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wreckmetoji · 1 year

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An Audience

A fic in which Wolfwood is still bad at feelings but at least he dicks you down good

↳ Nicholas D. Wolfwood/Reader

content warning. gender-neutral pronouns, afab reader, mild overstimulation, unprotected sex, profanity, shameless smut, fluff, slight angst, don’t worry baby boy vash will get his turn eventually

I recommend reading Stargazing and Cigarettes for a bit of context, however it isn’t completely necessary

minors DNI

6.8k words

Love wasn't in your cards. That was something you had to wake up and realize, seeing the empty space in your sleeping bag that seemed twice as big now, despite being made for only one person. You weren't surprised, you couldn't be, you knew Nicholas D. Wolfwood well enough despite him only being in your life for the span of a couple weeks. He seemed... Non-committal, avoidant, and definitely bad at expressing feelings, let alone understanding them. Still, though, the short lived pang in your chest made you visibly wince. Either that, or the sun peering over the dunes, momentarily blinding you. It seemed you were the first to wake up, thank the gods for that, because you wouldn't know how to explain your brief moment of melancholy to the honest, good-hearted people around you. They would all be waking up shortly, so you were quick to recoup. Rubbing your eyes, slapping your cheeks, and standing from your sleeping bag, you vowed to carry on bravely. It was a moment of passion, you were both looking for a lifeline. At least, that's what you told yourself. You had been silently pining over Wolfwood for nearly the entire time he had been traveling with you, but it was time to shove those feelings deep, deep down, bottle them up and put them on the shelf of regrets and things left unsaid. You would have time to reminisce over it later down the line in your life. Poorly rolling up your crumpled sleeping bag, making sure to smack the sand out of the creases in the process lest you want it in every single crevice next time you find yourself stranded. That action must have roused Vash from his sleep, as you could hear a small groan from beside you. It made you smile, shaking your head. For someone constantly on the run, he seemed so carefree sometimes. That was just so undeniably Vash, though. "Good morning," Vash rasped, both hands coming up to rub his eyes, before placing his glasses on his face. "Mornin'," You returned, clipping the straps over your sleeping bag to hold it in place. "Did you sleep alright? I thought I heard you up pretty late, and now you're the first up." You weren't sure why you didn't expect Vash to be perceptive, considering it's in his passive nature to worry about and care for the people around him. The slightly bitter purse of your lips seemed to give you away, and he obviously took the hint not to pursue how you were feeling any further. "Well, once we get to the next town over, we'll get a motel or something and you can nap. Don't worry about coming to get the car with us." A poignant smile graced your lips, more than likely noticed by Vash. "Thank you." It didn't need to be said, but you wanted to voice your appreciation to him whenever you could. You noticed in your travels together he didn't get that a lot, being that his reputation as The Human Typhoon preceded him. You'd been witness to some of the horrible things that followed Vash and his attempts at helping the general populous, and at first it terrified you, but after watching him dust himself off and get back up every single time, you came to admire him more than anything. Vash stood, kicking some sand over the makeshift fire pit that was most definitely already completely out, not that there was anything anywhere around you to catch fire anyways. "Looks like Meryl and Roberto are up," You stated, thumb pointing to the open passenger door of the vehicle several feet away. Meryl was already hopped out, and Roberto sat up groggily in the back seat. No Wolfwood, you took note after a glance around the area. "Great! We can head off right away... then..." Vash trailed off, glancing around the area. Seems as though he had the same realization you did. "Do you know–" "Let's get going." Both you and Vash whipped around, seeing Wolfwood walking over and down the nearest sand dune, his cross slung over his back in the usual fashion. You tried to make eye contact, but it seems he wasn't interested in catching your gaze, let alone acknowledging you at all. Maybe letting everything roll off your back would be harder than you anticipated. "Ahh, it's already so hot... I thought waking up early we would be able to beat some of the heat," You heard Meryl groan, earning a chuckle from both you and Vash. "How far is the next town?" "Uhm, twelve or so miles?" Vash seemed unsure, running his intricate cybernetic hand through his fluffy hair. So it could take you up to four hours to get there? By the time everyone had come to the consensus that it was time to leave right now immediately, Wolfwood was already a good several yards ahead, obviously having no intention of slowing his pace. The trek there was awful. You were tired, hungry, covered in grime and sweat, and Christ almighty, you could absolutely crush a glass of water. It didn't even have to be cold, you'd take lukewarm. You and Vash walked side by side, occasionally joined by Meryl and Roberto for a chat. At some point during your venture, Wolfwood had ended up behind everyone, probably something to do with his inability to trust anyone and everyone around him, or maybe you were just being bitter. "Wahhh, I'm so tired," You whined, wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand. You intentionally made it seem exaggerated, hoping covering it up as fun and games make the shake of your legs less obvious as you walked up another mountain of sand beside Vash. "How much longer until we're there?" "We should be– should– oh, we're here!" Vash exclaimed after you had reached the top of the dune. You felt like you could cry tears of joy if your body had any moisture left in it at all, so instead you settled and a pathetic little cheer, your knees wobbling and threatening to give out. Your blond companion seemed to notice this, his metal arm coming down to your waist. He didn't touch you, simply hovering just in case you were to collapse. It wouldn't be the first time he's had to keep you from falling. Wolfwood walked in front of the two of you, bumping Vash in the shoulder with his cross as he passed. He stumbled, arm catching around your waist, nearly causing both of you to tumble down the hill. His sour mood made you scowl after you and Vash had gotten your bearings, in which you got a very frantic apology despite nothing being his fault. Wolfwood was simply acting like a petulant child throwing a tantrum. The group of you got to town, branching off in your respectful directions. You and Meryl made a beeline to the nearest and only motel in this tiny backwash town, deciding it would save on money if everyone paired up into their respective rooms. You and Meryl would share, as would Wolfwood and Roberto, leaving Vash his own room. You mutually decided he deserved privacy, considering he was the one that got everyone here in the first place. (You also decidedly left out the fact you were in this predicament because of him as well, since he was on car-charging duty.) Despite the slightly murky water and shitty soap that made your skin too dry, you accepted the cramped motel shower with open arms– after you had gotten a good late lunch in you– the lukewarm water sending goosebumps up your body. It might as well have been ice cold, considering you were in the direct sun and ridiculous heat for the first four, nearly five hours of your day. Your only respite in the sweltering heat was when Vash used his body to block the rays from hitting you first thing, but once the sun was high in the sky he could do nothing to save you. Fresh out of the shower, you sighed at your bag thrown on the bed. Your day clothes were hanging to dry, so really that only left you to putter about in your sleepwear. Not that this was an issue, considering you planned staying in this dingy motel room for the next twelve plus hours. You slipped your sleep shorts on, tugging the ratty worn t-shirt over your head soon after, flopping onto the bed with a huff. Meryl had gone out, most likely to the nearest market to stock up on supplies while Roberto, Vash, and Wolfwood fetched the car with a fully charged portable battery in hand. It wouldn't hurt to take a nap, you thought, considering how little you managed to sleep last night. You kicked your foot pathetically, cheeks flushing at the recollection of how warm his embrace was. Doesn't matter if he's just gonna be a dick to me after.

With a heavy, exasperated sigh, you pulled the blanket and sheet back from the bed, only flipping the thinner of the two on top of your body. He didn't explicitly tell you that you'd get to talk about it, he just made a noise and you had made an assumption. You really don't know what you were expecting of him, you didn't know why it bothered you so much. It was fine, everything would be fine, you just had to get over yourself and everything could go back to normal. It wasn't like he was treating you any different, he was probably just grumpy because he had to walk twelve miles on what felt like the hottest day of the goddamn year. Everything was going to be fine. You just needed a nap. You awoke with a slight start, eyes adjusting to the dark of the room. Meryl laid beside you, her back rising and falling at a steady pace. It was obvious she'd been asleep for a while with how disheveled the blankets were around her, and the slight tousle of her hair. Fuck, you hadn't meant to sleep this long, you didn't even hear her come into the room. You stretched your legs, swinging them over the side of the bed, and sliding your shoes on. You hoped the motel lobby was still open at the very least, and also hoped they sold snacks and drinks. As quietly as you could, you opened the squeaky motel door, sliding out, and shutting it behind you. Luck really was not on your side today, was all you could think as you came face to face with the closed blinds in the windows of the motel lobby. The open sign was flipped, all the lights were off, and not a soul adorned the streets. Considering how high the moons were in the sky, you could only assume it was pretty late. Well fuck. Heaving another sigh, you dejectedly turned heel, heading back to your shared room. What you didn't expect was bumping into another person on your way there. Wolfwood stood outside his- Vash's room? It was fine, everything was fine You tried to get away without saying anything, but having to walk past him in silence seemed to be mission impossible, especially considering the circumstances. "Why are you standing outside Vash's room?" You asked, hand coming up to the door handle of your shared space. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the numbered key ring and spinning it around his finger. "Traded," He mused, fingers tapping the cigarette he held in his hands, "Why, disappointed?" It was intentional, you knew he was trying to get under your skin, that's what he did, and as much as you wanted to say you wouldn't fall for it, you absolutely did. "No, I was just curious. I already told you, it's not like that." Wolfwood hummed in response, low and void of melody or emotion, almost like he was mocking you. "Right, and I'm Mother Mary." "Listen," You hissed, removing your hand from the door knob and taking a quick two strides over to him, "I'm okay with pretending like nothing happened last night, that's fine, but that doesn't give you an excuse to be shitty to me. If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine too, but don't be a dick." This seemed to irk him, the scrunch of his nose surprising you. "Who said I didn't want to talk about it?" God, you wanted to rip your hair out. Or his. It was fifty-fifty. "You're the one that ignored me all day," You whisper yelled, pointedly shoving a finger into his chest, "You're the one that wanted to act like nothing happened, you're the one that was nowhere to be seen first thing in the morning!" "Oh, I didn't realize you wanted an audience for it. If that's the case, why don't we wake everyone up and call them out here?" You raised your hands, dragging the heels of your palms down your face in frustration. "I can't win with you, Wolfwood. You're impossible. I'm going to bed." As you turned on your heel, you felt his hand close around your wrist. It was warm, electrifying. "You said you wanted to talk about it. Let's talk about it." A response you didn't think you'd ever hear from Nicholas D. Wolfwood. You sighed, nodding slowly, but when you turned to him he was releasing his grip on you and headed to the door of his room. "Not out here," He muttered, stamping out his cigarette while opening the door for you. Stepping inside, you saw his cross leaning up against the wall in the corner, but other than that nothing else was out of place. His room looked entirely clean, no belongings strewn about, the covers on bed were still fitted and tucked. Did he ever sleep? You kicked your shoes off and heard the door click closed behind you, making you vaguely aware that you were completely alone with Wolfwood once again. Through the thin walls, you could hear snoring, and you weren't passively aware of everyone's sleeping patterns enough to tell if it was Vash or Roberto, or both. You nervously wiped your palms against your sleep shorts, bravely turning around to look up at Wolfwood. His arms were crossed over his chest, standing tall in front of you. The longer you stood in silence, the more desperate you became for any kind of saviour. "Okay, I guess I'll go first," You whispered, stepping back and taking a seat on the edge of the untouched bed, "I... expected things to be like this. I was happy about what happened last night, but I mean... you don't exactly seem the type to want that kind of thing, y'know?" Silence. "It was nice indulging, lying to myself, telling myself that's really what you wanted as well," You picked at the skin on your fingers, acutely aware of Wolfwood stepping away from the door and closer to you, "That you wanted me. That it wasn't just... I dunno, us being caught up in the moment?" You were embarrassing yourself. What were you saying? He was going to laugh at you and call you an idiot, traveling with everyone just got that much more awkward. A small part of you wondered if you should just pack up your stuff and disappear into the night. The likelihood of you making it even a week with no food, no weapons, no money was absolutely slim, but it was a risk you were willing to take. You would leave a note for Vash, he would understand– "You done?" Blinking dumbly, you finally glanced up. He was much closer than you had anticipated, or even noticed, the proximity making you swallow the lump in your throat. Not trusting your voice, you simply nodded, a shaky exhale pushing past your lips when he began to lean down. "Good." His breath fanned over your face when he grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to tilt your head back and crane your neck up. It seemed so easy for him, the way he pressed his lips against yours, the way his hand trailed feather light touches up your jaw, fingers moving back to tangle in the hairs at the nape of your neck and tug oh so gently. And as you were, right here, right now, you didn't want anything else. It's like he knew exactly what strings to pluck to make your heart sing, knew what to touch and where to have you wanting more and more of him. Or maybe you just felt that way about him all on your own. You parted, but not for long, only pulling back long enough for him to start leaning you back, one of his knees on the bed as he knelt over you. He had a hand on either side of you, bracketing you in, much like he had done last night but this was just so different. There was no confusion, astonishment, or impulse. This was planned, this was calculated and it was desperate. His lips were desperate to feel you, his tongue was desperate to taste you. It was suffocating, having him lean into you, press his chest to yours, coax your mouth open with his tongue. It was dizzying, and instead of allowing yourself to dive headfirst into the glue trap that was Wolfwood's affections, you pulled back. "Wait, Wolfwo–" "Nicholas," He breathed into your neck, licking at your pulse point once before biting down. You whined, feeling his canines press harshly into your skin. "I told you to call me Nicholas." Hands planted on his chest, giving a gentle push, but his lips and teeth and tongue made quick work of your neck. "W–Wait, please–" You insisted, giving a gentle push on his chest, "I don't–" Wolfwood pulled back, only far enough for him to look up at you out of the corner of his eye. His body was rigid again, unsure, muscles tense. He panted, breathing uneven and hurried, but ultimately nodded, huffing out, "I'm sorry, I thought– this seemed like this is where things were going." His body pulled back first, his leg sliding down the edge of the bed when he pushed back to stand. This time you were the one to grab him, your fingers closing in on the lapel of his blazer. You were both ruddy cheeked, eyes half lidded as you stared at each other. You took a second to compose yourself, voice small and breathless. "I want you, but–" He pushed forwards again, knee back on the bed. You choked on your words, keeping your hand on his blazer, "But, I feel like we didn't really talk about things." It was a wonder to see Wolfwood at a loss for words. Still, he pushed forward, much slower this time. He leaned into you, closer, hovering mere inches above your lips. "'m not exactly a man of many words, but," He placed a slow kiss on your lips, hands palming at your waist, "I'd like to show you how I feel." All the air was punched out of your lungs, jaw hanging slack in awe at his forwardness. Part of you wondered how honest he was being with you, but there was a glimmer of something in his eyes that had you falling back into his glue trap. A nod was all it took before Wolfwood was dipping leaning you back down, kissing you so deep it made the room spin. Your eyes slid shut, every nerve ending electrifying when he would touch you, kiss you. His hands felt like molten fire against your skin when he grabbed at your inner thighs, parting them so he could comfortably slide in between. His touch moved down, around, holding under your knee as he wrapped your one leg around his waist. It was slow, but deliberate, the slide of his palm back up your leg, thigh, before settling on the meat of your hip. His other hand was just barely hovering beside your neck, fingers brushing back and forth along your jaw. Something you could say you never expected of Wolfwood was the tenderness of fleeting touches. When he pulled back from your mouth, you gasped, the string of spit connecting you snapping and soaking into the fabric of your night shirt, some of it dribbling down your chin. Despite not even being touched by him yet, you could feel how dizzy and– most likely– thoroughly fucked you looked. "Fuck," Was all he growled, both hands under your ass to hike you further up the bed to make room for him. The rusty springs creaked in retaliation, the flimsy headboard gently tapping against the wall at the motion. Impossibly warm hands scooped your other leg to wrap around his waist. His hips pressed down into you, pinning you to the bed, the seam of his zipper rubbing up into your clothed mound. You squeaked, hands coming up to his hair when he ran his tongue down the shell of your ear. He kissed, licked, bit every piece of skin he could reach, and all you could do was whine and sigh and take his affections. Hot palms ran up your sides, taking your shirt along with them as he hiked it higher and higher, eventually getting to the peak of your chest. He stopped, peering up at you inquisitively, as if you would say anything except please rip my clothes off. Another nod from you, another smirk from him, and your shirt was quickly pulled up and over your head, leaving you half exposed and on display for him. You had half a mind to hide behind your arms– how long had it even been?– but he seemed to predict your train of thought and beat you to the punch. Lips descended, trailing down to the concave of your chest, kissing your solar plexus. His tongue laved across your skin, circling a pert bud, before his mouth latched down and made quick work at diminishing your leftover self conscious thoughts. You were so caught up in trying not to make too much noise, you hadn't noticed the hand that came down between the apex of your thighs to swipe a thumb up the line of your clothed pussy. It made you gasp out a moan, hands flying up to slap over your mouth just a moment too late. He chuckled, seeming amused by your outburst, the vibrations making you shudder. "You can relax," Wolfwood breathed into your skin, fingers replacing his mouth, "I won't bite unless you ask me to." "You ah–already did!" A grin, cocky and wide and toothy and just so undeniably Wolfwood, was all you got in return. You didn't have any time to chastise him, considering he was pushing one leg of your sleep shorts open with his index and middle finger. Descending back down to your mouth, he smirked, running his thumb up and down the line of your aching core, his voice a low growl. "No underwear?" Tiny and meek, the little rebuttal of how these were your pajamas, of course you weren't going to wear unnecessary layers to bed died in your throat when the same fingers that coaxed open your shorts were spinning slow circles against your clit. The sound you made was airy, desperate, surprised at his forwardness and expertise with his hands He kissed you once, twice, licking into your mouth and pressing his tongue up against yours as his fingers worked you up. They dipped down, trailing through your slick, then came back up with more fervor, tight circles winding you just a bit tighter. You moaned into his mouth, absolutely certain with how fucking wet you were already, you were going to ruin these sleep shorts. There was no time to voice how tight the coil was twisting in your stomach, Wolfwood having pulled away much too fast for your liking right as you were starting to hump into his hand. He laughed down at you, sitting up and stripping your shorts from your body. "Don't look so disappointed," He mocked, shrugging the shoulders of his blazer off, "I'll give you better than that." You squealed when he grabbed your ankles and yanked you back to the edge of the bed, pushing up on your forearms to ask him exactly what he planned on doing with half of you hanging off the bed like that, but the sight of him dropping to his knees on the floor answered your question. You think, possibly in that moment, that was the first genuine and honest reaction Wolfwood had to something that wasn't annoyance. He looked like a man depraved, starved, his hungry gaze watching your face as his mouth and tongue worked up your inner thighs. He looked debauched, hair messy, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and while usually his shirt was unbuttoned up top, it trailed much further down, exposing the dark patch of hair disappearing into his tented pants. Good God. "Ain't no God here," Wolfwood verbalized, flattening his tongue and licking up your pussy, "Just me." Heavy against the bed, you fell back, the creaks and groans of the frame and mattress reminding you that you'd have to be much more quiet if you didn't want to alert your friends sleeping just on the other side. Easy enough was a farfetched thought as Wolfwood licked up the expanse of you again, arms looping under and around your legs, fingers digging into your inner thighs. He brought two fingers down, circling your clit as he tongued around your pulsing entrance, having you squeezing around nothing. "W–Wol– ah! " You squeaked when he slapped your clit, "Nick! " The depraved groan he breathed into your pussy made your stomach do flips, bringing one hand down to his hair and the other up to your mouth, biting down on the meat underneath your pinky. He was relentless, completely devoid of rhyme or reason but absolutely he knew what he was doing would drive you up the wall. His fingers and mouth changed places, the slow stretch of two fingers sliding into your dripping pussy making you keen for him. The curl of his fingers, the way he pushed and pulled just right made you see stars but it just wasn't enough. "Nick– f–fuck, please," Your begs and pleas dripped from your mouth like honey, sweet and syrupy and tantalizing. "Please, more, pleasepleaseplease–" It would be a lie to say you didn't know what your begging and pleading did to Wolfwood, it would be a lie to say you didn't see him rocking his hips up into nothing when you peered down at him devouring you whole. It would also be a lie to say that isn't exactly what you wanted, to push him to his breaking point so he would absolutely wreck you, because it was obvious he was going to take his time in teasing and toying with you. His fingers moved faster, managing to stroke a particularly spongy spot inside of you that made your back arch and your hips jump, and the fucked out noise you moaned into your hand was downright sinful. That seemed to be the desired effect, because Wolfwood was abusing that spot like a man on a mission, his tongue working in time with your clit to send you hurdling over the edge at break–neck speed. The hand you were holding to your mouth shot down, both hands gripping his hair as you rocked your hips up into his mouth and hands. It hit you like a truck, temporarily blinding you. Your hands clenched in his hair, looking for any kind of purchase to help ground you from your earth-shattering orgasm, his free hand coming up to press down into your pelvis, preventing you from squirming and bucking up too much. You whined, gasped, moaned, and pleaded too much, please stop stop too much before his mouth was pulling off of you, fingers slowing to a stop inside you. Your entire body went limp, eyes wide as you stared up at the dingy motel ceiling. You didn't know how you were ever supposed to be satisfied with your own fingers again, let alone another person. A distant chuckle snapped you back, your eyes trailing down to see Wolfwood now shirtless, working at the belt and button of his pants. "Y'look fucked," He mused, pushing his pants and underwear down at the same time, "Hope you didn't think I was done with you yet." It was a visceral effort to not stare at his cock as it bounced between his legs when he stood up straight. He was thick, and definitely longer than anything you had taken until now. You didn't have much time to gawk, considering he was hooking his arms under your legs and tossing you to lay on the bed properly without a seconds notice. He crawled up and between your thighs, coaxing your knees to hook around his hips and circle his waist while he sat back on his haunches. His thumb pressed against the base of his cock, hips slowly moving back and forth as he dragged through your slick and his spit. He hissed, his tip catching on your hole just briefly, before he went back to teasing up and down. Your drawn out whine made him grin wolfishly, but he didn't say anything. You knew he wanted you to beg. "Please, Nick," You whined, fingers gripping the crumpled sheets below you, "Please fuck me, I need you." "Fuck, you look good like this," Wolfwood sucked a breath through his teeth, thumb angling himself down to catch on your entrance once again. "So pretty, begging like a whore." The praise and degradation made you wail, as did the slow slide of every ridge and vein of his cock as he slid himself in you to the hilt. You were surrounded by him, drowning in him, every scent and sight and touch was nothing but Wolfwood and you would gladly die like this. He leaned down on his forearms, one hand coming to the center of your lower back and angling your hips up so he could drive even deeper and you swear you saw God. He started slow, only pulling out an inch and pushing back in, his lips on your neck, jaw, temple, as he slowly worked you through any potential discomfort. "F–Fucking– feels like you're in my throat," You sighed, hands coming up to claw at his shoulders. He chuckled, biting down on your pulse points. "So deep, so big. Please move, I need–" As soon as your plea graced your lips, he had pulled his cock out to the tip, then slammed back in with fervor. You cried out, only vaguely aware of the headboard slamming into the wall with equal force. You couldn't see straight, let alone think straight, with the brute force behind his thrusts. He was still taking his time devouring you, savoring you, his pace slow but deep and hard. You could swear you felt his cock tip reach your guts with every thrust, his name a mantra on your lips and your fingers scribing his shoulders and back. "So tight," Wolfwood huffed, hips bucking out of pace for a mere second, "Feels so fucking good." He was losing himself in you, emphasizing his words with harsh thrusts, his eyes rolling back into his head as he sped up. All you could do was hang onto him, desperately raising your hips in time with him in an attempt to get him further, closer deeper. He was intoxicating, the woodsy second-hand smoke emanating from him paired with his thick cock pushing you harder and harder into the bed making you drunk off of him. You couldn't string together a coherent sentence to tell him how fucking good he felt, only punched out moans and shrill cries of s'good, fuck me, harder, faster. He took them just as well, eventually folding you in on yourself. Your knees ended up over his shoulders, his arms outstretched and hands against the headboard as he fucked down into you with vicious ferocity. The constant bang of the bed frame against the wall getting faster, and you couldn't find it in yourself to be shameful if it ended up waking your companions, because you were lurching closer and closer to the edge you could taste it. "So good, you're so good, too good f'r me," Wolfwood panted in your ear, a hand coming down to grab your cheeks and crush his lips against yours in an agonizingly desperate kiss. It was deliciously wet, all tongue, spit dribbling down your chin. Another two, three, four thrusts, and you were whining into him, trying to voice I'm cumming, fuck fuck fuck I'm cumming, only to have it sinfully swallowed up in his gluttony for you and your desire. Your pussy squeezed him like a vice, trembling and quaking and milking him for everything he was worth. He pulled back panting, a sheen of sweat illuminated by the moons peering through the window. You barely got to say please cum inside by the time he was already pulling out, fisting his cock to completion. He groaned, spurts of his seed coating your pussy, stomach, and chest. "Fuck, f–hah, should've said something sooner," Wolfwood huffed, voice low and gravelly, "Would've filled you to the fuckin’ brim." You should've been ashamed that your pussy quivered at the thought. Both of you were panting, eyes half-mast, staring at each other with an equally amused and fucked-out expression. He was the first to crack, a chuckle leaving his lips as he unfolded you from your position underneath him. A swift smack to your ass made you squeak before your legs fell back to the bed, sprawling out like a starfish. He leaned over the bed, picking up an article of clothing and wiping you off with it. You quickly recognized it being the fabric of his button-up, your cheeks flushing at the thought of him walking around with everyone cum-stained tomorrow. Once you were sufficiently cleaned up, though still sticky with sweat, he tossed his shirt back to the floor and flopped down onto the bed beside you. The bed creaked and groaned under his weight, threatening to give out if there was even the slightest bit of extra exertion on it's frail frame. His arm snuck under your head, nudging you to lean into his side and cuddle up against him. Your arm slung over his torso, hand slowly sliding up and curling gently against his chest. His heart hammered in his chest, much faster than it should be by now, and when you looked up you were surprised to meet his eyes. It was quiet, and you simply watched as he processed his inner turmoil, waiting for him to come to a conclusion on what he wanted to say to you. Finally, he quietly muttered, "Will you stay with me tonight?" You beamed, watching his ears glow red at his request, simply settling for a nod. You rest your head against his chest again, slinging a leg over his thigh, eyes sliding shut for what you think was one of the best nights sleep you've had in years. The morning after, you woke to three loud consecutive knocks on the door. You groaned quietly, turning away from the noise. Four knocks now, this time harder, had you groaning just a little bit louder. You heard a sigh from beside you, then a gentle pap pap on your ass, before the weight on the bed shifted. Turning your head, you watched a still very naked Wolfwood march his way over to the door, the scratches running down his back and shoulders still angry, red and irritated. He cracked the door open, keeping the deadbolt fastened. "What?" He drawled, clearly unimpressed he was woken up from his slumber with you, "Someone better be dying." "Oh you're just as rude first thing in the morning, great," You heard Meryl, irritation dripping from her voice. She said your name briefly, trying to get another three words in before Wolfwood started closing the door. "Don't know, probably around somewhere. Be out in a bit." The sound of her cursing him from behind the door made you giggle, hands coming up to your mouth to muffle the sound. When he turned around, Wolfwood looked just as amused, plucking your clothes off the floor and tossing them to you. "That's not gonna buy you a lot of time," He chided, watching you slide your shirt over your head as he pulled his underwear and pants up his legs, "Better get going." "Yeah– I'll probably get an earful either way though," You laughed, walking over to your shoes as you put your shorts on. You were going to say something about have fun with your cum-shirt, but a hand grabbed at your hip and spun you around before you could slip your shoes on properly. You turned around, surprised by the soft kiss placed on your lips. "I don't want this to be a one time thing," Wolfwood looked away, his blazer slung over his shoulder, "If... I don't know if you–" "No, I'd like to do this again... and again and again." His ears and neck were red, making you laugh. You went to pull away, but his hand was steadfast on your hip, grip unwavering as he stared into you. You watched him inquisitively, blinking in confusion, what else needed to be said? "I did– do, I do want you, by the way." The way you looked at him must have been absolutely bewildered, incredulous, before you snorted, stifling a laugh in the back of your hand. "I think you showed me that much, Nick." He cleared his throat, taking a step back and looking away, his face a deep crimson. "R–Right, yeah– I did." You unlocked the deadbolt, then the door, twisting the knob and opening it just a crack. Looking back at him over your shoulder, you grinned, giving a little wave. "I'll see you at breakfast?" "... Yeah, see you at breakfast." And with your final goodbyes, you shuffled off to your room discreetly, getting ready for the day. It was a race against time and you won, managing to get changed in record speed and go downstairs to find Meryl and Roberto sitting across from Vash in the small diner attached to your motel. You smiled, waving, and made up some piss poor excuse about trying to find some cheap clothing stores along the market strip. You sat beside Vash, who was uncharacteristically quiet, his cheeks and ears a dark red, as opposed to their usual pale pink glow. Maybe you interrupted a sore subject. Not even a minute behind you, Wolfwood came strolling through a door, a very obvious damp patch on the front of his shirt where he had selectively scrubbed his cum out. Vash scooted over, then you, allowing room for Wolfwood to squeeze in beside you at the end. Conversation picked up as food and coffee was served, but Vash continued to stay mostly quiet, only ever piping up when addressed or spoken to. At some point you got concerned, placing a gentle hand on his metallic arm. He jumped, looking down at you, then over your shoulder, as you muttered a quiet, "Hey, what's up? You've been really quiet today." Cerulean eyes glanced back down at you as he weakly and nervously chuckled, seeming to not completely want to divulge in what was bothering him so much. You pursed your lips, giving him a knowing look. "Ahaha, w–well, I mean... last night I heard–" Wolfwood's knee jumped, hitting under the table beside you and shaking all the cups, plates, and cutlery strewn across it. Coffee was spilled, forks were lost, and audible disappointment was voiced from more than one party. "What was that, Spikey?" Wolfwood muttered through his teeth. As messes were hurriedly wiped, Wolfwood leaned back in his seat, peering over your head and glaring at the blond sitting beside you. They held eye contact, and all you could do was nervously glance between them. ".... Y'know, I was probably just imagining things!" Vash exclaimed, running a hand through his fluffy hair. "Roberto snores pretty loud!" There was some back and forth between Meryl and Roberto that seemed mostly one sided, leaving you room to heave out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. God, how embarrassing would that have been?

A hand on your thigh grabbed your attention, eyes glancing up at a very nonchalant Wolfwood that was leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Guess you still got an audience."

#nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader smut #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader smut #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun x reader #trigun stampede x reader #trigun stampede smut

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HGSN 26-2

Chapter (Japanese)

(Please hit the green thumbs up at the end of the chapter on the Japanese site to show the author some support)

Rough translation by me

(sfx: train clacking over tracks)

Yoshiki: (It'll take a little under two hours on the Tanshou Line from Kibougayama Station, huh?...)

Yoshiki: (I haven't been to the ocean since elementary school...)

Hikaru: Whoaaa!! Coooool!!

Hikaru: What's that!? There's a building that looks like a butt!

Yoshiki: You sure are carefree...

(sfx: train clacking over tracks)

Yoshiki: That reminds me...a while back...

Yoshiki: I had to go to the Mikasa family's place on an errand

(Mom: Take them this as thanks for Kaoru's yukata)

Yoshiki: So I went to the shrine

Yoshiki: Then, at the torii gate...

(sfx: BZZT)

Hikaru: Huh? Why?....

Yoshiki: Dunno...After that, I was able to go inside like normal...

Hikaru: ("Mixed up"...)

Yoshiki: *sighs* Enough about that, let's talk about something else. There's still more than an hour left to go.

Hikaru: Something else to talk about...I don't really have anything

Hikaru: Just stuff like the time when for some reason your room was so packed to the brim with the ghosts of old men that it made me laugh...

(sfx: train clacking over tracks)

Yoshiki: You're kidding me right?

(sfx: stepping on sand)

(sfx: waves)

Yoshiki: Even considering it's evening, there are really few people here...Maybe everyone's gone to the new beach instead.

Hikaru: Whoa, so cool!

Hikaru: It's HUGE! The ocean's amazing!

(sfx: waves)

Hikaru: Yaaaaay!

Hikaru: Shoes, shoes...

(sfx: waves)

Yoshiki: Hey! Come over here!

(sfx: waves)

Hikaru: The ocean's great!!

(sfx: waves)

Hikaru: Hahaha!

(sfx: waves)

Hikaru: Woo-hoo!!

(sfx: ker-splash)

(sfx: waves)

P10

Hikaru: Hah

Hikaru: Ha

(sfx: water sloshing)

(sfx: waves)

(sfx: water sloshing)

(sfx: waves)

P11

Yoshiki: Hey, your pants are gonna get wet

(sfx: waves)

Hikaru: You know, when I went into the hall, I also remembered what happened when I went into Hikaru's body

(sfx: water sloshing)

P12

Hikaru: When Hikaru was dying, he wished for things like "if only no one had to be sad" and "I don't want Yoshiki to be left alone"

Hikaru: Because I granted his wishes, things ended up this way

Yoshiki: Hikaru's...

Hikaru: ...but sorry

Hikaru: I probably won't be able to fulfill those wishes

Hikaru: I'm...going to go back to the mountain

P13

Yoshiki: ... Huh?

Hikaru: The time I attacked you recently? That was probably my true nature coming out.

Hikaru: In order to fill up the empty parts of myself, I have a desire for souls

Hikaru: It probably doesn't make sense to a human, right? I've also only just realized it myself

Hikaru: I think I was always that kind of being.

Hikaru: I've killed a lot of people too, and I might kill someone again in the future.

Hikaru: But I don't want to kill you, Yoshiki

Yoshiki: H-hold...on...a sec...! What?

P14

Hikaru: If I go back to the mountain, even if the real problem isn't solved

Hikaru: At least it'll be peaceful for the time you're alive

Yoshiki: N-no way. You can't. What have we...been searching so hard for...all this time...!

Hikaru: The monster will go away, you'll be able to accept Hikaru's death

Hikaru: And look forward, living on as a human. Happily ever after. That's for the best.

Yoshiki: You..! You want to stay, don't you!? Are you stupid!?

Yoshiki: Enough!

(sfx: splash splash)

Yoshiki: This kind of thing...isn't something you have to learn to do!!

P15

Yoshiki: Be more shameless, the way you've always been...

Hikaru: You know, Hikaru...he liked watermelon, but I like ice cream pops the best. And my favorite kind's not Gachigachi-kun but Papicco instead. I'm probably the one that likes cats.

Hikaru: And movies, too. There hasn't been a single movie I thought was boring. Hikaru hated studying, but I like it. Well, not that I'm any good at it though, haha.

P16

Yoshiki: Stop it

Yoshiki: Stop...

Hikaru: You know, I...really had a lot of fun being with you.

Hikaru: Maybe to you, I was just a replacement for Hikaru, but you gave someone like me so much. I love you, Yoshiki

Hikaru: These feelings might not be romantic and they might not be friendship. But, they're definitely my feelings.

Hikaru: Not Hikaru's, but the monster's. Mine.

P17

Yoshiki: No...

Hikaru: Yoshiki

Hikaru: Thank you for everything

Yoshiki: YOU'RE WRONG!

P18

Yoshiki: You're not a replacement for Hikaru!!!

(sfx: splash splash)

Yoshiki: I don't think of you as Hikaru anymore!

Hikaru: We don't have any other solution...so I've got no choice...

Yoshiki: You've just given up! Don't you dare push stuff like "looking forward" onto me...not now, after everything...

Yoshiki: What's so "happily ever after" about that...!?

Yoshiki: Bullshit...!!!!

P19

P20

Hikaru: Even I...

??: Even if you go back to the mountain, it won't do any good.

P21

Tanaka: 'Cause you see, 'Hikaru'-kun

P22

Tanaka: You aren't Nounuki-sama

P23

Tanaka: Thinking if you sacrifice something, something else will be saved...

Tanaka: You're under some wild misconceptions

#hikaru ga shinda natsu #the summer hikaru died #hgsn spoilers

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robininthelabyrinth · 2 years

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Would you be willing to write something about LQR and WWX bonding (maybe against at least one of their wills 😂) over them both being horrible musical cultivation geniuses / gremlins?

Prelude no. 81 in A Major - ao3

(series: Variations on WWX & LQR in Assorted Keys)

"What an interesting choice in melodies," Lan Qiren said, and Wei Wuxian startled so badly that he nearly dropped his flute.

Lan Qiren frowned slightly, but reached up to stroke his beard to cover it up. They'd had their disagreements, to be sure – he’d even thrown him out of one of the lessons on account of his shameless unorthodoxy, or perhaps more accurately Wei Wuxian had excused himself at Lan Qiren’s inadvertant encouragement – but he hadn't thought he had been so harsh on the boy in their first few classes to justify such an outsized reaction. Especially not from Wei Wuxian, who Jiang Fengmian was constantly praising as carefree and fearless, even reckless.

Of course, Wei Wuxian had been acting quite unusually these past few days...

There was a pretty self-explanatory reason for that, though.

"Teacher Lan!" Wei Wuxian exclaimed. "I wasn't expecting - I thought you'd gone to Qinghe at this time - uh, that is…"

"Important matters superseded," Lan Qiren said, omitting to mention that the 'important matter' in question was nothing more than a desire to observe Lan Wangji in the grips of what was very clearly his first real infatuation.

For a long time, Lan Qiren had believed that he wouldn’t be able to recognize it when it happened. Lan Qiren ruefully reflected that he’d completely missed it when it was his brother suffering from love, and again when his nephews had both developed an unusual fondness for Nie Mingjue’s training lessons – he’d initially thought they were just curious about the ways other sects went about their cultivation, and only realized his error after Nie Mingjue had left…there had been so much sighing…at any rate, although Lan Xichen had managed to get most of the way through his adolescence without being struck by it, Lan Wangji clearly had. The signs were rather self-evident. Longing looks, excess thoughtfulness, smiles, and from his most reticent and self-contained nephew...

No, the evidence was clear: Lan Wangji was positively sick with love for Wei Wuxian.

In all honesty, Lan Qiren was relieved.

He hadn’t thought he’d be – he’d been terrified of the day, in truth – but now that it was here, he was really, truly, genuinely relieved.

Perhaps Wei Wuxian was impertinent and insolent, arrogant and foolhardy, a terrible student who thought his genius excused him from having to learn discipline, but at least he was a proper orthodox cultivator from a Great Sect - a known quantity. He wasn't likely to tear off and start murdering people left and right. If he led Lan Wangji into trouble, it at least wouldn't be of the sort and severity that Lan Wangji’s doomed predecessor had entangled himself with. It might result in shame and embarrassment, but it wouldn’t bring him genuine harm or suffering.

No - in comparison to what it might have been?

This was fine.

Accordingly, Lan Qiren had determined with himself that he needed to improve his relationship with his prospective son-in-law immediately. After all, with cutsleeves, either one of them could choose to marry out, and Lan Qiren very much wanted Lan Wangji to remain with the Lan sect - and that meant getting Wei Wuxian to want to stay, too.

Either way, it was far more important than yet another fruitless planning session with Nie Mingjue over the growing threat of the Wen sect.

(Do not tell lies, after all...)

"Did you come up with the melody yourself?" Lan Qiren prompted, seeing that Wei Wuxian was hunting for a safe subject of conversation.

Unfortunately, however innocuous musical cultivation was, that didn't seem to be it: Wei Wuxian abruptly flushed red. Lan Qiren hadn't even known the boy knew how to blush.

"Uh, no. It's...Lan Zhan made the tune. I was just...uh..."

"You were trying to apply spiritual energy to the tune to cause certain effects," Lan Qiren said, not bothering to make it a question - it was pretty obvious what Wei Wuxian had been trying to do - while inwardly marveling at how devoted his nephew was. To compose a song for a boy you'd known hardly more than a month...! Honestly, what was wrong with his family, that they fell in love so thoroughly, so quickly? "I'm not sure what you were aiming for, but if you’re hoping to achieve an orthodox song-spell, you're going about it backwards."

"...backwards?"

"Mm. You have already chosen the purpose you are aiming towards, and you are now trying to make the spiritual energy in the song reach that purpose, are you not? It will work if the song and the purpose happen to be naturally compatible, but that is a matter of luck, not skill. So while the brute force method can work, it’s inelegant and inefficient, and I wouldn’t recommend it."

Wei Wuxian was looking at Lan Qiren, bemused. "What would you recommend instead, Teacher Lan?"

Lan Qiren thought about the snippets of the song he’d heard for a moment, stroking his beard once more in thought, then, after having contemplated it, whistled one of the livelier sections of the tune, letting it find a more natural path.

Flowers bloomed all around them.

“Songs associated with more joyous emotions are better for generation of spiritual energy,” he said, “while more melancholy ones can be grounding and settling. I wouldn’t use that particular tune as a means of calming ghosts unless you’re already familiar with them – you would need an already preexisting connection of friendship at the bare minimum before a love song would work as a lullaby.”

Wei Wuxian was staring at the flowers.

“It’s just an example,” Lan Qiren said, nodding at them. “As the person guiding the song, there are many options for what you could seek to achieve with it – for instance, you were seeking to use it as the basis of a summoning, weren’t you?”

“Well, yes…”

Lan Qiren whistled again, this time a different part of the song. Rabbits emerged from the bush around them, drawn in by the siren sound of the song and smell of fresh growth.

“The song is full of life, so it’s better for living creatures,” he said, and noted belatedly that he’d slipped into lecturing, which he hadn’t intended on. “Ah…at any rate, if you truly wish to use this particular song in night-hunting, I would recommend you use it for mo or yao, or for something originating in a place that is familiar with you, friendly to you – something in the Lotus Pier, in your case.”

Wei Wuxian was staring at him now.

Lan Qiren frowned at him. “What is it? I already know you’re familiar with the different between types of evil creatures, you demonstrated that quite well in class…”

“No, no, it’s not that!” Wei Wuxian said quickly, recovering. “I wasn’t aware that Teacher Lan was – actually, no, now that I think about it, it’s pretty obvious. Uh. It’s only, see, I was trying to do something a little…different with it – I don’t think Teacher Lan would approve –”

Ah, of course.

Lan Qiren sighed. “Is this your idea of manipulating resentful energy again? The song is completely inappropriate for that.”

Wei Wuxian stared at him, bug-eyed.

“Putting aside the issues with the idea, both ethical and practical, as I explained, a song composed with love will best resonate with creatures that have love as well, ideally love for you,” Lan Qiren explained, deciding to focus on the music because otherwise he’d just get angry and start shouting again, and that would be contrary to his goal of making nice. “Do you want to accidentally summon your ancestors from their graves?”

“But what if I use the res- the spiritual energy to emphasize the upbeat parts of the song, which are more generalized and generic in nature?” Wei Wuxian asked, and it was actually a good question, well within the bounds of orthodox experimentation. What a relief!

“Then you’ll end up summoning a mob of amorous ghosts,” Lan Qiren said, then grimaced. “I wouldn’t recommend it.”

“…wait. Are you saying that actually happened to someone?” Wei Wuxian peered up at Lan Qiren. “Not – not to you, Teacher Lan?”

Lao Nie had once asked Lan Qiren to play a particular song while they were night-hunting, omitting to mention that it was a romantic song popular in brothels; Lan Qiren, not being the sort of person to frequent such places, had not realized that he merely wanted background music and had thought that he’d meant for him to utilize the song as a weapon. He had added spiritual energy accordingly, thinking that it was some song-spell he was unfamiliar with, but game to try.

The effects had been…not quite what he would have wanted.

In fact, if Lan Qiren recalled correctly, the only person who had laughed harder at the end result than Lao Nie had been –

“Your mother nearly got her head bitten off by a jiangshi because she was laughing too hard to lift her sword,” Lan Qiren said, then added, dryly, “You should endeavor not to follow her example if you are planning on using a dizi as your primary weapon. A sword can be used while laughing; a flute cannot.”

“I…would…bring both – wait, Teacher Lan, you night-hunted with my mother?”

“On rare occasions.” Now would be a good time to strike, Lan Qiren thought. “Come to me after classes tomorrow. If you are interested in improving your understanding of how spiritual energy interacts with musical composition, I have some texts that may be of interest to you.”

Wei Wuxian blinked, and then smiled lopsidedly, almost as if he were laughing at himself, then turned and grinned at Lan Qiren. “Absolutely, Teacher Lan! You bet!”

Satisfied, Lan Qiren inclined his head and turned to go.

“Oh, Teacher Lan, one more thing!”

Lan Qiren paused and turned back, looking at Wei Wuxian in silent question.

Wei Wuxian had on a rather deliberate appearance of being casual. “This is probably a weird question,” he said, “but it’s just something I’m curious to get your thoughts on. If you were to find a – let’s say, an item with considerable amounts of resentful energy, something that had been refined into a spiritual tool of great power. What would you do with it, assuming if you wanted to use it?”

“Full of resentful energy? That would be demonic cultivation,” Lan Qiren said, a little puzzled – not to mention annoyed at the subject coming up again. But then again, he supposed that such things had their place in most sect’s treasuries, even if they didn’t especially like to admit to it; the demonic cultivators of the past were uniformly insane, bloodthirsty monsters that had defaced tombs and used the blood of other cultivators to strengthen themselves and their tools, but the orthodox world often played games with whether their tools were as forbidden as the practice itself. Anyway, he supposed it was a good sign of trust that Wei Wuxian was asking, and he was trying to build a relationship with Wei Wuxian. “I assume that you would have already sought to liberate the guai?”

“The – guai – huh, yeah, I guess it would be a guai in some ways. Just without intelligence.”

“Are you entirely sure about that?” Lan Qiren asked dryly. “Guai made from objects tend to have intelligence in ways we don’t anticipate or recognize as intelligence. In the same way, a beast yao has discernable desires because beasts are similar to men, whereas a plant yao often act in ways that seem completely inexplicable to us. If the item in question were originally a rock, who is to say that we would understand how a rock thinks well enough to identify if it has intelligence or not?”

Wei Wuxian wrinkled his nose, thinking it over.

“First, seek to liberate the guai, or at least suppress it,” Lan Qiren said, easily falling back into pedagogy. “Depending on the type of guai, there are different songs that can be used. After that, if you really wish to use the item, there are arrays and talisman that get used for containing and guiding resentful energy – for instance, the Nie sect is well known for their expertise in this regard.”

“Because of their sabers?” Wei Wuxian blurted out, then looked horrified at himself.

Had Jiang Fengmian really told his ward such a secret? Lan Qiren thought to himself with irritation. He should know better; such a thing was meant to be limited to the sect leaders of the Great Sects alone – but then, Lan Qiren had never had a very high opinion of his fellow sect leader to begin with, so he supposed there was no reason to be disappointed.

“In part,” he said neutrally. “The Nie are also descended from butchers, a unclean profession. They have any number of ancestral inheritances that have become soaked in resentful energy over the decades, which they cannot eradicate and have instead opted to use. The current Nie sect leader, Chifeng-zun, is not inclined to use those things, so you wouldn’t have seen them, but the former sect leader, his father, was a little more liberal, so I have.”

Lan Qiren didn’t want to encourage Wei Wuxian’s obscene interest in demonic cultivation. But he did want his nephew to stay at the Cloud Recesses, rather desperately…

“I can write some examples up for you to review, if you like,” he offered begrudgingly. “Provided you promise to only experiment with them in my presence.”

Wei Wuxian was gaping at him, seemingly completely disbelieving. “…Teacher Lan would allow me to?”

Lan Wangji staying in the Cloud Recesses. Remember your goal.

“We shall see,” Lan Qiren said. “We would need to discuss the ethics involved first, and make a determination that it is acceptable, but I’m sure we can find a way to agree on that…I’ll be going now. If you happen to see my second nephew before I do, tell him I wish to speak with him.”

It was probably too late to cure or dissuade Lan Wangji from his love, if he’d reached the level of composing love songs, but at minimum Lan Qiren could encourage him to keep Wei Wuxian focused on…better things. Things like musical cultivation, for example, and not near-demonic cultivation. Well, as things went, even such a strange interest was still better than his brother’s disaster of a love, Lan Qiren reflected. He ought to count himself as fortunate – imagine if Wei Wuxian were not still so young and in a safe environment, and the war they were all expecting came to pass. That curiosity of his could get him into real trouble!

#mdzs #lan qiren #wei wuxian #my fic #my fics #variations #time travel where the POV character doesn't know #my not-so-secret favorite trope #posting this early on account of a very busy rest of the morning

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jojo-hut-jrs · 2 years

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can we have 32 for Zucchero? 👉👈

-umi

I should clarify that if you want these to go in any specific direction or tone or theme or whatever you should probably specify otherwise I will just fuck around with whatever comes to mind and I don’t want to disappoint

Mario Zucchero x Reader

32. “Can I sleep here, just for tonight."

You had known about Zuccheros “reputation” among your shared circle of mutual acquaintances and coworkers, but you had always considered their remarks on his worser habits to be gross exaggeration at best.

That was, until you came home from work to find him half asleep on your couch.

How he managed to get in without unlocking the door or breaking the windows wasn’t a mystery, the only questions you had for him, after gracelessly shaking him awake, were why the hell he had decided to be there in the first place.

To say he was shameless and forthcoming about being kicked out of the last place he was crashing at would be calling it pathetic, but not so much so as the garbage bag of clothing and sparse personal items he pulled out of nowhere to emphasize his point. It was hard to sympathize with him considering you knew he wasn’t a victim of circumstance, just an individual who never could seem to learn the difference between “carefree” and “careless”.

“Can I sleep here, just for tonight?” His smile his big and put on, almost like a child being told to smile for a school picture day. “I’ll be out of here in the morning, I just needed somewhere safe to be so I came here first.”

His tone is lighter and more fluid than it usually is, he’s trying to keep the mood agreeable enough so that you’ll let him stay.

In any other state of mind you would have at least argued this point a little, drawn question to why exactly he was kicked out and what he means by “safe”, but your tired and you’re really wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt and so you agree without thinking of the consequences.

He seems far too relieved to hear it, his voice dropping lax back into the bottom of his throat. There’s a bruise on his cheek that’s beginning to darken, but it’s lost in the creases of the genuine smile he now wears.

“See, that’s why you’re my best friend,” he tell you as you walk off towards your bedroom, “you’re hospitable and understanding, I knew I may the right choice coming here.”

You hum lightly in acknowledgement as you trail off to fetch a spare pillow and a blanket from your bed. He’s looks almost completely asleep when you return with them, and it’s only when the hall light catches his face do you see how exhausted and disheveled he is.

You shake him awake and he snaps to attention instantly, a sheen to his eye catching in the light as he focuses on you with an intensity you’ve never seen before before he blinks it away in an instant.

“Why don’t you take a shower and then take my bed for the night,” you let the pillow and blanket fall to the floor with a soft thud, “I’ll take the couch.”

The look of confusion on his face is bemused, like he doesn’t believe it but doesn’t want to question you on it either.

“You sure about that? If I start getting too comfy I might just make myself at home.”

“Unless you’d rather share, I’m fine with just taking the couch.”

Instantly his expression flips into something bordering embarrassment.

“I, uh-“ he stutters through a remark as you usher him from his place, “I don’t- uh, I don’t know if I really…”

He looks like he has a retort hiding somewhere in his facade, but your remark was too sudden for him to come prepared. Without letting him finish you gently push him towards the direction of your bedroom and lay yourself down on the couch while his mouth flops open and closed like a fish.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Zucchero,” you mumble into your pillow, almost falling asleep instantly yourself so that you barely hear a soft “ok” in response.

#mario zucchero #jjba zucchero #jojos bizarre adventure vento aureo #jojos bizarre adventure golden wind #zucchero x reader #Mario zucchero x reader #shittys jojo writing

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@magicveiled sent [ COVER ]: sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight. + "Hey, Have we met before? I'm Michael…your future husband" // from michael @ bo lol srry he's a shameless flirt 💀

Both the fae she's hunting and Michael come out of nowhere. She grunts as her body is hit with another, nearly stumbling to the floor but regaining her balance with ease.

Michael had saved her from a fae with some pretty nasty claws. It doesn't seem to get him either by the looks of it. Good. She can heal just fine, she's not so sure about him.

Amusement fills her brown eyes when he speaks. He seems so carefree, as if the fae in the room is the least of his worries. If he's not careful, that fae will kill him.

Her? Maybe not so much.

"Is that so, Michael? Well, if you have any intentions of being my husband, you have to know - I don't do monogamy." With a gentle shove to shove him to the side, the blade that had been in her hand gets shoved into the fae. "And, I'm no damsel in distress."

#it's okay she's a succubus so ajkskjsj flirting is her thing #magicveiled #pls feel free to reply!#i'm thriving i never get to write her

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americasass91 · 3 years

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I Hate You More

Hello lovelies! This lovely little fic is for one of my favorite times of year! The Shameless Hoes for Chris challenge! It’s hosted by some amazing ladies. @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 It’s for their birthdays! So happy birthday ladies! (I know they are already passed but happy birthday anyway!)

This year for the challenge you had to spin some wheels and create a story out of it! Which i think is fucking cool! What an awesome idea for a challenge! Not knowing what you could get?? The suspense!

Alas, my hoe goddesses must have been looking down on me when i spun the wheels. Here’s what I got!

I know what you’re thinking, there’s only one bed??? That happens to be one of my favorite tropes to read and I’ve never written it before! And then throw Steve in there? Count me the fuck in! Without any further ado, here’s my contribution! Enjoy! (Also, i’m not shocked i’m posting this on the last day it’s due!)

**DISCLAIMER, If you’re under 18, just don’t. This story is not for you, so kindly fuck off! Thanks!**

Words: 3.9k

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Language, Smut, Unprotected Sex, p in v

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“Oh my god you are so insufferable!!” You all but yelled at the Captain.

“I’m insufferable?? At least I didn’t just almost blow the whole goddamn mission!”

You put the key in the lock of the motel door and spin around to face Steve. “LANGUAGE” you say in the most childish, mocking way you can manage. All it earned you was an eye roll. You turn back around and continue unlocking the door. “And for the record, I didn’t almost blow the mission! In fact, I believe I saved it.”

You yank the door open and march inside, intending to get as far away from Steve as possible. You come to a sudden stop when you can’t help but notice the small room.

“Saved it? Are you out of your fucki-” He runs right into you. “Why did you just stop walking, what is your problem?”

You look behind you and point to the middle of the room. Steve follows your gaze and lets out a noise of annoyance when he sees the single, small, double bed.

You quickly look around for a small couch. There was none. There weren’t even any chairs at the small table. And the floor looked too questionable to sleep on. “I’m going to fucking kill Stark. That rich son of a bitch couldn’t afford another room or at least a room with 2 beds?”

Steve pushes you out of his way and goes to the right side of the bed. “Might as well make the best of it Y/N. This was the only room and the only place to stay for miles.” He starts unpacking his bag, pulling out his pajamas and toiletries. He stalks off to the bathroom and turns around to face you. “Look, I don’t want to be in this situation any more than you do but it looks like we’re stuck. So, get over it.” With that he slams the bathroom door shut.

You run over to the bed and grab a pillow off of it and press it against your face and scream as loud as you can. God what an asshole.

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Ever since you started working as an agent with the Avengers, you and Steve have had it out for each other.

You couldn’t stand his goody two shoes nature and he hated your carefree personality. You guys were constantly down each other’s throats. So much so that Tony made you two participate in team bonding exercises. Those only lasted 2 days before Steve threw a conniption fit and refused to participate in them.

Honestly, you don’t even know where it all went wrong. You went in with every intention of being friendly with everyone. Hell, even you and Bucky got along. But there was just something about Steve that really got under your skin and you guys have been bickering since day one.

Nat thinks it’s because you’re in love with each other and don’t want to admit feelings. You always roll your eyes at her and scoff. Steve always looks like he’s going to puke when she says that. There’s just no way he has any good feelings towards you.

But, if you’re being completely honest with yourself? In the deepest, darkest corners of your mind, you did have these thoughts. Thoughts you would only allow yourself to think late at night when you were completely alone.

Those thoughts that had you burying your fingers into your cunt and bringing yourself to orgasm at the thought of the insufferable prick in the bathroom.

Because all you really wanted at the end of the day was for him to dick. You. Down.

You just wanted him to take all of his frustrations out on your body. Use you as his own personal fuckdoll. Have him shove his cock so deep inside of you, the only thought you have left is his name.

But you knew that would never happen. Not only were you sure he found you repulsive, but you were pretty sure he didn’t have sex.

At least, not that you’ve been aware of. Sure he’s been on some dates here and there. But you’ve never seen one of his dates leave his room the next morning. You should know, you live on the same floor.

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As you’re shaking the thoughts from your head, the bathroom door swings open. You look up and have to swallow the tiny whimper that builds in your throat.

Steve comes out of the bathroom, still damp, with his loose gray pajama pants hanging low on his hips. Holy shit, they weren’t leaving much to the imagination. They also weren’t helping the growing wetness in your panties. Stupid…sexy…blonde…asshole.

He pulls back the covers on his side and looks up at you. “You just going to stand there with that dumb look on your face, or are you going to take a shower?”

That snaps you out of your thoughts. You roll your eyes and grab your pajamas and toiletries out of your bag. “Sorry, I was just thinking about how I saved our asses on this mission.” Before he has time to retort, you slam the bathroom door shut.

After a very long, hot shower, (where you may or may not have brought yourself to orgasm at the thought of the blue-eyed asshole outside) you emerge from the bathroom and find Steve laying down in bed, staring at his compass that you know has Peggy’s picture in it. You honestly feel bad for him. How horrible that must have been? He finally found the love of his life and then he got frozen for 70 years. You can’t even imagine that.

He quickly shuts the compass after he realizes you're out of the bathroom and puts it on his bedside table. He watches you as you walk around to get in on the other side of the bed. “About time, thought you might have drowned in there.”

You roll your eyes as you turn and face away from him. “Like you would’ve cared if I did.”

He doesn’t even dignify that with a response and turns off the lamp on his side. “Whatever. Goodnight Agent Y/L/N.”

You reach over and turn your lamp off as well. “Goodnight, Captain.”

After a few minutes of silence, you realize you’re not at all comfortable. You aren’t pressed right up against him, but any closer and you would be. It was doing absolutely nothing but ruining your panties. God, he smelled good. And he was so warm. You bet it feels incredible to be under hi-. No! You have to stop thinking these things. It really wasn’t good for your mental health.

You carefully turn around so that you’re facing him. You realize he’s facing you as well but his eyes are shut. He must be sleeping already. After quickly getting comfy, you close your eyes and attempt to sleep.

But you’re having a difficult time. You can feel every exhale of his fan across your face. Jesus, even his breath smelled good. God you were pathetic. You really needed to get laid to get him out of your system. Not like that was going to happen anytime soon.

Realizing you were never going to get any sleep with these thoughts, you try to quiet your mind. Easier said than done of course. You start thinking of Bruce’s last lecture. God love him, but did he know how to put you to sleep with quantum shit. Just as you start thinking of another lecture, you get this odd feeling. Almost like someone is watching you.

You pop your eyes open and meet the Captain’s irritated ocean ones looking back at you.

“God, I can practically hear you thinking! And what’s with your heart rate? What’s got you so on edge? What could possibly be affecting you that much? I mean, it can’t be the screwed up mission since you don’t think you did anything wrong. Are you afraid we’re going to get attacked here or something?”

You shake your head. “No, I know we’re safe. It’s probably just the adrenaline from the mission that I saved.”

Que another eye roll from Steve. “Yeah, sure you did. And the mission ended almost 3 hours ago now. We’d been on the road for awhile, which you were asleep for most of. So it can’t be the adrenaline. And it’s just you and me in this bed,” you see the realization dawn on his face, “unless I’m the one making your heart race? Does being this close to me make you nervous Y/N?”

“In your dreams, Rogers.” You quickly turn away so you don’t have his eyes boring into you.

You hear him let out a quiet chuckle. Next thing you know he’s moving until he’s pressed right up against you. He places his left hand on your hip and slowly gives it a squeeze. The moan that leaves your lips is totally involuntary. So is the slight arch your back makes. He lets out a small grunt as your ass bumps against his very prominent erection. He then leans in and whispers, “What was that noise? Sounded like a moan to me.” As he starts grinding against your ass. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you want me to fuck you. Is that what you want, Y/L/N?”

Holy shit. YES. It’s all you want. Just for him to-

Wait.

He hates you. He has to be teasing you so he can make fun of you later. You weren’t going to give him that satisfaction. Nope.

You quickly turn back around and push him a little away from you. “Keep talking like that Rogers and you’re going to make me throw up. Have you ever even had sex before?”

The look you see before he launches himself at you is murderous. You don’t even have time to react before he has you caged underneath him. Your hands are pinned next to your head by his hands. His hips are pressed against you to keep you from moving, making his hard on press right against your core.

He smirks down at you. “Oh, I’ve had sex. Done things that would probably even make you blush.”

You still aren’t going to give into him that easily. You roll your eyes. “Like what? Had sex in a position other than missionary? Which just happens to be the most boring position so it’s probably your favorite. You also look like a 2 pump chump. Do you even know what that is? Okay. Let me explain. It’s when-”

You’re abruptly cut off when Steve presses his lips against yours harshly. He doesn’t even ask for permission before he’s sticking his tongue down your throat and biting your bottom lip.

It takes you a minute but you quickly kiss back and try to move your hips against his for some much needed friction.

He pulls back after literally kissing your breath away and presses his forehead against yours. “Will you for once in your life, shut the fuck up?”

You’d do anything he’d tell you if he kissed you like that again.

He gets a serious look on his face. “Seriously, Y/N. Do you want this or not?”

This is it. You could tell him yes and then he’ll know you at least don’t hate him entirely.

Or, you could turn him down and keep your charade up.

It’s a no brainer.

You lift your head up to connect your lips at the same time you wrap your legs around his waist.

He lets out a beautiful moan into your mouth, grinding down against you. He let’s go of your hands. You immediately thread both hands through his hair and give it a tug. Another beautiful moan falls from his lips. He moves his lips down to your neck and takes a few seconds to find your weak spot. It doesn’t take him long. As soon as his lips touch the spot just below your ear, you shiver. He smirks against your neck. “Yeah? You like that, babygirl?”

Oh fuck. If he’s going to call you that during this, you’re not going to survive it.

You just whimper and push up against his hips with more force. You take your left hand and move it down his side and start trying to lower his pajama pants. He sits up on his knees and waves his finger at you.

“Nuh-uh. Gotta get you ready first before Lil Cap comes out.” He starts removing your shirt as a laugh bubbles up in your chest. He gets your shirt off and looks at you in confusion. “Something funny, Y/L/N?”

You nod your head towards his dick. “Do you really call him Lil Cap? That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard! I can’t eve-“

Now he interrupts you by shoving his left middle and index fingers into your mouth. “Apparently you didn’t understand about shutting the fuck up. So why don’t you put your mouth to use and suck my fingers while I get you ready?”

Not wanting to piss him off so much that he stops, you obey. “Good girl.” Your pussy pulses around nothing.

He moves his right hand across your breasts, making sure to give each one a good squeeze. He then leans down and takes your left nipple into his mouth, causing you to arch up. He moves his right hand to your other nipple and starts gently squeezing it. This is not good. Your nipples are very sensitive. You start whimpering around his fingers. He removes his lips from you and looks into your eyes. “What’s wrong, babygirl? Extra sensitive?”

He then starts moving his right hand down your body as his lips connect to your right nipple. You can already feel an orgasm building. You could cum from just this stimulation alone.

His hand makes contact with your shorts. He’s quick to pull them and your ruined panties down enough that he can make contact with your neglected cunt, letting out a sinful moan as he makes contact with your wetness. He lifts off your nipple with a pop. “You’re so wet, babygirl. Is that all for me? Does your Captain make you this wet?” He says as he’s circling your clit.

Jesus Christ you are right on the edge. Just a little bit more pressure and- it’s gone. The feeling is gone. You open your eyes to see Steve glaring down at you. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth. “I asked you a question, Y/L/N. Are you already too cockdrunk to answer? Pathetic. My cock isn’t even out yet.” With that he smacks your pussy, sending you spiraling into an orgasm.

You scream out his name and he watches with wide eyes and a slacked jaw as you quickly circle your clit to make it last a little longer.

After a few seconds, you slow your hand down and look up at him. “What’s wrong Rogers? Never made a girl cum before?”

That makes him snap his jaw shut and smirk at you. He starts pulling your shorts off the rest of the way, throwing them somewhere behind him once he succeeds. He then lowers his pants just enough that his cock springs free.

Oh.

Shit.

How was that going to fit? Was it that big before the serum?

You must be staring at him with a scared look because his cocky smirk drops. He rubs his hands up and down your thighs. “Hey, Y/N, look at me. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

He starts to pull his pants back up when you don’t answer him right away. The movement makes you snap out of the trance you seem to be in. You place your left hand on his arm. “No! Please.” He stops his movements. “I want to, it’s just that, you’re so big Steve.”

Well, there’s that cocky smirk again. “Yeah, I know. But we can start slow, make sure you’re nice and comfy before I fuck you into the mattress.”

That made a fresh wave of arousal leak out of you.

Still on his knees, he leans over you and places his left hand on the mattress next to your head. He grabs the base of his cock with his right hand and starts rubbing the tip up and down your wet center. With every swipe up he smacks the tip against your clit, causing you to squirm. You grab onto his hips, trying to push him into you. “Steve, please! Need you.”

“Oh, I really like the sound of you begging while you’re underneath me babygirl.” He catches his tip at your entrance. He leans down and just barely brushes his lips against your weak spot. “I think I’d like to hear some more.”

You weren’t above begging. “Fuck! Please, Steve! Please! I need it. Need you, so bad! Please, fuck me.”

He pushes in just a little, but not nearly enough. He then moves his right hand from his cock and up to your left nipple, gently tugging it. All the while lightly biting and kissing at your neck.

That’s it. “Oh my god, Steve! What the fuck are you waiting for? A rainy fucking day? Would you like me to come back tomorrow? I mean jesus Chris-Oooof!”

He slams all the way inside of you in one thrust. You’re feeling so many things at once. Pleasure, pain, being too full but at the same time never wanting to go without this feeling again.

He smirks down at you. “What? Nothing else to say? Is this all I’ve had to do this whole time to get you to shut up? Stuff you with my cock? Had I known that, I would've done this ages ago.”

And that’s all the time you get to adjust before he starts, as promised, fucking you into the mattress.

His hips are moving so fast that there is no way you can keep up. You try but give up quickly and wrap your legs higher around his waist and wrap your arms around his neck and hang on.

The grunts and groans coming from him are just making you wetter, if that were possible. He feels amazing. Stretching you out so good.

“Fuck. I hate how fucking good you feel.”

It’s your turn to smirk up at him. “Yeah? Well, I hate how good your big cock feels”

He returns your smirk. “Well, I hate how wet you get for me.”

Your smirk turns into a glare. “I hate you.”

He stops and raises up on his knees and throws your left leg over his shoulder. He leans down and pulls you in for a bruising kiss. “I hate you more.” With that, he picks up his brutal pace again. He raises back up on his knees and wraps his arms around the leg over his shoulder.

The only sounds you can hear in the room for the next few minutes is your embarrassingly wet pussy and skin slapping against skin. It only makes your orgasm build.

“Fuck, gonna cum for me Y/N? Be a good girl for once?”

There is no way you can give him a coherent response. You instead moan out his name and grab onto your breasts and start giving your nipples attention.

“Fuck, what a gorgeous sight. You underneath me playing with your tits while you're stuffed with my cock. Ah, fuck! Gonna cum. Your pussy feels too damn good. Can I cum inside you?”

You’ve never nodded your head quicker. “Please! Fill me up, Steve. Need it!”

He removes his left arm from around your leg and moves it down until he’s circling your clit in time with his thrusts. “Need you to cum with me, babygirl. Need to feel you choke my cock.”

With just a few more thrusts of his hips and a bit more pressure on your clit, you fall over the edge.

You scream his name as you feel your walls pulse around his cock. You barely hear him groan out your name as his hips falter as he shoots his load deep inside of you.

Taking deep breaths, you slowly open your eyes and gaze up at him. He removes your leg from his shoulder and wraps it back around his waist and leans down for a kiss.

After a few moments he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. “Wow.” Is all he can say. He’s never cum so hard before. This is easily the best sex he’s ever had.

For you too. But still, you can’t help the words that come out of your mouth.

You run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Yeah, wow. That sucked.”

He lifts his head and you can’t help but burst out laughing at his expression. He thought you were serious. But he quickly catches on that you were teasing. He gently pinches your side. “You’re going to pay for that, Y/N.”

He slowly pulls out of you and drops onto your side of the bed on his back. You instantly feel his spend starting to trickle out of you.

You start to sit up, but a hand on your arm stops you. “Where you going?” Steve asks in a sleepy, fucked-out voice.

You pat his arm and move to the edge of the bed. “I have to go, uh, clean up a little. I’ll be right back.” He nods and places his hand on his chest and shuts his eyes.

Not sure if you can walk, you stand to test how wobbly your legs are. You fall but quickly catch yourself on the bedside table.

Steve cracks an eye open and laughs at you. “What’s wrong, Y/L/N? Having a little trouble walking?”

You manage to make yourself upright and slowly stumble towards the bathroom while flipping Steve the bird.

You hear him cackling as you shut the bathroom door.

After peeing and cleaning yourself up, you head back out to find Steve now under the covers and almost asleep. Right before you get to the bed, you step on something. You look down and see Steve’s compass lying on the carpet. You must’ve accidentally knocked it off when you fell into the nightstand.

You bend down to pick it up and realize it’s opened. Knowing it’s a personal item that he doesn’t let anybody touch, you go to quickly close it. But the picture inside catches your eye. It’s not Peggy in the compass.

It’s you.

It’s the picture you’re made to take on your first day of training as an Agent.

Your heart skips a beat. Did this mean that Steve loved you?

His movement has you quickly snapping it closed and quietly placing it back on the bedside table.

He opens his eyes and raises the covers and gestures for you to get in.

You smile and gladly accept his invitation.

After getting situated, you’re laying with your face pressed up against the crook of his neck with your hands against his chest. He has his arms wrapped around your waist, rubbing his hands up and down your back. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You smile against his neck. “Goodnight, Steve.”

A few seconds later, you hear him barely above a whisper. “I hate you.”

Pressing a kiss against his neck you whisper back , “I hate you more.”

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have.

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request.

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were.

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence.

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse.

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen.

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone.

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through.

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen…

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to.

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing.

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours.

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss.

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then.

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him.

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud.

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears.

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention.

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer.

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

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lovehotelreservation · 3 years

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Fantasy

Summary: It has been the greatest honor to be selected as the official cosplayer at your favorite gacha game’s fan festival event.

But what pleasure could compare to having your fellow cosplay colleagues have their way with you? [Cosplayer AU]

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Makoto/F!Reader/Sousuke/Natsuya

THE LEVELS OF ON BRAND™ THIS ONE-SHOT IS I S2G

I’VE BEEN SITTING ON THIS PIECE FOR A WHILE NOW AND NOW I OFFER IT TO U ALL

ANYWAY MAKE US FREE NA SPLASH-- ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

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Another year meant another summer of pinning your hair beneath a blonde bob wig and twirling around in a pink dress that required countless hours to recreate.

But it was because of your efforts of investing your all into faithfully bringing to life the character design of Djeeta that the organizers of Granblue Fantasy Festival reached out to have you as the official cosplayer to work the event. Appearing on mainstage to enthrall awaiting fans, assisting with the presentation of prizes during the various games planned for the attending seiyuu, walking the floor to pose for pictures by enthusiastic players--you were honored by this opportunity, one that you looked forward to year after year with each invitation.

The trek across Japan to attend GBF Fes during its tour also meant reunions with the other official cosplayers, some of whom you have bonded and befriended even beyond the event itself.

Such was the case with the three who portrayed Lobelia, Aglovale and Belial: Natsuya Kirishima, Makoto Tachibana, and Sousuke Yamazaki.

Besides being profound cosplayers who found their claim to fame from their GBF cosplays, the trio were known to even sound practically identical to their respective characters.

Though spirited and ever eager, Natsuya certainly wasn’t a shameless guro-addict like the twisted Lobelia. By contrast, Makoto was far too much of a big precious teddy bear to be arrogant like the regal Aglovale. Last of all, the aloof Sousuke only shared the common trait of being tall, dark, and handsome with the lasciviously depraved Belial.

It was always a wonderful time with the three, from your reunions just days before the event, spending the weekend indulging in your favorite mobile game, to hanging out for carefree fun before the eventual but dreaded goodbye.

But by Makoto’s suggestion for you all to hit up the newly opened Super Nintendo World after the Osaka run of GBF Fes, you expected for your parting to end on a higher note this time around at least.

Especially since, upon the conclusion of the second day of GBF Fes, it was Natsuya insisting you all hop into a taxi and celebrate with dinner at a karaoke joint along Dotonbori’s canal upon the return to your hotel located by the massive INTEX Osaka convention center space.

However, what you didn’t expect was for the evening to go about as it did.

Hues of soft pink, blue, and purple mood lighting that contrasted the sharp gleams within hazy irises of red, green, and teal.

Moody synths of 80s city pop accompanying lyrics yearning love and desire were muffled to your ears, the breathy huffs of sweet whines and low groans a much more distinct sound.

A blushing heat coursed through the entirety of your body, stoked even further by lips chilled by ice cold beer kissing your skin.

The hotly murmured question of “Say Captain, which one of us do you like most?” from Natsuya had yet to receive a verbal answer, of which you conveyed through a different, more physical kind of reciprocation to all three.

You had inklings of how this weekend was going to turn out, but surely not like this.

While setting out for Osaka, you ran into Natsuya while settling in for your bullet train ride from Tokyo. It was a delight to already see his handsome grin once again, making you all the more excited to reunite with the others. As it had been a long morning, you found yourself dozing off while you both caught up with one another. With your mind drifted to a weekend of cosplay fun and amusement park thrills, you weren’t aware that he snapped a photo of him beaming at his phone camera with a peace sign while proudly displaying your head resting on his shoulder during the train ride over, texting the picture over to Makoto and Sousuke.

A frazzled kaomoji from Makoto while Sousuke left the response on read.

Then, during the afternoon for the first day of GBF Fes, you had some issues with zipping up the back of your idol Djeeta cosplay. Thankfully, Makoto was in the next stall over in the private dressing room for official cosplayers and was prompt to help you out once he finished buttoning up his coat for Aglovale’s House of Wales attire.

You were about to head out to the mainstage when you heard Makoto’s flustered squawk of your name upon his realization that your skirt was lifted after having gotten bunched up somehow while you were trying to fix your zipper on your own. Given that time demanded your immediate presence to the stage, you weren’t as alarmed by the sudden presence of Natsuya and Sousuke upon their return from making their rounds through the main event floor in their cosplays.

But they were rather taken by the sight of your skirt’s hem being hastily tugged by Makoto’s fingers.

Though, you could see why things came to a head earlier today when you--now in Djeeta’s iconic skyfarer dress--and Sousuke joined each other on stage. As “Parade’s Lust” blared from the speakers, the audience watched as he knocked away your sword before embracing you from behind, his grinning lips planting onto your cheek while his large hands caressed your waist.

”Oi, oi, when did you have the time to practice that?!” Natsuya jeered with a raised brow and a smirk as the two of you made your way backstage.

Makoto was rendered too speechless to say anything.

Sousuke, whose hand still held yours from when he helped you step down from the main stage, merely shrugged with nonchalance, of which was betrayed by the hint of a smug grin sliding onto his lips. “We just did what felt natural.”

And surely, while the effects of liquor of the sweetest and hardest varieties were well underway, this moment shared with these three--unexpected as it was--felt seamless in its transition from a night of merriment to an evening of withheld desire spilling forth.

As clothes were either tugged away just enough for a bit of freedom or exposure, or discarded entirely, you found yourself at the center of Natsuya’s, Makoto’s, and Sousuke’s affections, easily caught beneath the loom of their towering physiques

Natsuya was no sadist compared to his cosplay counterpart, but he didn’t refrain from affectionately nipping at your neck while enjoying the cute yelps you let out whenever his hand freely spanked your ass. He was no brute, but when he had his fingers tightly weaved in your hair, he didn’t hold back from fucking your mouth, all while he slurred out praises of how much of a good girl you were.

While he came from a humble upbringing back in the sleepy town of Iwatobi, Makoto made you feel like royalty while he happily knelt before where you sat as his tongue lapped against your core, dragging along your folds and twirling around your clit. When he had you sit on his lap--a proper throne for you, as he gasped desperately upon his dick entering you fully--, he cradled and massaged your breasts from behind as he had you ride him

And while every messy kiss shared with Sousuke felt like love--which it did, inebriation and all--, the way he spoke to and handled you was absolute and utter filth. His big and muscular arms hooked beneath your thighs, keeping them raised up while his hands stayed clasped behind your head, the sight of his thick cock ramming up into your ass to be seen fully by Makoto and Natsuya.

“Is this what you enjoy? Having other guys watch you get fucked in the ass like the cockslut that you are?” Sousuke grunted huskily, a harsh flush of red spread across his cheeks.

You squealed your desire for more as he continued to not relent in the slightest with the vicious rate he was thrusting into you.

Sousuke eyed Natsuya and Makoto, the look in his eyes as urgent as it was arrogant. “Captain’s needy.”

”Then leave it to me to satisfy Captain’s le désir,” Natsuya hummed proudly with a pound at his chest as he approached, eager to stuff your sopping core with his cock.

”Ahh that won’t do at all,” Makoto tsked with a sweet smile, ready to soothe your whines by giving you a mouthful of his dick.

You couldn’t have imagined that a night straight out of your fantasies would come to light as it did.

But as this game had come to show you, luck had a hell of a way of revealing itself to you.

#makoto tachibana x reader #sousuke yamazaki x reader #natsuya kirishima x reader #makoto tachibana #yamazaki sousuke #natsuya kirishima #Free!#free! iwatobi swim club #free! dive to the future #reader insert #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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justreadingfics · 4 years

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It’s a Deal (Prologue)

Series Summary: You’re out of a relationship of 10 years and you’re just in desperate need to get laid, no strings attached, no romance, no complications. You dear friend Natasha feels like she’s going to regret this later, but she might have the perfect guy to fulfill your needs.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3.1k

Warnings (for the entire series): +18 only, smut, casual sex, Bucky is a whore, boytoy!Bucky and proud, acquaintances to fuck buddies to maybe lovers, fluff, eventual angst, mention to past relationship, break-up.

A/N: I was going to write something for Looking for a Heartbeat universe, but this idea came up and I was so excited. This is me trying my hand at romantic comedy. It’ll be very smutty but there’ll be angst eventually because it’s me. This version of Bucky is different from everything I’ve written before, but I think this is one of the beauties of this character. He’s so nuanced and layered, there’s always a new version of him to be explored. I hope you guys like it and stick with me. I’m planning 10 chapters, but the number may change. The link to the my masterlist is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated. @lesqui you’re a Rockstar.

When Natasha bursts into his apartment - like she’s done many many times before- holding up a big cup of coffee, the first thing that hits her is the smell lingering in the air, making her whole face scrunch up. The whole apartment stinks of a fucking orgy and she doesn’t even get to act surprised or outraged. This is what it’s been like. Ever since Bucky started to get better, changing from the brooding shadow that had first arrived to regaining his self-confidence, he’s been spending it and his whole package of super soldier stamina like that. A new night a new girl. Or two… she realizes when she spots the pair of different underwear over his couch as she makes her way to his bedroom. Three? She shoots an eyebrow high at the sight of a third one hanging around the doorknob.

She would die before touching the damn thing and, because she’s also always up for a little show, she decides to use one of her signature moves to make herself into his bedroom. A powerful kick to the door is enough to have the effect she wanted : three different tones of high-pitched screams and a low groan fills the room.

Natasha doesn’t need to say anything. Just her steady, impassive demeanor while still in her Black Widow uniform from the last mission is enough to make the trio of naked bodies move. They shoot themselves out of the bed and scramble to pick up pieces of clothes from the floor.

“Ugh, sorry, sweethearts.” Bucky’s voice is groggy with sleep and muffled by the pillow, “Thanks for last night, though, it was amazing.” He raises his thumb up but remains lying on his stomach, his very naked behind exposed, completely unphased by Natasha’s presence.

The girls rush past her without even daring to glance at the Avenger. Well, except for the owner of the underwear on the doorknob, who gives her much more than a glance in the shape of a shameless once over and a lustful wink before grabbing the piece of lacey and fleeing, putting it on along with her dress on her way.

With an exaggerated yawn, Bucky catches Natasha’s attention again and she steps into his room as he rolls over and sits on the mattress. At least he has the decency to pull a sheet to cover his front before he stretches his arm to the air letting out a second yawn, “What is it this time?” This is definitely not the first time a scenario like that has taken place, to Natasha’s exasperation.

“Crowded around here, huh?” Walking over to him with a judging brow up, she hands him the coffee, which he promptly accepts, “Do you even know their names?”

“Sofia, Olivia, and Amanda,” he answers simply before taking a sip from the coffee, “The one checking you out was Amanda, she’s nice, I think you’d like her, and you’ve seen them before here, just not the three of them together.” He smirks, raising a feigned innocent gaze from his cup to her.

Natasha chooses to ignore the answer in favor of letting a huff out, “We - and by we I mean Fury - missed you at the debriefing.” She glances around, trying to find a place she could sit without accidently making contact with any kind of… fluids. Spotting the armchair nearby, she shoots a questioning look at Bucky.

He presses his lips in a guilty fine line and shrugs, “I think you’re safe standing up.”

“You’re gross, you know that right?” She grimaces, crossing her arms in front of her. “How the hell did this happen, anyway? We got here around one am from the mission.”

He shakes his head dismissively, “You know I have my ways and I needed to shake the stress off. Too much energy to spend.”

“I can see that,” She laughs, “I mean…Three?

“You were there. It was a hard mission.” The corner of Bucky’s eyes crinkle as he grins back at her.

“That it was,” she agrees, letting some air out in a puff, “And that’s why I’m here now. You weren’t picking your goddamn phone and Fury wants to debrief with you before he signs the reports.”

“Ugh,” Bucky rolls his eyes, blowing some steam out of his cup of coffee, “that guy... what a huge pain in the ass, right?”

Natasha catches the playful tone and shakes her head, holding back the smile, “You won’t make me bad talk him, you know that.”

She can’t keep the smile suppressed any longer when he lets his head fall back and laughs. Carefree and contagious. It took him a while to get there, but now? Laughters, giggles, and jokes are a part of who Bucky Barnes is. For that, she’s thankful.

“Alright, just give me a minute,” he concedes, bringing his coffee back to his lips.

Watching him, her face turns a bit more serious. “How long will you keep this up, huh?” she asks, bringing her hands to her hips.

With the back of his hand, he wipes a bit of coffee that slips from the corner of his mouth “What?” His forehead crinkles as his attention is focused on cleaning himself.

“This lifestyle of yours…” Natasha waves a hand around the room and over himself, “Don’t you ever want to… I don’t know… settle down for one woman or something like that?”

The confused expression that shifts Bucky’s face as he looks back at her is almost comical. “Why in the world would I do that?” He puts the cup of coffee on the nightstand, before standing up, wrapping the sheet around his waist. “This is so much fun, no strings attached… just good old exchange of fluids, enjoying one another’s bodies… and the next morning we’re off with our lives.” Ignoring the disapproval look on Natasha, he grins down at her, before passing by her to walk towards his closet.

“I know this might be a good deal for you, but what about the women you bring down here, is this fair with them?” Natasha insists.

“Ok, now listen,” Bucky turns back to her, pulling an underwear from the drawer, “All the girls I hook up with want the exact same thing I want, “ He leans down to put on the underwear under the sheet covering his lower half, before letting the white fabric pull down on the floor. “They’re here for the sex just as much as I am.” He turns back to the closet, fumbling with his clothes.

“Aren’t you going to take a shower?”

“Fury needs me asap.” He deadpans, before continuing while putting on his jeans, “Not once I took advantage of anyone, I guarantee you that. I´m not fooling them, they’re not fooling me. It’s a fair deal. Perfect to be honest, pleasant, I mean very pleasant to both sides…” He smirks before raising his gaze filled with mischief from where he’s buckling his belt to her, “You damn well know how good it- I can be…”

Her eyes roll at his smirk and she crosses her arms in front of her again. “That ship has sailed, Barnes.” It was just one time months ago and she knows she will never hear the end of it.

“Just saying…” Bucky shrugs, tying his hair back into a low bun, keeping the half smile on his lips, “Whenever you need to shake the stress off again, you can always count on me.” He winks.

“Yeah, right, go take a fucking shower and then we can talk.” Natasha grabs a pillow from his bed and throws at him. “Ok, I get it, I’m not an expert here and probably not the right person to be telling you this, but don’t you feel like you’re missing things? Or maybe that you’re hiding from something?” she suggests, walking past his bed to come closer to him.

“Nat, I swear… I’m not hiding from anything, there’s no hidden feelings or fears or anything like that… It’s just sex.” He states, sounding a bit more thoughtful with his friend’s worries , putting on a white t-shirt as she’s now just a few steps away from him. “People usually make a big deal about it, but that’s it. Sex is just sex. It’s fun and a fucking amazing experience to share with someone. And that’s it. Me and the women I spend time with are very sure about that. No worry.” As he finishes dressing himself up, he places both hands on Natasha’s shoulders.

She aims a deadly glare at where he touches her, “I honestly can’t decide if you’re a pig or a genius, but right now take your unwashed hands off of me.”

Bucky laughs, squeezing and shaking her shoulders halfheartedly, “I took a shower before I went to sleep, calm your damn titties.” He removes his hands anyway before placing a kiss on top of her head, gaining a hiss in exchange, “And a genius, of course.”

“All right,” Natasha says after glancing at her watch, “Nine. I still need a shower myself and at least a nap before Y/N drops by for lunch. You go see Fury now.” She commands, tapping his shoulder and already moving past him to the door.

“Oh, Y/n? From the tech department?” The peak of interest on his voice behind her doesn’t go unnoticed by Natasha, “It’s been a while since I last saw her, how’s she? Still with that boyfriend of hers? What’s his name again?”

“Eddie. And no, they’ve broken up actually,” she answers, already opening the door to leave his apartment, “But don’t even think about it,” She warns, already sensing the smirk on his lips without even looking back at him, “She would never take one of your deals.” Natasha shuts the door before he could say anything else.

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“Fuckbucket! Bumhole, son of motherfucker arseclowns! Goddamit nutsack!” The line of curses being spat out of your mouth is followed by you grabbing the bottle of tabasco and dropping almost half of its content over the plate of linguine in front of you.

Natasha says nothing, chewing her own pasta slowly as she stares you down, wondering how that combination of words could be the one to come up to your head when you wanted to swear. The small bistro is crowded and a few heads turn in your direction following your little – and kinda cute, if she’s going to be honest- outburst.

“Sorry…” Glancing around you seem to notice the brief but unwanted attention as your voice shrinks and your shoulders drop. “I asked for it fucking spicy, though,” you add in a mumble, only stressing the new curse, bringing a fork of linguine inside your mouth. You sigh, seeming finally pleased with the level of spice in it.

“Ok…” Nat drags the word as her eyes drop at the glass of wine in front of you. The second one already, “Bad day, I assume?”

A guttural and frustrated groan slips out of you as you swallow your food and take a long sip from the wine, “I’m just… ugh, everything sucks these days.” You place back the glass on the table a little more forcefully than it should be expected, your eyes following the move of your hand.

“Something at work?” Nat asks, “Do I need to talk to Tony?” She tilts her head, a hint of exasperation on her words.

“No, no. Of course not.” You wave a dismissive hand, “That lunatic is the best boss I could ever have asked for.” A quick but honest smile forms in your lips.

“Alright…” Natasha accepts, “Eddie, then?” She tries again.

“No… sort of. I don’t know.” You sigh, now playing with the food in your plate as your jaw tightens.

“Talk…” Natasha orders, putting down her fork beside her plate and brushing her hands together, swallowing the food in her mouth. “Have you been seeing him at work? It’s been a while since I last saw him in the Tower.” She leans her head on her joined hands as she rests her elbows over the table, giving you her full attention.

“He’s been promoted to a leadership position at SHIELD’s tech department, that’s why you haven’t seen him.” You respond, still playing with your food, “I haven’t seen him either, not ever since we broke up, but I guess splitting up is doing wonders for him.” You bite your cheek.

“How long has it been already, three months?”

“Yeah.” You nod.

“You miss him.” Natasha affirms rather than asks, a sweet comprehensive tone on her words as she crosses her forearms over the table, leaning forward. You two haven’t had the time to properly talk about your breakup, given Nat’s mission schedules and your own job, which can be a pain in the ass when it comes to work-hours.

“Of course, I do,” you say, looking up to the ceiling and shaking your head before moving your gaze to her again, “It’s like… I never saw it coming. Almost ten years of relationship… when he said he needed to talk I thought he was going to propose.” You scoff, covering your face with both hands in pure disbelief in yourself, “But instead he said he wanted a new path for his life. What the hell does that mean?” You raise your voice along with your arms to each side of you.

“I hate to say this, dear.” Natasha grabs her glass of water and takes a sip before resuming, “But you know I’m not one to sugarcoat the truth and it probably means he’s fucking someone else…sorry.” She shrugs, knowing she could be sounding a little harsh, but she’s aware sometimes harshness is the right medicine.

“Well, at least someone is getting fucked,” you mutter under your breath, while rolling the pasta in your fork to shove it your mouth.

The slipped comment sets off Natasha curiosity instantly and she just eyes you for a second before urging, “Well, elaborate.”

“Ugh… Jesus.” You grunt before taking in a deep breath, “You know, I do miss him in my life, but God… what has been killing me right now is,” you lean forward, getting closer to Nat as she mimics you, “I’m so fucking horny.” You whisper as Natasha’s eyes grow round at your admission. You had never said anything like that to her before, you two are close friends but you’re always so reserved about your private life, “It’s been almost a year.”

“A year?” She whispers loudly, but lowers her voice as you quickly shush her, mortified someone would hear you two, “But…”

“Yeah, I know the break up was three months ago, but it doesn’t mean I was getting any before that,” you admit, frustration seeping into your voice.

“Oh, honey…” Natasha tilts her head, trying to convey empathy towards you rather than judgement.

“I know, right?” You smile sadly, leaning backwards in your chair, “How was I even surprised when things went south? I don’t even know what happened, to be honest. We just… stopped.” You shrug a shoulder, grabbing your fork to play with it absentmindedly, staring down at it, “And I was ok with it. At least I think I was,” You look back at Nat, who’s just listening to you attentively, “I guess I thought at least I had everything else. I don’t know...” You shake your head in a sign of disapproval of yourself, “But after we broke up?” Once again you lean over to whisper, “That’s all I think about. Almost everyone I see ends up in a fantasy of mine. Things I never even dreamed about wanting… I eat a fucking strawberry and suddenly I’m turned on.” Your desperation is visible in your big, round eyes and audible in your rapid speech.

“Why don’t you go out, meet someone, then?” Natasha tries to hold back her laugh out of respect for you.

“Ugh,” you wave her off, glancing to the side with a grimace, “Too much work. Besides, I don’t think I’m ready for anything else.” You shake your head, “I just want to fuck.” You add in a grunt, shaking your legs in a very bratty way.

“Oh, wow,” Nat leans back to her seat, “I never saw this coming.”

“Can I tell you something?” You say, after studying Nat. When she nods and leans closer to you again, you continue, keeping your voice low, “Eddie was the only one I ever been with.”

Natasha chokes on nothing and quickly grabs her cup of water, gulping in down to the last drop, “How the hell did this happen?” she yelps.

“Well, back in highschool I wasn’t really ready, and then in college I met Eddie.” You shrug, curling your lips down, “We’ve been together ever since. But after he broke up with me, that was one of the first things on my mind, the thought repeating itself like a parrot in my head. That I had never been with another man.”

“Hell, sis,” Nat exhales, “I’m starting to understand your situation now.”

“Ugh, Nat, seriously, I just need someone to fuck me senseless.” You tighten your teeth and make a grabbing gesture with your hands, “Just some primal, animalistic sex, I need someone, anyone who can take me properly. No strings attached…Nothing else, I’m tired of everything else.” You shut your eyes, shaking your head, before looking around you. Satisfied no one is staring or listening, you once again bends closer to Nat across the table, “Even thought about hiring a goddamn escort, but I just bought the condo with Eddie, and, until we figure this out, I’m broke as fuck.”

Nat’s jaw drops. She’s speechless, utterly speechless. As you look back at her, a bit of shame but also expectancy gleaming in your eyes, a thought pops into Natasha’s mind. The universe must be playing with her, and that’s what she finally says to you. “Holy shit, the universe must be putting on a fucking joke on me.”

“Why?” You squint at her, “What do you mean?”

Natasha doesn’t answer right away. She ponders the thought for a moment. It might not be a bad idea, actually. Shaking some steam off, having a different and lighter experience with someone else, a little bit of fun… that might be exactly what you’re needing, and who could be more perfect for that? At least he’s someone Natasha trusts. She sure hopes so. “Are you serious about all of that? You’re really just looking for sex and nothing else?” Natasha checks.

“Dead serious.” It’s your straight up answer.

“Ok,” She decides, nodding once, “I may regret this sooner than I think but I might have the perfect guy for you.”

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#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes series #bucky fluff #fluff #boytoy!bucky #future smut #it's a deal #justreadingfics #new bucky series

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lconor · 2 years

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&&. is that ( grace elizabeth )?? no, it’s just ( leonor de bragança ). she is the ( princess ) of ( portugal ). she is ( 24 ) years old and her birthday is the ( 27th ) of ( august ) which makes her a ( virgo ). she is ( compassionate & kind ) and ( youthful & fickle ) but, unfortunately, also ( unstable & naive ). those traits just make her a ( hufflepuff ) and in scientific terms an ( enfp ). she is ( bisexual ) and the plaza’s ( hapless ). her theme song is ( love ) by ( lana del rey ). her interests include ( viola & archery ). she practices ( roman catholicism ) and is a supporter of ( social democratic party ). her favourite quote is ( “ simply let go of the illusion that it could have been any different ” ) by ( jeff foster ) because ( it keeps her somewhat rooted ). last but not least she ( does ) believe in true love.

leonor’s prince xavier’s daughter and has two older brothers so she’s never going to get near the throne --- so she has never thought much about it. sure she’s a royal and shows up at events and waves prettily. her talent is holding a smile for an excessive amount of time without her facial muscles cramping. but politics seems a bit too complex to her and she hates history. her life is relatively private compared to her cousins, and that she can appreciate.

leonor has always been just a little bit ditzy when it comes to socializing. she is rather shameless, won’t be embarrassed when asking a dumb question. she will tell you if she has no idea who you are or what you were talking about --- in a nice way because she actually needs someone to give her the info !!! she is notoriously bad at remembering names.

to be fair, despite being a stem major, she can be dumb. her knowledge on societal issues is close to zero, the only reason she knows anything about politics is because her college buddies forced her to understand the system. but like... she doesn’t think ignorance is something to be ashamed of, it just means you need to learn more. istg she’s the person who asks, like 2 weeks before final exams: “so, like, can we go through protein synthesis once more? idk if i really get it.” shameless.

the only reason why she can be so carefree about it is because she has a stupid amount of confidence --- her dad’s influence without a doubt. she was bossy growing up, she liked to be in charge. her younger siblings hated her for it and her older brothers thought it was funny and encouraged it ( as long as she didn’t try her attitude on them ). yes, childhood was fun. life was pleasant and idyllic.

first years at school were exciting and leonor learnt a thing or two about cooperating. life would have kept treating leonor kindly had it not been for the death of her mother. teresa aveiro passed away when leonor was ten. it changed everything for the young girl. she lost a bit of her spark for a while, missing her mum took a piece of her and it took her a long while to mend the cracks that surrounded the hole.

she became a lot more fragile. it was the first time she really learnt what sorrow and pain was like, and she lost the ability to properly control her emotions. one could say the wrong thing and she’d feel blue for the rest of the day. it made teenage years a living hell for her. she still struggles with keeping herself in check. on the worst days, she is oversensitive to the point where people find her tiresome.

being sensitive wouldn’t have been a problem if it hadn’t been paired up with all sorts of dramatic reactions. she can go full on romeo & juliet. she’s the kinda person who will cry and ask what’s the point of living if she gets a bad dye job. sometimes it’s harmless, sometimes not so much.

but anyway. she’s a bio major. she has her master’s degree in biotech. she did her bachleour’s in st petersburg and her master’s in genoa. she just wanted to be abroad, ok, and after three years she had gotten enough of dark, gloomy and cold russia.

in genoa she met vince. it was like a dream. he just got her. he always picked his words so carefully and never upset leonor. he listened to her and he made her laugh. some months into the relationship, he was basically a leonor whisperer and could get her to calm down better than anyone else.

it was nice to have someone like that around.

oh boy, oh boy-o-boy. now there are breakdowns and there are breakdowns. when vince’s ulterior motives were revealed leonor just stopped existing for a moment. life was shit, people were terrible, and she had wasted her “best years”. it took her about six months to start functioning normally. she started joking around, got back to pulling pranks on her siblings, went out for drinks with college friends.

and now she’s here !

TASKS

psyche

home apartment

#hshqintro

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blindbatalex · 3 years

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you know what it is! carraville royalty au!!

“So that settles it, then!” Jamie said merrily as Gary closed the door to their bedchambers behind him. The audible sigh this elicited only added to Jamie’s excellent mood.

“…settles what, James?”

They had guests over, you see (they often did – paying the two of them a visit had become bit of a fad among the nobles of both lands as a token of their commitment to peace) and one of them, Lady Emily, spent the entire evening flirting with Jamie. Jamie had found it…odd at first, the way one finds food of a strange land odd but then he had noticed Gary glaring daggers in their direction and well, he was only human, wasn’t he? So he spent the rest of the evening flirting, discreetly, but shameless back.

“That I’m the more handsome one,” he said now with a wicked grin as he undid his belt.

A disgruntled “mm” was all he got in response. Gary was actually, inexplicably bothered—no wonder because the evening had highlighted how ugly and undesirable he was in comparison.

“Come now, looks aren’t everything. Loads of ugly people have other desirable qualities to make up for it, a kind heart, a magnanimous spirit.” Jamie took off his tunic, changing into his sleep clothes with his back turned to Gary like he always did. “Well…not you per se, but, loads of others do.”

“You are ugly as a horse,” Gary replied without missing a beat. An odd insult, sure, but as luck would have it Jamie had just the reply. Giddy with delight (and perhaps, more wine than advisable) he twirled around—he had to see Gary’s face for this.

“I have been told horses are the most beautiful animal there is actually.” Just this morning he had had a rather one-sided conversation with Hans who worked in the stables. He recited now almost from memory, with the same poetic intonation. “With their long, slender faces, and soulful eyes. Their mane, flowing like the hair of a goddess herself, and their muscular, strong bodies-”

“-jagged scars running down their faces…” Gary too now turned to him and traced a line on his own face to mimic where Jamie’s scar was. It registered in Jamie’s head that they were both shirtless—more scars between them than stars in the night sky.

He shrugged. “It adds to my animal charm I am told.”

The corner of Gary’s mouth quirked up at this in a half-smile exasperated as it was fond, and really, they should know better in their age than to overindulge in drink.

“Where did you hear that?”

Jamie stood up a little taller.

“Lady Emily told me herself.”

In truth, she had not. Nobody had. Jamie could not fault them for this—on some days he could barely look in the mirror himself, but such self-pity was not to be indulged in, least of all, now.

“Not that,” Gary waved him off. Jamie could see it in the way Gary looked at him too, in the occasional wince he failed to suppress. Not that Gary had a leg up in this department, with his crooked nose and the trench between his eyebrows. “…beautiful?”

Jamie dragged himself into the present, reaching for his night shirt absently when he saw Gary’s eyes drifting over the many scars that marred his skin.

“Hmm?”

Gary rolled his eyes with flair (even as he did the same with his clothes), and said with exaggerated slowness- “Horses. Who told you. They were. The most beautiful animals?”

Oh. An unexpected direction to take the conversation but not an unwelcome one.

“Hans,” Jamie replied before briefly recounting the conversation they had that morning.

Gary took in a quick breath; his eyes were suddenly sharp as they had ever been again and scrutinising Jamie within an inch of his life.

“And that’s what he said- slender face, soulful eyes, mane flowing like the hair of a goddess?”

There was an intensity to him that was unmatched in anyone else Jamie knew – he would latch onto a topic or a sliver of information like a leech and would not let go until he sucked it dry.

“Yes.” Jamie sat down on his side of the bed. But horses- surely that was a step too far? “Do I need to be worried about you losing your grip?”

Gary laughed at this and it did sound a little like he was losing his grip. But then he sat down next to Jamie on the bed and recounted the story of how he found Lucille, one of the girls who worked in the kitchens, sobbing the other night when he came down for a late night snack. It had, apparently, taken a bit of coaxing but she had confided in him that she was upset because the man she loved had called her ‘ugly as a horse.’

“She looks exactly like you described,” Gary finished. “Slender face, soulful eyes, flowing hair. How was Hans when you spoke? Was he in a good mood?”

“No.” Jamie had, at some point, covered his mouth with his hand. Lucille was the horse? His head was spinning a little. “He looked…well, heartbroken.”

Gary laughed again and it sounded beautiful. Jamie could not help but laugh with him. He did not remember the last time laughter in this room felt so carefree.

Quickly they hatched a plan to get the same explanation out of Hans with Lucille in earshot, a plan involving an apparent newfound interest on Gary’s part in horses and an emergency cake delivery to the stables. There was still a smile on Jamie’s face when they blew off their candles and climbed under the duvet, their plan fully formed with contingency scenarios in place. How strange and wonderful young love is with its misunderstandings and joy.

Stevie’s arms wrapped around his neck as they kissed for the first time. Two decades ago now. In the pouring rain.

He had almost gone to sleep (almost convinced his heart it did not ache) when Gary said-

“If you wished to…bed Lady Emily, or, someone else who has fallen prey to your animal charm- as long as you were discreet, I don’t see what the problem would be. This is a marriage of strategy after all.”

His tone was measured. They did not speak of such matters. Nor had they touched each other—not since that disastrous first kiss on their wedding night. Jamie smiled.

“Ah but I am ugly as a horse, you see.”

Gary smacked his middle over the duvet.

“Plenty of people out there have no taste.”

“Go to sleep, Gary.” There was a beat. “You could too, if you wanted.”

When Gary spoke again, Jamie could almost see him wrinkle his nose in distaste, never mind the pitch black that blanketed the room. “Not while we are in this castle, I won’t. I have standards.”

Neither of them would. It had nothing to do with Jamie’s looks or Gary’s standards. And yet, it was late and they had an early start tomorrow. Jamie closed his eyes and swallowed past the knot in his throat. His heart did not ache.

#carraville #royalty au #football rpf #my fic #will i ever write anything else? unclear.#sorry i am fixated on this au but it is what it is!!

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bastardtetsu · 3 years

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{day 07} charming | saeko x reader

pairing: tanaka saeko x f!reader

genre: fluff, gay tension, saeko tries to do her brother a solid by talking to a girl for him but that plan backfires

wc: ~800

warnings: f!reader, shameless flirting, doing tanaka ryu absolutely dirty

⍋⋆*❅｡. 25 days of fic-mas mlist .｡❅*⋆⍋

you are such a lovely thing oh, where have you been? it's such a shame to bury pearls in the country

—charming; natasha, pierre, & the great comet of 1812 (music & lyrics by dave malloy)

it’s a sunday afternoon, and you have the house to yourself to try on the new clothes you’d just bought. the dresses are far from casual, but that just gives you more reason to twirl around in them, putting on a show for yourself in the mirror as you imagine yourself as a movie star or an elegant countess - until a loud knock at the door interrupts your reverie.

rushing to the door, you throw it open to reveal a familiar blonde standing there, her thumb tucked into her belt loop, hip cocked casually to the side. saeko’s eyes glimmer as they take in your appearance.

“well hello,” she drawls, sizing you up, “what do we have here?”

“oh, i—“ you stammer, suddenly remembering your attire, “sorry, i was just trying some stuff on—“

“no worries,” saeko interjects, taking a step closer to make her way inside, “it suits you.”

your cheeks flush with warmth as she grins at you, unsure of what to say as she breezes her way in.

though you had met, you don’t exactly know saeko well. you go to school with her younger brother, but you’ve only had a few conversations with him since he always seems really tense and awkward when speaking to you. you’d seen saeko around too, even spoken to her a few times at social events, but nothing more.

you can’t imagine what could’ve prompted her to show up at your door like this - all you know is that she and her brother share the same fiery stare, and that for some reason it intimidates you more when it’s coming from her.

“ooh, these are some nice dresses!” she muses upon seeing your new purchases laid out. then, with a mischievous glance, “you got somewhere to wear ‘em to?”

“n-not in particular,” you falter, eyes falling to the floor nervously. you can still feel the heat of her keen stare as you fiddle with the fabric draping your body.

saeko smiles, taken by your bashfulness. you really do look stunning in that dress.

“i can see why ryu likes you.”

“huh?” your eyes shoot back up to meet hers.

“i had lunch with him yesterday,” she continues without missing a beat, “poor thing hardly ate, he wouldn’t shut up about you!! he’s been too scared to talk to you, but he wouldn’t leave me alone until he convinced me to come over here and talk to you for him - what a dork, right? and besides,” she adds, leaning in closer to whisper, “he should be more careful, or i just might steal you for myself.”

your face is burning now, heart pounding in your chest as you try to process all the information you just received, on top of the red-hot stare boring into you as you try to get your bearings.

you hadn’t realized your classmate had feelings for you like that - that would certainly explain his odd behavior with you - however, it’s difficult to think about that (or anything else, for that matter) with his intimidatingly attractive sister staring you down hungrily, her face just inches away from yours.

suddenly, she throws her head backwards in a boisterous laugh.

“you’re so cute when you’re blushing!” she exclaims, before flashing another cheeky grin, “you’re a charmer, you know that?”

“um… thank you,” you respond tentatively, still flustered. is she joking or being serious? you can’t tell.

“listen,” she says, shifting closer to you again, “if you need somewhere to wear that dress, we’re having a party tonight at our place. you should come!” then with a wink, “you’ll be the prettiest one there.”

“oh, um,” you stumble over your words. saeko can’t help but grin at your reaction, mesmerized by your wide, awestruck eyes.

“so, what do you say?” she purrs.

“i…” you hesitate. the situation is still a bit confusing, but her unabashed confidence and carefree attitude give you a strange sense of comfort as her intense stare melts away your reservations. “sure,” you answer.

“great!!!” she exclaims loudly. you aren’t quite sure who you’re saying yes to - saeko or her brother - but you can’t help but smile back at her enthusiasm. as she pulls you into a tight hug, you can feel her breasts squeezing against your body, separated by just a few layers of fabric. heat rises through your body again at the sensation.

“ryu’s gonna be thrilled,“ she says, before a wry smirk befalls her face, eyes meeting yours with another heated stare. the slender but surprisingly strong arms encircling you tighten their grip. “at least for now.”

those wide eyes of yours are gonna be the death of her.

a/n: so uhhhh yeah sorry tanaka, this is just me being h word for saeko and amber gray at the same time… technically this song isn’t supposed to be gay but personally i feel to believe otherwise !! anyways if you haven’t heard of great comet i definitely recommend checking it out — definitely an all time favorite show, plus i’ll be posting my terushima fic based on another song from it soon! :)

taglist: @izagraceee @musicgetsmeoutofbed @azo-musxas @tsumurai

#tanaka saeko #saeko x reader #saeko tanaka x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#25 days of ficmas #e writes #.txt

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mcheang · 3 years

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Sky Lord’s karma

What should be due karma for the evil sky lord? Judging by how he was present to invite Zhihe to the sky kingdom, I say he managed to escape disgrace following Bai Qian’s memory recall.

To be fair, Ye Hua had died so Bai Qian wasn’t in the mood to get revenge. And since a wedding is supposed to be a happy occasion...bleh...BQ...plz learn your lesson from Xuan Nu and Su Jin. It is not good to delay punishment because they will come back to bother you again.

Well, at least the sky emperor is treating Bai Qian decently.

Still, I want karma.

Maybe after Feng Jiu wakes up from her coma...?

While she prefers living near her aunt, she and Gun Gun both agree that they prefer the carefree lives of Qingqiu. She refuses to allow the dragon clan to babysit Gun Gun.

After all, the sky lord had such harsh standards for his own grandson. And he was so biased about Su Su. Plus, Le Xu raised such a horrible foster daughter in Su Jin. Feng Jiu was terrified at the idea of leaving Gun Gun in their care.

While Dong Hua doesn’t really care about the sky lord, he does want his wife and son to be well taken care of. And who better than her uncle-in-law? It’s a shame his authority can only go so far.

Perhaps it’s time to make sure Ye Hua’s coronation happens sooner rather than later.

Dong Hua asks the sky lord why is he delegating all matters to Ye Hua, who is only a crown prince? Under this scrutiny, the sky lord claims to want to prepare his grandson for his future role.

Dong Hua: and what have you been doing otherwise?

Hmm...throwing parties, feasting, basically stuff retired, rich people can afford to do.

Dong Hua: I only retired when it became clear there was nothing left I was needed to do. Since you yourself have nothing left to do, why not let Ye Hua succeed you now?

Ye Hua was very soon made sky emperor.

But if you think the sky emperor got to live a happy retirement, you are sadly mistaken.

Bai Qian may be too forgiving for her own good, especially towards her in-laws, but Dong Hua is not. Especially when Xiao Bai loves visiting her aunt.

Being shameless, Dong Hua has no qualms about asking Ye Hua if he is fine with his parents raising Ali when they had raised Su Jin, and look how she turned out.

Worried, Ye Hua decides to sentence his parents to mortal trials using the excuse that this would be a good way to cultivate energy since they are kind of weak.

As for the sky lord, Dong Hua wonders how Ye Hua and Bai Qian could be so forgiving of a man who plotted to kill Su Su, and was even willing to let his son marry that witch Su Jin. But after all, Bai Qian did not go after Xuan Nu, and it’s not as if the former ghoul empress ever returned to provoke them.

Ye Hua realizes that it is probably best to make sure his grandfather doesn’t meddle in his personal life again. And he wants to make Bai Qian comfortable in her new home. His parents are out of the way (and will stay that way unless they want a test on whether their personality has improved from their mortal trials). But since his grandfather is retired, Ye Hua asks Dong Hua to help him exile his grandfather to some mountain to help him get away from the pomp and excess of celestial life. In other words, let him be forgotten and under guard. Kind of like how Su Su was treated.

The former emperor certainly felt betrayed by his own precious grandson. What an ungrateful brat. Now he was stuck alone, with some ladies and servants.

But karma was not done. Su Su had been unfairly deemed guilty.

One of the former emperor’s old enemies decided to take advantage of his plight by finally accusing all his previous sins. He was unable to get justice before because the emperor would always deny accusations and see the innocent party punished rather than slander his reputation.

This was actually true, but the old enemy definitely exaggerated the sins committed.

The old emperor was hence officially exiled, despite his pleas, because Bai Qian and Ye Hua of all people know how corrupt he can be. Exile is kind of merciful compared to what Su Jin went through.

Without any status or guards now, the emperor was easy prey for all the parties he offended before.

#eternal love of dream fanfiction #eternal love of dream fanfic #eternal love of dream fic #eternal love pillow book fanfiction #eternal love pillow book fanfic #eternal love pillow book fic #eternal love pillow book #eternal love of dream #三生三世十里桃花 #三生三世枕上书 #sky lord karma

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bloody-bee-tea · 4 years

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Rainbow - Untamed Spring Fest 2020 Day 10

Jin Ling is acting cagey around Jiang Cheng and he doesn’t like it. Not one bit.

It makes him think the boy is up to something, and Jiang Cheng honestly thought they were past his mischievous phase. Not by long, mind you, but ever since Jin Ling had taken over the position as Sect Leader he has grown more serious.

Jiang Cheng is proud to see it, though he does miss the more carefree Jin Ling. The boy had to grow up too fast and Jiang Cheng was unable to shield him from everything.

It isn’t until well after dinner, when Jiang Cheng is sitting in his study, trying to answer at least a few more letters, when Jin Ling finally comes to find him.

“Jiu-jiu,” he starts, and he sounds nervous, which is enough reason for Jiang Cheng to put his letters aside and give him his entire attention.

“What’s wrong, A-Ling?” he asks and watches as Jin Ling sits down opposite him, nervously playing with the Yunmeng Jiang bell that’s hanging from his belt.

“I have to tell you something,” Jin Ling says, and he squares his shoulders as if he’s marching off into war.

Jiang Cheng frowns.

“Okay?” he carefully asks, because he doesn’t like this one bit.

“And I want you to not hate me afterwards,” Jin Ling tacks on, his voice suddenly wavering and small, and real worry grows in Jiang Cheng’s stomach.

“I could never hate you,” he reassures Jin Ling, but he only presses his lips together and shakes his head.

“You hate Uncle Wei and Hanguang-Jun,” Jin Ling says.

“I don’t,” Jiang Cheng gives back, because for all that passed between Wei Wuxian and himself, they have reached some kind of understanding.

It will never be like before, Jiang Cheng knows that, but the hate he harboured so long for Wei Wuxian is long gone. And okay, he doesn’t like Lan Wangji much, but that at least, is mutual.

“But you do,” Jin Ling argues. “You always get so angry when you see them together, and you hate that they are married. You hate that they are cut-sleeves,” Jin Ling quietly adds and Jiang Cheng sighs.

“I don’t hate that they are cut-sleeves,” he says and pinches the bridge of his nose.

He knew this would come back to bite him in the ass eventually.

“Then what?” Jin Ling wants to know and Jiang Cheng huffs out a humourless laugh.

“I hate how shameless they are about it,” he finally tells Jin Ling. “I couldn’t care less if they are both men, but it would do both of them good to remember about common decency. Neither of them have any shame, and that’s what’s bothering me. I would react the same way, if one of them was a woman, or if they both were,” Jiang Cheng promises, because really.

What kind of hypocrite would he be if he hated cut-sleeves.

“So, you really don’t have a problem with that?” Jin Ling asks, and he seems more relaxed all of a sudden.

“I don’t,” Jiang Cheng promises him. “The only problem I have with them is how often I already walked in on them, despite the fact that I am barely even in the Cloud Recesses,” he goes on, though those visits are growing larger in number with every week that passes and then Jiang Cheng decides to fuck it all.

Lan Xichen will forgive him for this. It’s to reassure Jin Ling after all.

“Actually, there’s something I haven’t told you yet,” Jiang Cheng starts and watches as Jin Ling’s eyes grow big with the promise of being told a secret. “But you have to keep quiet about it,” Jiang Cheng warns him with a raised finger and Jin Ling nods eagerly.

“Lan Xichen and I—we’re seeing each other,” Jiang Cheng then admits and he would laugh at the way Jin Ling gapes at him at that, if he wasn’t so nervous about it.

They haven’t told anyone yet, are still trying to figure out where they stand, how they fit together after everything that happened to both of them. And they are still enjoying their time with each other too much to want other people to barge in on it, but surely Lan Xichen will understand why he had to tell Jin Ling now.

“You are?” Jin Ling breathes out and his smile is so bright that Jiang Cheng has to smile with him.

“Yes, we are,” he agrees and Jin Ling bounds over to him, throwing his arms around Jiang Cheng’s neck.

“I’m very happy for you,” Jin Ling mutters and Jiang Cheng awkwardly pats his back.

“Thank you, A-Ling,” he whispers but then pushes him away. “Why did you want to know in the first place? You didn’t actually tell me anything yet,” he then asks and watches with a raised eyebrow as Jin Ling goes red in the face.

“I might be seeing someone, too?” Jin Ling haltingly says and Jiang Cheng snorts out a laugh at that.

Of course he is.

“Which of your friends is it then? One of the Lan boys? Or the Ouyang heir?” Jiang Cheng asks and delights in the way Jin Ling goes even redder.

“Sizhui and Jingyi are together,” he admits and then slaps a hand over his mouth. “But you didn’t hear that from me!”

“Of course not,” Jiang Cheng agrees. “So, the Ouyang heir, huh?”

“Zizhen confessed to me a few weeks back,” Jin Ling admits and gets a very faraway look in his eyes. “We’ve been taking it slow, but yeah. That happened.”

“Did you really think I would hate you for that?” Jiang Cheng can’t help but quietly ask, because he hoped he was a more stable and secure pillar for Jin Ling than that.

“I didn’t think you would hate me,” Jin Ling says, though he’s scooting around restlessly. “I was more afraid you’d be disappointed.”

“Oh, brat,” Jiang Cheng sighs. “I can never be disappointed in you. I am so proud of you,” he tells him and Jin Ling leans into his side.

“So it’s all good?” Jin Ling asks and Jiang Cheng nods.

“Does he make you happy?” he asks him and Jin Ling beams at him.

“So happy,” he agrees. “He’s the best and—and—,”

“And you think the sun shines out of his ass and he pukes rainbows. Understood,” Jiang Cheng tells him and laughs when Jin Ling cries out in mock-outrage at that.

“Does Lan Xichen make you happy?” Jin Ling wants to know once he calmed down again, and Jiang Cheng smiles softly at that.

“Very happy,” he agrees, but then he leans to the side to press a kiss to Jin Ling’s hair. “Though not even half as happy as you make me,” he tells him and watches Jin Ling squirm under the affection.

“Jiu-jiu, stop!” he calls out, but Jiang Cheng only laughs.

“Oh, you’re gonna have to get used to that. What will you do when your boyfriend does something sappy for you?”

“That’s between me and Zizhen!” Jin Ling tells him and Jiang Cheng nods.

“See, and that’s why I don’t like Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji,” he says and now, finally, Jin Ling nods in understanding.

“It does get a bit much,” he agrees.

“Yes, it does. So see to it that you take a better example than them,” Jiang Cheng advises and is surprised when Jin Ling leans into him again.

“I have you as my example. I don’t need anyone else,” he lowly says and Jiang Cheng’s heart flows over at hearing that.

“Ah, brat,” he whispers and puts his arm around Jin Ling’s shoulder.

He has missed this, and apparently he wasn’t the only one.

“It’s good to have you here,” Jiang Cheng tells him and Jin Ling nods.

“It’s good to be here,” he agrees, but then he peers up at Jiang Cheng. “Will you introduce Lan Xichen as your boyfriend to me?”

“Only if you introduce Zizhen as yours to me,” Jiang Cheng shoots back and even though Jin Ling flushes faintly again, he nods.

“Okay,” he agrees and Jiang Cheng echoes him.

They spend the rest of the evening like this, talking and teasing each other, and they both feel lighter when they finally go to bed.

#bt writes #the untamed #mdzs #untamed spring fest #jiang cheng and jin ling #jin ling and his jiu-jiu #family feels #with a hint of #xicheng #zhenling #fluff

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the last great american dynasty

Rebekah rode up on the afternoon train, it was sunny

Her saltbox house on the coast took her mind off St. Louis

Rebekah is Rebekah “Betty” Semple West Pierce a sculptor, and philanthropist born on April 17, 1915 in St. Louis. She also composed music, one of many similarities between her and Taylor.

Bill was the heir to the Standard Oil name, and money

Bill refers to William Hale "Bill" Harkness, the grandson of David Harkness who invested with John Rockefeller in Standard Oil. When David died he left what would today be over a billion dollars to Bill’s father, who was also named William Harkness. Eventually Bill inherited what would today be approximately $185M dollars from his father (approx 70% of this wealth was from Standard Oil shares).

And the town said "How did a middle class divorcée do it?"

In 1939 Rebekah married Dickson Pierce, descendent of President Franklin Pierce. However they divorced in 1946, and then in 1947 she married Bill. Her father was a stockbroker, and her grandfather started a trust company - so she wasn’t exactly middle class, but her wealth was significantly less than the wealth of the Harkness family.

The wedding was charming, if a little gauche There's only so far new money goes They picked out a home and called it "Holiday House"

Holiday House was built on Watch Hill in Rhode Island by Mrs. George Grant Snowden who, contrary to the song, named it Holiday House. Seems like this house has been having raucous 4th of July parties for a long time - at least according to this NYTimes article from July 6, 1941:

Their parties were tasteful, if a little loud

The language here mirrors that of the first verse - “the wedding was charming, if a little gauche”.

The doctor had told him to settle down

Bill died in August (interesting!!!!) 1954 of a heart attack - he had also had a heart attack the year prior, but that one was obviously not fatal. He and Rebekah had one child together named Edith who eventually committed suicide at the age of 34.

It must have been her fault his heart gave out

This line calls attention to how women are frequently blamed for, well, everything. Something that is explored more in mad woman.

And they said "There goes the last great American dynasty" Who knows, if she never showed up what could've been There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen She had a marvelous time ruining everything

The chorus and the title of this song seems to come from the title of a book about Rebekah called “Blue Blood: How Rebekah Harkness, One of the Richest Women in the World, Destroyed a Great American Family” written by Craig Unger. The from cover of the book reads “The story of Rebekah Harkness and how one of the richest families in the world descended into drugs, madness, suicide, and violence”. [Also, interesting that the background of the cover I found looks a lot like the blue/pink in the Lover cover!]

The chorus also references “mad woman”, another track on folklore. This song subverts the idea of a mad woman. The title and subtitle of Blue Blood use Rebekah as a scapegoat for everything that went wrong, blaming her solely for violence, drugs, mental illness, and loss. It uses several classic, sexist tropes of a gold-digger, a “crazy” woman, and the whore. However, in this song Rebekah is not taking the blame or feeling guilt about what is happening - she is having a marvelous time.

Another interesting thing is changing “great American family” - family is defined as “a group consisting of parents and children living together in a household” - to the word “great American dynasty” - dynasty is defined as “a line of hereditary rulers of a country.” I find this specifically interesting because dynasty, unlike family, acknowledges a long lineage of people and decisions that lead to this outcome, as opposed to placing all the responsibility and blame on Rebekah, who only entered the picture at the tail end of this story. The title of Blue Blood has no accountability for the people who were involved with the dynasty before - framing it as if David Harkness didn’t choose to leave his wealth to his lineage, as if Bill Harkness did not choose to marry Rebekah, and as if the wealth Bill inherited wasn’t already diminished by 81.5% from what the family’s original wealth was (as passed down from David Harkness to Bill’s father).

However, Taylor is changing the narrative here to give Rebekah a more joyful way to be remembered.

Rebekah gave up on the Rhode Island set forever Flew in all the Bitch Pack friends from the city

Rebekah and her fellow debutantes formed a group called the Bitch Pack and were known for causing a scene at parties, doing strip teases on the tables or putting mineral oil in the punch, which acts as a laxative.

Taylor is drawing a parallel here to her famous squad days, when her and her group of girl friends were constantly under fire from the internet/press.

Filled the pool with champagne and swam with the big names

Rumor has it that Rebekah cleaned her pool with Dom Perignon. Being a socialite and one of the richest women in America, she frequently kept high profile/famous/successful company - hence the “big names”. Stories of her involve J.D. Salinger, Alvin Ailey, and Andy Warhol, to name a few. However, swimming in champaign is also a metaphor or the carefree life of the rich and famous - something that she used in This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things, from Reputation, where Taylor describes a similar scene:

It was so nice throwing big parties

Jumping to the pool from the balcony

Everyone swimming in a champagne sea

And there are no rules when you show up here

Bass beat rattling the chandelier

Feeling so Gatsby for that whole year

Another interesting tidbit is that the house where The Great Gatsby (1974) was filmed is the Rosecliff Mansion in Rhode Island, about 1 hour away from Holiday House.

And blew through the money on the boys and the ballet

Rebekah married twice more after Bill’s death, once in 1961 and once in 1974. As a life long dancer, she spent the majority of her time and energy founding (in 1964) and developing The Harkness Ballet Foundation, which still exists today as The Harkness Foundation for Dance. As part of this endeavor she also established a ballet training school and the Harkness Theater. She paid for everything for the company, from teachers to housing to plastic surgery. The company went on tour and performed at the White House, although it had a generally negative critical reception. At the peak of the company’s success Rebekah abandoned the project and started a different company

And losing on card game bets with Dalí

Although I couldn’t find anything specifically referencing a card game, Rebekah was good friends with Salvadore Dali. Here they are pictured holding a press conference together.

A portion of Rebekah’s ashes are in a $250,000 urn created by Dali called “The Chalice of Life”. The urn was designed to spin, so that Rebekah could always be dancing.

And they said "There goes the last great American dynasty" Who knows, if she never showed up, what could've been There goes the most shameless woman this town has ever seen She had a marvelous time ruining everything They say she was seen on occasion Pacing the rocks staring out at the midnight sea And in a feud with her neighbor She stole his dog and dyed it key lime green

According to the NYTimes, Rebekah dyed her neighbors cat green

Fifty years is a long time Holiday House sat quietly on that beach Free of women with madness Their men and bad habits, and then it was bought by me

Weeee the classic Taylor Swift storytelling twist! This is a great flex by Taylor to just casually drop in a reminder that she is a rich woman who has made her own money and can buy whatever she wants. The phrasing of this also let’s us know that the house is no longer free of women (plural, more than one woman) with madness (we’ll hear more about being a mad woman later in the album), their (possessive, something owned or bought) men, and their bad habits (bearding?). Taylor is admitting to having all of these things. Who knows, if I never showed up what could've been There goes the loudest woman this town has ever seen I had a marvelous time ruining everything I had a marvelous time Ruining everything A marvelous time Ruining everything A marvelous time I had a marvelous time

This makes me think of the line at the end of Miss Americana - “Sorry I was loud in my house. That I bought. With the songs that I wrote about my life.”

Taylor, like Rebekah, is used to being blamed for everything and causing a scene. Even her purchase of Holiday House caused considerable backlash and commotion - with the governor creating a tax in 2015 (two years after Taylor purchased the house) called the “Taylor Swift tax” on homes worth over $1M dollars - something that affected many people in Rhode Island, especially those with large houses and vacation homes. All Taylor did was buy a house to live in (with her money, that she got from writing songs about her life), and she was immediately brought under fire.

However, like she did with Rebekah’s story, Taylor is flipping that narrative and focusing on how much fun she is having instead.

#last great american dynasty #the last great american dynasty #folklore #taylor swift #rebekah harkness

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