7 anon here! Could I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to gn s/o trying to comfort them awkwardly? Like asking if they should stay with them & leave to give space? If they should talk, just listen, or keep quiet?
Astarion
Oh, you are just as awkward as he is, and he loves it.
Itâs so endearing, the way you try to pick the right words and keep failing. Itâs a bit entertaining to see you squirm.
But youâre trying and itâs more than anyone has ever done for him before, honestly.
He wraps you in his arms and holds you close. Whispers in your ear a thank-you for caring. Feels his soul soften when you tell him heâs worth the world to you.
Gale
Heâs exceptionally erudite most of the time, and so are you - that is why heâs so taken aback when you struggle for words.
You search the rich well of your eloquence for something to say and come up short. Instead you just pat him on the shoulder⊠and he bursts out laughing.
He apologises; he didnât mean to be unkind, he just wasnât expecting that reaction. In fact itâs enough to lift the mood and get him smiling again.
Wyll
Sees that youâre struggling with the best way to offer comfort, and instead just reaches out to take your hand.
He presses his lips to your knuckles so that you can feel when he talks.
âKnowing that you are here is enough to help, my heart.â
He feels you relax, letting go of the worry while stepping into his arms.
Halsin
You try to make awkward, comforting smalltalk with him, but a heavy hand on your knee silences you.
âIt is enough that you are with me. Let us just⊠be together.â
So you are, sitting quietly side by side, enjoying the view of the flowers heâs sought out.
The simple act of you being next to him is a salve to his hurt.
Haarlep
The incubus is prone to flights of fancy. Melodrama comes with the territory. Youâre lucky that, when heâs upset, it isnât for long.
Itâs so obvious how awkward you are. He laughs in your face at it. When you harrumph he turns playful again, wrapping you in his arms and tail and pressing his face into you.
âOh, darling, I was only playing. Come now, letâs stop being sad and move onto better thingsâŠâ
Dammon
Really tries to not show how upset he is in front of you, ever.
Prides himself on being strong! It wouldnât do for you to see him crack and falter.
He can see what anguish youâre in trying to comfort him and never quite finding the right words. It makes him feel better, somehow? Like you should both be more open to showing these parts of yourselves.
The sincerity behind your awkward affection is enough to make him joyful again.
Rolan
Is probably a little gremlin about it, letâs be honest.
âI thought the hero of Baldurâs Gate was meant to be good at these sorts of thingsâŠâ
âWell I thought the wizard of this tower would be adroit at social situations, but clearly I was a foolâŠ!â
And then youâre back to bickering. Itâs nice. Itâs familiar. And youâre both happy.
Zevlor
It pains him to see you so uncomfortable.
He takes you in his arms, holds you close. Face pressed into the crook of your shoulder.
âMy love, you should be the one leaning on me. Iâm sorry to make you fret.â
You reassure him he has no reason to apologise to you, and just hold him until things feel better - which, eventually, they do. Your hug is a cure.
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Hey can you write something about Joe and reader. Can it be like enemies to fwb. Joe bumps into reader at an event, he teases her about her stalking him and being obsessed with him but the reader just happens to be there because sheâs genuinely interested in the event. Maybe after the event Joe decides to invite reader to like a after party kick back in his hotel room or home depending on the setting you choose and thats where they get intimate. Make it super smutty. Reader isnt famous in anyway she works in the field like a data analysis or statistician something other a journalist please, and you could make their rivalry or hatred stem back to college days.
NO BC I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SM YES YES YESSSS and i have the perfect song inspo in mind too :))
if u think iâm pretty - joe burrow x fem!reader
requested by: @multiflcs :))
warnings: exes to enemies to ??? (iâm sorry, all i know is complicated relationships tbh), smut (18+ ONLY), oral (fem receiving), joe is a certified munch (yâall canât tell me otherwise), overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex, BIG DICK JOE, riding, hair pulling, spitting, mention of unrequited love, praise, implied height difference, no use of y/n, brief cameo from jaâmarr
disclaimer: i do not own any people, teams or organizations i included in this story. this is for fictional purposes only. do not copy or claim my work as your own. comments, reblogs and constructive feedback are appreciated!!
a/n: this is my first time writing smut so hopefully you enjoy reading this as much as i loved writing this!
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i know that you're shitty and you're bad for me but i can't stop thinkin' 'bout it
as you walked the past the red carpet, you made your way inside the event venue, which was packed with celebrities, athletes and other public figures alike. as a data analyst for the 49ers, you were sent to las vegas to work for the super bowl so it was pretty exciting but a bit apprehensive. youâve been to many football games for the past four years youâve worked for the nfl but being able to attend the super bowl was a once in a lifetime experience.
through the connections you made throughout your time working, you scored an invite to the fanatics super bowl party this year so of course, you accepted. you look down at your outfit, which was a simple long-sleeved black cocktail dress, making you feel slightly undressed amongst those wearing luxury designers.
you walked through the sea of people that were socializing and talking amongst themselves to the bar area. the bartender, a woman who looked about your age, âhey, i love your dress! what can i get you?â you smiled, âthank you! and can i get a blue lagoon?â she nodded and began to make the drink. a voice behind you said, âyou still order that? old habits die hard, i guess.â you scrunch up your face in confusion and look behind you, seeing the nflâs golden boy, joe burrow, the sight of him making you sigh and roll your eyes.
you met joe during your second year at lsu, you had seen him around campus, went to some of the football games and at parties so you knew of him. you both had a statistics class together and he was failing so he asked you to help tutor him. you helped him gain a better understanding of the subject and was able to get his grade up. as you two spent more time together and got to know other, tension began to develop.
one night, he asked you to come over and hang out after your shift at a local bar and restaurant near campus. you got off of work and you drove over to his place, it seemed like a normal kind of night between friends, which consisted of ordering in food and taking turns to pick out a movie to watch.
this week, it was your turn to pick so you decided on sixteen candles since he never watched it before. you tilted your head up toward him from where you laid on his chest, âwhy havenât you seen this before?â he shrugged as he gently ran his fingers through your hair, âjust never got around to it.. i think tara tried to show me this other movie and i ended up falling asleep.â
tara mays was the typical popular sorority girl and cheerleader who thrived on daddyâs money in order to keep up with her lifestyle. her and joe would hook up occasionally but she would always want to make things into something more serious between them. however, joe would always have to let her down easy, insisting that sheâs a great girl but a relationship wasnât something he wanted (at least from her).
the words came out of your mouth before you actually thought your words over, âyou arenât seeing each other anymore?â he sighed, âyeah.. i had to be honest with her and myself about letting it continue.â you perk your head up in interest, âhow so?â he looked at the television screen as if he was paying attention to the movie, âi told her i was into someone else.â
you nod understandably, âso.. who is this mystery girl? do i know her?â he looked down at you and smiled softly, âi think you know her very well. she likes to read a lot, she even has her own little library in her bedroom which is very cute. i have her coffee order memorized, which is a iced caramel macchiato with two sugars. her fav-â
you leaned forward and cupped his face, giving him a eager and passionate kiss. he quickly reciprocated the kiss, his hands wandering down your back. he moves away from your lips and starts to leave kisses all over your face, which made you laugh and try to wriggle away from him but his strong arms held you in place. he began to kiss down to your neck, then he flips you both over so that heâs on top.
it made you gasp and a breath hitches in the back of your throat at the way he moved you so effortlessly, like you weighed nothing. you opened your legs and wrapped them around his waist so he can feel more comfortable on top of you. he laughs softly at your reaction, âso.. i guess youâre into me too then?â you roll your eyes playfully, âshut upâ. then you grab him by his shirt and kiss him deeply, internally praying that nothing ruins this moment.
the bartender handed you your drink and joe slides his card across the bar table to pay for it. you attempt to push it back in his direction, âthat isnât necessary, joe.â he shrugged it off and gently moved your hand away, âdonât worry about it.â the poor woman sensed the tension between the two of you and silently took his card and swiped it through. she asked, âdo you want a receipt?â
before you said anything, joe shook his head and she handed him back his card, giving you both a polite smile. you sip your drink, annoyed at the fact that he even bothered to show up and the fact he pulled this kind of gesture knowing you wanted nothing to do with him. his voice broke you out of your thoughts, âyou know⊠a thank you would suffice.â he dawned those famous cartier sunglasses and those stupid jeans he wore throughout college. even if he did look really hot, he was still the same person who broke your heart after graduation years ago.
you scoffed, âlike i said, it wasnât necessary. i could have bought it myself.â he retorted, âwell i wanted to so youâre welcome.â your blood started to grow warm and beginning to boil at the way he was acting. he wasnât the one who had his heart broken so the attitude wasnât needed. he clears his throat awkwardly, âare you stalking me?â you furrowed your eyebrows at the audacity of that question. the fact he even asked you that made you want to punch him in the nose.
you laughed sarcastically, âare you fucking kidding me?do you seriously think that i came out here for you?â he shrugged, âwell, why are you here then? you donât know anything about football. youâre too obsessed with me to actually pay attention.â you glared daggers at him as the tension between the two of you grew by the second. you get closer to him and throw your drink in his face, causing attention towards you and him as he wipes the remnants of blue lagoon on his jacket sleeve.
the other partygoers stared both of you down, wondering what happened and what led to throwing a drink in the quarterbackâs face. you seethe, âfuck you, joe.â you walked out of the party venue, completely embarrassed and anxious about losing your job since this incident involved a prominent player in the league. you made it outside and walked further down the street to a empty bench far away from all the commotion from the party.
you open your purse and dig through to find your pack of cigarettes that you only smoked when youâre stressed or overwhelmed and desperate times call for desperate measures. you take one out of the pack with your pink lighter, igniting it. you take a long drag and inhale into your lungs, letting it calm your nerves as you exhale. your hands were trembling and your brain was going at a million miles per hour when joe sits next to you.
he looks over at you, his eyes softening at the shaken state you were in because of him. you stare at the cars and people walking by, âif you want to get me fired, thatâs fine.â he shook his head, âiâm not going to get you fired or anything like that. you had a right to throw that drink in my face.â you took another long drag as you flicked off some of the ash beginning to build up on top.
you both sat in an uncomfortable silence until he decided to break it, âso you work in data analysis now?â you nod, âyes.. i donât know how long after what just happened.â he sighed, âyou arenât going to get fired. plenty of people in this field have done worse and received no repercussions. iâm going to do everything in my power to make sure you donât get in trouble for this.â
you shook your head, âyou wouldnât understand, joe. youâre a man, if you were in my shoes, you would face no punishment. but for me, itâs 100% a possibility that i can lose my job because of this. youâre a famous quarterback who i threw a drink in his face while i just work for the team.â you felt yourself growing to panic as you anxiously tap your fingers against your thigh, âitâs supposed to be this huge event and i feel like i would be a liability for that.â
he wrapped his arm around you, not caring about the smell of the cigarette lingering on his clothes. his free hand rubbed against your back soothingly, doing his best to calm you down. he reassured, âif anything comes out about it, i know a few people that can make it go away. as for the team, iâm going to talk to them about it being a misunderstanding.â
you looked over at him, âyou donât have to do that for me.â he said, âi want to, okay? i put you through so much pain and i want to make it up to you.â you didnât notice a few stray tears flow down your face until joe tilted your chin with his fingers and wiped them away with his thumb. his ocean blue eyes stared deeply into yours, âi am so sorry. for everything.â
you flick the remains of your cigarette to the ground and let out a tearful sigh, âi havenât loved anyone else since you. i donât think iâm capable of feeling that way towards anyone.â your confession made his heart drop into his stomach. he remembered that night after you both graduated as if it happened yesterday.
as you slowly kissed him after settling into bed after that eventful day, you whisper against his lips, âi love you.â those three words made him stop kissing you. while you two had been dating for almost 6 months, he had no idea if he was ready to say it yet. while he was the #1 draft pick for the cincinnati bengals, you were able to obtain an internship for the denver broncos, which was going to 17 hours away from him.
you noticed his lips stopped moving against yours, you looked at him with concern. âare you okay, baby?â he let out a shaky sigh, âi donât know if iâm ready for this.â you asked, âwhat do you mean?â he continued, âyouâre going to be all the way in colorado while iâm in ohio. how are we going to make this work if i wonât be able to see you?â
you looked at him, taken aback. âwell, we can always facetime and we can visit each other whenever we can.â he shook his head, âweâll literally go from seeing each other every day to barely seeing each other at all. do you have any idea how hard that is for me?â you rubbed your face, feeling the skin in order to not shut down.
you bite back, âitâs going to be hard for me too! itâs not just about you, joe. we both have our own careers we need to focus on but it doesnât mean that i donât love you.â he gets out of your bed and grabs his backpack off your chair, packing up his clothes. âwhere are you going?â he opened up the drawer you cleared for him whenever he would spend the night with you, shoving whatever clothes that he can fit into the bag.
âi just need space. iâm just going to go back to my place for tonight.â you get up out of bed, standing in front of the dresser so he wouldnât just leave. âwe need to talk about this, joe.â he sighed, âwhat do you want me to say? that long distance relationships donât last no matter how much weâd try? get realistic and stop romanticizing this.â
your voice cracks and eyes well up with tears, âso thatâs just it then? you donât want to be with me anymore?â he shrugged, âi really donât see any other solution.â you nodded meekly, finally moving out of his way. âjust get your shit and go.â
you leaned closer to him, burying your face into his neck. he wrapped his arms around you, inhaling his cologne, noticing it was the one you gave him for his birthday. he kissed your forehead gently, âweâre going to figure this out, okay?â you nod and pull away from his embrace, wanting to get a better look at him. he still had the same haircut from college and his cartier glasses were off, the streetlight capturing how beautiful his eyes are.
he stared back at you in awe, he still thought of you as the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on. he moved a couple strands of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, the gesture making you melt like putty in his hands. without a second thought, he leaned in and softly pressed his lips against yours, suddenly pulling away incase he misread any signals.
âiâm sor-â you cut him off by kissing him passionately, your hand finding its home in the back of his head, running through his dirty blonde hair. while your other hand wandered under his plain white t-shirt, feeling his warm body against your manicured fingertips. he wrapped his arm around your waist while his free hand groping your left breast over your dress causing you to moan into the kiss, slipping his tongue inside your mouth.
his hand moves down to your plush thighs, giving them both a firm but gentle squeeze. his lips move away from yours, kissing down your jaw to your neck. your hand moves back to his hair, giving the roots a gentle squeeze, he lets out a breathy groan against you. his breath tickles your skin softly, his lips finding the spot on your neck that makes your squirm. he sucks against your sensitive skin causing you to mewl at the feeling of him sucking and biting your neck, leaving a bruise that youâre going to need to cover up later on.
he detached his lips from your neck to admire his work, lightly kissing the hickey he left on you, which made you wince. you both smile softly, taking in what just happened and how much youâve missed each other. he asks, âdo you want to head back to my hotel or yours?â you shrug, âit doesnât matter to me.â he nods, âokay, weâre going to mine then.â he sat up, holding his hand out for you to take.
you hold his hand, allowing him to help you up from the bench and intertwining both of your fingers together. he said, âmy hotel isnât too far from here so it wonât be too long.â you nod, standing up on your toes and kissing his cheek. he blushed softly, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer to him as you walk to his hotel room.
as you walk closer to where he was staying, you began to slow down next to him as your feet began to grow tired in the heels you were wearing. he looked at you concerned about you slowing down, âis everything okay?â you nodded, âyeah, itâs just that my feet were starting to hurt.â
he squatted down onto the ground near you, he looked up and asked, âcan you lift your foot up really quick?â you nodded, lifting your foot up off the ground for him as he held it delicately. he unhooked the heels clasp around your ankle and gently took off the heel for you. you lifted your other foot off the ground for him and he did the same thing.
he held both of your heels for you as he got up off the ground, dusting the dirt off his jeans. he asked, âdo your feet feel better?â you smiled softly and nodded, âthey do. thank you.â he smiled back and leaned down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. âyouâre welcome, baby.â you laugh softly, âbaby? are you getting all soft on me, burrow?â
he rolled his eyes playfully, âonly for you.â he interlocked his fingers with yours, kissing your hand softly and leading the way back to his hotel. as you both walked through the lobby and inside the elevator, he pressed the fourth floor button and turned you over to face him as the elevator doors closed. he leaned down once more, kissing your lips once again, cupping your face gently in his hands.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as the kiss grows more intense when the elevator opens, signaling that you made it on the fourth floor. he grabs your hand and hurriedly pulls you outside the elevator and leads you down the hallway to his room. as you reach the outside of his door, he pulls the keycard out of his pocket as you lean closer to him and teasingly kiss his neck.
he shudders as he puts the card into the slot, âfuck, donât tease me.â you smiled against his neck, âor what?â the light on the door turned green and he immediately opened it, pulling you inside. he grabbed the âdo not disturbâ sign and set on the door outside the room, shutting it behind him and locking it.
you set your purse on the desk and he threw your heels to the floor near the nightstand, lightly grabbing your wrist to get you to look at him. he feverishly kisses you as if his life depended on it, his teeth clashing against your own. you managed to slip your tongue into his mouth as his hands explored your body over your dress. he managed to say through kisses, âtake this off.â
you nodded eagerly as he sits down on the corner of the bed, wanting to watch you undress for him. you slowly took off your dress, revealing your matching laced black lingerie set underneath. he took off his jacket and his necklaces as you undressed for him, throwing his jacket to the floor and setting his necklaces on the nightstand then turning over to face you again.
you decided to straddle his lap, pulling him into a needy kiss as his hands wander your body to the back of your bra. âcan i take this off?â you smiled against his lips and nodded, âof course, baby.â his hands unhooked your bra, letting it fall to the floor as he looked at your breasts for the first time in years.
his hands caressed them softly causing you to let out a soft moan into his mouth. he looked down at them, his eyes widened slightly at the sight of your pierced nipples. âwhen did you get this done?â you blushed softly, âlike two years ago.. do you like them?â he nodded, his fingers teasing the balled jewelry, making you shudder and whimper.
he takes your breast into his mouth, sucking on your nipple and teasing the jewelry with his tongue. you moaned softly, watching him lick and suck while you run your fingers through his hair. his free hand teases the other one as his mouth moves to it, giving them both the same love and recognition. you whimpered, grinding your hips softly onto his lap.
he detached his mouth from you as his hands held your hips, helping you grind against him and groping your ass. he captured your lips again in a messy kiss, his nose brushing against yours. âi missed you so much.â you whispered against his lips, âi missed you too, baby.â your fingers reach the hem of his t-shirt, him quickly obliging as he pulls it over his head and throwing it to the floor.
he quickly flips you both over, climbing over you and kissing down your neck to your chest. you shudder softly against his lips as he kisses down your stomach to reaching the hem of your panties. his fingers brushed over the damp cloth causing you to whimper softly and open your legs for better access for him. he asked softly, âcan i take this off too, pretty girl?â
you nod eagerly, âplease take them off.. i need to feel you.â he grabs both sides of your panties as you lift your hips up so he can easily take them off. he pulls them down your legs and reaches your ankles then throwing them to the side. his fingers brush over your wet folds as you mewl softly at the feeling of his fingers against you.
he bit his lip as he teasingly rubbed his fingers against you, âyouâre so wet for me.. and i barely did anything. itâs kind of pathetic, baby.â you mewl at his words, not being able to take his teasing any longer. you begged, âplease do something, joe. i need you so bad.â without hesitation, he opened your legs a little wider and buried his face between them. he kisses and teases your clit with his tongue causing you to let out a sigh and closing your eyes.
he tapped your inner thigh, âlook at me, baby. i want you to watch me.â you opened your eyes and looked down at him as he suckled your clit into his mouth. you run his fingers through his hair and mewl loudly at the feeling of him slipping his tongue inside of you. he devoured you as if he hadnât eaten in days, you moaned in satisfaction and contorting your face in pleasure as you watch him eat you out.
his tongue lapped against your wet cunt as you push his face closer into you, grinding against his tongue as if youâre riding him. he pulled your legs onto his shoulders as your thighs clench against his head, you whimper and grip his hair tightly causing him to moan as he kisses and laps up your wet arousal. the pit building in your stomach began to boil over until youâre writhing against his face. and arching your back.
he knew you were growing closer to your orgasm as your movements started moving sloppily against him. he asked, âyou want to cum, baby?â he slipped his tongue inside you once more. you nodded, âyes, iâm so fucking close!â he urged, âbeg for it. tell me how much you missed me.â you whimpered, âi missed you so much, joe. no one can make me feel as good as you.â
he smirked against you, âgood girl. cum for me, baby. cum on my face.â you came undone at his words and the feeling of his tongue flicking against your clit. you moaned in ecstasy as your legs shook against his face as he continued you to guide you through your orgasm. you gasp and whine as the overwhelming sensation of his tongue curling inside you.
you whimpered, âokay, you can get off. please.â he moved his tongue out of you, his chin and mouth glistening with your juices. he pressed a few chaste kisses in your inner thighs before he finally moved out of between your legs. he leaned up closer to you, your legs wrap around his waist, his hard cock straining in his jeans and rubbing against your inner thigh.
he kisses you feverishly, slipping his tongue in your mouth. tongues and teeth clash against each other as the neediness between the two of you grew more intense. he pulls away from you and lightly pecks your lips, âyou taste better than i remembered.â you blush, âyou remembered what i taste like?â
he nods, âof course i do. you havenât left on my mind since i left that night.â you sat up, kissing him softly as your hand reaches down and teases through his jeans by caressing your hand against him. he groans softly, shuddering at the feeling of your soft hand on the outside of his jeans. âyou can take it out if you want. i donât think iâll last long if you keep rubbing me like that.â
you giggle lightly, âyou got that hard from eating me out?â he said, âi got hard the moment i saw you again if you want me to be honest.â you peck his lips softly, âyouâre so fucking cute.â your hand moved to the zipper of his jeans, unzipping and unbuttoning them. he pulled his jeans down to his ankles, kicking them off to the side, revealing his black calvin klein boxers.
you helped pull his boxers down, revealing his girthy, rock hard cock slapping against his abdomen as you free him from his boxers. you stroke it softly, your thumb feeling the slit of his tip as he lets out a sigh. âfuck, i missed your hands on me.â you asked, âoh yeah?â he nodded, âif you keep doing that, this is going to be over pretty quickly.â you laughed softly and moved your hand off him.
he rubbed his cock over your folds, making you both groan and whimper in pleasure. âif it hurts, iâll stop, okay?â you nod feverishly, bucking your hips to match his movements. he slipped the tip of his cock inside of you, letting you slowly adjust to his size and so he can feel how warm and tight you are. you both let out a breathy moan, he slipped more of him inside you causing you to wince and him to groan softly. âfuck, i missed you.â
his thrusts were teasingly slow as he let you adjust to his size again since it was so long since heâs been inside you. you whimpered, âfuck me, joe.. pleaseâ. he moved his hips, thrusting a little faster causing you to moan softly in his ear. his lips nipped and sucked on your collarbone as you buck your hips into his to match his thrusts. he asked teasingly, âdo you like that, baby?â
you nodded eagerly, âfuck me harder⊠i need it so bad.â he moved your legs over his shoulders as he thrusted deeper inside you. your knees were against your chest as he fucked you harder, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours and both of your moans filled the hotel room. both of you were lost in each other until the sound of his phone rang from the pocket of his jeans.
he groaned annoyingly at the dreaded sound ruining the mood as he moved out of you, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact. he quickly grabbed his jeans off the floor and took his phone out of his back pocket, swiping to answer it and holding it against his ear. âyeah?â he smiled softly down at you as his hands groped at your breast, rubbing his thumb over your pierced nipple.
he sighed, âno, dude, i left the party over an hour ago. what happened?â you mouthed, âdo you want to stop?â he shrugged, listening to whatever jaâmarr is asking him about. âno, i caught up with an old friend and weâre back at my hotel.â you smiled softly as you knew you were the old friend he was referring to. he laughed softly, âno, iâll tell you about it later..â you grew more comfortable onto the bed as he finished up his phone conversation. âokay iâll text you later.. get back safe.â
he ended the call and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, leaning down and kissing you hungrily. he asked softly, âdo you want to keep going?â you nodded, âyes please.â he laughed softly, âaww, look at you using your manners.â he kissed the crook of your neck then pecked your lips, âsuch a sweet girl.â you asked shyly, âcan i ride you?â
he nodded eagerly, lying down on the bed next to you. you crawled on top of him, kissing his neck teasingly. he lets out a soft sigh, running his fingers through your hair as you find the sensitive part of his skin, sucking and nipping the same way he did on the bench prior. his breath hitches, âfuck, donât tease, baby.â
you giggled softly, detaching your lips from his neck before giving the forming bruise a small kiss, hearing a wince from him. you got up onto the bed, hovering over his cock while you line him up with your entrance. you sink down onto his length, hearing shudders and gasps from the both of you.
you start to roll your hips, his hands going straight to your hips helping guide your movements against his body. you whimper and moan as you close your eyes and throw your head back in pleasure. his hand reaching up and groping your tit as you ride him to oblivion. you had plenty of hookups after you and joe broke up but no one made you feel so full and satisfied you the way he did.
he laid up further, pulling you closer to him as he kisses you passionately. his hands gripped against your hips, probably leaving tiny bruises for you to wake up to the next morning. sweat began forming and dripping down from both of your foreheads as your legs started getting weaker. his hand giving your thigh a gentle squeeze as your movements began to slow.
the heat in your stomach was rising as you continued to move against him. his hands wandered and caressed your body on top of him. he cupped your face softly and lowly whispered, âopen your mouth, baby.â you obeyed, sticking your tongue out for him as he spit in your mouth. you whimpered softly as you swallowed his spit causing him to groan at the sight of you. âyouâre such a good girl.â
his words push you closer to the edge of your climax as you push through the soreness in your legs. your walls began to tighten around him causing him to let out a soft moan. you moaned, âiâm so close.â he grunted, âfuck, i am too. cum for me, baby. i want to feel you around me.â you loudly gasped, burying your face in his sweaty shoulder, biting down to muffle your screams. the feeling of your teeth digging into his skin and your walls clenching his length made groan and shudder as he fills you up with his cum.
you pull him into a slow, needy kiss as you both were steadily coming down from what just occurred. you get off of his lap, legs shaking from either your orgasm or how long you were using them for. you get up from bed and attempt to gather your clothes to get dressed when joe asks, âwhat are you doing?â you eyed him with confusion, âgetting ready to leave?â he shook his head, âcome lay down with me.â
you found yourself crawling back into bed with him before thinking it over, you were used to leaving after a hook up so him asking you to spend the night was something that you hadnât heard in a long time. you cuddled into his chest as he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you, your leg draping against his hips. what you didnât know was that joe rarely dated after you two broke up. he went on a few dates but always found himself thinking of you to fully pursue anything.
you felt yourself beginning to doze off but was fighting to stay awake so you can be in the moment with him longer. he whispered in your ear, âyou can go to sleep.. iâll be here when you wake up, okay?â you nodded sleepily as you finally shut your eyes, softly snoring on his chest. he gently moved your hair out of your face and kissed the top of your head as he watched you peacefully sleep. he never thought youâd actually end up in his arms again..
but now that youâre here with him, he finally felt he was whole again. his only regret was that it took him so long to realize that he loved you after you two broke up and you moved away.. he cooed softly in your ear as you slept, âi love you.â he gave you a kiss on your forehead before drifting off to sleep, being happy that you were back in his arms again.
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i did this for myself and @thegengarprincess but i figured some of y'all would appreciate it too (especially @j-restlessgeek :3)
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Taking A Break!
Hey yâall!!
Unfortunately, as Iâve mentioned, Iâve had little to no time to write between school & work & everything, and recently Iâve been getting sick (likely because of stress) and!! Iâm worried Iâm going to burn out if I keep this up :<
So! Iâm going to be taking a break until at least January, and maybe even a tad longer after that. I might stick around to answer some asks here & there, but I donât think Iâm going to be as active as usual
As for the commission queue, the order of the wait list is going to stay the same, and if, throughout my break, you become interested in a commission, you can still message me and Iâll add you to the wait list ^^
I think thatâs all I wanted to say for nowâthank you all so so much for always being so supportive & interactive â€ïžâ€ïž I appreciate all of the asks, tags, reblogs & messages so much, it always keeps me going ^^
I hope everyone has a fun, safe & happy Halloween & holiday seasonâand Iâll see you in the new year!! âšâ€ïžâ€ïžâš
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Hello Ian! âĄ
I got this sudden idea for Cathie that I just wanted to share, as I also feel it's something Jamil would do!
So, since Cater has his ears pierced, I was thinking...
Imagine a single pair of earrings, where Cater wears one on one of his ears, and Ruthie wears the other on one of her ears! âĄ
It's a cute way to be matching with your partner, and a small way of keeping them with you wherever you go!
I think Jamil would do this too, as not only is it subtle, but it's also a way for him to show that you are his (even if others may not know it!)
Whenever he sees you, and sees the earring on your ear that matches his, a small smile comes to his face, feeling a sense of pride âĄ
And whenever he misses you, he holds the earring between his fingers, subtly rubbing where it sits in his ear. Sometimes he does it without even realizing it âĄ
But yeah! I just wanted to share, cause when I got this idea for Cathie, I instantly thought of Jamil and him doing this with Yuusha âĄ
Thank you! âĄ
(Also, I just wanted to let you know I'll be sharing this idea with Mah too, as she also has an OC that she ships with Jamil! I just wanted to give you a heads up in case you see this ask on her blog too!)
HELLO HI HELP READING THIS MADE ME SO GIDDY AHGDSKLJFA
(the earrings are a very rough concept gksdljfsldj)
(also fun fact: the reason why there's a star because yuusha's last name "tala" means star in filipino)
and i don't know if you even intended this but i made the connection of jamil rubbing the earrings when he's missing you / thinking of you like he is wishing for you to appear ;;; to something similar to how you rub the magic lamp to summon the genie --
AGH IDK IM JUST ARGHLSDJFLS
IM EATING THIS UP SHEEP
THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD đ
ALSO --
I DO LOVE THIS A LOT FOR CATHIE!!! the idea of cater and ruthie having matching earrings is so adorable and AAH IT JUST SOUNDS SO THEM đđđ
AND AND MAH'S DAMALI AND JAMIL YES YES -
ough just so cute ;;;;
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Tease Tidbit Tuesday đ
More from the Buddie Slow Dance Fic. This fic is gonna be soft and sappy đ„°đ. The first song these boys danced to (before this lil snippet starts) is Paper Rings by Taylor Swift cos itâs such a fun song and Buck is a Swiftie and would totally drag Eddie to dance to one of her songs.
âWhereâd you learn to dance like that?â Buck is finally able to ask as the song begins to come to a close. Heâs been told a few times by Karen and even Eddie himself that the man could dance, but he didnât think heâd be that good.
âMy Abuelo and Abuela loved to dance. Swing, samba, waltz, they just loved dance and taught all of us kids. Every Sunday after church weâd go back to their house and have lunch as a family and then dance. After Abuelo died, Sophia and Adrianna stopped dancing, but I kept it up so I could dance with Abuela.â Eddie begins swaying them gently as a new song begins to play. âDancing always made her so happy, and even though he was gone, I wanted her to have something of him still. Keep the memory of him alive, you know?â
Buck didnât think it was possible to fall even more in love with someone, but here he is, sinking deeper into the sea of love he has for one Eddie Diaz.
No pressure tagging: @exhuastedpigeon @lover-of-mine @forthewolves @fortheloveofbuddie @callmenewbie @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela @hippolotamus @wildlife4life @eddiebabygirldiaz @eddiediaztho @rainbow-nerdss @try-set-me-on-fire @spotsandsocks @devirnis @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck @hoodie-buck @jesuisici33 @loserdiaz @callaplums @captain-hen @monsterrae1 @messyhairdiaz and whoever else wants to share something đ.
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he is so cute I want him carnally đ„șđ
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some more ieytd headcanons but ones specifically centered around zoraxis staff. prism is mentioned but not really in a spoiler way. nothing is mentioned that the trailers haven't already revealed so idk
Juniper
Struggles to keep long term relationships of any type because showing that he cares about people is incredibly difficult for him. He likes to imply it and just⊠hope the other person knows. But what seems obvious for him is incredibly vague for others around him.
(He has lost most of his friends and all of his partners to this phenomenon and heâs really bitter abt it)
He hates embarrassment so much that the second he starts to feel it his brain translates it straight into rage. Unfortunately, this quick fuse normally causes something to happen that only embarrasses him further.
He talks to himself a lot. Which means that he thinks to himself out loud, but he also literally talks to himself. Refers to himself as âJohnâ and hypes himself up whenever heâs about to do something he deems important.Â
His conceit actually comes at the consequence of making him incredibly paranoid. Whenever someoneâs talking or laughing, he always needs to take a second to eavesdrop and make sure theyâre not talking about him.Â
Roxana
Suffers from very intense time blindness- both in regards to her work, as well as her personal life.
Robutler being there was probably the only thing stopping herself from wasting away after she left the Agency. She can, will, and has forgotten to eat, drink, and sleep while sheâs been working on projects before.Â
Names are incredibly important to her. Theyâre a sign of basic respect, and over the years that mentality has affected how she communicates with⊠pretty much everyone around her. She uses them a lot more than the average person would because of that.
(It makes talking w/ Fabby so hard because calling her âFabricatorâ feels. bad. Thatâs not a name dude. even Zor has a name Fabs come on work with her here.)
Really hates unpredictability. Only eats from a small pool of foods because thatâs the only stuff sheâs absolutely certain sheâll like. Working with her robots is so comforting because sheâs always aware of exactly what their thought process is going to be.Â
Solaris
Sheâs naturally very loud. Volume control is pretty much never at the forefront of her mind, but at the same time she gets really annoyed when people tell her to keep it down.
Believes (wrongfully, mind you) that everyone else has at least a neutral relationship with her. Is completely unaware that some of the crew are absolutely terrified of her.
Says what she means and means what she says; rarely ever sugarcoats stuff, and hates needing to decipher other people when what they mean and what they say donât intertwine.
Praise doesnât really do anything for her. Obviously itâs nice to receive, but it doesnât make her feel any better about the work she does. In that regard, sheâs entirely self motivated.
Sheâs very prone to sleepwalking. Sheâs learned the hard way to cut herself off from her projects and actually go to bed after too many incidents of her wandering around in the lab, bumping into who knows what.
Fabricator
Gets mad easily, and stays mad for a really long time. The sort of person to shake with how visceral her anger is. âAn eye for an eyeâ is one of her daily affirmations, she is not above revenge in the slightest.
She enjoys the way that most people shrink away from her in fear, and plays up her unnerving demeanor just for the fun of it sometimes. However, sometimes people will be scared of her when sheâs not even trying, and she will be completely oblivious as to why.
(It's like that scene in Bad Guys where they canât even get a check for their meal because the staff are all cowering, so they just have to leave the cash on the counter. Waiters in the kitchen drawing straws trying to decide whoâs gonna be forced to serve her)
Poison has been her special interest since before she was even working with Zor. Obviously, theyâve only fueled that fire of hers since.
Absolutely adores creatures that people would consider stereotypically terrifying, so long as they have aesthetic appeal. Sheâd wear a live snake around her neck like a feather boa. She baby talks to Zorâs scorpions. She takes design inspiration from tarantula coloration. You get me.
Speaks with her hands a lot. If you stand too close to her sheâll probably poke your eye out.
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Getting close to finishing chapter 11 for Abrtl. I'm around 7k in - about 2k of which has been written for over a year - and have probably 1k-2k to go. It's so exciting to make real progress quickly again, I finally feel like I have direction for what I'm writing and I'm enjoying the process again. Most of chapter 10 was a slog to write, especially because I've been so excited to get to the next part of the story.
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how it feels when ppl reblog my fics and say nice things to me
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Hi... Is the Its Me Not Her smau discontinued?
hey lovely!
its been so long, ik đđ none of my works are discontinued at all, but i just haven't been writing as much. ill definitely continue my works eventually, i just have other projects being worked on outside of writing/posting; but i'll be updating my works (inc imnh) in the future xoxo
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Hi friend just here to say I LOVE YOU and I love jimby so much they r perfect for each other and they make the world go round pls never stop drawing them or spreading joyđđ«đŒđ»âïž
HI SNICKERS!!!! WAHH .... THANK YOU đđđđ I WILL DON'T WORRY!!!! đđđ i will continue making jimby as long as i still love them!!! they're very dear to me and of course I'll always continue loving them...
spreading joy with jimmy and abby!!! thats my goal in this community!!! i already have some sketches ready and i cant wait to finish them all... sjjdjfkf im so happy !!!!
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Also! âš Lil update! âš
Iâm planning on moving soon, so Iâm gonna be slowing down my production for a while! Once my current queue runs out, updates will be more sparse but Iâll be around to answer asks/post doodles/chat etc. so please keep sending in ideas and interacting if you feel like it! Hopefully all goes well and Iâll still have plenty of time to draw and write, because Iâm still really enjoying these little projects đ ïżŒ
Anyway itâs easiest to get ahold of me in DMs on discord (be.fernsby), but tumblr and instagram are just as fine. Hope everyone is having a wonderful time zone with something nice to drink or snack on đđ
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im on my hands & knees offering u all of my lifeâs earnings (approx. $24.55) for u to get back on your assistant!reader bs đđđđđ it is my favorite and I think about them every single day
spoilers for ch. 359+
you're clocking out later and later these days, and not so subtly.
on the afternoons that he's without a patrol shift, it's kirishima that's dragging you from the office, ushering you along with the quiet reminder that your boss wouldn't be too happy about the extra time you're picking up. the stacks of paperwork that you're letting eat into your personal space. how much of it you're trying to take home.
and he's rightâbut the filing isn't going to do itself and with katsuki out, it's only piling up further and further. the residual ghost of his punctuality is even more haunting when he's not at the agency; throughout the day, you find yourself glancing to the darkened glass of his office, watching the grimace grow on your own reflection. the last thing you want is for your dilly-dallying to stain him and his position as an employer, and if finishing the paperwork means staying an hour after the rest of the office emptiesâso be it.
your boss, however, doesn't see it that way.
the minute the front door closes behind you, you know you've fucked up; it's nearly eight in the evening, and you're just now arriving at his apartment, file folders held tightly to your chest. you take a scan around his living room and only allow yourself to breathe when you don't recognize the dark shape of him on the couch, which is where he's been sleeping a lot lately. because of his arm.
"don' wanna keep you up," is what he grumbles into the fabric of your shirt, mouth squished against the top of your shoulder as he crowds you in the kitchen. he's always been an early riser, but you're not so sure he's even resting to begin with; both his eyes stay bloodshotâeven the good one.
the healing is slow going and you can tell it's eating away at him: to be at home and not at work, in the quiet of his apartment as you go off to do the bits of his job that you can. it bothered him even before he was injured, to see you sweating over his reports and the schedule and their delicate natureâand now you're three hours late, meeting notes in hand.
just as you let out a slow sigh, the floors creak, a low groan coming out strained and weary and, much as it chills you to be caught, worry kindles in your belly.
"katsuki?" you wait, eyes darting around the dim living room until a sniff echoes in the silence. you move forward in a rush, tossing the papers on the couch as you hurry across the hardwood, clutching the edge of the arched hallway to spin yourself around the corner even quicker andâ
you come face to face with him, grumpy, as your eyes slowly adjust in the shadowed hall. he's half asleep with his arm free from his sling, though he's still cradling it close to his bare tummy, scratching at the hair bristling the underside of his unshaven jaw.
gravelly, he asks, "the hell 'ave you been?"
"sorry," you whisper, even though he's already waking up, "i've been prepping for the meeting with morph tomorrow andâ"
his left eye blinks furiously, unbandaged, and the furrow of his brow has guilt gnawing away at you. half of his face is still shiny and tender, and wearing his usual glare tugs on his baby-fresh skin; if you hadn't been so late, again, then the upset wouldn't have had a reason to sprout on his sleepy face.
"what time is it?"
you wince, and that is enough of an answer for him to sigh, shake his head as he stumbles around you to the kitchen. an agitated grunt sounds from deep in his chest, followed by a low hiss as his bare feet meet the cold tile, and you trail after him like a kicked puppy. still, he doesn't shrug away when you wrap your arms around him, laying your cheek against his back as he opens the fridge.
"'m sorry," you murmur.
after a minute he sighs and closes the door, restless, popping all the fingers on his left hand. you can feel the breath he holds in his chest, the tension that lines his body before he speaks.
"what, you don't wanna come home to me anymore?"
"what?" you pull away from him as if burned, looking at his back, his neck, at the scarred tissue of him inâhorror. when he doesn't turn around, you tug on him before fitting yourself between his body and the fridge. "katsuki, no, that's not true at all."
a little frown slants his face and his good eye flicks over you before darting away.
the healing is slow goingâand what's coming with it isn't all good; he's been angling away from you, slowly, over the past few weeks. not turning fully, but he won't allow you on his right side if he can help it. hiding, almost.
"no," you say again, firmer this time, "i've been trying to handle everything at the agency because i don't want you come back to a mountain of shit."
"already will," he huffs before gesturing to his arm. "y'think this is gonna go over easy?"
a sharp sting cuts deep in your heart and you have to swallow to keep tears from springing to your eyes. you hate this, hate that he's been wounded so, that it's affecting him more than he'll let on. you imagine him in the dark, alone on the couch as it eats him alive, and that image is enough to send your tears overboard.
you frown at his chest before nuzzling into him, hugging him to you until he lets that breath out, until you feel the warmth of his hand at your back.
"i'm sorry," you say again, for everything. all of it.
katsuki lets out a tch and slumps, pressing his mouth into your hair with a sigh. "quit apologizin', justâei can handle it." when you nod, he curls even further into you, more than he ever usually does, and something melts down to honey in your chest. "thought you'd wanna stay home with me, anyway."
"i do!"
"so do it," katsuki pulls back to headbutt you lightly, grunting when you steal a quick kiss from him. "damn woman, gotta beg you toâ"
"no, no," you whine, shaking your head as you hug him tighter. "i want to stay home with you! i'm gonna cook you breakfastâ"
"âlike hellâ"
"âand lay out all your meds and you tuck into bed and help you in the shower and be a perfect little nurseâ"
he kisses you to shut you up, one long press of his lips that turns to another and another, and you can't help but to laugh a little against him. with his forehead to yours, he shakes his head, rolling his eye before pulling back to tug on your blazer.
"take this shit off," he grumbles, letting it drop to the floor in a shockingly lazy action. you go to pick it up, but he loops his hand gently into yours before tugging you after him out of the kitchen.
when he passes the living room, you fail at hiding your grin. "you gonna sleep in the room?"
you've missed him in his soft, cool sheets; turning over to find his warmth right beside you, the feel of his hand somewhere on you all throughout the night, how soft he looks in the morning, how easy he is to sink into to.
you miss cozying up into his neck, dozing off there until he bites at you for drooling on himâthough the last thing you wanted to be was needy, not now. you thought giving him space was good and that he'd want it, but it seems you were wrong.
maybe he wants you closer than ever. maybe he needs it.
"well, yeah," he rasps, tugging at your shirt, too, after you cross the threshold of the bedroom. "gonna tuck me in, ain't you?"
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Seventh Day of Gift-Giving: Seven Nights
Prompt: Light fell through the window, illuminating the couple lying in bed, entangled with each other and perfectly content with it.
The two idiots in love have also been idiots in the kitchen, but not for much longer! đ
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After all the food-related disasters, their dinner date had been nothing but lovely, if simple: arriving at the restaurant, it had turned out someone working there knew Olli from one of their music projects back in their conservatoire days and had happily arranged a table for them at the back of the dining hall, hidden away from the hustle and bustle of the restaurant. There they were left in peace to chat about everything that crossed their minds, to make each other giggle by âstealingâ food from each otherâs plates, or just to sit in silence, finding deep comfort in each otherâs easy company. The atmospheric lighting of the restaurant had made Olliâs expression look especially soft, and if they hadnât, in spite of everything, been in public, Aleksi wouldnât have hesitated scooting his chair next to Olliâs to whisper sweet nothings into his ear or pull him in for a long kiss, one he had been dying to give him the entire evening.
That was why, after having picked up Rilla from Tommiâs temporary dog daycare, Aleksi was more than happy to be back at Olliâs again, because he couldnât have pushed Olli against the door to crash their mouths together at the restaurant, could he?
It seemed Olli shared the sentiment, as he was quick to undress Aleksi of his overcoat and wrap his arms around Aleksiâs waist to pull him close, never breaking the kiss but instead smiling into it.Â
âThanks for the date night,â Aleksi said, pulling his mouth apart from Olliâs just enough to form the words before savouring the taste of Olliâs bottom lip again. He could still detect traces of the chocolatey dessert they had enjoyed.
âThe best idea weâve had all week, huh?â Olliâs speech was but slur, with Aleksi nibbling on his lips with great appetite despite having just dined the better part of evening; now, he was ravenous for something else entirely.
âThe best idea weâve had all week so far,â Aleksi murmured in turn. He hoped Olli would get his hint and was rewarded when the shade of Olliâs eyes darkened and his sighs against Aleksiâs lips, cheek and neck became more shallow, more greedy.Â
It seemed Tommi had done an impeccable job at activating Rilla all evening, since the dog wasted no time in making herself a nest in her little dog bed and was already settled in by the time Aleksi and Olli stumbled in the bedroom. Aleksi made a mental note of buying Tommi a beer as a thanks the next time theyâd hang out, because Rillaâs sleepiness made it possible for him to grab Olli by his hips and gently guide him straight towards the bed, all the while leaving small, soft kisses on his lips.
Throughout the whole dinner, Aleksiâs mind had kept wandering to how amazing it had felt to hold Olli close and keep him there without the fear of rejection, to kiss him without alcohol clouding his judgement or regret banging the door at the back of his head; he was only just beginning to wrap his head around it all. Even now, with Olliâs body pressed against his, eagerly echoing every movement of Aleksiâs own, Aleksi almost wanted to stop and pinch himself to make sure it wasnât all just another unattainable fantasy, a daydream that would turn into a nightmare when Aleksi would realise that was all it was: nothing but wishful thinking of a fool who had gone and fallen for a friend.Â
As if reading his thoughts, Olli let their final kiss linger unnecessarily long before he opened his eyes to look up into Aleksiâs. His pupils were dilated and his eyelids hooded, but his hands were no longer roaming Aleksiâs backside aimlessly but instead slowly caressing his neck and chest before grabbing Aleksi by his shirt and pulling him on top of himself as they fell on the bed.
After the brief interruption, their mouths found the same rhythm effortlessly as a familiar feeling began to set in Aleksiâs lower stomach. Underneath him, Olli let out a long moan, his voice low â and insanely sexy, might Aleksi add â but just as Aleksi had begun to subtly roll his hips against Olliâs, his efforts were interrupted by Olliâs hand on his pelvis and his lips withdrawing from Aleksi's own.
âAleksi, ummmmâŠâ For one terrifying second, Aleksi paralysed in fear of having done the wrong thing or having misinterpreted Olliâs cues. Olli must have sensed this, for he immediately flashed him a reassuring smile and brought his face closer so their foreheads were touching.
âIs it okay if we just sleep tonight? Letâs just⊠not rush things, yeah? Weâve got time, donât we?â
The relief almost brought tears to Aleksiâs eyes.Â
(And maybe it did for real, but just a little, mind you.)
âYeah,â Aleksi nodded, his nose nudging Olliâs. âWeâve got time.âÂ
Suddenly feeling exhausted (perhaps it was the stress from all the bottled-up pining finally pouring out of him all at once), Aleksi slumped next to Olli on the bed with a quiet oof, careful not to alarm Rilla. Olli turned to his side to face him, his fingers stroking the exposed parts of Aleksiâs hands below the rolled-up sleeves of his sweater. He seemed particularly fascinated by the tattoos on Aleksiâs forearm, tracing them with his fingers. The touch was just soothing enough for Aleksi to ignore that they should maybe change into something more comfortable before theyâd cuddle each other to sleep, but then Olliâs lips began to slowly work their magic on Aleksi's own again, so he really wasnât in the mindset to care all that much.
âCan I help you undress though?â Olli asked him after a series of long, slow, mind-blowing kisses.
As if Aleksi was ever going to say ânoâ to that.
Once they had successfully (although not without tired giggles) removed each otherâs shirts, they spent a good while taking turns at mouthing one anotherâs bare neck, shoulders and chest with all the care and love they could possibly put in such a gesture. It would have been easy, oh, so easy, to grab Olli with a little more intent, a little more craving, and resume what they had almost started, but Aleksi pushed aside his desires because he did agree with Olli: now that they were finally here, lost in each otherâs touch, there was no more rush, no more fear of it all slipping through their fingers. Even when they were already stripped down to just their underwear, with Olliâs bulge pressing against his, Aleksi was content in having Olli by his side exactly like this.
âYouâre so fucking lovely, I want you so much,â he told him, the words out of his mouth before he had a chance to evaluate just how sappy and desperate they sounded. Lucky for him, Olli didnât seem to mind terribly.
When their kisses grew lazier and their hands found peace at last, fingers intertwined, Olliâs soft voice spoke from the dark.
âI want you too. So fucking much. Just⊠just so you know.â
Such simple words, yet they took Aleksiâs breath away.
I know now, he wouldâve said if he had been capable of talking in that moment. Instead he left a light kiss on Olliâs fingers, hoping it might be enough of an answer. Under the touch, the fingers clasped on to Aleksiâs hand tighter, only softening their grip when Olli fell into a peaceful sleep.
âThe best idea weâve had all week, huh?â Olli's remark echoed in Aleksi's head.
Sure, Aleksi had agreed then, but if Olli wouldâve brought it up again now, Aleksi wouldâve answered differently.
The best idea weâve had? This. Us.
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Jumpspace Renegade - ep. 17 âšđ
[5.4k words, 20min. read - Stray Kids Multi Fic, Scifi!au, Choose Your Own Adventure - Jisung x Fem. Reader - NSFW/Smut - Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Hooking Up, Navigating Feelings, Platonic(?) Intimacy, Ominous Plot Hints, Reader has a Another Terrible Idea, We Have to Figure Out What to Do on Sentury Station, Dressing Up, Crumbs of Backstory, Who the Hell Knows What Minho is Thinking, Chan is Not Completely a Dick?, Always Check the Tags]
[Author's Note: This is the end of season 2! Stay tuned for polls and updates about the series. Thanks as always for coming along for the ride! đ]
[Author's Note #2: This episode is late! Voting closes on Saturday, 10 pm PST]
[Episodes on Fridays 7pm pst, Polling closes Saturdays 7pm pst]
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You were frustrated, hungry, and disappointed.
And confused.
Because the disappointment didnât feel just like disappointment. Maybe you felt a little heartbroken, finding out that you were likely never going to see Seungmin again after his negotiations at Sentury.
But for now, you were hungry.
You surveyed the kitchen, hoping to see if Jeongin had left a plate out for you. Finding none, you checked the warmer. There was a plate inside, but itâd been picked clean, leaving a sad corpse of dinnerware covered in crumbs. Dejected, you grabbed an energy bar and nibbled on it while you walked back to your cabin.
In the cool air of the workshop, Felix was reclined in the hammock set up by the workbench, hanging all the way down from the catwalk. Changbin was preoccupied tuning up the four-wheeler. Someone, at some point, had written âPLACE FELIX HEREâ in the middle of a circle on the cargo basket, the permanent marker ink shiny in the overhead lamps.
Just when you thought youâd slink by, letting the duo go about their business in peace, Felixâs smooth voice made you pause.
âYou excited to go to the Station?â
When you turned back around, Changbin was chuckling and shaking his head. âYou know itâs only folks whoâve never been that are excited to go,â he teased Felix.
The rangerâs giggle was deep, comforting despite being foreboding. He lazily kicked his feet where they hung over the side of the hammock. âDoesnât mean she canât be excited to dock tonight. Sheâs never been, after all.â
You hopped up to sit on the workbench. From here, you could see Felix looked a little bashful, maybe surprised that he and Changbin were back to bantering. But your confusion multiplied.
âWait,â you shook your head, âtonight? I thought we were docking tomorrow!â
Felix and Changbin looked at each other, and then at you. The blonde pointed to another digital screen, like the one in the galley, this one on the wall by the door back out to the common area. Sure enough, the time and date had changed to Galactic Standard. The ship mustâve passed a Federation satellite at some point.Â
You were internally screaming, but you tried to remain calm on the outside. âWell,â you heavily sighed. âIâm not even sure what to expect at Sentury. All I know is the Station is huge and thereâs some casinos.â
âSome casinos?!â Changbin roared out a laugh, popping his head out from where it was focused on the four-wheelerâs engine. âThereâs dozens of casinos at Sentury, maybe even a hundred. Youâll find some of the best gambling of your life there.â
âIt was our home base for a few months,â Felix clarified. âSome great nightlife there, if youâre into that. They donât even follow a day-night cycle, so youâll run into folks out having a good time or the worst night of their life at all hours.â
You somewhat recalled this, that Felix and Changbin were a team before joining Chan. Something about Changbin rigging slot machines and Felix shaking down tourists and high rollers.
âWell Iâm excited to go,â Changbin snickered to himself. âAlways something going on. We just have to finish prepping first.â
The urge to share everything that had gone down was nagging at you. Felix and Changbin were clearly experts on Sentury, but you were more than a little wary of how eager Changbin was to cause some ruckus, apparently.Â
âDo you need any help?â you cautiously asked. âPreparing, that is.â
A soft sigh could be heard from the hammock. âI still have to do inventory and secure the lockers,â Felix explained. âAnything bigger than a blaster needs to be deactivated or emptied before we disembark. I donât think we need any helpââ
âOr,â Changbin stiffly cut in, âmaybe you could ask Nova to do the thing.â
âThe thing?â you repeated.
Felixâs blonde head peeked out from the hammock. âChan just asked if I could grab a trunk we nabbed from Floree Outpost out of the cargo hold. You donât want toââ
âSure!â you instantly nodded before you hopped off the workbench. âItâs no problem at all.â You could sense Changbinâs concern over Felix, and what could it hurt? There wasnât anything to do before docking tonight.
You strode over to the mini-lift down to the cargo hold in the workshop, hearing your racing heart booming in your chest while you descended.
Tonight.
All this groundwork you wanted to do had to be done as soon as possible.
You punched the button for the lights when the lift hit the ground. The cargo hold was still an indecipherable mess in your eyes. If there was any method to the madness, youâd yet to find it. You entered the winding labyrinth of crates and boxes, trying to figure out what the hell you were looking for when you came across your old boots.
They smelled like your old apartment, something you never even considered to have a smell before.
What had it been, a week? A very long, exciting, terrifying week?
It felt like youâd been away from Tâkaarm for decades.
âLooking for something?â came a voice, making you look up from the maze of cargo.
Hyunjin was leaning out of his cabin from under the stairs. You waved in greeting although you werenât quite sure why, but Hyunjin waved back.
âA trunk? Apparently?â you asked. âFrom Floree Outpost?â
The appraiser nodded dutifully and made a bee-line down a path of crates. You could somewhat see him moving things out of the way, shuffling items around before he came up with a giant foot locker. The thing was gaudy, shiny magenta with gold curlicues decorating it and brass hardware. A large combo lock was on the side handle.
âExciting,â Hyunjin laughed. âIf Chan wants this, something interesting must be going on. Been hearing funny stuff about Sentury lately.â
There was that nagging feeling again, but just like with Changbin, Hyunjin came with his own risks. The appraiser was way too gossipy for your preference to ask for his help, even if he knew just about everything.
âYou excited to go for the first time?â Hyunjin asked, leaning on a pile of crates.
âEr, I think so,â you waffled. âI hear thereâs great night life.â
Hyunjin let out a guffaw, his laugh bright and airy. âWho told you that? Felix?â
You sheepishly nodded before Hyunjin walked back in the direction of his cabin, waving you over after him. âI love those two, him and Changbin.â Hyunjin picked up his tablet and typed something in before presenting it to you. On the screen were two mugshots: Felix, having the time of his life with a big grin on his face, and Changbin, quietly proud and giving a dazzling smolder for the camera.Â
Some time had clearly passed since then. Felixâs hair was a daring shade of blue, while Changbinâs was a cute chestnut brown. Felix even had some cute extra piercings and a large love bite on his throat, while Changbin was apparently hiding all sorts of tattoos under his long-sleeve shirts if the mugshot was anything to go by.
âLook at âem,â Hyunjin cooed. âFelix is blacklisted from practically half the clubs and bars in Sentury, and Changbinâs not even allowed on a casino floor. Any of them.â
âShouldnât they have made bank then?â you wondered out loud.
Hyunjin shook his head. âThey didnât hit all these establishments, mind you, they just created enough of a reputation to become a preemptive issue. Keep a close eye on them when we disembark, and if anyone asks where they areââ
âI donât know anything,â you innocently raised your hands.Â
âExactly,â praised Hyunjin while he looked at his wristwatch. âNow come on; itâs almost time for dinner.â
You spied the time he was looking at. âDinner?! It was just breakfast!â
âA good crewmate is hungry when the clock says to be,â Hyunjin chided. âMuch to learn, rookie.â
You sighed and returned to the trunk to haul it upstairs, fully prepared to drag it over to the lift before you realized that it was actually surprisingly light. It was difficult to figure out what was inside the foot locker; nothing was rattling inside. The most awkward part of getting it up to the common area was simply the size of the thing, trying to maneuver it up the tight staircase. You had to admit, you were still hungry.
Something smelled amazing when you got up to the galley, and you dropped the trunk by the booth before heading into the kitchen. It appeared that Jeongin was finishing getting everything set.
âLooks good, chef,â you complimented, peeking over his shoulder to the stew he had going on the stove.
âThanks,â he humbly replied. âIâm getting more comfortable not having Felix right here to help me.â
You raised a curious eyebrow. âDidnât do much cooking before this?â
Jeongin shook his head. âNever got a chance to learn, so Felix has been teaching me.â
âYouâre doing great,â you reassured him.
âExcited to go to Sentury?â the cabin boy asked. âIâm a little nervous, honestly.â
âWhat?â you involuntarily laughed. âYouâve never been?!â
âNo!â Jeongin laughed back, his eyes turning up into charming crescents. âLast time we passed through, Chan refused to let me go, âfor my own good,â he said.â
Internally, and although youâd never admit it, you commended the captain a little bit for that one.
âItâs funny,â Jeongin continued, âLee told me something similar recently, like, when he was still in the brig. He said I should be getting off the ship and exploring as much as possible, also âfor my own goodâ.â
âIs that what made you look for Jisung back on Phaborus?â you smirked. He simply nodded in return. âAnd were you nervous?â
âA little,â he admitted. âI know it makes me sound like a pussy, but just a little.â
âNonsense,â you shook your head resolutely. âDoing shit when youâre nervous helps you to not be nervous the next time.â
The cabin boy smiled again, softening his sharp features, but the mention of Minho turned the wheels in your head. It felt a little selfish, but it was worth trying when you had a chance.
âWant help? I can take Minhoâs food to him.â
âSure!â Jeongin brightly agreed. âGives me a chance to eat. Do you remember the combo?â
He asked as if you ever knew. When you shook your head, he dug in his pocket and fished out a keycard, just like the one Chan had given you. You tried not to squeal in excitement when you quickly fixed a bowl for Minho and rushed off.
Thoughts were racing through your head before you stumbled into the workshop, apparently interrupting something when you heard Felix curse from the loft. He and Changbin ducked down behind the couch, and you surreptitiously ran into the alcove between your and Minhoâs cabins. You took a moment, though, pausing to make sure you had a game plan, a stance you were actually holding.
It sucked to think that Minho set you up.
Largely, you admitted to yourself, because the idea was ridiculous. In order for that to happen, Minho had to have made sure the ring not only made it to you in the first place, but that you would make it onto the ship. Yes, it was convenient that the crew got the lead, picked up Minho, and then picked you up, and you had it â but it was only that. Convenient. And conveniences did happen, you reminded yourself.Â
You beeped open Minhoâs door to find him examining his stubble in the mirror again, but not the one on his closet door. He was sat on the windowsill. Someone, at some point, had not only brought Minho a change of clothes, but a hand mirror and a razor. He looked comfy and refreshed in some cargo pants and a hoodie.
âRemind me what you said about facial hair the other day?â you nonchalantly asked. You helped yourself to a bite of food from his bowl, marveling for a second that Jeongin did do a good job.
âDunno,â Minho shrugged, âbut I miss growing it. When was the last time that you saw a Marine with a beard?â
You shrugged back. Actually, you donât think youâd ever seen a member of the Federation military with facial hair. Minho cleaned off his razor in a cup of water at his side.Â
âThatâs because,â he continued, pulling the skin on his chin taut, âthey neutralize the follicles on your face in orientation. Hurts like a motherfucker, but itâs supposed to enforce dress code. Takes some folks years to grow it reliably again. Iâm still patchy as hell.â
You watched Minho shave for a little bit, lamenting that it maybe was somewhat attractive.
But you wanted to calm that relentless thought in your mind.
âHey,â you bluntly changed the subject, âmy Clessorian ring. Did you know about it before I came aboard? Like, did you know it was on Tâkaarm?â
âYes, maâam,â Minho staunchly answered.
âWas it ever in your possession?â
Minho rinsed his razor in the water cup beside him and patted his chin dry with his hoodie. âSure was,â he nodded. âYou done eating my food?â
You swallowed your spoonful of stew before handing the bowl to him. âAnd what did you do with the ring?â
The bounty met your gaze but it was hard to read. âI got rid of it. Too much trouble. You excited to go to the Station?â
This was a satisfying enough answer for you. You walked back to the door. âNot really,â you shrugged.Â
âSmart girl,â he praised. âI knew I liked you.â
Minho was giving you an odd look. You pointed at the bowl in his hands. âYour foodâs getting cold,â you told him, before you promptly left.
The loft was empty, the workshop was empty, and the galley was empty when you entered it. You scarfed down a quick bite to eat before you crept upstairs. The boys were all assembled in the back of the bridge, with the trunk from Floree Outpost at the center. Hyunjin, Changbin, and Felix were all squished together on the couch. Chan sat at his console. You could hear faint music from the nav office, implying Seungmin was busily at work inside. Mysteriously, Jeongin and Jisung were nowhere to be seen.
Beyond the front window, a gargantuan, revolving, metal mass of a space station could be seen in the distance. This had to be Sentury.
âEnough bullshit,â Changbin ribbed. âWe finally get to see whatâs in this thing?â The mechanic pointed at the trunk.
Meanwhile, Chan pointed at you.
âItâs for Nova,â he cryptically explained. He tried the combo once before he broke the cheap lock with his bionic hand. Inside the tacky trunk was a tangle of fabric, all shiny and satiny textiles. The captain pulled out a couple items, revealing them to be showy dresses, the kind youâd wear to nightclubs.
Well, not you, but the kind that you could wear.Â
Chan plonked the dresses into your hands. You scanned the room, confused, and caught Seungmin peeking from the nav office.
The crew were tittering and giggling. âSo,â Hyunjin grinned, âitâs true about Sentury, then?â
âIs what true?!â you demanded.
The captain waved a dismissive hand at you, and then at the peanut gallery. âSo we grabbed this trunk off a couple resort hostesses back on Floree Outpost,â he flippantly explained. âPick one or two outfits you like, just to last you until you find something at the Station. And youâll need to name an escort from the crew.â
âExcuse me?â you gawked, your arms limp in front of you.
âThatâs new,â grumbled Changbin. He dug in his pocket, counted a couple credits, and placed them in Hyunjinâs waiting hand, having apparently lost some wager.
You spiked the dresses at Chanâs face. âCan someone tell me what the fuck is going on? Whatâs with the dresses? Why do I need an escort?!â
âItâs fine, babe,â Felix soothed you. You and Chan both turned to face him. âThis happens sometimes with regime changes. Whoever runs the Entertainment Bureau gets to make the rules. One time, the Director was super into bikes so everyone was big on street racing for a bit, you know?â
âOkay, sure,â you huffed. âBut what changed for there to be assigned escorts now?â
Chan mumbled something and you whipped around to look at him again. He met your eye and reluctantly began explaining. âFrom what I gather, the Director must have one hell of a crew of dancers or hostesses or something because ladies have preference on the Station. Their own security checkpoints, their own transports, their own reserved sections in bars, clubs, even casinosââ
âAnd still no decent shopping, I bet,â Felix complained. Changbin and Hyunjin nodded in agreement.Â
The captain shot the three a look, gaining their silence before continuing. âThe escorts have been used before, when valuable cargo was moving through Sentury. Itâs basically naming your one trusted contact. If you have this escort around, theyâre permitted with you, no questions asked. If someoneâs with you who isnât your escort, they can be separated from you at any time.â
âAnd what if I donât name one?â you asked.
âApparently,â he began, âone will be assigned to you. From our crew or from the Station, I donât know which. On the flip, Iâve actually heard of cases where an escort isnât even named, but instead a crew member is indicted. Can you fucking imagine? Even a whole crew one time, holy shit.â
âMaybe they deserved it,â Felix shrugged.
The captain and the ranger began bickering while you regarded the dresses in the trunk. Not to be that person, but you never really had the occasion to dress up back home. You sneakily pawed through the trunk while the boys were busy arguing, sort of indulging and taking a look. One little number did catch your eye, a slinky, shimmery, champagne-hued dress.Â
âIs that the one?â Chan asked, almost warmly, but catching you off-guard nonetheless. âTry it on!â
âNow?â you whined.Â
âHe has a point, love,â Changbin admitted. âDonât want you looking frumpy when we disembark. We can make adjustments but we canât do magic.â
âFine,â you huffed, ready to turn heel down the stairs.Â
âOh my god,â the captain grumbled, âjust try it on here, you prude. None of us are looking, no one is gonna care.â
You were this close to tearing Chan a new asshole, breaking his knees based on principle alone⊠but he sort of had a point. Heâd said you were part of the crew. The crew all lived in these tight quarters, seeing each other in various states of undress on regular occasions â why shouldnât you act like part of the crew?
âWhatever,â you relented. âBut if I hear one catcall, itâs gonna be a bloodbath.â
âSuch big talk coming from you,â Hyunjin giggled, sliding off the couch and looking through the trunk himself. Changbin and Felix were reading something on the appraiserâs tablet. Chan even had his hands over his eyes, rich coming from the one man present whoâd seen you naked.
Regardless, you were modest about it. You turned around, swiftly slipping off your shirt and pulling on the dress, finding just enough stretch in the fabric to fit around your shoulders and hug you around your waist. Then you tugged off your bottoms, yanking them over your sneakers. You turned back around, admitting to yourself that you felt really good in the garment â when you noticed Seungmin staring. His cheeks rouged immediately, his face going pink when he tried to look busy and not like he was just watching you change.
The boys all turned their attention to you when they no longer heard your clothes shuffling. Chan looked you up and down but didnât say a word, while Felix and Changbin nodded their approval. Hyunjin, meanwhile, nudged your hip with a pair of high heels from where he was digging in the trunk. Once again, they were in your size despite never confirming it for him.Â
âOh, no,â you refused, âIâm not ready for that.â
âThen practice, you maniac,â Chan complained, taking the heels from Hyunjin and pressing them into your hands. You scooped up your clothes from the floor. âGo practice, make sure youâre presentable, and pick an escort,â the captain directed.
You sighed hot into your chest as you defeatedly nodded, turning so you could head down the stairs.Â
This was a lot to take in all at once.Â
Just like youâd considered who to conspire on Jisungâs lead with, now you were wondering who to name as your escort. Theyâd have unquestioned permission to accompany you.Â
Did that mean you could force someone to help you?
Like⊠if you named Seungmin?
Or you could even indict someone, apparently.
Could you even⊠name Minho as your escort?Â
Thatâd probably make Chan snap. Hilarious.
A rush of footsteps in the stairwell startled you, and you turned to see Hyunjin jogging down to the galley. He held out an equally gaudy train case he mustâve found in the trunk.
âChan, that idiot,â Hyunjin smirked, âhe didnât think to give you these.â He opened the case, revealing a mess of costume jewelry, hair clips, and makeup. He then produced a small clutch purse from under his arm and held it out in his other hand. âYouâre going to look amazing. Donât overthink it.â
The appraiser pushed the case into the growing pile in your hands before heading back down the stairs to his room in the cargo hold. You were left alone with a lot to figure out. Dazed, you walked back to your cabin, lost in thought â when you ran face first into Jisung, leaving his room. He looked particularly cozy today, with a tank top and some shorts, with a backwards baseball cap holding his fringe back. It was still taking some adjusting to see him without the eyepatch.Â
The pilot looked thoroughly caught, his eyes wide and his face paling, which interested you until his eyes shifted down from yours, down your collarbones and onto the dress.
âI, uhm,â you struggled to explain, âI have to name an escort.â
Jisungâs eyes lit up and he pumped his fist a little. âFuck yes,â he cursed in celebration. âI fucking told Changbin. But⊠are you going to disembark? Like that?â
The look you gave mustâve been brutal with how Jisung clammed up. It didnât help that, following your criteria, you were still pissed at him. âEr, I mean,â he babbled, reaching forward and brushing a tendril of your hair out of your face. âI just think you can do something nice, really look the part, you know?â
You continued to stare, confused. Jisung sighed helplessly and grabbed your elbow, herding you into his cabin and closing the door. He sat you down at his desk, where he had a small standing mirror that you could see yourself in. The pilot brushed his fingers through your hair, a bizarrely soothing sensation, and began parting it and sweeping your hair in different directions. When you were about to ask him what the hell he was up to, he pointed at the train case.
âWhatâs in there?â
Instead of answering, you simply clicked open the case and gestured for him to take a look. Jisung peered inside, stroking his chin, and then picked out a couple pins before grabbing a hairbrush. Now you could no longer hold back the question you were dying to ask.
âJisung,â you pestered, reaching back and grabbing his hand, âwhat the fuck are you doing?â
âI dated a couple dancers before,â he shrugged. âYou pick up a thing or two. And you deserve to look nice, donât you think?â
Stunned wasnât exactly the right word here, but itâs what came to mind. Jisung whipped your hair up into a casual updo with some loose tendrils framing your face, and then dug into the train case. He held up a few options before holding up two sets of simple earrings for you. When you picked the modest golden hoops, he grabbed a matching bracelet and slipped it on your wrist. You sat still when he applied some light makeup, adding just a little drama to your eyes and a hint of shimmering highlight.Â
It was ridiculous, how your heart skipped a beat when you looked in the mirror.Â
You reminded yourself to stay pissed at Jisung.
âAlright,â he nodded approvingly. âNow the heels.â
âWhoa, whoa, whoa,â you stubbornly shook your head. âI havenât worn heels in yearsââ
âItâs like riding a bike!â Jisung refuted. âBesides, look at these. Wide platform, ankle strap, chunky heel â youâre going to be perfectly fine. May I?â
You swallowed hard when Jisung knelt down and spun you in his desk chair so you were facing him. He pulled off your ratty sneakers and delicately slipped your right foot into the shoe before buckling the ankle strap, and then repeated the process with the left. Jisungâs gaze felt piercing when he looked up at you, and you caught yourself feeling all vulnerable again. He got up to his feet and stepped back.
âWell?â he asked. âIs it true? You canât walk in heels?â
A small sigh escaped your lips before you got up.
You took a confident step forwardâ
But you over thought it. Your weight shifted weirdly, sending you stumbling over your own feet and into Jisungâs quick arms, where he awkwardly caught you but shifted you over so it looked more like he was dipping you during a waltz.
You blinked at him, haloed by the lamp in his room. âItâs too bad Iâm still mad at you,â you joked halfheartedly, âbecause that was pretty smooth.â
âYeah,â Jisung nodded, a little dazed. âItâs a good thing youâre still mad at me, because you look amazing.â
âThanks,â you replied, trying to crack a lighthearted smile, âI just got my hair done.â
In a moment of terror, you realized that Jisung was leaning in towards you, and you pushed a hand into his face, smushing him back and off of you until you were properly standing up on your feet again.
You were both a little out of breath. âYou, er,â you fumbled, âyou didnât formally pitch a plan to me yet, remember?â
âYouâre right,â Jisung agreed, nodding and taking your hand in his. The tension was ballooning in your chest. âCan I talk to you?â
Your chin dipped in a weak nod while you leaned back to sit against Jisungâs desk, but he followed you, stepping between your knees. The following minutes were dead silent. Jisung tentatively kissed your cheek, which you permitted. He then brazenly slid his arms around your waist, and you gasped when he kissed your neck.
âI wanted to see if youâre interested in a plan of mine,â Jisung explained into your skin, his voice breathy and needy.Â
âYeah?â you replied, way too into this already. Your breath hitched when his teeth grazed your pulse.
âI know a guy, at the place I mentioned, Sunrise Casinoââ
âHow many guys do you know?â you teased. Jisungâs fingertips pressed tough into your waist, despite his muffled chuckle.
âI know a guy, okay?â he repeated. âHe just works a door, but heâs a guy. And I havenât heard from him in weeksââ
Jisung exclaimed as you grabbed onto his tank top, reeling him in and kissing him properly. He melted into you then, spreading your knees so he could slide between them. His fingertips found their way down below your waist, and you hissed out a curse when you felt him tease his touch inside of you.Â
âOkay,â you breathlessly nodded while you pushed his shorts down under his erection, âso you havenât heard from your guy. What then?â
You gasped into Jisungâs mouth when he kissed you again, his tongue hotly writhing against yours while he pulled his fingers out to massage the tip of his hard length against your entrance.
âWhat then, Jisung?â you repeated, teasing him to keep up with your little game. He sank into you then, pulling a full-bodied moan out of both of you.
âThen,â he groaned, âthat means I have to rely on the one other guy I have at the moment, a jewelry dealer. He should have some direction for us to go and try to find the safety deposit box while we try to build some contacts on the inside, grease some palms and gather some intelâ oh fuckââ
Jisung shuddered, getting a little distracted fucking you in earnest on his desk. He thrust into you hard, almost grinding his hips into you so he could really rub into your sweet spot. You kissed down his neck, sucking a little love bite into his collarbones. His eyes were squeezed shut, savoring the sensation of your walls enveloping his cock, and you reached up, cupping his face and encouraging him to watch you.
âCome on, tell me the rest,â you urged.
âThen, once we get a solid lead on the whereabouts of the payload,â Jisung panted, âweâll have to decide if itâs smarter to go after it ourselves or try to make a dealââ
âThat is the simplest, most run-of-the-mill plan Iâve ever heard,â you giggled, but cried out when Jisung kissed you hard again.
âItâs harder when I donât have a guy, okay?â whined Jisung. âI gotta start all over again, do some groundworkââ
âThen I can help you,â you offered, whimpering when Jisung started pounding into you at just the right angle.
âThen I did it?â he asked eagerly. âYouâre not pissed at me anymore?â
âNo,â you shook your head, âIâm not pissed at you anymore, just make me cum, holy shitââ
Jisung nodded obediently, desperately grasping onto your hips and consistently thrusting into you at a steady enough rhythm. Almost risking ruining it, he sucked a thumb into his mouth before leaning you back and caressing your clit. You tensed then, grabbing onto his arm and crying out when you hit your climax. You were seeing spots, you finished so hard. Jisung came a moment afterwards, pulsing inside of you and practically collapsing, limp, on top of you where you were uncomfortably half-reclined on his desk.
The two of you took a minute to catch your breath, with Jisungâs lips buried in your neck and tickling you when he breathed. At some point, his ball cap fell off, and your hands ran through his hair and massaged the back of his neck.
âI guess that just means you need to name an escort then,â he mumbled against your skin.Â
Even though you were dazed, you still tried to consider this.
But you were still seeing spots.
Well, no you werenât.Â
You saw a spot.
A light. On Jisungâs talk box by the door.Â
Someone was listening to you.
Your eyes widened in horror at this realization, but you kept this to yourself.Â
You were landing soon, and you needed to name an escort.
And some asshole was spying on your conversation.
You considered your options again. Jisung was an obvious choice, but it made sense to widen your resource pool. There was Seungmin, obviously. Even though he had business on the Station, maybe heâd actually help you if you named him. There was also Hyunjin, who was a clear wealth of knowledge despite being a gossip. You even humored the idea of naming Jeongin, who was green enough that you knew heâd help you with little to no arguing. Chan was an option as well, you supposed. He had skills and experience, and maybe naming him would help you keep a close eye on him. And there was Minho, obviously, a delightfully funny idea thatâd stun you if it actually worked. Getting Minhoâs help and getting him out of his cabin? Who knew what that would get you. And, of course, that left Felix and Changbin. A duo that already had a valuable reputation on Sentury, and knew the ins and outs better than the whole crew, most likely. Even though theyâd hardly be able to accompany you anywhere, you considered that you could accompany them wherever you wanted. You wondered, for a brief moment, if you could name two escorts.
Sentury Station wasnât too far off by now. All that you had left to do was choose who to name.
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