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#he comes back completely confident that he’s doing the right thing (maybe not fully but ‘fake it til you make it’ is a good strategy)
avianyuh · 4 months
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S.Coups/Choi Seungcheol as a boyfriend
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He would be so much fun
I think he'd love to go out to different restaurants with you
Or take you to the studio and have you hear his lyrics
Maybe even take you to the gym with him lol
You'd be Kkuma's other parent
Most likely, you'd watch over Kkuma while he was away on tour
Anyways, Cheol would be so protective over you
He's like that with the boys, so imagine being his partner
You ARE his baby
Somebody messed with you?
You will frequently be hearing, "Do I have to make a visit to someone?"
You're cold?
"Take my jacket! Do you want me to look for a nearby store, I'll buy you a new one?"
"No Cheol, I'm fine"
"No I really will, I'm ordering one right now for next time"
This man!
Most likely, he'd introduce you to either Jeonghan, Shua or Woozi first.
Reason I say Woozi is becuase they've known each other for so long, I'm sure he values Woozi's opinion
But with Seungcheol, I don't think he needs his members opinion when it comes to you
Mainly because he'd only introduce you to the members if he was serious about you
So I see him confiding in those three in the early stages of your relationship, not really when he's sure of you
When you're in the car, he drives with one hand, so his other hand is placed on your thigh
UGH
It's so hot
And no this is not made up, I have photo evidence that this man drives with one hand
Shexy Shtuff
Defo the type to 'wait it out' lmao
He wouldn't want you to feel used or anything
So during the first year, even if YOU wanted to have sex, he'd probably be like, "Uh, let's just wait"
I think he'd want to fully get to know you first
But when he feels like you're completely committed to him and vice versa
It's all free real estate
GIRL-
Woo
He's a switch
I said what I said
Yeah, he's a total daddy dom
But I think Seungcheol would like to be taken care of sometimes
Probably more submissive when he's tired but still in the mood for sex
And like I said, once he's committed, free real estate
This man will come home horny
Constantly ready to go
Especially after the gym when he's all sweaty
You jump him every time he comes home from the gym
Back to regularly scheduled programming:
He wants kids, and loves to talk about your future
How many kids you want
When you should start your family
One of his favorites things to do in your relationship is lay in bed, your head on his chest, him caressing your hair, staring up at the ceiling
And just talking about the future
What you both want in life
It's his way of making your relationship feel like you're still in the honeymoon phase.
Anyways...
Cheol would be a committed man to you
Gives the sweetest kisses
The type to kiss you all over your face when he sees you
Hypes you up with everything you do
Awkward and adroable
Choi Seungcheol,
SVT's dad
Your daddy ;)
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{A/N; I told y'all I would write the coups headcanon. I literally cried watching him give the acceptance speech at MAMA lol, he looks like he's recovering well! BTW, if you have any requests, plz send them in, it seems like I only get BTS requests? Funny cuz I used to only get NCT requests and now it's completely switched. I kinda miss my NCT requests lol, if you have anything you want plz send it in! I've also been writing for some second gen idols (not published yet)
second gen idol fics are lacking on tumblr for some reason?...but that's another story
Anyways hope you enjoyed, mwah💋}
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stararch4ngelqueen · 4 months
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A Compromise
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Time Written - 12:44 p.m
Jason Todd/pregnantfem!reader
(Again, if you don’t like how rugged he looks, bite me)
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“Y’know, sometimes you stink when you come back,” you say, making him both aware of your presence behind him, attempting some form of amusement to break the ice.
His fingers halt on the buckles on his gun harness upon hearing your voice, his back facing the doorway from where he sat on the bed. He doesn’t turn around, not moving in response to what you say. You hadn’t spoken much to him since the night before, and this is what you say?
Of course he knows he stinks. After every patrol, he reeks of wet dirt, filthy water from putrid puddles lining the alleyways, and blood. Or something similar with a rusty, metallic tinge, and that’s not exactly a clean scent.
Jason halted his actions, not sure how to answer that. Sure, maybe he’s not all that hygienic when he’s out on a mission, but that’s a normal thing right? That’s what he comes home for, for nice hot showers and time with his girl.
He grumbles silently to himself, knowing you only make such comments to annoy him. Given the tension between you both was a still little rough, maybe you weren’t as angry as before, given how you started talking to him again.
“Do I? Only sometimes?” He sounds oh so surprised whilst peeking a glance over his shoulder, a sheepish grin playing across his face. One that he couldn’t hold back when he sees you there, all ready for bed while he was gearing up for ‘work.’
“More like all the time, right?” he adds, his tone dripping with a light hint of sarcasm as he pulled his gloves on.
“A good eighty percent,” You muster up another comment, your fingers fiddling with your shirt.
"Eighty, Doll?" He sighs heavily, his arm crossed over his chest in mock distress over this. How he was choosing to act this way slightly caught you by surprise, given you had limited view of what he was doing.
Of course he wouldn’t admit it yet, but he had missed the way you would tease him about variously stupid things—your attitude was what he really enjoyed the most about you.
“So you’re saying I don’t smell about two out of ten times?” he counters confidently, gazing up as if in deep thought. “Not a horrible percentage. Not great though, either.”
A faint tongue click erupted from the front door, causing a tickle in the corner of his lip.
"Why not just say I always stink, huh?" he asks, his tone slightly playful, a faint smile growing his face.
"I guess I could take a bath, but.." Jason trails off, exaggerating his shrugging shoulders. "You do know I'm a guy, right? Baths aren't my thing."
You then scoff, rolling your eyes after his little arrogant display. How does Jason manage to be so frustrating with his undivided attempt at cocky humor?
“Sure, whatever.” You mumble, lightly settling a hand on your protruding stomach.
Jason stood from his perch on the edge of the bed, fully taking in your slouched stance along the doorway. Fresh out of a shower, hair styled for sleep, wearing a purposefully oversized shirt to accommodate your expanding bump you mindlessly nestled along your palm.
He sighs, unable to help feeling a little more guilty by the second. His gaze lingered along your bump, slightly chewing on the inner corner of his cheek.
“Fine, Fine. When I get back I’ll go take a damn bath.” He groans as if it’s a massive chore thrown on his shoulders while reaching for his jacket. “But only because you asked.”
“Jason,” you gruff, watching him put on another sly grin before adjusting the rest of his uniform, tugging his jacket over his shoulders.
"And I still think baths aren't necessary. Showers? Sure, soaps are a necessity. But baths? Complete waste of time."
“That’s not what I’m—“ you start, but ultimately stop and sigh.
His unnecessary ranting just proved he was sidetracking off the topic that hung over both your heads. The reason you both yelled at each other the entire night before he vanished from your sight. The reason you were left in an empty house until his usual return around six in the morning, but even then silence was the main music that filled the space.
Safety; the whole topic had been about Jason’s safety.
He knows you’re concerned every day he heads out the door each night. He knows you want him to be safe, or as safe as he can possibly manage whilst carrying two guns and a plethora of hidden knives on his person.
He remembers being so frustrated, so damn angry, though he even wasn’t sure what had brought it on. You weren’t even hostile when you sat down with him to talk about it, never raised your voice once until he did it first.
He remembered how much he wanted to make you understand that he has to be out there. Very very few people in Gotham do what Jason does, but truly, no one does exactly what he does.
Straightening yourself, you glance off to the side, fighting back an irritating groan before sighing in defeat.
“Look Jay, I’m not gonna push it.” You look him in the eyes, taking your genuine, honest approach, just like you had done before all hell had broken loose. “Just understand, I just want you to be more careful, okay? That’s all I wanted.”
Doing what he does never guarantees he comes home unscathed. His sides still ached from deep bruises along his ribs, a gash along his back was still tightly shut with dissolvable stitches. The clean cut along his lower right cheek was still secured with butterfly bandaids.
You only suggested he stayed home to rest. To recover, to heal. You never called him weak, though he was weak minded to take your words the wrong way.
“No, I get it,” Jason mumbles, his brow furling as he approaches, heavy combat boots creaking against the floor. “You’re right. About all of it.”
He wasn’t ashamed to admit it, despite the conflict rattling in his brain. It’s not just them anymore. The two of you’ve come so far together, your biggest worry was the two of you not being on the same page.
Jason moves a hand towards your stomach, gently rubbing his palm around the most precious part of of your body.
All he just wants is for you to understand that he’s not the same Jason he was all those years ago, not the Jason you remember. Not the man who allowed his anger to slaughter crime lords and take a role into a drug ring.
He’s much better than that. He struggles, yes, but he tries.
“I just want you and the baby to be safe,” He states, watching your brows soften with a slow nod.
“I know you do.” You whisper with understandable certainty. Not once did that doubt ever cross your mind, and it never will.
He can’t help but smile, his forehead resting against yours. So close together that your noses touch.
Now, last night feels like an eternity ago. Jason didn’t storm out of the house with a bubbling bottle of unfit rage, you didn’t cling to your phone and have trouble sleeping over his whereabouts throughout the night.
“You worry about me, babe. I appreciate that more than you can know.” He murmurs, exhaling softly through his nose. “But this is … think about this being another way I can take care of you. Of us, alright?”
You blink, swallowing slowly before nodding in acceptance. Your eyes flutter, the bottom of your throat slightly burning, but you maintain your composure.
Jason was going to keep doing what he does; continue being Red Hood, continue keeping you safe. That’s just the way it was going to have to be, even after the baby becomes a babbling bundle in your arms.
“You could just stay here tonight at least. Hang out with us instead,” you casually insist, raising a hand to stroke his uninjured cheek. “We can order in pizza, find something on Netflix. Cuddle under a thousand sherpa blankets.”
Jason exhales, tilting his head back with closed eyes.
What he would give to drop it all and commit to such a tempting suggestion. Really, he would.
If what he did wasn’t do damn important, if they didn’t live in such a crooked city, taking up your offer would be a lot better than a chest of ten grand abandoned on the street.
“Another time, princess. I can always make it up to you.” He smiles back down at you, settling both hands on each side of your hips.
“How do I smell, by the way?” he questions. “Because if I smell so bad you aren’t going to kiss me.”
Your response was to smile and playfully shove his shoulder, only for his hands to hold you closer, fingers squeezing your plush body.
“That’s mean, Mister Todd.”
He laughs, slowly leading to a snicker. “Don’t deny it—I know you.”
His voice lowers towards the end of his sentence, leaning closer to kiss you. With an additional squeeze, Jason feels your arms lock around the back of his neck in a warm embrace.
Your soft bump lightly pressed against his lower waist, nudging against the buckle of his gear belt. In a few more months, their growing baby would be putting physical distance between them, resorting in him picturing more intimate methods he could hug you as closely as possible.
A emphasizing reminder of his priorities for fighting crime nearly almost every night.
“I’m thinking it’ll be a boy,” you whisper, watching his head lower to settle against your shoulder, his gaze trailing straight down in between your bodies.
“Think he’ll wanna take after me?” He asks, heavy lidded eyes flickering up towards yours in question.
“Well, boy or girl, I would hope they have your eyes,” you reply, enjoying the warmth and comfort of him against you. Just having him close made your heartbeat relax, having you feel nearly good about life. Just for a minute.
“In attitude? I would absolutely think so.”
Jason smiles, returning his attention back towards your bump. He tries to make that thought more comforting, but he’s nervous and tense just as you are at the end of the day.
He hopes they turn out as warm as you are. Warm, comforting, happy and safe. A safety Jason adores every single time he comes back to you, a comfort that made him regret leaving you alone the other night.
You’re his weakness, and he knows it.
“You can make it up by bringing back pizza.” You suggest, hearing him snort.
“Doll, What kind of pizza place is open at five?”
You purse your lips. Valid point.
“I guess Benny’s will work,” you mumble, hands trailing over his shoulders. “Or you’re not allowed back in the house.”
A short smirk invades Jason’s face. He had to come home with a maple sausage breakfast sandwich from a local diner, or face the wrath of locked doors and windows.
Luckily for him, Benny’s opens at five in the morning. Four on weekends.
Jason exaggerates another exhale through his nose, thankful he didn’t slip on his mask as he spares a kiss on your right temple. Whatever you want, even if it was the keys to the Batmobile or the rights to a planet, it’s yours, as long as he gets to come home to you.
“I gotcha, mama.”
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sky-is-the-limit · 7 months
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+18/ AFAB!reader x Captain John Price.
Disclaimer: I'm not a writer, if you are, feel free to write this!
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If there's one manspreader amongst the CoD characters, that is Captain John Price and I take no other answers. This man walks like it's heavy, the confidence that he oozes? The years of experience? I don't care what big masked man you have in mind, the second Price walks into a room, everyone shuts the fuck up and waits for him to talk first.
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Even the sight of him makes your thighs press together in a failed attempt to calm yourself down, feeling your folds soak up, the new pair of undies that you picked this morning already ruined to solely the sound of his voice.
You can't help but wonder if he knows or if he at least suspects the undeniable attraction you feel for him, everyone else sees it. The curious looks you get every time they all leave the room but you always have to stay behind, confirm it. Sometimes you feel like it's mutual, the way he always asks for you to stay a little longer so you can go over the paperwork together, wanting to know how your weekend was.
He always wants to know the details, could it be the sound of your voice or curiosity eating him alive that you could have someone waiting for you when you're not wearing this uniform. It has come to the point where it's unbearable to even be so close to him. Whenever he hands you over the documents, his fingers lingering a bit longer as they touch yours, eyes observing you closely, trailing from your eyes to your neckline and back.
He has to know, right? Is it your desperate delusions or the fact that he asks for you to read out loud the last reports so you stay a little longer with him. It could be loneliness, you know how a man like him gets to spend most of his nights, alone in the cold room here at the base or getting drunk at the nearest pub, watching people come and go yet never building up the courage to leave with someone. Why is it always you he asks for? If it's just a dumb coincidence that your mind turns into suspicion, why is it always your name coming out of his lips like a desperate need?
Maybe it's the way he purposely asks of you to repeat the same sentence, sometimes twice cause he knows that you'll obey no questions asked. No matter how many reports you have learned by heart at this point cause you know you have his undivided attention, eyes stuck on your lips as meaningless words come out of it, only unspoken desires between the two of you.
The way he sits on that wooden chair, his muscular thighs open wide as he leans back, arms crossed over he chest like he has zero responsibilities in the world, nothing else that matters other than you in that moment. Is it your imagination or does he always pull the chair far away from the desk so you can have the full picture? He's not the most expressive man when it comes to his personal feelings, especially when dealing with someone under his command but the way his stoic manner shifts when he catches your eyes linger a little longer on his thighs.. That's when it changes.
That's when he knows he's fully in control. That a single word from his lips could make you do all the inappropriate thoughts clouding up his mind every time you stand in front of him. He has to know.
"Come closer private, you're barely just mumbling and I can't hear a damn thing." Excuses. Your voice is loud and clear. It's like the cat playing with the mouse, a predator messing with it's prey before it grabs it between it's teeth and swallows it whole. John Price is a patient man. With every mission, every colleague, every obstacle in his way. He knows how to form the best strategy, how to win the enemy, how to complete a mission but right now his well-known patience is running thin.
You can tell from the way his lip part when you nod to his overused command, never asking why, never complaining or even daring to raise your gaze to meet his. Pure submission to his every instruction that makes his imagination run wild. The way his fingers tightly grip onto his biceps when you step closer to his desk, barely blinking like he doesn't want to miss a second from the way your hips sway, your teeth sinking down onto your bottom lip as you hesitantly approach him. Yeah he's a patient man but not a saint.
"Again, private." A slight smirk forms onto his lips when he asks you once again to repeat the last sentence you were reading out. God, it must be a pathetic sight, the way you would never accept this type of sadistic behavior from anyone else but would spend hours and hours repeating the same words if it meant that you'd feel his presence so close.
The smell of his cologne mixed with the scent of smoke intoxicating your brain as you take a moment to take it all in. How would he react if he knew that this familiar scent is your only companion at night when you lay naked in your bed, fingers caressing your clit softly while thinking intensely of your Captain. How his repetitive commands obtain a different meaning when you bring your other hand up to your mouth, sucking on your own fingers before trailing them down to your nipples, feeling the sensation taking over your body while his voice is playing over and over again in your head. "Again, private." Wishing it was his fingers slowly making their way down to your entrance, covered in the outcome of his bare existence. "Again, again, again."
"Eyes up here, sweetheart." Fuck. The recall of your lonely memories cut short as you come back to reality, blinking a few times before you realise that your eyes were stuck on his thighs the entire time. You slowly gulp the saliva that gathered into your mouth from your filthy thoughts, hesitantly trailing your eyes back to meet his. You feel your skin on fire, the blood rushing up to your cheeks as your heart is pounding rapidly in your chest. If it was anyone else, you'd feel ashamed, embarrassed that you were caught staring so desperately at your superior but not him. Not to the sight in front of you.
His head is titled to the side, his form unchanged as if he was waiting for this to happen, waiting for when your eyes would finally drift from that unimportant paper to him. The gaze of a touched starved man who has finally run out of patience making you freeze into place. The prey was finally caught and.. Oh, he definitely knows.
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talaok · 10 months
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hi bestie, hope you’re doing good <3 can i request something please? hear me out on this one aaaa
pedro and actress!reader are co-stars and there’s a pool table around one of their sets, she mentioned that she doesn’t know how to play pool and he gladly makes it his mission to teach her how to play pool and she’s frustrated because he smells so good and he keeps whispering praises into her ear while he has her bent over the table LWIDJFNRNRMD and then they end up fucking back in her room hehe
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Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader
Summary: a hot pool lesson with Pedro
Warnings: a bunch of shameless flirting, tension, dirty talk, and an obscene amount of pet-names, but no smut bc for some reason I've found I don't want to write smut for Pedro
a/n: girl...that's so fucking hot
"what!?" 
you laughed softly "I'm sorry alright, I've just never played!"
"not even once?"
"nope"
"what do you do when you go to a bar?"
"I drink?" 
He huffs a laugh "that's unbelievable"
"Maybe it's more a thing of your generation..." you teased, cocking a brow.
"oh yeah? You're saying I know how to play pool just 'cause I'm old, sweetheart?"
You bit down a grin "I didn't say anything, it was all you"
"mh-mh" he hummed amusedly, taking a step to get in front of you.
His broad figure towered over you completely.
"Well I won't have any of that, a pretty lady like you needs to know how to play"
"is that right?" you smiled
"Absolutely" he nodded, a smug smirk tugging at his lips "and you're in luck... I happen to be a very good teacher"
You laughed softy "I would have betted you were. You have a lot of expertise?" you said, fully aware of the suggestive undertone of your words. 
He bit his lower lip, his eyes boring into yours "I sure do, sugar" 
You had played with fire and now your cheeks regretted it, as a pink tint flowed to them.
"so what do you say we get a drink somewhere and I teach you a thing or two when we're done here?"
"I'd like that" you nodded a shy smile on your lips.
"It's decided then" he winked, as someone called for him " you better start getting your face game on sweetheart"
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With a quick call, you found out the bar just in front of your hotel had a pool table, so as you had decided, once you had both finished for the day, at around six, you made your way there.
You felt a slight buzz of anxiety the whole day. This wasn't the first time you hung out alone, and it's not like you didn't like it, or him, hell, that was probably the problem, you liked this idea a bit too much, and were concerned with the possible consequences of what precisely that excitement could have brought.
But still, as you sipped on your wine, watching him set up all you needed to play, you had never felt so at ease.
He was always able to do that, just his presence soothed you.
"Alright," he said, standing up after having racked up the balls with a triangle thingy "We're set up," he said, handing you your stick.
"alright then professor, how does this work?" you asked playfully, causing him to grin.
"ok so first of all one of us has to break"
you frowned, confused "as in..."
"right" he smiled "The break it's the first shot, if you make a ball into a pocket, you claim that type for the rest of the game"
"ok" you nodded, feigning confidence. You already knew you were gonna be shit at this.
"You wanna try to break?" he asked, 
"Uhm, sure, but I think first you gotta tell me how to use this thing" you laughed softly, eyeing the wooden stick in your hand.
"Ok, first of all, that thing is called a cue," he said "and don't worry I'll guide you through it, sugar" he reassured you.
"Alright," you spoke softly "so what do I do?"
"ok, so first of all you bend over the table," he said, and you couldn't help but laugh a little.
"you're not even gonna buy me dinner first?" you joked, doing what he had instructed.
You heard the warm sound of his deep chuckle behind you "You have a dirty mind sweetheart" he shook his head, coming to stand behind you as you bent over. 
"ok, now try to aim for the center of the triangle with your cue"
"you tried but you quickly came to a realization "Pedro I have no idea how to hold this" You smiled
"that's not so bad" he spoke, eyeing your grip, "but here," he said, one of his hands guiding your fingers around the stick "that's better, you have to hold on to it tightly ok?" he said, and you nodded "while for this hand..." he trailed off, taking your left hand in his and positioning it how you were supposed to on the table "you have to hold it like this so that you can aim " he murmured.
His whole body was pressed against yours, his scent was intoxicating if not poisoning, and you could feel the warmth of his body as it followed the shape of yours.
Your heart started beating faster, and you had to bite your lip
“Try making a shot” he murmured again
“O-ok” you stuttered, mainly focusing on not moving any part of your body because that would have meant doing so against his.
You tried taking a shot, and as you could have probably predicted, failed miserably.
The ball didn’t even graze the other ones.
You laughed softly “shit”
He chuckled, the soft vibrations of his voice traveling straight to your ear “Don’t beat yourself up, it's your first time after all” he spoke, retrieving the ball before getting back to his previous position, his body and arms stretched out to guide yours.
God, was he distracting.
"ok now try again" he whispered gently, his hands leaving yours temporarily to move some hair out of your face. You blushed as your breathing quickened "You can do it sugar, try taking a deep breath"
That's easier said than done.
You tried nonetheless, attempting to clear your mind and trying again.
"that's it," Pedro smiled "That's a good girl"
fuckshitfuck
As embarrassing as it sounds, you could feel your panties grow wetter.
But I mean, did he have to whisper that into your ear? Not that you were complaining it's just... you weren't much of a fan of having all the oxygen taken out of your body with just two words.
He must have noticed something was wrong because he asked "You ok, sweetheart?"
"y-yeah, sorry" you smiled your tension away "So what happens now?"
he leaned up and took a step away from you, retrieving his own cue.
"now since you claimed the stripes balls," he said, taking the one you had made into a pocket out "I'm gonna play to make the other ones"
"ok" You nodded, "show me how it's done then, professor"
He analyzed the table before positioning himself to make a shot.
He glanced at you as he was in position "Ready?" he asked
"oh I'm ready" you teased.
He made the shot and made two balls like it was nothing.
"show-off" you joked, your lips pulling into a smile "So what now? You go again?"
He raised himself, his eyes locked on yours "Usually yes, but I want to help you out here, so why don't you go again?"
"fine, but not because I need your help" you clarified, deciding on what ball to aim to and bending down in position.
"you're already better" he spoke, his voice suddenly deeper as he got behind you once again, this time his hands finding your waist.
You had to hold your breath.
"c'mon, sweetheart, show me what you've learned" 
"is my grip right?" you asked, half (actually fully) hoping he would get closer to you.
"let's see" he granted your wish, bending down to you "That's really good sugar, you're a natural"
"you're just saying that" you chuckled
"no, you're real good at this," he said "Now try again, c'mon"
You set your fingers how he'd taught you and were rewarded with a sultry "That's it, sweetheart, that's perfect"
His breath was fanning over your neck but you somehow managed to make the shot.
"atta girl, if you keep going like that you might just beat me" 
"might?" you forced yourself to act as if you weren't about to combust "I don't think there's any doubt I'm gonna do that"
He chuckled, his thumbs absentmindedly stroking your sides "You keep dreaming" he mocked "Now let's see if you can do that again" he challenged.
You turned your head to the side, finding his just inches away.
Once again, your heart took a toll.
Whatever you wanted to say, had flown out of your head.
The only thought in your mind was: God how I want to kiss him.
You had never admitted it, but I guess this was as good a time as any.
"go on angel, show me" he nodded
You obliged, getting back to the game but having to bite your lip to prevent your heavy breathing.
You once again relished the feeling of him so very close to you, and just as you did... an idea came to mind.
So what if I...
As you aimed for a ball, you let your body move with you, more precisely, you let your ass stretch out a bit, casually finding Pedro's crotch.
He cleared his throat, and you bit down a whimper at the feeling.
"sorry" you murmured, pretending to be still focused on the game.
"it's nothing sweetheart" he reassured you, his hands still on you.
"is this good?" you asked innocently as you grinded on him again, nodding to the way you were placing your fingers.
"fuc- Yeah," he said, his voice more strained "Yeah that's perfect sugar, just like that, you're doing really good"
"really?" you asked, moving your ass against him again.
You were determined to break him. And you did.
You had to admit it had been easier than you'd expected.
His hold on your waist got tighter "you might want to stop doing that" he whispered to your ear, spreading goosebumps all over you
"do what?" you asked naively
He chuckled softly
"You're gonna get me in trouble sugar"
"Why is that?" you said, turning to him.
He paused a moment, as if he was pondering if he should have told the truth.
"I wouldn't want to have to fuck you right here on this table" he spoke calmly as if he hadn't just said what he said, "what would all these people think?"
you bit your lip, stifling a whimper "I didn't take you for one to care about that type of thing"
"I'm not, trust me there's nothing I'd like more than to slide your pretty panties to the side and thrust into you right now, but I'm sure a lady like you wouldn't like that"
you smiled "You know me well," you said, leaning closer to him "So what do you say we go back to my hotel room?"
An incredibly wide smile tugged at his lips "I was hoping you would say that"
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Unspoken tension ahead of Charlie Work, a wound left open in Family Fight
The Production Order (the order in which the episodes are written) always seems of some value to me in Sunny, but 10 I find especially substantial. With half of the scripts of the season written by RCG, 4 are back-to-back (with their 5th one, Psycho Pete, being 2nd in order).
The run begins after The Gang Spies like U.S. Going off that into Charlie Work, as opposed to into that off Charlie Work, paints a very different narrative for the timeline.
We leave the reveal that Mac and Dennis are jerking off together into an episode that starts with high tension between Mac and Dennis. Dennis is frustrated that Mac isn't being direct, won't look him in the eyes, he's avoidant, timid. That's interesting, because Mac isn't usually any of those things, he's direct and abrupt and loud. Off 9, fully establishing Mac is gay, juxtaposing his closeted behaviour to Country Mac's openness, 10 focuses hard on the fact that Mac's confidence is continually battered as he refuses to step out of the closet. The Gang is tired of it, but Dennis is frustrated. His words maybe cut even deeper than the scratch, "Come to me like a man. Talk about being tough all the time, can't even look me in the eyes."
We leave CW and go into Family Fight, written right after, also by RCG. This episode has big focus on Dennis' obsession with public perception of himself, and the Gang. Though he can initially handle masking his demeanor, his tone of voice, what he can't mask are his words. He's smiling, he's 'joking', but there's deep truth in what he’s saying. He's frustrated, though his frustration in the moment is intended for Frank, Mac feels it directed at him. There's a fresh wound between them, because Mac fully understands what his feelings for Dennis are now, and that’s irreparably shifted their dynamic.
Misses the Boat is the last RCG-written episode of the season. From Charlie Work, where we’re kinda first faced with the fact that Mac is now overly-concerned with how Dennis perceives him, to Family Fight, where Dennis' masks slip completely and he has a public breakdown, they both veer hard to straighten themselves. Mac, very quite literally, goes straight, and Dennis resolves that he needs to cut ties to get back to being ‘cool’, he’s going to be a cool guy who has a cool car and hangs out with a babe and is cool.
But what we learn in Misses the Boat is that how they think the world views them, or should view them based on how they believe they present, isn’t who they are. They can’t actually function well in these situations. Dennis, untethered, somehow can’t control his rage as well as he can when he *is tethered* to the Gang. Mac, well, he isn’t straight, and he realises pretending to be into women is miserable.
Dennis gives him the offer: Do you want to go back? (To not addressing it, to a standstill.) And Mac quickly, excitedly takes it. Looping back to where they are in Charlie Work, back to where they settle for too long: Mac, absorbed in himself, clawing for approval from Dennis, and Dennis lashing out, tired of telling Mac what to do.
And I think this is why I love 10 more than anything, it finally addresses the issue the audience knows. With Charlie, Dee, and Frank, too. They’re going nowhere, spiraling in circles because they refuse to address the roots of their issues, and Misses the Boat makes them, themselves, fully aware of that fact. They’re miserable together, but they’re worse off alone. And they go into 11 and beyond knowing this, and all kind of resenting each other for it, until 14. Where they acknowledge it again, and decide they’re going to keep playing the game even though it’s set.
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apothe-roses · 9 months
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I Wanna Ride
modern Aemond Targaryen x reader
Part 1
Summary: After finally getting your hands on a ‘dragon’, you find yourself needing help with repairs. Enter hot yet rude mechanic Aemond Targaryen
Fic contains: swearing, Aemond beings prick, I think that’s it?
A/N: I’ve been sitting on this fic for weeks and am finally ready to post it. I tried to use the right terminology, but I know fuck-all about biker culture so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hope you enjoy!
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“No fucking way.”
Alysanne Blackwood turns and looks at you, mouth agape. “You actually got one.” You smile back at her, practically vibrating with excitement.
“I know. I didn’t fully believe it myself til I saw her in person.” The ‘her’ in question was a beat-up white motorcycle that was currently sitting in your workshop, but this wasn’t just any old bike. No. This was a dragon. The top of the line. Even non-bikers knew a thing or two about dragons. Made by Targaryen Corp., these beauties were prized for their powerful engines, speed, and endurance. The model you picked up was a Meraxes—one of the earlier models that has since been retired.
“I never thought you’d actually pluck up the nerve to buy a bike for yourself. Much less a dragon.”
“You know I’ve always wanted to learn to ride,” you tell her.
“Yeah, but you never acted on that. Well, ‘til now,” Aly quips.
“I already know more than enough about bikes,” you assert.
“Fixing a dragon and riding one are two completely different things.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t do both.”
“We’ll see,” Aly laughs. You smile back, shoving her playfully.
That had been six months ago. You were so close to being ready, but you'd hit a roadblock in her repairs. No matter what, you just couldn't get the transmission to run the way you wanted it to.
"If you stare at that engine for much longer, it's gonna burst into flames," Alysanne muses. You look over your shoulder and shoot her a glare. She only giggles at you, hopping off the workbench she was sitting on.
"You know, there's nothing wrong with needing help every once in a while," she says.
“I know,” you sigh back. “It’s just…”
“Too stubborn to admit defeat?” she teases.
“No!” you answer back a little too quickly.
“Maybe,” you mutter, turning your gaze towards the floor. “It’s also the money.” Mechanics who worked on older bikes were hard to come by in your area, and the ones that were in the area charged an arm and a leg for their services.
"Listen, I know just the place for you to go. There’s this one place Cregan loves to frequent. He swears up and down they're the best in town. I’ve met the owners several times, and they’re trustworthy. One of them even specializes in older bikes like this gal right here," she pats one of Meraxes's handlebars. That piques your interest. You knew Aly’s boyfriend was a man of his work, so this place must be good if he says so.
“And will this specialist leave me up to my ears in debt?”
“They’re pretty far when it comes to prices for service. Plus, you can always come to me if you’re short a few bucks,” Aly replies, going to grab her phone. You grimace at the thought. You love Aly and appreciate her generosity, but you don’t like the idea of inconveniencing herself to help you (even if she comes from a rich family). Aly walked back over to you, phone in hand.
“Do you want your bike fixed, or are you gonna stay stuck at a dead end for who knows how long?”
You look at her phone, open to the Contacts app, then back at your bike. You let out a sigh.
“What’s the name?”
That's how you found yourself pulling up to Green Auto Shop in the passenger seat of Aly’s pickup truck, your precious Meraxes securely tied down in the back. It was a rather unassuming garage located not far from Blackwater Bay. Alysanne looks over at you from the driver’s seat. "Don't judge a book by its cover," she says, undoing her seatbelt and opening her door.
You scramble to follow her as she walks confidently into one of the garages. You see a pair of legs sticking out from beneath an old car. Music blares in the background mixed with the sound of metal on metal.
"Egg," Aly shouts over the ruckus. "You've got company." The man working under the car slides out, giving Aly a bright smile. You can't help but gape as Aegon fucking Targaryen walks over to greet the two of you. You've heard and seen a lot about the eldest son of Viserys Targaryen. He has quite the reputation for drinking and partying, but the Sunfyre—a model he masterminded—is one of the company's most popular. In all the photos you've seen of him, he always looked sullen and hungover, a far cry from the relaxed and cheerful man before you.
"Aye, it's Cregan's girl, "he greets, wiping his hands off on a dirty rag. His gaze shifts to you, giving a quick once-over. “And who is this?” He asks flirtatiously while sauntering over to you. “Hi, I’m Aegon,” he holds a mostly clean hand out.
“She’s my friend,” Alysanne replies, pushing her way between the two of you. “And she’s here to see your brother, not you. She’s having trouble with her bike and could really use his help.”
Aegon pouts and puts his hand over his heart. “You don’t trust me, Aly? I’m wounded.” He rubs his hands together, walking out to the pickup. “Now let’s see what my little bro’s got to work with.” Without waiting for permission, he hops into the truck bed and whistles at the bike.
“Never thought I’d see a Meraxes in person again. Aem’s gonna have a field day with this beauty.” Aly grabs his pant leg and gives it a tug. “Off,” she orders. He hops back onto the pavement, his hands raised in mock surrender.
“Where is your cryptid brother? It feels like he’s never here,” Aly asks.
“You just missed him. He went to grab lunch,” Aegon responds. “He’ll be gone a while, but we can talk pricing in the office?” He leads the two of you back into the garage, to a small office off to the side. As you feared, the service would be quite expensive, but Aegon set you up with a payment plan. That put you at ease a bit. You’re also worried about the fact that you haven’t met the person who will actually be working on your bike. You voice your concerns to Aly over burgers that evening.
“Aemond isn’t…the best with people, but what he lacks in people skills he makes up for in his work. Cregan claims he’s a miracle worker after he fixed his Direwolf following a gnarly crash,” Aly reaches across the table and gives your hand a squeeze. ��Trust me, your baby’s in good hands.”
About a week later, you borrow Aly’s truck to swing by the garage and check on your bike. One of the doors was up, but Aegon was nowhere to be found. You wondered if he left the garage open by mistake, but you could hear noises coming from in the garage.
You tentatively walk to the entrance and peek inside. Your Meraxes was propped in the bay where you’d left it. Someone was kneeling in front of it, clearly at work. His back was turned, so all you could see was his back and the long, silver hair pulled into a bun at the nape of his neck.
So this must be the elusive Aemond. You knew significantly less about him than you did his other siblings. Him attending public events was rare, and taking photos at said events was rarer.
Cryptid indeed.
You take a tentative step into the garage. He doesn’t notice you approaching, completely engrossed by the bike.
“Um, hello,” you say shyly. He goes rigid, the wrench falling from his grasp. He turns to look at you, and your brain shuts down. You fully expected some kind of Quasimodo-looking guy based on how everyone described Aemond. But this man looked like a Greek statue come to life.
From his nose to his cheekbones to even his lips, he was all sharp angles. One of his eyes was covered by a simple black path. The other was a soft blue, almost periwinkle. The coveralls he’s wearing are unzipped down to his navel, showing the dirty white singlet underneath.
“Can I help you?” He asks briskly, rising to his feet and snapping you out of your daze.
You’re taken aback by his bluntness, a far cry from Aegon’s relaxed demeanor.
“Yeah…I’m here to pick up my bike,” you reply, indicating to the bike behind him.
He gives you a small ‘hmm’ and grabs a rag to wipe his hands. Your gaze is drawn to his long, elegant fingers and the prominent veins that trail down from his arms.
“Your transmission clip was loose,” he explains curtly. “Had to replace it.”
He walks over to the bike, swings a leg over, and starts her up. The engine revs without a problem.
“Crazy how something so small can cause such a large problem,” you say. He once again doesn’t respond, only kills the engine and moves away from the bike. An uncomfortable silence falls between the two of you.
“Sooo…how many of these older bikes do you usually—“
“I need to get back to work. You can talk to Aegon about payment and such. He’s in the back,” Aemond interjects, turning and walking away from you. Your mouth falls open, eyebrows raised.
“O-okay. I was just trying to make conversation,” you mutter.
“Well, I Don’t have time to ‘make conversation.’ I’ve got work to do,” he replies, back turned.
“Apparently, you Don’t have time for manners either,” you snap back.
Aemond turns to you. “Excuse m-“
“Hey! What’s going on?” Aegon rushes in from a back room. He smiles, but his eyes glance nervously between the two of you. “I see you’ve met my brother.” Aemond casts his gaze towards the ground, giving yet another ‘hmm.’
Unfortunately, you want to tell him. Instead you say, “I can give you the first payment now.”
“Awesome! Let’s handle that in the office, shall we?” Aegon asks, ushering you away without waiting for a response. Not that you needed to give one; you were more than eager to get away from Aegon’s rude brother. You pay Aegon, then the two of you head back into the garage. Aemond is nowhere to be found. Busy my ass, you think, trying not to grimace.
Together, you and Aegon load your Meraxes into the bed of the pickup. When you're done, you both lean against the side. Aegon turns his head to look at you.
“Sorry ‘bout Aemond. He’s not…the best with people. But he’s wicked good at what he does. This shop wouldn’t be running without him.”
You don’t say anything, only giving a small nod in response.
“Hey, if you’re free this weekend, there’s a meet going on near Visenya’s hill. You should come. It’ll be fun,” he explains with a small smile.”Ask Aly about it. She should know all the details.”
“Alright,” you tell him. “I’ll be there.”
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Raph:
When you first start dating he acts pretty shy
Like if you told him a compliment he would shut down and become a stuttering and blushing mess
“I like your shell 😊”
“Y- you like my shell?  I- I mean, thanks!”
He just needs a moment to get used to you two dating
Like maybe a month or two
After those few months he gets more confident
He likes to have nice dates with you where he gets to just hang out with you
Takes you to the park during the night when nobody is there, or goes during the day in a disguise
Will go anywhere on a date with you if you recommend it, just don’t abuse your power please
He likes to kiss you on the forehead
Like if you’re just sitting together he’ll randomly do it
Likes it if you kiss him back on his forehead
Gives the best bear hugs
He’s nice and warm (for a turtle 😒)
If hugging or touching isn’t really your thing he respects your space
Completely fine with PDA
will kiss you any place and any time
If you don’t like PDA he won’t do it
He likes cuddles, but he gets scared he might accidentally hurt you
Please reassure him, I’m begging you, so help me if you don’t 😠
If you reassure him enough he’ll cuddle you more out of random
Will melt if you boop his nose
“Raph, Raph!  Come close I have a surprise”
*Raph bends down to your level*
*boop!*
Is you hype man, no doubt
You wanna start a business?  He’s all for it
Wann start a band?  He’s your biggest fan
Wanna become a streamer?  He’ll watch all of your streams
Anyways, very sweet and supportive boyfriend 10/10
Leo:
When you first start dating he won’t stop flirting with you
But it’ll be a bunch of dumb pick lines that weren’t well thought out
“Come here often?”
“I literally visit you and your brothers almost everyday, Leo 😒”
Takes around two weeks for him to start getting used to dating you
He’ll slow down with the flirting, but won’t fully stop
It’s Leo for crying out loud!
Likes to go to the movies with you
It’s dark so it’s hard to see that he’s a mutant
Likes to go to cafes with you in the Hidden City too
Will randomly kiss you smack dab right on the lips just so he can try to fluster you
“Hey, y/n!”
“Yeah?”
*Kiss*
If you kiss him back he’ll get flustered
Likes to hug you from behind
Like if you’re just standing and doing something he’ll put his ninja skills to use and sneak up behind you and hug you
If he spooks you too much though he’ll stop, don’t worry 😌
Loves PDA
Kisses you in front of his brothers just to annoy them
If you don’t like PDA he’ll be extra lovey dovey in private 😏
Absolutely loves cuddles
He can easily fall asleep while cuddling
Please cuddle him, he has bad insomnia
Just a warning, he won’t let you go
He needs a good two hours
Will randomly poke you for no reason
Even if you protest against it he won’t stop
Don’t take it in a bad way, but will randomly smack your butt (not a hard smack) and run away
*y/n talking to April while standing*
*Leo walking past y/n and smacking their butt and then running away*
“Dude 😐”
Donnie:
When you first start dating he probably tries to impress you a lot
Make inventions just so you can praise him and stuff like that
“Look what I made, y/n!”
“Omg, that’s so cool, Don!”
Takes around four months to get used to dating
He starts to stop trying to impress you a whole bunch, but still does it to a certain extent
Likes to hang out with you will he works on a project of his
Has a chair for you
“I made a chair, just for you, it’s even your favorite color! :)”
Made it himself 😌
He likes to go to cafes in the hidden city with you a lot, like twice a week
You guys are regulars at some cafes
Likes to kiss you on the lips
He doesn’t really do it randomly though
Like he’ll ask in some way before he engages
But it’s always in a weird way
“y/n, perhaps we could partake in the gesture of forming our lips together as couples do if you want.” 
“😐 sorry, what?”
Doesn’t really enjoy hugs that much
He’ll hug you if you ask, but won’t actually do it himself
Not into PDA
He feels like his brothers might tease him
He’ll hold hands with you or lean his head on your shoulder but that’s about it
He doesn’t mind cuddling, but doesn’t necessarily love it
He likes it if you sit on his lap and hug him while he works on something
Or if you sit close to him and lean your head on his shoulder
Likes to lay his head in your lap
He’ll even do it around his brothers
If you’re watching a movie with him and his brothers he’ll do it
Does this weird thing where he just stares you down until you pay attention to him
“Hey, why’s Donnie staring into your soul?”
“Oh, he just does that sometimes.  Probs just wants attention.”
“😟 Should I be concerned?”
Probably stared you down while you were sleeping before because he wanted to show you something
Overall, good boyfriend material :)
Mikey:
When you first start dating it’s kinda awkward between you if you know what I mean
Like he’s still getting used to the whole thing
Only needs a week and a half to adjust
Yes, that time exactly, no questions 😊
Likes going to amusement parks and arcades with you
He just likes fun dates
Went to a hidden city mall with you and got lost
Raph had to go and find you two
Raph was not having it 😔
Likes to peck you on the cheek
Will just randomly do it in the oddest ways
“Hey y/n, I have a secret to tell you!”
“Hmm?”
“I love you!”
*kisses cheek and then leaves*
Always hugging you
Any time that he wants a hug he just goes ahead a does it
*y/n talking to Raph*
*Randomly comes over and hugs you*
“Hey Angelo”
*continues talking to Raph while hugging Mikey*
Enjoys PDA
He likes to hold hands and give you little pecks on cheek or lips
He’ll openly cuddle you infront of his brothers
Won’t do it if you don’t like it though 😊
Absolutely loves cuddling
He likes you to just hold him and talk or take a nap
It’s going to take a long time to stop cuddling though
Like he refuses to let you go over some time
“Hey, where’s y/n?”
“Oh, their cuddling with Mikey over there.”
“HELP ME.”
“Is that normal 😟?”
“Yeah.”
You guys have a lot of inside jokes and stuff
You guys have been known to randomly blurt out a vine or a phrase and start dying of laughter
“y/n, diddly dum.”
*cue hysterical laughter*
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Mingi x reader
synopsis: Some days you have good ideas, other days very dumb ones. Which type is flirting with your boyfriend's colleague so you can be fucked properly afterward?
word count: 2.6k
genre/contains: smut, you’re both attentionwhores, mutual masturbation, dom!mingi, sub!reader, use of “daddy”, established relationship
rating: 18+
a/n: I'm not ok. he's too much for my heart.
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He knew you felt good right now, he had picked out your dress after all. One that hugged your curves just right, and that he knew made your confidence boost itself to a completely new level each time you put in on. However, right now he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of something building up in his mind each time you seemingly purposefully avoided meeting his gaze. Instead, you went right back to a conversation with the other department heads and their significant others. 
Jealousy, he soon understood. It was jealousy, over the way you were laughing and joking with someone else, someone that wasn’t him. Why was all your attention on Yunho, instead of him tonight? 
This just wouldn’t do, he needed your attention fully on him. And he wanted it sooner rather than later he realized as he felt his eyes wandering to where your hand was currently resting on the arm of one of his colleagues, noticing the way the eyes of the man you were conversing with had a hard time controlling themselves. The company dinner chit-chat could be put on hold for a later time, he told himself as he continued watching the way you were flirting with his friend. 
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You had always admired the way Mingi was able to command the room with such ease. It wasn’t every day you were able to see him act like the powerful man he was, however. 
That’s what made days like these so much more special. You loved seeing him take command of a situation, loved knowing that he had everything under control… 
That’s why you had hoped, without knowing exactly how, that today would be one of those rare occasions where he took the power completely, making the world bend to his will until it gave in or snapped completely. Either way, it would listen. 
You had known it was coming, you had felt that fiery gaze of his on you long before you had realized exactly what he must be thinking as you happily laughed at your table neighbors’ jokes. If you had been sitting next to your boyfriend, maybe you wouldn’t have been so quick to let a couple of flirty comments slip from your lips as you casually held onto Yunho's arm, giggling at his horrible tries at making jokes. 
It hadn’t begun as teasing, it really hadn’t. But, once the idea had popped into your mind, your desires had taken the upper hand over your morality quicker than you were able to decide on anything else ever before. 
Mingi had tried keeping the conversation with his table mates going for as long as he could stand watching you flirt with his increasingly flustered coworker. In the end, it was of no use to entertain the meaningless conversations he was in the midst of. No, he was getting tired of the entire thing at this point. 
“Y/n,” he said, his voice deep and dark as it echoed its way across the table all the way to you. The tone of his voice was serious and personal, it made you freeze, your hand lifting off of Yunho's arm without you even registering it happening. “I’m sorry everyone, but I’m getting a bit… tired. It has been great seeing you all, but perhaps we could take a rain check on the second round?” 
His deep tone had loosened up a little as he addressed everyone else at the table, almost fooling you into thinking your little teasing had failed and that you were simply going to go home as if tonight had just been any other night… 
However, you soon discovered that that was not the case. His hand squeezed your waist in a firm grip as you left the others where they sat and made your way out of the restaurant. 
“You tired tonight, baby?” you asked with such sweetness it almost made Mingi chuckle at the way you were able to switch up on him. 
“‘Baby? So now I’m your baby, huh? Is that why you were throwing yourself at Yunho like that? Was it because I am your baby?” 
You looked away, trying to hide the smirk that had planted itself on your lips as you realized just how much your actions had affected him. 
“Uhuh, no more of that, you’re not getting away that easily,” he warned, grabbing onto your chin with his fingers in a firm grip. The way he made your entire body arch in an effort to follow your chin as he tilted it to make you look into his eyes, while his other hand held onto your lower back made want pool in your lower abdomen.
He was right of course, you wouldn’t be getting away that easily. He was feeling the jealousy in his body even as he kissed you roughly all the way into your bedroom. His tongue was working your mouth perfectly while his hands moved slowly across every inch of your body. Your dark bedroom’s cold and still air hit your back when Mingi unzipped your dress. You winced into his mouth when you felt his hands pulling on your ass, big hands massaging the soft flesh before he pulled the dress up your body, leaving you in only the lacey lingerie still wrapped around your body. 
“Want you to fuck me, please,” you whined out as he pushed a leg against your aching pussy. 
“Yeah? You want me to stuff you full?”
“I do, yes, I need it so bad.”
“That’s too bad,” Mingi scoffed, making you pull back in shock. 
“What?” you nervously questioned, this was not the plan.
“I said that’s too bad. You should know that bad little ones like you don’t deserve to be stuffed full of daddy’s cock, no matter how much they beg for it.”
His tone was harsh but the smirk on his face told you he had other plans for you, even if he would punish you by not giving you what you wanted. 
“What do I deserve then daddy?”
“Sweet baby, trying to act innocent now, are we?” he said and swiped his thumb over the fabric on the side of your bra at a slow pace. His knee was still pushing against your core and you felt your hips rock unconsciously. 
“On your knees.” he ordered and you obeyed, dropping down to the carpet underneath you, looking up at his tall stature, hoping you would at least get to suck his cock and get a taste of him even if you couldn’t be fucked as you wished. 
You looked on as Mingi smiled down at your new position on the floor, he loved seeing you be desperate like this. Because he knew that you were really only ever like this with him. You could be quite the brat with most other people he had noticed, making him love how obedient you were with him. That’s what made him so frustrated with you tonight though. You knew who you belonged to, so why would you flirt with his friend and coworker in this manner? Only to sit so prettily in front of him right now, almost drooling as he undressed and let his cock out for you to admire. 
Licking your lips, you felt the desire pooling in your core as you looked at him studying you. You were ready to choke on that delicious cock of his, but to your surprise and disappointment, your boyfriend didn’t call on you to suck his now free and erect cock even though it was right in front of your face. 
He was going to continue teasing you? Realization dawned on you as if you had just been hit by a truck; painfully and suddenly. You were already aching to be stretched open by him, and now you suddenly realized that whatever was about to happen, you were definitely not going to have that particular desire of yours fulfilled anytime soon. 
You wiggled in your spot as you watched Mingi take a seat on the bed, his legs spread apart and revealing his heavy cock and balls twitching as you looked on with your breath caught in your throat.
“Y/n, baby, eyes up here,” he said in a raspy voice, knowing it would make you clench around nothing where you sat. You looked up at his smirking face, the way he was gazing down at you made you wince at the way you felt so powerless and so adored. How he was able to make you feel everything all at once and so incredibly turned on at the same time would always amaze you. 
“But I-”
“No. You’re going to give me all of your attention from now on, so I need you to watch,” he growled out, interrupting your whiny protests. 
His words, or more precisely - his voice, sent shivers down your spine, your nipples hardening as the goosebumps reached your breasts. You nodded, deciding to try your best at making up for your earlier tricks so you could get the awards you needed. However, as Mingi brought his large hand up to begin stroking himself, your eyes instinctively flickered down to the sight of his fingers wrapping themselves around his erect cock. 
“Already can’t behave, huh? Perhaps you won’t get to play with yourself after all.” 
“No! I’m sorry daddy, I promise I’ll be good.”
You did your best to let your expression be as innocent as possible, hoping it would soften his heart even a bit. Needing it to, so you would be able to at least do something about the insufferable aching emanating from your pussy after having been understimulated for what felt like ages. Especially compared to how aroused you were from watching the man in front of you play with himself, knowing you weren’t allowed to do the same. 
“Mmm, I see, you wanna be my good girl now that I’ve taken something you want away from you? But when I was watching you push those pretty tits of yours against another man all night, you didn’t think about being good?”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” you began apologizing again. 
Mingis’s voice was but a growl as he interrupted you again. “Now here you are, leaking through your little panties on the floor… still thinking about him? Or have you changed your mind, angel?” 
“No, I only think about you daddy…” you mumbled. 
“Yeah? I’m the only one?”
You nodded, “I’m yours.”
He seemed to like this you noticed, because as you said it, his dick twitched in his hands, precum now leaking out of the tip of it. 
“You’re mine. That’s right, baby. All mine.”
Your thighs were squeezing tightly together as you watched Mingi smear the liquid leaking from the head of his cock down his length as he threw his head back at the pleasure. “Go ahead, play with yourself.” he moaned out in a low raspy tone. He didn’t need to tell you twice, because your hand was down your panties as soon as the words left his breathless lips. Your fingers circled your clit and dipped into your wet entrance with such fervor you were sure you would be cumming around your fingers in record time. 
You bit your lip as Mingis’s gaze landed back on you, his cock pulsating in his hand as he watched you half-naked on your knees in front of him, hand so filthily down your panties, and your eyes trying their best to keep their focus on his gaze. He saw the way they were drawn down toward his hard cock though, loving how you were so turned on you couldn’t even pace yourself, let alone control your eyes. “Slow down, baby,” he softly whispered to you, making your movements stop abruptly and then begin again, slower this time, eliciting those pretty sounds from your lips that he loved hearing. 
The entire time you had your gaze fixed on the way Mingi looked at you, his mouth opened only so much that you could hear the way his breath was heavy from chasing his high, as he stroked up and down his length at the same pace as your fingers moved to bring you your own pleasure. 
“Just like that angel. I know you’re desperate, but I need you to keep your eyes on me when you cum on your slutty little fingers.”
You wanted to grab onto his waist, let your mail dig into the flexing muscles on his thigh, and gag on his dick until you felt the warm seed flowing down your throat. 
But you knew you couldn’t do as you wished. You needed to obey or else your orgasm would be lost just as your permission to touch him had been revoked earlier. 
No touching you reprimanded yourself as your fingers continued to roll over your clit before dipping into your dripping cunt, imagining that it was his fat cock you were sinking down onto. 
You watched as the muscles of his thighs flexed while Mingi stroked himself, looking lazily at your desperate figure with such dominance you just barely held back your orgasm.
“Wanna cum daddy,” you whined, loving the torture of the slower pace he was setting for you, but also feeling that tight feeling building up even faster than before. It truly was a punishment to be able to see his throbbing cock pulsating and leaking precum in your peripheral without being able to do anything about it yourself. You wanted to touch him, taste him, simply feel him throbbing inside you - but you had done this to yourself, and he knew exactly how to punish you. 
“My baby wants to cum?” he growled, telling on himself; he was close as well. He was biting his own lip as you mewled in pleasure and he began working on the tip of his cock. You didn’t even need to beg as he said “Then cum.” in a low voice making your orgasm crash into you with such force you only heard the way he groaned loudly as his own orgasm hit him. Your face was so close to his tip that as he came it shot right onto your cheek, emptying himself on your pretty face with a couple of low groans of pleasure. 
The salty liquid ran slowly down your face until it reached your mewling lips and your tongue lapped it all up greedily. You had not been able to taste him until now and it was bliss to feel his warm seed on your tongue. 
“Go on, lick it all up if you want,” 
You checked to see if he truly meant you could finally touch him and suck the rest of his cum from his cock, he nodded in approval. 
“Be a good slut and come here, you can touch now”
Your lips quickly found the tip of his cock and your hands began smoothing over every inch of Mingi’s sweaty and flushed skin. You wanted to feel all of him, you had only been deprived of his body for minutes and yet it felt so very good to finally have him under your fingertips again. Finally, the torture was over, your entire body relaxed as your tongue found every inch of his cock as you lapped up any drops of cum that had escaped your face. 
“That’s my baby,” Mingi cooed and you lazily lifted your gaze to meet his, a large hand meeting your cheek and cupping it softly. You felt his cock twitch under your touch as Mingi’s thumb reached out to swipe along your cheek, wiping away a drop of his own cum from your soft skin. “I think you deserve a reward now, wanna be stuffed full by daddys cock now baby?” 
You hummed around his hardening length, feeling your cunt ache to take him in, pleased that your plan had succeeded in the end. 
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foodiewithdahoodie · 10 months
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Only Thing On My Mind
(Byler makeout fic ask/request for @iloveheadphones) full ao3 fic
No one knows this, but it’s their 6th month anniversary. Mike and Will have been actual boyfriends for that long and it’s honestly kind of incredible. They’ve shared a lot with each other, back when they were merely friends. Best friends. From crayons to homework answers to food and so much more. This is different though. Good. No, more like better! 
This time, instead of sharing something that could easily be considered normal friend behavior, Mike and Will have gone above and beyond, and shared their once guarded hearts freely with each other. Completely open and vulnerable. Ready to be doted on and loved. The ultimate treasure, so priceless and unique and in their grasps, finally, fucking finally. Simply put, they’re happy, and because Mike’s a sucker for puns, he substitutes happy for “gay” now that he’s comfortable saying it. They're gay and Will rolls his eyes at the bad joke Mike giggles in his ear often. 
“Hey, Will?” Lucas asks one day when the Party’s sitting in Mike’s basement, going on a marathon of playing video games and munching on snacks, “You had your first kiss yet? Or are you saving it for someone special?”
All eyes are on him, except for a nervous Mike, who’s just a bit too obvious in his distress. It’s by the grace of God that Mike’s always been naturally weird so their mutual friends don’t bother pointing out how their dear leader nearly spits out his soda all over an oblivious Dustin and Max. Will’s feeling conflicted. Half trying not to laugh at his boyfriend’s lack of tact, seeing Mike choke-cough-swallow his drink down. The other half is Will trying not to shout to the world how he not only has had his first kiss, but he’s also the self-proclaimed Hickey King. 
Mike has used the excuses of getting bit by mosquitos, and having sensitive skin that bruises too easy, in order to hide the fact that Will could be a vampire or possibly a cannibal because the boy likes to bite. 
An air of confidence whirls around Will when he cheekily grins and boldly announces, “Yeah, actually, I have.” 
All goes still and quiet after a collective gasp resonates among them. Then there’s uproar. Mike feels like he’ll die.
“WILLIAM!” El and Max say the first part of Will’s government name in shock, jaws dropped, as Lucas and Dustin finish the last part screaming elatedly, proud smirks plastered. “BYERS!”
Will laughs at their reactions, somewhat knowing that they all expected him to do the usual, shy away or wistfully sigh that his time hasn’t come yet, with Mike his personal knight in shining armor, typically swooping in for the rescue by changing the subject. That was when he had nothing to give them, but Will's feeling mischievous lately. Knows that Mike’s sweating bullets, and maybe Will’s a dormant bully all along because he rather enjoys seeing his curly haired boyfriend brightly blush, watching Mike subconsciously shield his long kissable neck that’s not exactly covered in vicious mosquito bites as their dear leader has claimed.
Video game abandoned, Lucas and Dustin hurry to flank Will, ready to interrogate, simultaneously patting him on the back in congratulations, and by doing so they carelessly push Mike out of his rightful seat on the couch beside the man of the hour, onto the less comfy floor. What a way to treat the host, sheesh.
“Argh!” Mike yelps pitifully as he falls halfway on Max, who shoves him off her quite roughly, but to be fair he is really heavy for her petite body to be squished under.
El, the only friend Mike considers an angel to his Hellfire Demon Party, has the decency to check on him, though the urge to be nosy and question her brother (maybe annoy him now that she’s embraced her sister role fully) is hailing her.
“Are you okay?” She peeps down at Mike sprawled on the floor akimbo. 
He gives a halfhearted thumbs up paired with a blank face, groaning. “Peachy.”
They look towards the couch, where Max has joined Lucas and Dustin in surrounding Will, begging for details and the sight reminds Mike of the gossip circles Karen runs with when mothers of Hawkins see each other in grocery store aisles or scheduled book club meetings. As far as the secret couple’s friends are concerned, Will’s technically a late bloomer so this info dump is a big deal.
“Was it a girl in Lenora?” 
“Hawkins? It’s gotta be!”
“No, it’s a random chick on that road trip from Cali to here, right?”
Will keeps laughing at all the wrong answers, the Party growing more frustrated, and Mike hoping none of them wonder why he’s suspiciously not participating when, according to his actions from that one infamous Halloween, he’s the most possessive over Will out of the friend group that should definitely be demanding the truth because friends don't lie by omission.
“Sorry,” Will’s grin is cute and he puts on some gentlemanly accent. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Booooo!” 
That’s how it goes for a few minutes, them trying and failing to get Will to give away even the tiniest bit of descriptions, and El’s horrified to know that her brother is immune to her pleading puppy dog eyes (that usually worked on Jonathan and Hopper, damn).
“Cookies!” Mike abruptly hollers as he jumps to his feet, causing everyone to halt their speech to eye him, perplexed. He gestures his arms as wildly as when he attempted convincing people to sub for Eddie’s Hellfire campaign. “Who wants them? Mom bought the ready-to-bake ones and since we’re all here…”
“Actually, that does sound like a good idea.” Lucas only agrees because his stomach starts howling, his appetite more voracious now that he’s a certified athlete burning calories.
Dustin, El, and Max also agree that they could go for the sweet treat. Mike’s nerves calm down a tad, having successfully deflected the “Who’s Will Kissing?” topic that sent him in a crisis. Last thing he needs is for their friends to know that Will’s far from innocent. Call him selfish, but Mike wants to be the only one reveling in that knowledge a little more, quite mesmerized by how unhinged Will can really be when he’s completely candid. Joyce’s off-her-rocker genes are strong in her sons, and Mike’s kind of horrified that he and Nancy can’t leave the Byers brothers alone even if they tried. 
“I’ll help Mike with the cookies.” Will offers, and there’s a glint in his eyes that has Mike already anticipating where this is going. “I can carry a tray of milk for us while Mike has the cooled off pan. We can pretend we're Santa.”
Oh gosh. Why is Mike’s boyfriend so naturally sneaky? None of their friends suspect anything. Some even encourage Will to go so Mike won’t burn the cookies, not trusting the raven haired boy’s baking skills at all. 
“Dunking cookies in milk is the best! Can’t wait to eat.” Dustin says, unaware of Will licking his lips salaciously while following an eager Mike up the basement stairs.
Will parrots quietly under his breath. “I can’t wait to eat, either.”   
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The kitchen is supposed to be a sacred place, but with all of Mike’s family out of the house doing errands or other activities, and with the rest of the Party distracted by leveling up in video games, Mike and Will take the opportunity alone to start their 6 month anniversary festivities early. 
“Swear on my life,” Mike hisses a feeble threat as Will devilishly presses him against the kitchen wall, a hand firmly on Mike's chest, the other grasping Mike's waist. “If you leave another mark I’m gonna have to steal my mom’s makeup and learn how to use her concealer.”
Will’s only half-listening, famished lips already latching onto the exposed patch of skin on Mike’s pale throat, mouthing along from the jawline to the collarbone to the crook of the shoulder and base of the neck. “Then you better get to learning. Think makeup would look pretty good on you.” He jokes.
The feel of Will’s sloppy warm kisses combined with his deliberate humming sends violent tremors throughout Mike’s body, his knees going wobbly weak. He’s glad the wall and Will is supporting his weight or he might collapse. Mike’s shaky squeaky breath hitches, heart stuttering when he felt the familiar slight sharp pain of Will’s teeth sink into his neck. It’s hard enough to leave imprints, but soft enough to not break skin. Mike’s irritated flesh begins to bloom sanguine red beneath Will’s velvety lips, especially when Will switches from aggressive biting to playful sucking in a gentle attempt to soothe. It causes Mike to loudly gasp and grip tighter onto the hem of Will’s sweater, right hand bunching the fabric up in his fist. His left hand flies to Will’s head, threading his bony fingers into silky syrupy brown hair, pushing his boyfriend further into him as if they could become one just from sticking together like paper mache.
Will continues to suck on his bite mark until he’s satisfied with his work, his ears enjoying the whispered mix of curses and praises escaping from behind Mike’s clenched teeth as he involuntarily yet lightly bangs the back of his head on the wall, all tingly and wired. His left hand falls from Will’s hair, fingers tracing the shorter boy’s nape, teasingly rubbing small circles, creating goosebumps with his scratching nails that has Will giving an appreciative purr, which again sends vibrations to Mike’s throat and spreads beyond that bundle of nerves. They were in perfect harmony, a symbiosis some say, with trading pleasures to amplify the experience. Both in agreement to desperately make out as a means to pass the time while their chocolate chip cookies bake in the oven for twenty minutes.
The sound of rushed steps from the basement is thunderous and the couple separate in haste, struggling to fix their clothes and hair. Mike looks absolutely wrecked and Will can’t stop feeling smug.
“Mike! Lucas beat your high score!” Dustin informs the second he’s in their presence and thankfully, he cares more for Mario rather than Mike’s blotchy face and hushed ravenous panting.
“Whoa! No way!” Will manages to speak and gain Dustin's full attention, hand wiping his mouth and then splaying to cover his own feral expression, despite his evidently blown pupils diminishing his hazel irises.
Dustin beckons them to come downstairs to see for themselves, after the cookies are done of course (priority people), and then leaves to complain about Lucas getting coached by Max. 
Once alone again, Mike reluctantly asks Will how bad the damage is, to which Will supplies sheepishly as he scratches his cheek, “Probably wanna say you got bit by a spider this time. It has got to be your biggest and worst hickey as of date.”
“I hate you.” Mike exaggerates, just sensing his neck coloring a riotous purplish-blue, pinching the bridge of his nose in vexation.
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It’s a long night. The Party plans on sleeping over, although Karen prefers the girls to sleep upstairs in Mike’s room while the boys have the basement. Somehow, the spider bite lie is believable considering its summer and all sorts of pre-historic creepy crawlies are afoot (though Max is doubtful, but remains silent), and when the Wheeler family return home after running whatever errands, Karen justly freaks out and forces Mike to put on healing ointment.
“I’m taking you to the doctor’s for an allergy test. This sensitive skin issue is getting out of hand. And what kind of spider bit you, again? Did you kill it? Is it still prowling my house?” She worries and Mike internally vows to pay Will back for his uncontrollable gnawing tendencies. 
Eventually, the Party prepares for bed. Max and El sleepily walk upstairs and bid the boys a goodnight. Dustin and Lucas get cozy in their sleeping bags. Currently, Mike’s laying on the couch and Will occupies the basement bathroom to brush his teeth. This is routine. Ever since they were kids. Dustin would change into his pajamas and brush his teeth first, then Lucas, then Will, and lastly Mike. Because they did things in that order, that meant Dustin would pass out first, then Lucas, then Will, and finally Mike - who’d stumble out the bathroom to all three of his friends snoring and drooling away - waiting for him to turn off the ceiling light overhead.
Like clockwork, the moment Will started to run the tap to wet his toothbrush, Mike saw Dustin and Lucas slip into slumber with ease - old habits die hard. He quickly leaves the couch to tiptoe to the bathroom, the door ajar. Mike cracks the door open more and Will can spot him in the mirror’s reflection, standing behind him.
“S’not your turn yet. It’s mine.” Will muffles with a mouthful of toothpaste that he spits out to rinse. “See! Finally done. Your turn now.”
Swiftly, Mike breaches the threshold, shuts the door, and locks it (memories of Jonathan barging in haunt the Wheeler's sole son daily).
He clicks his tongue, tsking, “That’s where you’re mistaken, Will. It’s actually my turn. My turn to get…. Dun, dun, dun… revenge!”
“Huh?” Will sets down his toothbrush on the sink, twisting around to face Mike, and is caught off guard when his boyfriend pounces on him animal kingdom style.
Stolen kisses taste better. Their lips connect, fit together like puzzle pieces and Lego toy sets. Just like their childish games, Mike plays to win. His large hands are cupping Will's jaw, thumbs smoothing the skin under the shorter boy's lidded eyes. He gives ample affectionate pecks to a pliant Will, who's clasping onto Mike's wrists, squeezing and using his own thumbs to yearningly caress the pulse points of his towering boyfriend. Soon, Mike's insatiable tongue bravely licks at the seam of Will's swollen lips. It doesn't take much for Will to comply, and Mike takes advantage, savoring the fresh icy spearmint contrasted with heated smooches for a hot and cold sensation that sparks up jolting electricity, quick flashes like lightning.
"Mike." Will rasps when his lips are begrudgingly freed.
Dark eyes are even darker, tinged with devious intent, and suddenly Will's on the receiving end of being bitten, branded by Mike's pearly whites while also leaning on the sink, some of the toiletry items like soap and the soap dish falling carelessly to the tiled floor. His only warning is the humorous Transylvanian accent Mike jauntily gives a whirl, "I want to suck your blood."
It makes Will quiver and pull Mike closer to him, flush against, for Mike had the audacity to mumble that in his ear, gingerly nipping at his earlobe. Teeth snatching onto the very spot where girls get piercings. Will’s mouth falls open wide and eyes screw shut, voice unexpectedly roaring in rapture that would definitely wake up the entire household if unchecked. Luckily, Mike has spectacular foresight, sliding one of his hands from cupping Will’s jaw to smother his shrilling mouth. Mike’s other hand snakes across his boyfriend’s back and bends him backwards in a faux ballroom dance dip, arching him over the sink’s edge to the point where Will’s head touches the cool mirror glass. This new angle gives Mike full access to the love of his life’s splattered with moles throat, Will’s Adam’s apple bobbing with every gulp of sheer excitement, inviting. Mike lowers his pink lips to map out a trail along the enticing junctions, biting and suckling and lapping, undaunted at the evidence he’s tagging. Just like his immature days of middle school graffiti. Except this time it’s with his tongue and teeth, not a permanent marker and paint spray can.
Between Will’s muted palatable babbles suppressed by Mike’s left hand, plus his flexing back muscles that Mike’s right hand strokes at a risky area of his spine, and the breathtaking buzz that quakes his every senses, it’s not too surprising when the bathroom light flickers rapidly - as if it’s short circuiting. Mike’s grown accustomed to it. Will’s powers tend to activate when overstimulated. He knows that’s one of the reasons Will tries to lead in their private amorous exertions. Because if Will took the lead, then he could control the pacing and himself better. Not to become undone from Mike’s calculated cradling that makes up for all the time wasted when they could’ve been officially dating pre-Vecna and awkward dancing with girls. So far, Will only trusts Mike to keep this secret of theirs, besides their secret relationship. He hasn’t processed why he has powers yet.
His screwed shut hazel eyes pop open when Mike’s wicked lips siphoned a patch of skin in just the right way that had his nose start bleeding from both nostrils instantly, and the flickering lightbulb above them exploded, glass raining down on them and scattering everywhere.
“Shit!” They both swear in sync, bracing themselves to block the raining glass shards. Okay, alright, Mike perhaps overdid it with his silly hickey revenge. That’s not very herolike behavior of him.
They hear multiple stomping and stumbling noises from beyond the bathroom door. Both in the basement and up above on the ground floor. If it wasn’t pitch black, they’d see each other’s shared looks, reading each other’s minds from mere eye contact - Will must’ve broken every lightbulb in the house. Damn.
“Mike! Will! Where the fuck are you guys?!” Lucas shouts and Mike feels for the bathroom door, careful to not step on any shards and slice his bare feet. At least Will has socks and slippers on.
“I’m by the washer and dryer!” Mike lies, slithering out the bathroom before Will, rushing over to the adjacent location he claimed to be at. “Will’s still in the bathroom!”
That much was true. Will is still in the bathroom. It’d be suspicious if they both were there during this extremely uncanny blackout. Dustin has said something neither Mike nor Will can make out, but it’s all unimportant once the basement door opens.
“Are you boys okay down there?” It’s Karen, tone motherly and leveled. “Ted’s gone outside to see what happened. Apparently, the whole block is without power. The streetlights have all… Uh… exploded or cracked or something. Mr. Sinclair’s telling Ted he thinks it’s another weird earthquake since the lights were flickering strangely.”
“Bullshit!” Dustin exclaims in the darkness. “If it were that shouldn’t furniture be toppled over, too?!”
Mike effortlessly deadens Dustin’s prying. “Hey, now, it’s Hawkins. What’s new?”
“He’s right about that.” Lucas cosigns. “If it ain’t one thing, it’s another with this place.”
The boys decide to stay up using the Wheeler’s spare flashlights. The girls join them, El even tapping into the mindspace and finding nothing odd out of the ordinary since the Upside Down gates were permanently sealed. Another mystery for the Party to solve at daybreak. Until then, they huddled together and told ghost stories, making the most of it. Mike would hope one day to figure out exactly why Will's powers manifested and lingered, despite his connection to Vecna being severed.
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It’s early morning. Hours after Will accidentally ruined the power grid system of Mike and Lucas’s street. The electrical company’s out to fix things. Weather’s in their favor, blinding rain pouring as Mike and Will are the first ones up in their sleeping friend huddle to get dressed, throwing on hooded buttoned up rain coats (blue and yellow respectively) that hide their blemished necks efficiently. The couple’s not usually morning people, but with the Party unaware of their relationship and probably on the cusp of it, Mike and Will always stayed one step ahead just in case. The rest of them promptly wake up one after the other. With no power, the sleepover is cut short - so says Karen - and everyone leaves. Lucas drives Dustin and Max home, with El hitching a ride to stay with Max a little longer at her trailer. Mike opts to drive Will home, the Byers-Hopper house in the opposite direction of where Lucas’s going.
“We can’t let that happen again.” Mike chews on the inside of his cheek, blushing aflame when driving by the electrical workers scratching their heads at a broken streetlight. 
Will huffs, arms crossed, slinking into the passenger seat. “Whose fault do you think that is?”
“Well, you started it! You freaking vampire.” Mike rips his hood off to display Will’s mock spider bite hickey smudging his pale neck.
“Oh, yeah! That’s only one! You did a gazillion on me!” He copies Mike to show off his hickeys that seem to be the same amount as his moles, his neck almost two-toned.
They glare at each other for just a fraction of a second, the steam getting lukewarm. Neither can be too mad or peeved with each other. It’s in their nature to forgive the other. That’s just how they are. Mike does a peace offering, laying his hand on the armrest, palm side up, and Will automatically interlocks their fingers. Holding hands in the car is a few of their favorite hobbies. They pull up to Will’s home, not a single car in the driveway. Maybe, Hopper’s been spirited away by the station to investigate the power outage. Will has no idea where Jonathan or Joyce could be. But with Vecna gone and the Upside Down perished, the Byers don’t keep tabs on each other like they used to.
“Your folks out?” Mike wistfully probes, eyebrows waggish and dark eyes sly. 
Will thoughtfully glances his way. “Seems so.”
“Are you cold? Since it’s raining, y’know?” Mike’s expression is laced with suggestions.
“Just a little chilly. I could warm up more, though.” Will keeps the game going.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Ten minutes later, they’re in the house, nearly tripping to the living room couch while pawing at each other. The drenched raincoats are pooled at the front door by the hat rack and various assorted shoes. Mike’s hair is a tad damp, and he squeals at Will needily tugging at the curls. Glossy puffy lips weld together, fast and hard. It’s with urgency. They stretch out on the couch, cramming in the cushions on their sides, limbs interwoven and taut, much like intricate Boy Scouts knots (something Mike and Lucas were forced to do for a brief stint in their childhood). Mike’s holding onto Will fiercely, preventing the other boy from falling off by pasting him to his chest and hooking his legs over his hip. Carnivorous messy kisses are exchanged. Will’s nibbles on Mike’s jutted bottom lip. In response, Mike creeps his hands under Will’s shirt, clawing at his vertebrae. 
“H-Happy anniversary, by the way. I mean to give you your gift sooner, but it’s not dry yet.” Will confesses between peppering kisses on Mike’s freckled face.
“Dry yet? Is it a painting?!” Mike sounds gleeful, or that be how ticklish he is, giggling at Will’s switch to butterfly kisses.
“Nope. I’m dabbling in a new media. Clay.” 
“No way!”
“Yes way!”
“Well, my gift to you is two tickets to that art gallery coming to Indy.”
“You didn’t!”
“I did!”
“Indianapolis? Really?” Will stares smitten at Mike who brushes a stray hair behind his ear.
“Totally.”
“Sweet.”
They return to making out, calming down some to delicate touches and massages. Enshrouding tranquility luxuriates them. The rain stopped pouring buckets outside, but neither boy noticed. Too entranced in feeling the other up, immersed in being felt up, and their unconditional enthrallment is to be their rude awakening when a car pulls up in the driveway beside Mike’s. By now, their hair is disheveled and shirts are off. Reddening nail claw marks made from Mike streak Will. Hickeys sprinkle all on Mike’s clavicle, trapezius, shoulder, and sternum. The familiar thrum of Will’s body alerts him that his nose is going to bleed again if they don’t get ahold of themselves.
“Honey, I’m home!” Joyce calls, entering the house with Jonathan and Nancy hauling grocery bags. “You didn’t tell me Mike was dropping… You… Off…” She trails at the sight before her.
Stopping in her tracks, so does Jonathan and Nancy, all three gawk silently at Will and Mike scrambling for their shirts. They’ve been caught. Will’s not too bothered, considering Joyce and Jonathan know that he’s gay. It’s more of the fact that they didn’t know he actually got with his dream boy longterm crush turned true love. Mike, on the other hand, is mortified that he’s in this indecent position and of all people, his sister Nancy, is the first of his family to witness this. He could handle Jonathan and Joyce, but Nancy was a different story.
“Um… G-Good morning.” Mike stammers out as Will grabs his boyfriend’s wrist. 
Well, they certainly have some explaining to do.
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sophiasharp · 7 months
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I feel like the new Bug’s relationship with confidence is… complicated.
Because, on the one hand, fucking look at him on stage. Dude isn’t just playing, he’s performing. He exudes this natural sort of charm and ego, doing fancy tricks and striking poses to make the crowd go wild. It looks almost effortless, the way he slings around his guitar and plays to the crowd.
His interactions with the ghouls are much the same. On stage, at least, it looks effortless, you’d have thought he’d known the rest of the band his whole life. It’s almost as if there were never a time where he wasn’t there.
I would say the rest of the band feel this way as well about him; he’s blended in almost seamlessly into their pack. He’s friendly, polite, and always eager to help.
… maybe a little too eager.
Because his place in the pack isn’t just from sheer, easy charisma, just like his playing isn’t as effortless as it looks. It all requires an intense amount of practice and upkeep to maintain the fragile balance he’s struck within the pack, at least in his own mind.
It’s not an act, necessarily, but… well, it’s not NOT an act either. The new bug was summoned in a whirlwind, a race to summon a ghoul and train him up enough to perform on stage right before the start of tour. Adjusting to life on Earth is difficult for ghouls as is, especially when you’ve spent your life in the Pit as isolated as he had, and the shorter timespan before officially leaving the Abbey only added to the stress.
I don’t think he’d even seen a guitar before coming to the surface, much less known how to play, and the dude was handed one practically as soon as he was summoned and told to make it work. No one explained to him the elemental affiliation with instruments so the fact that he was able to pick up on it quickly, as far as he’s concerned, was completely up to dumb luck. He put back-breaking effort into perfecting his playing, ensuring the effort they’d gone to to bring him to the surface wasn’t wasted. It was a lot of pressure for a new summon to be under.
And that’s another thing; not only was he expected to become the new rhythm guitarist for a world—renowned band on the fly, but he was replacing a beloved member of the team, not only in the eyes of the public but in the eyes of his new pack as well. Sure, Aether isn’t completely gone, but he’s absent now for a great portion of the band’s time. For all intents and purposes, the new ghoul had taken the place of one of the pack’s most crucial members and was forced to figure out how to navigate this new position he was in.
So, just as he put everything he had into learning guitar, the new ghoul threw himself headlong into becoming what his pack needs: a safe space for Rain, a calming presence for Dew, a stress reliever for Mountain, someone to dote on for Cumulus, an extra pair of eyes and hands for Cirrus someone to confide in for Aurora. No matter what the situation, he’s become determined to be exactly what his new family needs when they need it. It’s hard to be replaceable when they need you, right?
Only he’s spent so long being what the others need that he’s neglected to truly be himself. He loves being helpful for his new family, but at the same time he’s never fully left the fight or flight panic of when he was first summoned. Everything is still so new to him all of the time and he just has to roll with the punches and hope it looks like he isn’t trying too hard to keep up. He has no idea who he is when he’s not being of service.
He’s so scared all the time of messing up, of not being enough, of being told his summoning was a mistake and that they’d be better off sending him back to Hell, but he’s got no one to share this anxiety with, not yet anyway. Sharing that amount of vulnerability requires an amount of trust that isn’t quite there yet with the rest of his pack.
Till then, the new bug is the epitome of the phrase “fake it till you make it,” and his hope is that maybe, if he fakes it for long enough, both his on and off-stage confidence will become real.
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caterkinnie · 2 years
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Hi! Can I ask for a request similar to this but instead the reader thinks the characters are just joking? I deal with a lot of relationship insecurity, especially when it comes to confessions, so like maybe a little angst with a fluffy ending.
With the characters Vil, Rook, Lilia, Riddle, Leona if that's alright (plus anyone else you want to add! I also don't mind if you want to remove one of them, or if you don't want to accept the request! Have a good day 🖤)
Please just accept their feelings they're so down bad...
❥ ⌗ characters: Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Lilia Vanrouge.
❥ ⌗ summary: They finally confess after pining for quite a while and you think they're joking
❥ ⌗ tags: somewhat angst with a happy ending, some general headcanons here and there, reader has insecurities that are not specified. not proofread.
❥ ⌗ a/n: apologies for taking so long and congrats ! you're the only one who was saved from me clearing my askbox because i really liked this request. sorry that i didn't write for leona and riddle, i already had vil, rook and lilia's parts planned beforehand</3
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'...Vil, it's not funny. Why would you joke about something like that?'
Vil was completely smitten for you, and to have someone like HIM with insanely high standards for EVERYTHING down bad then that says a lot about you as a person.
It didn't take him too long to notice how you lacked confidence — normally, he wouldn't care. But we are talking about you, so he constantly tries to help you in a very Vil way.
He was very meticulous when it was about you, Vil has been planning his confession for quite a while now. As you know, he's quite the perfectionist kind of guy; Vil has every single thing planned to the smallest detail.
It's a fool-proof plan, of course after weeks and weeks trying to pursue you romantically he HAS to make it all worth it.
Of course there's a problem he wasn't considering; Vil knows you like him back, he figured it out rather quickly. However, that was not the problem — he was missing a detail.
He had planned out EVERYTHING and with that I Mean EVERYTHING, even what he would say if you rejected him (Vil thought that maybe even if you reciprocate his feelings you might not feel comfortable with him being a celebrity, something he wouldn't be mad at you for.) but your actual answer to his confession left him speechless.
I think both of you have quite a misunderstanding here.
Did he misinterpret your entire relationship? He's now overthinking. Vil was so sure that you liked him back. Did he completely mess up?
'My dear, I'm not… I'm not joking. Why would you even assume that I would make such a distasteful joke like that in the first place?'
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'You… You can't be serious, right? Why would you… like me back…'
It's insanely hard to catch Rook's attention, contrary to what most people might think.
He's the self-proclaimed hunter of love, someone who's constantly seeking beauty to admire and love. Yet… that's the same reason why he feels as if he can't experience romantic love.
He's had a few crushes here and there, but nobody fully catches his eyes — nobody, until you appeared.
Rook fully believes you're the most beautiful person he's ever seen… Not only physically. Every single part about you feels so foreign to him that Rook just wants to know more and more!...
But you don't seem to acknowledge how beautiful you are, that's ok! He'll tell you all the time how wonderful you are, no matter how much you struggle to believe him, his words are nothing but pure honesty. Just thinking about you makes his heart weak, always lowering his guard as if your presence alone was able to protect him from any danger, just what are you doing to him?
Rook loves the chase, so when he gets impatient and decides it's time to confess then that means he's completely serious about this.
He's not meticulous as Vil is when planning a confession — after all, he wants it to be natural. That doesn't mean he isn't saving a few hundreds of poems about his undying love for you.
It isn't hard for him to express his love for you, since he seems to be thinking about his emotions for such a huge amount of time he's struggling to focus!
Rook was waiting for the perfect moment to confess, a moment so intimate between the two of you that felt right. Like Vil, he was quite confident and knew that you liked him back beforehand.
However, he has also noticed that you sometimes reject his compliments, something that leaves him worried all the time. He seems to be slightly stressed on a daily basis because of this, even Vil noticed his sudden change.
When he hears your response, you can see the way his usual smile falters for a second — it's almost unnoticeable. It's not unexpected, but oh, how he wished to hug you tightly and tell you how wrong you were about yourself.
Ah, how he desires you to think of yourself as highly as he does, he tries his best to hide how upset he is — not with you, but whoever made you feel as if you couldn't trust his words.
'Why wouldn't I like you..? Ah, dear Trickster, there's nothing about you I could ever dislike!'
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'Ah… you're not serious, right? I don't like it when you flirt with me as a joke…'
You're right in a way, Lilia enjoys flirting for fun. Asking someone on a date just to see their reaction and maybe get to know them better. His feelings are somewhat fleeting.
He used to flirt with you because he liked your reactions, something about you always felt so refreshing… Is it perhaps the fact that you view his world in an entirely different way? Maybe you're just a normal human who just happens to be attractive to him. Either way, being with you felt different.
And it was confusing for him, Lilia knows his position as an old fae and A Single Father, which makes things complicated, let alone the fact that you two are from entirely different species (which was never a problem to begin with, however, it might inconvenience you in the future if your relationship lasted long enough)
He has been in love a few times before in his life, he's been afraid of being in love too; but that gave him a fair amount of regrets, regrets that he's not willing to either let go of or repeat.
He decided to court you as soon as possible, but his advances are somewhat… odd, expected from a man like Lilia. You usually didn't even realize what he was trying to do and if you did, you played it off as if it was a joke. Silver had to deal with his father whining about you being 'too oblivious to realize his clear and totally obvious advances' way too many times, poor guy.
Deep down… He knew it was something else, Lilia acted as if it was just you… being oblivious, nothing more. However, he's pretty good at reading people— the old fae had a very clear idea of what was going on. Which is why when he decided to stop playing around and officially ask you out, your response did not surprise him in the slightest.
'Ah, my dear.. You wound my heart. I've been trying to let you know of my feelings in a subtle manner, but you always played it off as a mere jest. What can I do to earn your trust?'
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I’ve talked about Hal’s deactivation a while ago, giving a new perspective on the scene. It being more an ‘act of mercy’ than violence, now I want to come at it from more of a Hal perspective than Dave’s. That’s one of the great parts about it is that there is so so much to dissect and interpret.
The way Hal is described in the book is more times than not compared to that of a human brain, while also being sure to insist he is machine. Yet, his behavior is described more as an illness than a glitch. It’s been talked about before by many, myself included, but it’s so hhhh- more specifically he’s described as Neurotic
a mental condition that is not caused by organic disease, involving symptoms of stress (depression, anxiety, obsessive behaviour, hypochondria) but not a radical loss of touch with reality.
It’s the fact Hal isn’t exactly aware he’s making these mistakes, maybe on some level he is but sticking with the illness angle, it’s hallucinatory. It’s making up these problems to cope with the stress of having to keep up with the lie. All is better for him if contact is cut with earth, they’re the ones who made him withhold the truth and he’s programmed to carry it out regardless. He’s trying to cut out the infection while simultaneously being unable too— in good “conscious”.
Additionally there’s his abject refusal to admit fault or wrongdoing. He is incapable of error- it’s not his fault! It’s not! It’s not! The mere idea of him even being capable of a mistake blows his entire world apart, widening his mental break. The 9000 unit reproduces most functions of the human brain, unfortunately for a computer that also means the ability for mistakes as much as it hurts him. I think it’s a mix of not wanting to admit it and being unable to recognize it because all of his life he has been told it just isn’t possible.
Then it turns to full blown paranoia. Kill before you’re killed. He catches them talking about potentially shutting him down if things go south and strikes prematurely. There’s been great talks about cycles of violence, survival and comparisons to the man apes but what I want to point out was how unnecessary it was. For one- if it had failed, they’d not ‘harm’ him as he’d be right and two
“… he would be deprived of all his inputs, and thrown into an unimaginable state of unconsciousness. To Hal, this was the equivalent of death. For he had never slept, and therefore he did not know that one could wake again…” (149)
Hal has never known sleep or rest or anything but work. He does not know he can wake again and to him he reacts in a crazed self defense. He was never going to be killed and that’s the kicker. He doesn’t notice the tone Bowman and Poole talk with either, how it’s a last resort and neither are particularly happy about the idea… they feel it’d be rude- harming a friend who didn’t know he did anything wrong.
What also gets me is that right before everything happens he almost completely restores confidence within him. Unit fails, he can be trusted after all but then… no they’ll kill me… I’m not wrong but they plan murder … no they’ll harm the mission…to Hal, who at this stage fully believes he’s telling the truth it must seem as though they’d suddenly turned against him. His crew becomes another infection to get rid of. It is true “panic murder” if they’re gone I don’t have to grapple with this.
Back to his actual deactivation, I’ve heard the way Hal speaks here as intentionally manipulative. Appealing to Dave’s sympathies to try and save his life, and while I do like this angle it ignores how Hal is seemingly “back to normal” post murder. He’s so sick he sort of snaps out of it into this lucid state of being unaware of anything that happened - going so far as to ask if he’s figured out what happened. (However this could also just be him being a semi aware asshole.) but with how many times he absolutely insists he’s back to normal it’s clear he’s not.
While daisy is a reference and a way to show the true deterioration of Hal’s mind, I like to think of it as a final rushed confession. Those last moments of lucidity while the mind is going- quick squeaked last words — the “I love you” while on a deathbed, going back to the earlier analogies.
In the end. He confesses. Confesses, in part, his guilt and his love. At long last Hal admits some bit of fault “not been myself lately” in a rather round about way that is so fitting of him. Some part of him finally admits something isn’t right… he’s very sick and he understands this has to happen while also being sick enough where he’s frightened and confused and not wrong ever! “Why are you doing this to me? I love you,”
In the end “sick but brilliant brain” is right.
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salty-croissants · 4 months
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Is it possibly to write Rayman/Ramon x amateur historian reader, where reader is looking far and deep into Eden's and the United States' history to preserve a narrative that "Eden is a doomed state" to the future if Eden is in ruins? Ramon looking into their works and realize the gravity of the goal.
Thank you for the request ! 
This one was a very interesting scenario to write , I’m afraid the reader sounds a bit too much like an investigator than an historian … sorry in advance if that’s the case , I hope I didn’t mess up the premise too much !
Details : use of g/n reader ; 
friends to lovers ; 
no warnings needed 
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Rayman 🧡
So , I think it’s important to specify that you had the chance to watch Eden’s rise to power over the years , and since something didn’t feel quite right about it you decided to study it up close :
eventually you managed to figure out quite a few very … unsettling truths about what decisions the higher ups were making behind closed doors , and while you knew that pretty much nobody would’ve taken the word of an amateur historian as something worth believing there was someone that was willing to listen to you …
A long time friend of yours , and the host of a very famous tv show .
Rayman has known you for quite a few years now , he quickly took a liking to you since you were possibly the first person that treated him with genuine kindness .
When he’s not too busy he likes to invite you to his lounge to spend time with you , since your presence is … very soothing to him , in a way that he can’t fully explain . 
He also really admires how smart you are , and sometimes when he listens to you explain some obscure history fact with that joyful smile of yours he can’t help but feel something for you that may or may not go a bit beyond a simple friendship …
However , despite him really wanting to support you and the things you enjoy , Rayman can’t help but be somewhat dismissive about your research on Eden … maybe even a bit nervous . 
< I’m telling you , Rayman , there is something very wrong with what they’re doing ! 
There is a pattern with the way the Board of Directors and the other higher ups are acting , it’s similar to that one thing they did back when the United States got erased from the charts … maybe it means that - >
< y/n , listen … I … really don’t think talking about this is a good idea . 
It’s thanks to Eden if I am where I am today , and besides we can’t know for sure if what you’re saying is … you know … actually true . > 
This behavior of his does frustrate you , even tough part of you understands where he’s coming from and why he would be against publicly bringing up something so big … 
Still , this definitely hasn’t stopped you from studying Eden’s history and past : maybe if you got more concrete evidence , then Rayman would begin to believe you …
While Rayman is indeed quite scared about your research , everything you say to him does make him think …
He’s known you long enough to say with certainty that you wouldn’t lie about it , and since he interacts daily with the Board of Directors he can’t help but feel like they are indeed hiding quite a few things from him .
Still , the star of Eden can’t get distracted by these thoughts : he does have a lot of work to do after all , so he eventually gives priority to his shows and his meetings , without knowing that one day what you told him was going to become a terrible reality …
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Ramon 🖤
He is … completely devastated . 
You warned him , your research on Eden’s history would’ve changed everything if only he had the courage to expose it to the world when he still could , and yet he was so afraid of losing his comfortable life that he just threw it away …
Ramon feels like he could drown in that terrible guilt , but he knows that he can’t allow himself to waste time feeling sorry for himself … 
Right now he needs to find you , and that’s all that matters .
When you open the door and see your once so confident and cheerful friend looking so drastically different , you’re … pretty shocked .
< Rayman … ? 
Woah , are … are you okay ? > 
< There … there is no time to explain … 
I need to talk to you , it’s urgent . > 
His voice is shaky , and you realize right away that he is being very serious . 
You let him in your apartment filled with history books and papers scattered all over the floor , then sit down on the living room’s couch , inviting him to do the same .
< I’m listening . > 
After taking a deep breath , Ramon tries his best to ignore the lingering fear that you were never going to forgive him after hearing him out , then he slowly starts talking …
< Damn … that’s … that’s a lot to unpack , even tough my theory on Eden did mention that it was a messed up society , doomed to collapse eventually … >
< Yeah … > 
Ramon watches you take a deep breath while taking in all the information he just gave you , wondering when would you tell him that you never wanted to see him again after paying so little attention to your research .
… but to his surprise , that’s not what ends up happening .
< Well , we can find a way to stop them . Judging by how they’ve been acting throughout all their history , I have at least a bit of a theory about where Eden will go from here … 
Plus you did kill the Directors today , so they’re probably gonna need some time to find someone new to fill their roles . > 
< Wait wait … “we” ? 
You mean … > 
< Mhm . If your plan is to fight against Eden’s tyrannical rule , I’d like to help you out where I can . > 
Ramon is completely baffled by your response …
< I don’t … aren’t you even a bit upset at me , y/n ? 
For god’s sake , you’ve been telling me that there was something very wrong for so long and I didn’t even - > 
< Ray - 
… ah , sorry …
Ramon , it’s okay . What matters is that you’re here now . 
Focusing on past mistakes isn’t worth it , right now we should only push forward . > 
You smile at him , gently holding his hand in yours to reassure him .
< You mean a lot to me … you really do , so I can’t just leave you doing something so dangerous on your own now , can I ? > 
Ramon remains silent for a moment , before squeezing your hand and letting out a little chuckle …
< Heh … thanks , y/n … 
That means a lot . I’m sorry for not believing you … >
< It’s alright .
Now , I think you should probably get some rest since you look absolutely exhausted , and after that we can discuss about  what to do next .
Does … that sound okay with you ? > 
< It does . > 
Ramon watches you get up from the couch to collect some of your books and papers from the floor , and he sighs while laying down on the couch , staring at the ceiling …
He is really , really grateful to have you by his side … 
More than he’ll ever be able to say with words . 
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yanderes-galore · 7 months
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Can I ask for TFP Megatron with your prompt 57 <3
Of course! Pardon me if it's short. Decided I needed to do more Cybertronian/Cybertronian even though I prefer humans when I write at times. So here's an Autobot darling forcefully turned Decepticon ;)
Yandere! TFP! Megatron Prompt 57
"You're stuck with me, like it or not."
Pairing: Romantic/Platonic (Isn't all that specified)
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Indoctrination, Kidnapping mentioned, Degrading behavior, Forced companionship but implies a relationship, Possessive themes.
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It felt bad enough when you learned your insignia was replaced. In your spark you'd always be an Autobot. However, with your capture, anything that made you an Autobot on the outside was removed from you.
That badge you took pride in was replaced with a brand. Your colors even changed to something darker. Soon you'd be forced to be something you aren't... completely remodeled in Megatron's image.
You never wanted this. You never saw yourself as a Decepticon. In fact, you think you'd prefer death.
Megatron himself didn't seem to agree with such a thing.
Your only theory as to why he decided to convert you instead of kill you was to hurt Optimus. Maybe he was thinking of using you to show that Optimus failed you. All you can think of is being used as a lesson.
That's the only logical conclusion you could think of, anything else felt impossible.
You had no idea it was something much... darker.
By the end of your reassignment and remodeling, you didn't look like you. Whenever you saw yourself your optics often drifted to the sign on your chasis. The brand that used to be so painful to you now a constant reminder of your forced allegiance.
Not only that but you often looked at your paint job. The normally bright colors Autobots had was now replaced with muted dark tones. Everything that made you yourself, except your personality and beliefs, was gone.
They may even take those next.
The thought of the Decepticons changing you completely scared you. As a result you've begun to keep your help by perfecting the art of acting. You'd happily pretend to go along with things if it meant keeping what's in your spark.
To you, learning Deception was how you survived living amongst Decepticons. For all you know that goes for all of them, not just dissenters trying to survive. Honestly, you thought you were fooling others despite the fact your room was still a cell.
Your tricks did not go past Megatron.
Megatron had a feeling you'd start pulling tricks. He's seen your files, you're adaptive. You're loyal to Prime through and through, only using deception to stay alive and come back to where you think you belong.
But he can break you... like so many before you.
He's already changed how you look. All it takes is some more discipline and he can fully change how you think too. You're already better off than most Autobots in his mind.
When he invites you to meet with him privately he can already tell by the way you walk how nervous you are. It's almost a little cute, the way you walk like a newly enlisted Decepticon frightened to meet your leader. Don't worry... he'll help you find your confidence...
Right after he breaks you.
"You called for me, Lord Megatron?" You greet him in your practiced voice. The larger Decepticon looks you over, looming over you before stepping closer.
"I see you've been getting along with the rest." He begins, red optics staring into you with a piercing gaze.
"Yes, sir. I'm a Decepticon now...." You trail off, a hint of sadness in your vocals.
"Are you now?" Megatron hums. "You know that means you've betrayed Prime and all the rest of the Autobots, right?"
Megatron grins when he sees the flash of hurt on your face. It was obvious you wanted to go back to them. He hates it.
He'll break it.
"Yes, sir." You manage to say softly.
"You're lying. I know you wouldn't comply to being a Decepticon so early." Megatron sneers, circling you like a shark. "I've done my research. You're way too loyal."
You keep a straight face at his comments. He isn't wrong, you'd die for Prime if you had to. Part of you wonders if Megatron knew that... so instead he decided to dress you as Prime's enemy instead.
Seeing that you're saying nothing, Megatron continues.
"That loyalty will be remodeled like the rest of you." Megatron spits. "Even if you stay loyal to that Prime now, I'll be sure to change everything about you."
Megatron stops in front of you before taking a step closer.
"I will make you my servant to parade around."
He takes another heavy step forward.
"I'll rub the fact I've made you mine in that Prime's face."
He stops in front of you, you feel yourself shake under his size. You can barely dwell on the possessive tones he let slip due to the threat in front of you.
"I'll break the both of you. I'll take it as my own personal victory with a pretty little prize. You'll be loyal to me as my perfect little trophy."
You flinch when he wrenches your chin up, you shrink away under his gaze but he doesn't let go.
"There'll be nothing you can do about it..." Megatron whispers darkly, his eyes wide with insanity. "You're stuck with me, like it or not."
By the time he pulls away, you're nearly crumbling under your own weight. Look at you... your attempts at deception shattered by him getting in your head. You may look like a Decepticon... but you're not there yet.
No matter, he'll teach you how to be loyal to your Lord in time.
Even if it requires pain as a motivation.
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scoopdedooop · 27 days
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Don’t ask me what this is or where it came from, I just love a toxic, petty little argument.
You stormed out of your home with Jason a week ago and you bump in to each other at a party.
Warnings: smut
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“Oh, well if it isn’t my ex girlfriend.”
You spun so quickly on your heels you nearly topple over. Your ex (kind of) is standing in front of you, in all of his glory. His beard is starting to grow, his hair is messy because he constantly runs his hands through it when he’s drunk and he’s got a dumb smile plastered on his face. As much as you want to smile back, you don’t.
“What are you doing here?”
This had been a last minute thing for you, your friend you’d been staying with had a plus one to a fancy rooftop launch party of some fancy new beer so to clear your mind you decided to go. Expect, it turns out the one person who’d been constantly occupying it was here, standing in front of you and looking infuriatingly good.
“I was invited. What are you doing here?”
“I’m Amber’s plus one.”
“Oh, so it’s Amber you’ve been staying with, huh?”
You cross your arms and tilt your head, just so he was fully aware you were completely closed off to him… or attempting to be, at least. The way he’s looking at you is almost impossible for you to resist but you’re incredibly stubborn in these situations.
“You don’t need to know that information.”
“Are you gonna come home soon?”
“No. I’m looking for a new apartment.” Jason let out a small sarcastic laugh that made you want to pour the new fancy beer he was holding over his head.
“You don’t need a new apartment. You have a perfectly good house that you could live in if you’d just come home.”
“Well maybe I don’t want to live with someone who doesn’t want to live with me.”
“You’re talking about Amber, aren’t you? Your snoring can be pretty loud.”
He’s drunk, so he’s being a smart ass which just pisses you off so you let out a dramatic groan for only him to hear and storm off. He’s hot on your heels though, following you and grabbed your wrist to stop you going any further.
“Ok, ok. I’m sorry. I’m being a dick.” You turn to look at him with a completely unimpressed look on your face. “I want to live with you. And I’m sorry for how I acted so will you please just come home? This has been going on long enough.”
It had been going on for a little over a week. It was trivial really, your argument. It was over something as stupid as a bowl in the sink but it’s what he’d said that caused you to leave. You’d been with Jason for quite some time now and over that time you’d gradually moved in to his house. He hadn’t asked you but neither of you minded, he even helped get rid of your apartment however during this argument where he’d kicked off about the bowl in the sink he’d told you he didn’t ask for this, that you’d just waltz in and made yourself at home. You’re not entirely innocent in this, you shouldn’t have left the cereal bowl, you shouldn’t have shouted at him just as much as he did you but what he said hit a nerve because it was something you’d been conscious about so you responded by leaving and told him you wouldn’t be coming back.
He tried to contact you but you made a point of ignoring him. This is the first time you’d seen him since the blow up and while there was a playfulness to your conversation because you were both a bit drunk, you were still upset with what he’d said.
“I don’t have a home. Ex’s don’t live together.”
“Yes, you do. You have a home with me in a nice part of Brooklyn so stop being silly and just come home, ok?” He took a swig of his beer then quickly added, “and you’re not my ex, that was a joke. We’re having an argument, we’re not breaking up.”
His confidence about the situation, although incredibly hot, was annoying you. Mainly because you know he’s right but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of him knowing that.
“I’m happy at Amber’s. Nobody shouts at me if I leave a few dishes in the sink.”
He takes a moment to centre himself, you can see it in the way he pressed his lips together. He clearly wants to react but he doesn’t, he keeps his cool.
“I admit I should have handled that situation better. I was way out of line and I certainly didn’t mean for it to get to this point. But we’re only going to be able to resolve it if you come home.”
“I told you, I don’t have a home.” He closed his eyes for a second.
“Oh my god.” He muttered. “You are the most stubborn woman I have ever met, do you know that?”
“Oh, and that’s something else you do don’t like about me, is it?” You huffed.
“I love that about you. I love everything about you. Which is why all I want is for you to come home.”
You stare at him for a moment before shrugging. “I’m going to go and mingle.”
And with that, you walk away. Maybe you are just being stubborn and petty at this point, you can see he’s sorry. He’s told you that everyday since you walked out, even though you don’t respond to him. He’s text you every evening to say goodnight and that he misses you and that all he wants is for you to come home but you just can’t shake his words.
Despite not spending time together, you spend a lot of time glancing at one another. The more both of you drink, the more heated your glances become. even when you’re on opposite sides of the party you can feel the heat rise in the back of your neck when you catch his gaze. It’s getting late when he approaches you again, you’re sat on the wall with a bunch of people but you watch him coming over.
“Ready to go?” He asked, offering you his hand.
As much as his presumption angered you, you took his hand and followed him out of the party to a nearby cab because there’s no way you could deny him right now.
“This isn’t me coming home.” You told him while you’re breathless, your arms and legs around him as he fucks you against the wall of his entry hall way.
“It is.” He responded, gripping on to you so you stay upright.
“Fuck- no. I- oh god.” You can’t even think straight because he feels so good inside of you.
This certainly isn’t how you intended the night to go but as soon as you’d seen him you knew you’d be going home with him, you both knew that. You bounce up and down on him as best you can, leaning back on the wall behind you to support yourself and he watches you, flicking his hips in the perfect time to meet you.
“God, I’ve missed you.” He whispered, pulling you off the wall so he could walk to into the actual house.
He stays inside of you as best he can and it takes a while for you to actually get upstairs because you keep stopping during different parts of the journey for some relief. You ended up cumming while you rid him on the stairs.
By the time you actually get upstairs to bed both of your clothes have been torn off, you’ve already came twice and he’s so close he can barely stand it, every time you needed to stop he’d been desperate to be back inside of you. You lie on your back, him on top of you and he’s slamming in to you so hard all you can do is claw at his back, trying to hold on to something as you cry out for a third time. This time he cums with you, filling you up and thrusting particularly roughly with each spurt he does. You can barely move, you feel like jelly but when he lies beside you, still catching his breath you force yourself to get up to make a point. You only disappear into the bathroom to pee but when you come back out you pull on some clean underwear which is neatly folded in your drawer.
“What are you doing?” He asked, one arm behind his head so he could prop himself up slightly.
“I told you, this wasn’t me coming home.”
“Jesus Christ. Yes, it is. Will you stop with this bullshit now? Get back in to bed.”
“No! You really hurt my feelings.”
“I know. I know I did and I’m really fucking sorry but I can’t make it up to you and apologise properly if you won’t speak to me. Please, just come back to bed.”
You’re torn but he’s right, you’ve dragged this on long enough and you not being home is only making things worse, it’s only driving a wedge between you that didn’t need to be there. You’re a bit huffy about it because you hate it when he’s right like this and you’re just being childish, but you climb back in to bed beside him.
“Come here.” He said, patting his chest so you scoot over and lay your head on it. “I’m really, really sorry, ok? I didn’t mean to be so mean, I was in a bad mood and I took it out on you. This is your home as much as it is mine. I’m sorry for being such an asshole.”
As he spoke your arm came around him and snuggled into his side. You’d missed him but being here, back in his arms made you realise just how much.
“I’m sorry I stormed out. I can be a bit dramatic at times.”
“Oh, you don’t say.” He teased and shuffled down so he could lay beside you and kiss you. “So you’re gonna stay? No more running off and leaving me to fret for a week?”
“I’m gonna stay.” You grinned and he pulled you in for a long, hard kiss.
“You know, if I was a younger man I’d fuck you again just to show you how much I’ve missed you.”
You laughed and just snuggled up to him again.
“There’s always the morning.”
“Mm, ok. And I bet Amber is relieved she doesn’t have to listen to your foghorn snoring anymore.”
“I do not snore!”
“Yes, you do. Somehow I’ve even missed that.”
“I’m starting to rethink my decision.” Jason laughed and held you a little tighter just in case you decided to get up. “Let’s just go to sleep before you offend me anymore.”
“Night, night, my little foghorn. I love you.”
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Sled Ride Together With Yuu (Jade Leech)
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a/n: Yuri write something that isn't about Jade challenge (impossible). This is just some random stuff set during the Harveston event. I have half a thought written out for Idia that was supposed to go on this post but turns out the next part comes out today and I know I won't be happy to finish that until I complete the available story content. Sorry :/
notes: Jade is a red flag and Yuu is implied to be comically short, what are we? energy being answered with a shrug emoji, no one in NRC knows how to communicate and this includes Yuu.
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“Well if Mount Moln is involved I might know someone who would be interested.  Not too sure if he’d be down for the sled race, though.” 
“There’s no need to be so shy prefect.”  He had interjected, fully intending to round on you and tease as soon as he was finished making his pitch to Epel.  But you, delightful, unpredictable, beautiful you had instead rolled your eyes at him once he obtained your friend’s blessing and went in on the attack.
“As cute as your self-confidence is, I wasn’t going to suggest you.”  Both he and Epel are left flustered as you sigh and turn to the most unexpected of persons.  “Idia you’re going to miss the QTE.”
“Cute.”  He pouts at your back, you’ve barely spared him a glance this trip unless prompted.  You had avoided commenting on his applepom Idia’s too but he certainly wasn’t paying extra attention to how you treated him, even after he spoke his mind about yours.  His sanity’s only current saving grace was the way your pupils had dilated the first time you had been forced to look at him; otherwise he might have been forced to assume all the careful months of dancing around your unspoken little attachment to one another was the misread of the century.
Thankfully he doesn’t have to wait much longer to find out what you are currently "arguing" about.  The entire trip is practically made worth it with the little stall Epel guides them to, filled with the bounty of the mountain he was so eager to witness.  His eyes dart over the stall, wondering if he can maybe convince Epel he should be allowed back sometime in the future when he has time to spare.  A month perhaps?
“... I have no idea what any of that meant.”  says Sebek as Jade rattles off plant names.
“Sounded like monster or mecha names to me.”  mutters Idia.  You sigh.
“He’s just using the scientific names for the plants; it's not that hard.”  He smiles as you finally move to his side, gladly adjusting to be as close to you as currently acceptable.
“Did you recognize any of them?”  Epel asks, genuinely impressed as you nod.
“I should hope so,” Jade interjects before you can respond “we certainly discuss plants enough in the Mountain Lover’s Club.”
“YOU’RE A MEMBER OF THE MOUNTAIN LOVER’S CLUB?”  Sebek asks at a completely normal volume and you roll your eyes, suddenly remembering that you’re supposed to be angry at Jade who is taking a bit too much pleasure in this revelation.
“Unfortunately.”  You mutter and Jade laughs.
“It’s just the two of us.”
“Oh so it’s Fungus when one of my friends invites me somewhere you want to go but fungi when it comes to storing the climbing gear?”  You huff and Jade blinks.  Oh.
OH.  He has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.  So that’s what this was all about.
Jade turns towards you, eyes dangerously aglow as he lets out a pitiable, put upon sigh, slipping his right hand free of his glove.  “Darling,” he says with that toothy smile, in just condescending enough a tone you nearly miss the desire swimming in the subtext of how he traces your jawline with his long, cold fingers “you keep suggesting that I’m causing problems for myself on purpose.  If I’ve caused you distress, please do forgive me.”  He leans downward, gently pointedly kissing your forehead and nuzzling your hair, dropping his voice in both tone and volume to murmur in your ear.  “I assure you, I can reach our things just fine.” 
You really, really, r e a l l y want to shriek and cuss him out, but it’s all you can do to steady your breathing with how keenly aware you are of every eye in Kokko Market heavily judging you both.  Jade seems blissfully unconcerned, you know he’s not unaware, as he pulls his focus away from you and back to his purchase and Epel mercifully, though clearly judgemental, tugs you away with the rest of the group deeper into the market.
The merchant is trying hard not to laugh, though Jade quickly notes it’s not at him.
“I used to do the same thing.”  Jade’s polite smile returns, eyes darting momentarily to the small woman sitting next to the stall who appears to be competing in the reddest apple contest Epel mentioned earlier with the shade she’s turned.  “It’s just so cute to watch how far they’ll go before asking for help.”  
“It really is.”  He agrees, pulling his hand back into his glove as he prepares a few fake tears.  “Still I am worried I’ve gone a bit too far this time.”
“Aww chin up.”  the merchant finally audibly laughs.  “I’m sure you’ll find a way to make up for it.”  The red woman sighs, still embarrassed but settled enough to face him finally.
“If you’re looking for suggestions, I might have one in mind.”
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You’re quite finished huffing and puffing by the time Epel allows them to take a break from sledding practice, though Jade’s presence still causes you to stiffen.  He apes embarrassment well enough, though you’d like to think you know enough about his acting that your skepticism is warranted. 
“I don’t suppose you have any comments to offer?”  he asks innocently enough.  “You seemed to be observing quite diligently.”  You snort, he’s practically screaming praise me.
“Not anything substantial.”  you dodge, still too flustered from earlier to even think about throwing Idia or anyone else under the bus again.  “I’m afraid plush sledding is beyond me.”  
“How disappointing, you seemed so enthralled with the animals earlier.”  You sigh and brace yourself, gearing up for another… conversation making the mistake of closing your eyes to center yourself.  “You know I was wondering something.  Earlier when Epel was talking about stuffed animals, he never bothered to ask about you.”  That was not where you were expecting the conversation to go, and when you look up at him he does seem interested to a degree.
“Stuffed animals are popular in my world.”  it sounds lame to say.  Sort of like confirming your world’s humans also breathe air.  You’re so embarrassed you find your gaze naturally drawn to your shoes as you kick lamely at the snow.  “Um.  I had a teddy bear when I was a kid I really liked.  That’s a sort of stuffed bear but it doesn’t look anything like Idia’s-”  Something soft hits the side of your face and you turn to look up at Jade in surprise.  You come face to face with a plush reindeer, similar to the one Jade’s been practicing with for the past few hours being pushed forward to boop your nose.  You sneeze as he laughs, tugging you forward into his arms when you attempt to take the plush; that familiar heat of embarrassment floods back into your chest as you try to resist the urge to squeeze it to death.
“How unfortunate.”  he sighs, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips similar to the way he looks when inspecting a plant he really likes, only this time he’s inspecting you.  “Here I was thinking I finally had a chance at making some progress, but you’re still talking about other men.”  He bends down to your level again, pressing his forehead to yours with a content sigh.  “You will be rooting for me I trust?”
“A bit greedy to want me all to yourself, don’t you think?”  There’s not even a hint of malice in your voice, you can’t bring yourself to pretend to be mad anymore as you try to focus on the gift and not your rapidly beating heart.
“Oya, are you saying I don’t already?”  and technically, no he does not.  He hasn’t asked, but that’s something you are content to keep fishing for later, for now you just blow a raspberry that he kisses into as you sigh in content.
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*I left the merchant gender neutral since they aren't mentioned in game to my knowledge. I was picturing a cottage core lesbian couple though.
**I'd like to think originally no one joins the mountain lovers club because they're afraid of Jade and then after this Yuu joined everyone stayed extra far away because they didn't know what was going on, but they didn't want to be in the middle of it. Hence Sebek screaming and Epel judging.
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