was not Brienne the warrior speaking. She was Brienne the woman.

The woman you’d fallen for.

“I am going to tell you something. You just say the word, and we won’t have to talk about this again. We’ll go back to our adventuring as it was before and nothing will have changed. But I don’t want you to think this is some sort of joke. I am serious.”

She nodded, and you could see her lower lip quivering slightly, and her eyes widening even more.

“There’s nobody else in the whole world I would like to spend the rest of my life with. Nobody else I would gladly take an arrow for, nobody else I want to guard my back as I guard theirs. If there’s anything that the past three years have taught me is that my days of lonely wandering are done, as long as I can have you by my side. Would…would you consider becoming more than just traveling companions?”

She bit her lip, and let her gaze drop to her knees, as if unable to look you in the eyes anymore.

Oh.

The silence stretched for what felt like ages. The usually pleasant sounds of waves crashing against the seashore and seagulls crying out to each other felt like a dissonant song to your ears, when all you wanted to hear was her voice.

But you guessed her silence was telling you all there was to know.

“Very well.” You tried to keep the disappointment out of your voice as you straightened up, hands detaching from the wicker armrests, setting your companion free once again. “I’ll just… go check the water’s temperature. Be back in a bit.”

You almost scoffed at yourself. Sure. Check the water temperature. Like you gave a damn about the ocean right now. It could all dry up for all you cared.

You resisted the urge to kick at the sand in anger and frustration though. Mainly because you knew Brienne could be watching you, and you wanted to keep what little decorum you could. How could you be so stupid? To think that she might return your feelings, that you might have a chance with her. Ha. Clearly the blazing sun of Dorne had burnt off your common sense.

You let the cool seawater lap at your bare feet, forcing yourself to look at the horizon and take a deep breath of salty breeze.

It was okay. You’d gone through heartbreak before. You’d move on.

Another deep intake of breath.

You would not allow those tears that you felt prickling at your eyelids to fall. You were a grown woman. An adventurer. Not a silly girl with a crush.

A third breath. You closed your eyes, focusing on the sounds of seagulls, trying to shove all the feelings back in the little blackened and beaten container you called heart.

“Nobody has ever told me that.”

“HOLY SH- Brienne, you almost gave me a heart attack!” You twirled towards her, a hand on your chest as you tried to get your breathing back in control. How a woman of her size had managed to sneak behind you without you noticing was a testament both to her athleticism and to how out of it you were.

She pinned you with her gaze, hard and unflinching. The soft, blushing Brienne was gone. This was Brienne the warrior, once again. You realized you had fallen for her, too.

“Nobody has ever…wanted me.” She said that as if it was part question, part accusation. You didn’t know what to make of it. You shrugged.

“Well, apparently they’re all dumb as rocks and with no functioning eyes.”

She snorted. An inelegant sound that you found as endearing as the rest of her.

“Seriously, Brienne. You probably have a lot of people that admire you from afar. I’m just the one with the least amount of self-preservation instincts of them all.”

“You seem to have been doing pretty well so far.”

“Well, if you don’t smite me for daring to punch above my weight, I should live to see another day!” You smiled up at her, cheekily, trying to lighten up the mood. You weren’t going to give up on the friendship and camaraderie you two had built together just because your advances had been turned down. A fool, you might be, but not an utter imbecile.

You could see her lips pull up at the corners in a tiny but unmistakable smile at your antics.

“There it is! The smile of mercy! I shall live somewhat longer! Yay!”

She shook her head and gave you a small shove, almost throwing you completely off-balance.

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

“I’ll take impossible as a title over milady anytime, so yep, that’s who I am! Also, please don’t throw me into the ocean, I can’t swim.”

“You can’t?”

“Nope! I’m a land rat, not a sea rat. Can you?”

“Of course! Everyone on Tarth learns how to.”

“Well, you’ll have to teach me at some point, but throwing me in is not how I’d like to go about it, thank you very much.”

Her hand landed on your shoulder, gripping it strongly, and you looked up to see that the smile had gone, and her expression was now closed off, and serious.

“I…wouldn’t be opposed to it.” She ground out, as if it was physically difficult for her to even say it.

“To teaching me how to swim?”

“No, to a… relationship. I…I like to spend time with you.” She looked like she was telling the truth but also like she was extremely uncomfortable doing so. You felt your heart break again, this time for her.

“As do I, but we can still have that. This is not an ultimatum, Brienne, I would never put you in that position.” Just the thought she would be willing to start a relationship she clearly wasn’t keen on not to lose your company was…both horrifying and heartwarming, to be honest.

“It’s not that. I…I am not good with…romance. It doesn’t come as easy to me as it seems to be for other people. I don’t know how to go about it.”

You put your own hand on top of hers, on your shoulder, trying to find the right words.

“Hey. There is no right or wrong way. And there is no hurry. We can give it a try and see where it goes. If not, we’ll just be good friends that adventure together, alright?”

She seemed to ponder this, her eyes on your hand covering her own. You gave her the time to do so.

“I would like that.”

You smiled tenderly up at her. This was so hard for her, always used to be the paradigm of perfection, of valor, of morals. The fact that she was able to challenge herself enough to go out on a limb with a relationship for you, of all people, made your heart skip a beat in your chest.

“We will take things as slowly as you’d like, and you feel free to tell me at any time if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

You could see the tension leave her eyes, and her face opened up in a hopeful smile.

“You’d do that…for me?”

“But of course! We have all the time in the world, milady!” You smirked, throwing the title back at her and seeing her resigned grimace at the nickname.

“No more miladys, alright?”

“That’s what I’ve been saying for years! Now. That drink is getting warm and that’s not something we can allow. Shall we?”

You gallantly offered her your hand to hold in a very bad imitation of a nobleman asking a woman at court to dance. She shook her head, but accepted your hand, and you both turned your back to the sun, looking at your conjoined shadows on the sand in front of you with a look of incredulous joy on both of your faces.

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Sunny! I’d like to request #5 on the dirty texts with anyone - smutty dealers choice!

Ooooh, dealers choice?? Hmmm… I gotta go Yoongi on this one, I have not (and will never) recovered from the D Day tour. 😵‍💫

This was supposed to be a drabble but it's well over 1k so… sorry about that!! 💕

Title: Out of the Bag Now Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: friends to lovers?, a bit cracky, smut, Coworkers!AU Rating: M(18+) Warnings: accidentally dirty texts, misunderstandings, mutual pining, masturbation (m), almost turns into phone sex, reader is flustered af (in the best way!), ends on a cute note, prompt is highlighted in bold

You: Okay, so we have everything ready for the presentation tomorrow?

Yoongi: Yeah, we're good to go

Yoongi: Nothing to worry about, so try to get a good night's sleep

Yoongi: I know you didn't sleep before March's shareholder meeting

Glancing at the last text message, you sigh wistfully.

For over a year now, you've been madly in love with your coworker, Min Yoongi. Ok, love might be stretching it a bit. You're wildly in lust with the man.

He's everything you've ever wanted in a partner - cool, calm, collected, clever as fuck with an acerbic wit that always makes you laugh (while praying that you'll never been on the receiving end of its sharp sting). Plus, he's absolutely gorgeous, the kind of guy that people would use an example of "have you ever seen a man so beautiful you cried?"

Or maybe that's just you.

But he is strikingly handsome, and makes your knees go weak when he favors you with one of his rare smiles. They usually come out when he's being sweet to you. Like when he's making sure you're getting enough sleep.

So yeah, you're head over heels for him. If only you had the guts to do anything about it.

You: I'll try

You: But you too! No late night movie marathons again, Yoongi

You: Boss's orders

That's just a dumb joke between the two of you. You're colleagues, on the same level, but Yoongi had insisted that you take the lead on this project, since you had more familiarity with the product than he did. Another check in the "pros" column - he's a man who supports his other colleagues and isn't afraid to take orders.

Yoongi: Yes boss

Yoongi: You can't see it but I'm saluting you right now

He sends a few emojis through and you giggle. For the last few weeks, the two of you have been texting back and forth after hours. It's mostly shop talk, but lately the conversations have dragged on and on, drifting into the late night hours. As this one has. You've already finished your nightly skincare and have moved on to your dental routine.

Yoongi: Seriously though, try not to stress about tomorrow

You: Honestly, I'm not! I'm feeling pretty confident about this

Yoongi: Good. Then you can just relax tonight

You: That's the plan

You balance your phone in one hand while using your electric toothbrush with the other. Yoongi cracks a joke, and your response is a little mangled by your sole thumb's lack of dexterity.

You: Sorry abour any typos

You: I'm like typing with one hand

Three grey dots dance across your screen for a few seconds.

Yoongi: Oh shit, you're REALLY relaxing. I didn't realize it was that type of conversation

You spit into the sink, brow furrowing as you reread his message. What does he mean by that?

Then you scroll up and nearly scream. "I'm like typing with one hand"?? Oh my god, why the fuck did you say that to him? He doesn't know that you meant you were brushing your teeth!

Frantically, you start typing out a response, erasing and starting over a few times, trying to figure out the best way to say "hey no I'm a dumbass who was just brushing my teeth and not touching myself to you" even though the fact is that you have touched yourself while thinking about him, several times actually, but that's neither here or there -

and then a new message appears.

Yoongi: Hold on, let me catch up

Excuse me??

Your phone buzzes with an incoming call and you nearly throw it into the sink in shock when you see that it's Yoongi calling. It takes a few seconds for the command to answer the call to get from your brain to your finger.

"Yoongi?"

A happy sigh greets you. "Fuck, that's better. Wanted to hear your voice."

The floor seems like the safest place to be right now, so you collapse onto it, leaning back against the cabinets under the sink.

"You did?"

"Oh yeah. You've got such a pretty voice, YN. Bet it sounds even sweeter when you're coming," Yoongi rumbles, that's the only word for it, he rumbles in that deep-ass voice of his, and you slide until you're just lying on your back, staring up at the bathroom ceiling, waiting for death to claim you, because how the fuck are you supposed to go on living after this?

"I - um - thank you?"

Yoongi laughs, but there's a slight hiccup in it, and it dawns on you what he's doing right now while he's talking to you. He's catching up. Images flood your brain - Yoongi lying on a couch, or maybe on a bed, hand tucked into his pants, fingers wrapped around a hard cock - and you choke on your own saliva.

"You ok?"

"Yeah! Yes. I'm fine, thank you."

He chuckles again, and it's physically impossible but you swear you can feel the vibrations through the phone. "You sure? You sound a little flustered."

"Oh, I'm sorry." What the fuck are you supposed to be saying to him right now? You're pretty sure it's not apologizing, but that's what you do anyway.

"Don't be. It's really cute."

Well thank fuck for that.

"Yoongi," you steady yourself with a deep breath, "what I said earlier… I didn't mean I was touching myself."

Silence. A lot of silence. It's a relief when he speaks again, but it fades quickly as you catch the disappointment in his voice.

"Oh shit, really? I - fuck." Now who's flustered? "What - what were you doing?"

"Brushing my teeth."

"Oh. Huh." He sighs, sounding deflated. "Guess I just jumped to a conclusion that I… wanted."

"Oh," you echo. "That's…" Incredible? Unbelievable? The best thing you've heard since you were born?

"Listen, YN, I'm so sorry. This whole thing was just - fuck, just really inappropriate, and if I've made you feel uncomfortable, I'm truly sor-"

Sitting up, you wave your arm to stop him. As if he can see you right now. "No, no! Yoongi. Wait. It's not like that. I wasn't doing anything right now but… but I have."

More silence. You bite your lip as you wait for him to catch up, for real this time.

"You mean…"

"I mean, I've t-touched myself while thinking about you. Before." Clearing your throat, you cover your eyes with your free hand, hiding your face from an invisible audience. Somehow, it emboldens you to keep talking. "A lot, actually."

He exhales shakily. "Really?"

"Yeah. Yeah, really." Uncovering your face, you stand, propping yourself up against the counter as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Is that really you having this discussion right now? You start to laugh.

"I don't think I'm getting the joke," Yoongi says slowly.

"Holy shit, this is just so surreal, Yoongi," you inform him. "I never in a million years thought I'd be admitting that I - Jesus, that I masturbate to thoughts of you! Not over the phone like this. Maybe after like-"

"A date?"

You huff out another laugh. "After a dozen, maybe. This is… I'm extremely out of my depth here."

"Well, if it makes you feel better, I think you're doing a great job." He's laughing now, too, and it makes you grin so wide your cheeks actually hurt. "How about this - you let me take you on a date tomorrow night, to celebrate our successful presentation, and maybe by the end of the night, we'll know where we stand on the timeline for surprising confessions?"

"Okay. Yeah. Yes." You close your mouth to prevent yourself from continuously accepting his offer.

"Great. Then… I'll see you tomorrow." His voice drops to a soft whisper. "Sweet dreams, YN."

"Good night, Yoongi."

Okay, so you may have lied to him. Because there's no way you're getting any sleep tonight.

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We'll Try Again, When We're Not So Different

Noah Sebastian x OFC ('Lanna) Content warnings: slapping, cheating (kinda sorta), oral sex, public adjacent sex Contains sexual situations between a fictionalized version of a real person. This isn't real, none of this happened. But if this isn't your thing, press the back button. Request by @thebadchic and fitting in with @signs-of-ill-portent's 30 days of Bad Omens prompt for Impolite

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Noah knows it’s impolite, watching her like he is from across the bar, but he can’t seem to take his eyes away from her. He knows Jolly's talking, can hear his friend's voice beside him. But all Noah can focus on is the long line of her neck as she tips her head back, laughing at whatever the man next to her said. The jealousy comes unexpectedly, unbidden, even as he reminds himself that this was his doing. But in the months since it's been over, he hasn't stopped wanting her once.

Noah can't help but wonder how many dates this is, if this guy is the one she's moving on with. He wonders, if she still thinks about him, the way he does about her, even if she is seeing someone else.

A hand comes down on his shoulder, breaking the spell. "Here," Jolly says, placing a shot glass in front of him, "take this. I think you need it."

Picking up the glass, Noah uses it to salute his friend in thanks before throwing the shot back. The tequila stings his throat as it goes down, but it's much more preferable to the ache in his chest when he looks at her.

"Better?" His friend asks, raising his brow. He's about to say no and order another when he sees her excuse herself and he stands, ready to follow. "Don't even think about it, man. We both know nothing good's gonna come of it."

Noah shakes his head, scoffing, and doesn't know who it's directed at. Himself for doing this, or his friend for trying to stop him. "Too late. I'll be right back."

He doesn’t know how long they’ve been in here, trading barbs back and forth about this and that, what his problem is. It can’t have been too long seeing as her date hasn’t come knocking… or maybe that’s thanks to Jolly’s interference. Noah tilts his head, hands buried in his pockets as he leans against the locked door while he studies her reflection. "Does he give you what you need though?"

He can see her eyes close in the mirror, her head dropping to her chest as she says quietly, "Noah… don't."

"Don't what?"

Sighing, she turns, "Do… this." Her hands gesture back and forth between the two of them before she crosses her arms in front of herself. "I'm doing what you said, remember?" Her voice drops a few octaves in a mimicry of his, "'You need to find someone who can give you what you deserve, because it's not me.' And now that I am… you have the nerve to ask me if he "gives me what I need"? Come off it."

She's not wrong, he did say that. But seeing her again has pulled all the shit he's tried to shove down the last few months to the surface. Doesn't help that she's wearing that dress she always looked so good in. The one that whenever she wore it, he never could keep his hands to himself… just like now.

"What you need and what you deserve are two different things, though. Aren't they?" Noah kicks away from the door, closing the distance between them in a few steps. There's fury behind her eyes when she tips her head back to look at him; she's pissed and she has every right to be. But that doesn't stop him from reaching his hand out to skim his fingers along the sun-kissed skin of her arm.

She slaps his hand away the instant he makes contact and a huff of a laugh bursts from his lips even as the anger in her eyes burns brighter. "Come on, 'Lanna, are you really telling me he gives it to you like you want?" He asks, incredulously. Her cheeks color, but she says nothing, and that's when it hits him. The low lit bar, the dress… "You haven't fucked him yet have you?"

"That is absolutely none of your business--"

"What were you hoping for tonight then, huh?" This time, when he touches her, she doesn't slap his hand away, allowing his fingertips to finally brush her arm. His fingers work their way down to her wrist, her hand, sliding back to rest on the sink behind her. He knows he’s being a dick, and he knows that tomorrow, he’s going to feel like shit about it, but right now, it doesn’t matter.

"Noah…" She sighs, and when he looks at her, he takes note that the fury in her eyes has changed to a different kind of heat. One he's so very familiar with.

"I'll stop. Just say the word and I'll stop; let you go back to your date." His hands come up in surrender as he takes a step back, ready to let her leave if that's what she wants. But barely gets a foot behind him before she's fisting a hand in his shirt and pulling his mouth to hers.

Noah can't help the groan that leaves his mouth, hands gripping her sides and pulling her closer. She nips at his lip and he opens his mouth, ready to lick into hers when she rears back. The sting of the slap catches him off guard. He looks at her, shocked, but all he sees in her is righteous indignation.

"God, you're such a fucking asshole." Tears gather in the corners of her eyes and he hates that he's the one who put them there; hates that he’s still hurting her when that's why he ended things in the first place.

The corners of his lips turn down as he admits, "I know." Yet all the loathing in the world doesn't stop him from taking hold of the back of her head and pulling their mouths back together.

They meet in a clash of lips and tongues, both of them clutching each other close as if this is the only thing that can fill the holes in their chests. She goes for his pants at the same time he pulls at the hem of her dress, popping open the button and reaching her hand inside while he pushes the material up to her waist. The material of her panties is soft, flimsy, and they slide down her legs easily. He lowers himself to his knees to help pull them free, balling up the dark green lace to stuff into the pocket of his jacket.

“Open up for me, ‘Lanna… Please?” There’s no room for thoughts about the when and where, who could be waiting outside that door for them, only her, and the way she tastes. She opens for him willingly, letting him shuffle between her thighs to bury his face in her folds, sobbing when his mouth makes contact. Noah laps at her clit, bringing one of his hands in to spread her open for him to lick at her opening, groaning at the heady flavor he finds buried there. As much as he wishes he could spend all evening there, with her thighs around his face, surrounded by her taste and smell, he knows he can’t. He forces himself to his feet, taking her hips in hand to spin her around. Their eyes meet in the reflection, and she nods when he raises an eyebrow; that’s all the permission he needs to push his underwear down and take himself in hand.

She feels like heaven when he slides into her, the softness of her inner walls parting around him easily, giving way until he’s buried to the hilt. Closing his eyes, he lets his head fall to her back, pressing his forehead to the space between her shoulder blades.

“Shit,” she curses, head hanging forward when he raises his to look at her.

Noah can’t help the smirk that rises on his lips. “Feel good?”

“You know it does.. Fuck—Noah--” ‘Lanna’s hips shift back and forth in small, minute movements, the only ones she’s capable of with the hold he has on her. “Come on, Noah…”

“You want it rough?” He asks, pulling his hips back before rolling sharply into her. “Is this how you want it?”

"Yes." She cries out, nodding, cunt clenching around him when he does it again, and he can feel how she grows wetter around him. One of her hands presses against the mirror to steady her and he relaxes his grip on her hips, gaze drifting down to watch her roll her hips back into his; meeting every thrust.

“God, ‘Lanna..” he pants, breathless, biting out words between every thrust. “Do you really think anyone can give it to you like this?” Noah folds forward, resting his chest against her back, while bringing a hand to rest on her lower belly. His fingers spread wide against the soft skin, pressing until she whines. “Do you feel that?”

‘Lanna nods, gasping when he slows his rhythm until he’s only grinding his dick into her. “What do you feel, baby? Hmm?” His other hand slithers into her hair, gripping the tawny strands tight, using the hold to pull her head up to look at him. “Tell me, ‘Lanna.”

“You,” she moans. “I feel you.”

He hums, nodding. “Mmmm. That’s right—fuck--” the curse bursts from his mouth, emotion breaking through the hurried haze of lust. “You are so beautiful like this… God, I never should have let you go… never.”

“Noah.”

“What is it, baby? Are you close?” ‘Lanna nods, pulling his hand from her belly and guiding to her center.

He pulls her dress out of the way, slipping his hand down to where she wants him, nudging her clit with his fingers. Using the grip he has on her hair, he turns her face to his, kissing her wetly and letting her suck on his tongue as he rubs circles around her clit. ‘Lanna cums just as he feels his nearing; her inner muscles spasm around him, pulling him over the edge with her. She slumps back into him as they catch their breath and he is all too willing to take her weight.

The knock he’s been expecting at the door comes all too soon, but he’s thankful it's Jolly’s voice that rings through. “Hey, you two might wanna hurry it up. There’s only so much I can do to hold this guy off.”

“Fuck!” She turns to face him, pushing him back so she can slide out between him and the sink. Cursing again, she checks the mirror, straightening her dress and fixing her hair and once she seems to deem herself presentable, she heads for the door.

“Hey, wait--” He scrambles with his jeans, barely getting a hand on the door before she can open it, “are you really going back out to your date?” She rolls her eyes at him, contempt in her gaze once more.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am… Mind letting me go?” His confusion must show on his face because she sighs. “What did you think was going to happen, Noah? That I’d forgive the past few months and be happy to jump in your arms again?”

For once, Noah has nothing to say to that, because that's exactly what he was hoping for.. And she knows it too.

“I love you, Noah. But I won’t sit around and wait for you to figure out what you want.” The words hit him like a ton of bricks, and he lets his hand slide from the door, allowing her to leave. She’s gone in an instant, not even sparing a glance back in his direction.

He gives himself a few minutes to let himself feel exactly what just happened before he shoves it away until he’s ready to deal with it. Jolly’s still waiting in the hall when he exits the bathroom, with a sad look of understanding on his face.

“Come on,” he gestures to Noah, “let’s get out of here.”

Two months later, there's a knock on 'Lanna's door and she's confused. She's not expecting anyone… She and David didn't last long after that night at the bar and since then she hasn't been too keen on trying to make something work with anyone else. There have been a few dates here and there, but none interesting enough to warrant more.

No… as much as she meant it when she told Noah she wouldn’t wait for him it sure seems an awful lot like what she is doing. Yet she's still shocked to open the door to find him standing there with a nervous smile on his face. The flowers tucked behind his back moving every time he fidgets.

"I know you said you wouldn't wait," he starts, a blush creeping up on his features. "But I was hoping I wasn't too late." 'Lanna can feel her own cheeks heat when he holds out the flowers, noticing the bouquet is composed of all her favorites.

Although she contemplates shutting the door in his face, her heart kicks in her chest. So, she steps aside to let him in, deciding to hear him out.

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Lights in the Dark

Author's Note: I haven't written anything in a long time. I didn't realize how much I'd missed it. I'm going to try to do it more! First time writing for Baldur's Gate, this is for the BG3 Winter Holiday Challenge, based on the "twinkling lights" prompt.

Summary: Astarion doesn't like the guy you're dancing with (and neither do you) so he whisks you away to show you something special instead. On AO3 here

Pairing: Astarion x gender neutral Tav/reader

Tags/Warnings: a bit of jealous Astarion, more than a bit of fluff, SFW/rated T, word count 1,300. Canon-typical talk about stabbing. Probably not accurate title usage :)

The dance was fast, a newer one that you weren't as familiar with. It involved the leader holding the other's waist with one hand as the pair rotated and traveled the steps, and it gave more opportunity than you liked for someone's hand to drift too far down.

Which is exactly what you felt Lord Brandir Antalme attempting as he spun you around the dance floor. You cleared your throat loudly, tightening your grip on his shoulder until he winced and returned his hand to the proper position for the dance.

As soon as the music stopped, you rushed through your bows, waving off his attempts to coax you into another dance. One near-groping from a boring lord was enough, thank you. But this was a fancy party and you weren't going to make a scene and cause trouble for Wyll. Yet.

Brandir followed you away from the dancing, taking two goblets of wine from a server's tray. You took the one he offered you– why not, you were going to need something to take the edge off his company if he was going to stick to you. The man would not stop talking about building contracts. You raised it to your lips.

A pale hand, wrist practically dripping with lace, snagged the goblet from you before you could even take a sip,

“There you are, darling.” Astarion took a taste of your wine. “I lost track of you.” His tone was light, but his eyes were hard, staring at Brandir.

Someone had to have manners in this situation and it clearly wasn't going to be Astarion. “Astarion, this is Lord Brandir Antalme. Brandir, Astarion Acunin.”

“Ah, Saer Acunin!” Brandir gushed with courtly enthusiasm. “Your reputation precedes you.”

“Don't believe everything you hear,” Astarion said. His voice lowered dangerously, even as his smile remained polite. “I'm much worse.”

Brandir giggled, his eyes widening, and turned his attention back to you– the apparently safe choice. While your outfit had a high collar, as did Astarion's, to cover both of your bite marks, it still showed a good amount of skin elsewhere. Which Brandir was enjoying without much subtlety.

“You were an excellent partner, my dear. Perhaps another dance,” he glanced at Astarion holding your cup, “since you are finished with your drink?” Brandir gave a half bow and held out his hand to you.

“That was a dance?” Astarion laughed, high and sharp. “I thought Tav was just keeping you from falling on your face.”

“Um, I think I will get some refreshments, that dance was a bit fast for me. Thank you, though, my lord. Excuse us.” You grabbed Astarion's sleeve and dragged him with you towards the tables laid out with an incredible variety of decadent treats.

“That is one of the richest people in Baldur's Gate. And you want to be on his bad side?”

“Oh, I know who he is. And if he looks at you like that one more time,” he growled, “I'll rip his throat out.” Turning so only you could see, he bared his fangs.

You put your hands on your hips, exasperated. “It was just a dance.”

“He tried to touch your ass, darling, I think he was after a bit more than ‘just a dance.’”

“If he'd made it that far, I would have removed his hand.”

“Oh but it's so much more fun if you let me do that for you,” he said with a bloodthirsty smirk.

“Hm.” You examined his face– the glint in his eyes, the curl of his lip, the general air of satisfaction. “I think you like being jealous.”

“I have no idea what you might be talking about.”

“You helped Wyll decide the guest list. You picked my outfit for tonight. You insisted I wear this jewelry.”

“Do you have a point with this?” he asked airily, taking an elegant sip of wine. “Or are you just talking to hear your own voice? Not that I don't love your voice.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “I'm saying you knew exactly who would be here and exactly how they would react. Hells, you probably planned the dances as well.” You stepped closer to him, crowding his space. “All so you could play the jealous lover. It's been years, aren't you tired of that game yet?”

Astarion leaned towards you, seeming to have a quick retort ready for you, but then he straightened. “Oh Hells, here comes Lady Steelstalker. She won't even ask you to dance before grabbing your ass. Come with me.” With an arm around your waist, he hurried you out of the ballroom.

He led you up and up until you were entirely lost and fairly out of breath, but he assured you he knew where he was going. He opened a heavy wooden door at the top of more stairs with a flourish.

You walked out onto a parapet, overlooking the entire city. “Oh,” you gasped, delighted at the view. You stepped up to the crenelation, shivering from the frigid air.

Astarion wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back into his chest. He wasn't much warmer than the air, but he blocked the breeze, which helped.

“Look at the lights!” Everywhere you looked, colorful holiday lamps shone in windows and hung between buildings on looping ropes. Luminarias glowed on the streets and balconies.

The lights decorating the rich houses nearby were crisp and clear. Farther in the distance, all you could see was little soft dots blurring together, scatters of joy in the black.

The night was so dark but the city was full of light and color, a magic landscape.

The music from the ballroom drifted up, faint and ethereal. Astarion swayed gently to the sound and you put your hands over his on your stomach.

You had seen many, many sorts of nights with Astarion since he lost the ability to walk in the sun, but this was one of the most beautiful.

“My city,” he sighed. “I love exploring the world with you, darling, but I always feel most at home here.”

You tipped your head back onto his shoulder, looking up. The stars glittered sharply in the way they only did on very cold, clear winter nights. You thought they would cut you, if you could touch them.

But you could touch your own cold, sharp star, you thought with a smile. Strong and solid behind you, holding you like he'd never let go. He buried his nose in your neck and you reached up and back to tangle your fingers in the curls at his nape.

“I'll never tire of it,” he said against your skin. “I get such a thrill when I get to show the world that you chose me. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and no matter how many years pass, I'll still be shooing away anyone who looks at you too long. I love proving that you are mine.” You feel his smile.

You turned in his arms, draping your own around his neck. “And you're mine.” You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, icy against your lips.

“Maybe someday you'll finally let me stab a few of them a little.”

“Just a little?” you giggled.

“Jealous and covered in blood is quite a good look for me.”

“Oh, absolutely it is.”

“We should go inside, you must be freezing.”

You wiggled around to look back over the city, filled with peace and hope. So many families, so many people of every race joining in to spread brightness in the darkest time of the year. So much love filled your heart, for the people, for the city you'd saved, and especially for the man behind you who had worked so hard to stay with you through his pain.

“Just a little longer, love. Our city looks so beautiful."

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