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moon-rivr · 8 months

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la apuesta part 2

pairing: college!miguel x fem reader

warnings: a bit of angst(?), oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (safe sex is GREAT sex 🗣️💯), missionary, doggy

author’s note: i keep getting surprised by the fact that ppl actually like my drabbles 💀 but like always, thank you for supporting :))

word count: 4120 (lo siento, i got carried away 😰)

part one aqui :)

Miguel(DO NOT CALL): chula, please talk to me

received at 2:43 pm

Miguel(DO NOT CALL): can we just talk about what you think you might've heard?

received at 2:44 pm

Miguel(DO NOT CALL): please. i just wanna talk to you.

received at 2:45 pm

Miguel hadn't realized how effectively you'd infiltrated through his defenses until you had left, knowing that he'd probably never share another weird snack combination with you settling weird in his stomach. He was supposed to feel a sense of relief and accomplishment when Peter congratulated him and gave him the two hundred bucks, but he only felt the cereal he ate this morning forming into steel, only feeling the emptiness from not having you. He decided to put his pride to the side and head over to your dorm, just to try to explain his side of the situation.

You heard a knock on your door a couple minutes later but had a feeling it was Miguel, so you decided not to open the door. Your roommate glanced over at you, seeing the fetal position you were laying in and decided to open the door just a bit. "I don't know what the hell you did to her, but get the fuck out, O'Hara. What I do know is that she was too good for you to be messing around with in the first place, so you and Peter can go stick that blunt up your ass and choke on it," you heard her say, slamming the door in his face before walking back to your side of the room. You let out a small laugh, looking up at her as you sat up on the bed. "Thanks MJ," you whispered, letting out a small sigh as she embraced you in a hug. "Now, I've let you mope around the dorm for about a week now but let's go out. It doesn't have to be anything too serious, we can just go out to the mall if you want," she suggested, looking at you with a smile as she pulled away from the hug.

You and MJ walked through the mall a couple hours later, despite the fact that you'd only gotten one of those overpriced pretzels from Auntie Anne's, you still found yourself enjoying this without giving much thought to Miguel. That was, until you and MJ were sitting at the water fountain talking about which store to go next when you saw him talking with a girl. You wanted to be the better person, to be able to walk away from it, but you just couldn't help but feel the anger coursing inside of you. "You're a real piece of shit, you know that? It's one thing for you to treat me like I don't have any feelings and I'm just means to an end but it's another thing for you to go and talk to someone else after you came to my dorm room just a few hours ago!" You yelled at him, tears welling up in your eyes as you slapped him. You attracted the attention from other shoppers, but you didn't care, you wanted Miguel to feel just a second of the hurt you felt this past week.

MJ looked up at you as you walked back to her, leaving Miguel agape with his hand on his cheek, as a smile appeared on her face while she took a bite out of her pretzel. "I feel like a proud mom right now, y'know?" She said, laughing a bit as she hands you your pretzel. "It's just, I know that it was all just part of the bet, but a part of me wanted him to care," you admitted, taking a bite out of the pretzel as you tried to get Miguel out of your mind. "I know you're gonna wanna blame yourself and whatnot, but it wasn't your fault, it was his. He didn't deserve a minute of your company," she assured you, rubbing your knee before standing up.

You two continued to walk around in the mall, ending up at Sephora to look at overpriced makeup. "Walking out with 2 makeup products after spending 80 dollars has to be a federal crime," you murmured, looking at your receipt with a small groan. "Not a federal crime, capitalism," she said with a laugh, walking next to you as she looked through her own receipt with a small groan. "Okay, you're right. This has to be a federal crime somewhere," she finally muttered, shoving it in her pocket as you two walked around window shopping.

After seeing Miguel at the mall with that girl, you decided to get your priorities back in order. Your grades weren't necessarily slipping too badly, but you knew you could do better. You walked into the library, sitting down at one of the tables in the back and read through your textbook while highlighting some key points. You looked up when someone slammed something on the table, your annoyance only growing when you saw Peter sitting down in front of you. You weren't exactly his biggest fan given how immaturely he acted with MJ, but your distaste had grown even more when you found out he orchestrated the bet. You were about to pick up your stuff to leave before he grabbed your arm, making you sit back down.

"Just give me five minutes to explain, and I'll leave you alone after that," he said, letting your arm go as he folded his arms. You sighed but nodded, closing your book as you paid attention to him. "Look, Miguel might be an asshole for going through with the bet, but I made the suggestion. I was angry at you for swaying MJ's opinion about me and I took advantage of what he felt towards you," he said, his head dropping a bit in shame. You scoffed in surprise, shaking your head as you collected your books. "First of all, I never swayed MJ's opinion about you. Sure, I told her she should set some stricter boundaries when it comes to you but I never got in the middle of your relationship. And next time you have an issue with me, address it instead of having someone else do the work for you," you said, walking away from him.

You felt even angrier at Peter's explanation of the events, knowing he probably said that to make himself feel better about all this. You scoffed and heard your stomach grumble loudly, your cheeks flushing red when you saw that you'd attracted some attention from the students walking nearby. You walked into the cafeteria, trying to calm down as you headed into the lunch line. You glanced over at the available tables before your gaze fell on Miguel. Or more specifically, Miguel kissing the same blonde girl from the mall against one of the vending machines. You felt yourself growing angry, at Miguel for being a jerk and at yourself, for still caring about what he did with his tongue.

As you sat down at the tables with your cold pizza in hand, you couldn't help but start to wonder what was wrong with you. Why she deserved to be taken seriously while you were treated like your feelings didn't matter, like you were just the end objective to a goal. You felt someone's gaze on you and looked up to see Miguel staring at you, an indecipherable look in his eyes, as the girl next to him continued talking. The girl looked over at you with narrowed eyes, practically seething, before pulling Miguel for a kiss. You snapped out of it, feeling a bit sorry for the girl that she felt the need to do that out of jealousy before going back to eating your pizza.

You spent most of the semester focusing on your own work, spending time with your friends and MJ, and even if you did get asked out, you couldn't bring yourself to say yes and do all the work. Sure, Miguel hurt you deeply, but you didn't find any excitement in going on dates. Not like you did with him. Eventually, midterms were around the corner and you were assigned to work with Miguel for your biology project. Even if the idea made you want to drop out of college and never come back, you decided to be mature and be a good partner to Miguel.

You decided to stick behind when the class left after gaining permission from your professor to do a test run on the project assigned, since the idea of getting anything less than an A just didn't sit right. You walked into the supply closet, grabbing a few things before you heard the door close and lock. Before you had the chance to say anything, Miguel popped out and looked at you pleadingly. "Please, just let me talk and then I'll let you go," he said, his hands fidgeting by his sides like he had the urge to grab you but couldn't decide if it would be right. "What is it, Miguel?" you asked, putting down the instruments you were holding in your hand before you got the idea to smash a flask on his head.

"Look, I know I made a mistake and I'm sorry about that, but I can't sleep without you. I can't stop thinking about you, it's haunting my mind," he said, looking into your eyes as you laughed bitterly. "Isn't that the understatement of the century? You seemed perfectly fine when I saw you exchanging saliva in the cafeteria a couple weeks ago," you replied, folding your arms as you waited for him to elaborate. "She doesn't mean anything to me. Not the way you do, I promise. I tried to get you out of my mind, I did, but despite everything, I still found myself falling in love with you," he said, holding your hands as he looked straight at you. "Is this just another part of a bet? Try to see how long I'll take to forgive you? I wonder what the wager is, 200?" you asked, taking your hands off him as you saw the look in his eyes shift into something disappointing. "I get that you still don't trust me, chula. but I'll make it up to you," he said after a moment of silence, kissing your hand before walking away.

Over the next couple days, you kept finding your favorite flowers scattered on your desk at school or on your front door with some memo along the lines of 'forgive me.' You couldn't help but feel slightly enraged at the fact that Miguel thought he could makeup for what he did with just measly flowers, so the bouquets ended up in the garbage most of the time. After Miguel noticed that you weren't responding to the flowers, he kept dropping letters in your notebooks or leaving them at your dorm expressing how sorry he truly felt. Eventually, those ended up in the trash as well after you started growing more and more agitated at how he just didn't understand that you wanted a genuine apology.

He stopped you on your way out your biology midterm, pulling you into an empty classroom as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Okay, I see that most of my gestures aren't getting anywhere with you so I want to try something different. I want to apologize for the way that I acted towards you, treating you like you were just some end objective to a goal. At first, it did feel like that, but as I started to get closer to you, I fell in love with the person that you were. Look, I wish I could tell you why I chose to do that, but I can't. What I can tell you is that those two hundred dollars weren't anything compared to what it's like being in your company," he spoke after a couple seconds, his hands clasping yours as if he was begging you not leave just yet. "I want to trust you, I really do, but I can't. I can't let myself go through all that again," you spoke truthfully, your hands holding his tightly as he looked at you.

"Let's make a bet, yeah?" He asked, half a smile on his face as you stared at him, dumbfounded that he would even bring that idea up right now. In the middle of his apology speech. "I know it sounds stupid right now but hear me out, okay. If you agree to go on a date with me and you find yourself enjoying it, then you'll give me a chance to continue to prove myself to you. And if you don't enjoy it, then I'll leave you alone. How does that sound?" he suggested, letting your hands go as he gave you some time to think about it."You're right, that is the stupidest idea I've heard. But fine, I suppose I'll do it," you finally said after a couple minutes of consideration. You saw the look of surprise flicker in miguel's eyes before he broke out into a smile, kissing your hands. "Gracias, mi chula. I won't disappoint," he said before walking off out of the empty classroom, leaving you alone with your rampant thoughts.

The day of the date, you paced around your dorm as MJ stared at you, listening to your rambles. "What if this was a mistake? I mean, he already played me once so who's to say he won't do it again, y'know what I mean?" You said, looking up at her as you stopped your pacing for a moment. "So why'd you agree to it?" She asked, laying down on her stomach as she looked up at you. "I don't know, I guess I'm hoping that he's been truthful about this all because despite the fact that he hurt me and all that, I'm still in love with him," you admitted, sitting down on your bed as you looked over at her. "Well, that's as good of a reason as any to go," she replied, standing up to sit next to you as she placed her hand on your thigh, gently rubbing it as she tried to reassure you.

You heard a knock on your door a couple hours later as you finished up getting ready, feeling a bit anxious to see Miguel once more. You opened the door once you finished tying your shoes on, seeing Miguel dressed in one of those burgundy button down shirts he looks so good in but barely wears with a pair of black pants. His jaw dropped as he scratched the back of his neck nervously, before he gave you a smile. "Te ves hermosa, mi chula," he said, handing you a bouquet of flowers. You held the flowers up to your nose before going to set them back down, coming back to see MJ standing in the doorway now. "If she comes back with even one lash out of place, I will hunt you down," she threatened, the sight almost funny to you as you saw her looking up at him. You pressed your hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring smile before walking out of the door next to Miguel. (you look gorgeous, my pretty)

You and Miguel ended up on an aquarium date, since you briefly mentioned in the past that even though it was a bit cliché in your opinion, you always wanted to come on one. Miguel held your hand once you were at the front of the line, guiding you inside to where some of the pufferfish were. You took a chance to watch them swim around, your eyes drifting over to Miguel to see that he was staring at you, watching the way you took in everything around you. You two continued walking through the aquarium, staring at some of the different fish with you taking pictures and him dropping some random fish fact he'd read about when he was six.

"I cannot believe you prefer sharks over dolphins," Miguel said with a small laugh, folding his arms as he watched your nose scrunch up at the dolphin show. "You're telling me you prefer these menacing creatures over those cute little guys?" You asked, your brows slightly furrowed as you looked up at Miguel. "Well no, but it's still odd how you call an animal with five rows of teeth a 'cute little guy'," he said, nudging your shoulder gently as he laughed. Despite the fact that you'd convinced yourself you were gonna try to make this difficult for Miguel, you couldn't help but be reminded of the guy you fell in love with here at the aquarium.

You and Miguel continued walking around the aquarium a bit before you reached to the manta-ray petting area. "Please?" You asked, your bottom lip forming into a pout as you saw the look on his face when you both got there. He let out an exasperated sigh as he rubbed his temples whispering an, "Ay Dios mío" before agreeing to go in with you. You did quick work of washing your hands before walking over to the small pool where they were, your hands gently touching them. Miguel walked next to you, handing you a piece of fish to feed to them as he basked in the small smile you gave him. You two spent a few minutes in silence petting the manta-rays before deciding to go get an ice cream cone. (oh Lord)

"Thank you for all this, I know I didn't exactly make it easy for you," you said, licking your ice cream cone as you sat down in his car. He placed his hand on top of yours, gently rubbing it with his thumb as he looked into your eyes. "I get it, okay? I know it probably wasn't easy for you to let down your defenses but I really do appreciate you giving me this opportunity," he said, bringing your hand up to his mouth before kissing it. The ride back home was pretty quiet, a comforting type of silence, your hand enveloped with his as he rubbed gentle circles every now and then.

You and Miguel got to his dorm room a couple minutes later, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist as he held you up against the wall, kissing your neck as he tasted every spot he had access to. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling him closer to his body before stopping suddenly, looking at you. "Is it alright if we do this, mi reina? i don't want you to feel pressured," he asked, instantly being shut up as you pulled him in for a kiss once more. (my queen)

He set you down on the bed, his hands working on helping you get undressed before laying you back on his bed. He settled in between your legs, kissing your lips passionately, like he couldn't live normally without a taste of your lips. He kissed down your neck, his hands gently rubbing on your thighs. He pressed small kisses on your stomach before he reached your cunt, leaving a small kiss on your clit before adjusting himself so he'd have better access. He started licking your folds gently, his tongue dipping your hole teasingly as he chuckled when he saw how you reacted, your hands tangling in his hair to pull him closer. He let his hands rest on your thighs, gently rubbing small circles on them as he dipped his tongue inside, sucking on everything that you would give him.

He exchanged his mouth for his fingers a couple moments later, his pointer and middle finger dipping in and out of you as he tried to ease his way in. "So tight," he mumbled, his mouth closing around your clit as his tongue rolled against it. His fingers moved in a scissoring motion as he eased against your walls, basking in the way your fingers gripped his hair and the way your hips grinded against his face. He let out small moans against your clit, the vibrations going straight through you as your back arched from the bed. He curled his fingers in just the right way, listening to the way your moans started becoming less coherent and the way your back arched from the bed. He continued to thrust his fingers inside of you, his tongue working in tandem against your clit as you babbled something about being close.

He pulled away from your cunt, sticking his fingers in his mouth as he licked your release off. You felt yourself growing more aroused at the scene, pulling Miguel down for a kiss as you moaned softly when you tasted a combination of yourself and his toothpaste. He pulled away a couple moments later, doing quick work of his clothes as he stroked your cheek. "Is it still okay if we do this?" He asked, watching you closely for any signs of doubt. "Yes. Please, I need you Mig," you said, feeling yourself cringe internally at how needy you were being but you couldn't find it in you to care at the moment.

He gently pushed inside of you, his hand wrapped in yours as he circled your palm with his thumb. He wiped away a tear rolling down your cheek, making sure he didn't move until you had gotten adjusted. You focused on relaxing and taking deep breaths despite how big he just felt inside of you, and it was barely the tip. "You can move now," you told him, feeling the ache in between your legs be replaced by something pleasurable. He slowly started moving deeper inside of you, letting out a small groan as he bottomed out deep inside of you. He pressed his hand against your lower stomach, looking directly at the bulge in your stomach as he started moving.

"Such a good girl, taking me in so deep," he whispered, dipping his head down to kiss your cheek. He continued thrusting his hips against yours, moving faster as he felt your walls clenching around his cock like a vice. You nodded, babbling mindlessly about how much of a good girl you were for him as he chuckled, clearly enjoying the sight of the mixture between your boobs bouncing and the cockdrunk state you were in. His thumb traveled down to your clit, gently rubbing small circles on it as his cock abused your cunt, your walls fluttering around him. Your walls clenched around him tightly as you moaned, your release washing over you and creating a creamy white ring around the base of his cock. "You think you can do one more for me, sweetheart?" He asked, gently rubbing your thighs as you nodded, not trusting your voice to speak.

You flipped over on your stomach as you rested on all fours, letting out a small moan as you felt spit dribbling down your cunt. He started thrusting in slowly, your walls clenching around him as he started to move in deeper inside. He started off slow since he knew you weren't exactly experienced when it came to sex, but once you started to move your hips against his, he lost all semblance of control. His balls slapped heavily against your thighs as he snapped your hips, hitting your cunt in ways you hadn't felt before. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he continued to move against you, letting out small groans.

He grabbed you by your shoulders, pulling you upright so your back would hit his chest while he tilted your head to kiss you. "Taking me so good, mi vida," he whispered, feeling his orgasm starting to build up. With the way you were clenching around him, he could tell you were close too so he decided to rub small circles on your clit once more, providing you just the right amount of stimulation. You let out a small moan as you came around his cock once more and the way your walls tightened against him, his orgasm came crashing down. His cum coated your pussy, leaking out when he pulled his softening cock out.

He grabbed a rag from his drawers, starting to clean your legs carefully, making sure not to apply too much pressure so he wouldn't overstimulate you. He laid down next to you once he finished, wrapping his arms against you tightly as he covered you two up with the sheets. You felt yourself growing sleepy with how warm he felt against you but you still heard him say,

"Does this mean I win the bet, mi chula?"

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ellecdc · 1 month

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I'm sick rn so I wanted to know if you could do a little comfort fic of moonwater taking care of sick reader or something pls :)

awe so sorry you're unwell babes! hope you feel better soon <33

poly!moonwater x fem!reader who has the flu

Another shiver shook your frame even from your place burrowed deep beneath the thick duvet in your spare bedroom.

You’d woken up a little late this morning; Regulus needed to be in the office early for a meeting, and Remus had a meeting with his publisher, meaning you had been on your own. You felt awful, but ultimately hoped that as the day had continued, you might perk up a bit.

You did not perk up. In fact, you ended up spending so much time in the bathroom that your boss actually suggested you go home for the rest of the day.

Too poorly to feel as embarrassed as you probably ought to, you readily accepted and returned to yours, Regulus’, and Remus’ shared flat.

It took nearly all your effort to change out of your work clothes, change the bedding in your shared bedroom so that the boys wouldn’t have to sleep in your germs, and set yourself up in the guest room with a bucket just in case.

You’d slept on and off quite fitfully, waking up with a start when your fever induced brain concocted the most ridiculous nightmares to alert you to your sweaty and discomfited state.

You were so poorly that you hadn’t even realized anyone was home until Regulus was standing in front of you like a creepy vampire watching you sleep.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Regulus.” You muttered, slapping your hand to your own chest as you tried catching your breath, which caused a small coughing fit.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Your boyfriend asked incredulously.

You groaned as you rolled back onto your side to face him.

“Hello, Regulus. It’s nice to see you.” You deadpanned.

Regulus huffed and dropped his briefcase.

“Hello, amour.” He deadpanned in return. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He asked again as he gently sat on the edge of the bed to place the back of his hand to your forehead, grimacing in response to your sweat or your fever, you weren’t sure.

“I’m sick.”

Regulus made a pathetic cooing sound that was so contrary to his sharp demeanour made all the more severe in his smart work attire, it was almost comical.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

You huffed at that. “So, what? So, you could come home and watch me barely sleep? I was fine.”

“Fine.” Regulus scoffed. “You don’t look fine, amour.”

“Words hurt, Reg.” You groaned as the pain behind your eyes grew.

Regulus made another cooing sound and stood.

You thought perhaps he was getting up to change or whatnot but opened your eyes to see him with his phone pressed to his ear.

“Regulus, what are you doing?” You demanded with all the sternness you could muster, which was not much at all in your current state.

“That’s enough out of you.” He muttered quietly as he brought his phone back to his ear.

“Hi love, how are you?” He spoke over your attempted rebuttal.

You could hear your other boyfriends’ low tones responding to Regulus from the other end of the line.

“Good. It went well, thank you. I just got home actually, Y/N’s already here; she’s quite poorly.”

Though you still couldn’t make out the words, Remus’ voice picked up in volume.

“No, she didn’t tell me either.” Regulus commented, sending you a pointed glare.

“Okay, yeah. Alright, we’ll see you soon. Yeah, love you too. Bye.”

You groaned petulantly. “Why’d you do that? He doesn’t have to come home for me.”

“Maybe he’s coming home for me; ever consider that?” He snarked back, pushing some of your sweaty hairs away from your head to press a kiss to your head.

“You’re a furnace, amour. Is it safe for me to assume you haven’t taken any medication?”

He got his answer in the form of a guilty expression.

“Tu vas être ma mort. Tu as de la chance d'être si mignon.” He muttered as he left the room to change and gather some things for your flu.

You came back into consciousness to the sound of Remus and Regulus speaking gently.

“I hate to wake her up, but she really should take something.”

“Has she eaten, though? She shouldn’t take anything on an empty stomach.”

“If that bucket is any indication, I doubt there’s anything in her stomach at all.”

“Can you guys go do your worrying elsewhere, please? I’m trying to die in peace.” You groaned, caused Remus to gasp and Regulus to scoff.

“Dovey! Oh, my poor girl. What happened? Are you okay?” Remus cooed, kneeling on the floor in front of you to start petting at your head.

“I’m okay.” You croaked.

“You’re a liar.” He responded; words pointed but expression loving.

“Do you think you can eat, amour?” Regulus interrupted.

“I don’t want to.” You moaned.

“That’s not what I asked, love.”

Remus tsked at Regulus’ coldness and took your face in his hands.

“Dove, can you try? Please? For me.”

You groaned very petulantly but began sitting yourself upright nonetheless.

You allowed Remus to position your pillows and arrange the tray Regulus had prepared for you on your lap, but you drew the line at him trying to spoon feed you the stew.

“Did you wake up this poorly?” Regulus asked from the end of your bed.

“Sort of, but it got worse at work.”

The air was sucked out of the room as both men turned to look at you incredulously.

“You went to work?!” Regulus gawked.

“Why, dove?”

“Ma MORT, je le jure!” Regulus groaned exasperatedly. “Why didn’t you call us to pick you up?”

“And you took the time to change the bedding and move out of our room when you were like this?” Remus added.

You were beginning to feel embarrassingly teary as you put your spoon down and pushed the tray away from you.

“I didn’t want you guys to get catch this. I just... I was fine.” You sniffled and wiped at your eyes as the first tear fell.

Remus tsked again and rested his forehead against your temple, and you realized then how much cooler his forehead felt against yours.

“Okay.” Regulus said quietly, picking up the tray from your lap and placing it on the dresser. “Can you take these for me, love? Fever reducers and anti-nausea for now; we’ll see how you feel in a few hours.”

He held the pills out to you in his palm and held a glass of water in the other. You hiccupped and sniffled before accepting both, handing him back the glass half full once you were done.

“Thank you.” Regulus whispered gently, kissing your forehead and bringing your tray to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry we scolded you, dovey.” Remus whispered into your cheek, causing new tears to fall. “We just worry; you know that, right?”

“Yeah.” You whimpered, and even you could tell it was sort of pathetic.

“Oh, my poor darling.” Remus cooed, standing from your side to climb in on the opposite side of the bed.

“Don’t, Rem. I don’t want you to get sick.” You whined, though allowed your body to be pulled into his side.

“Tough.” He said simply, punctuating the sentiment with a kiss to your temple. “Then I’ll just get to call in sick too.”

You were sure the tears were mostly from exhaustion and discomfort, but you couldn’t seem to get them to stop.

“What’s the matter, hm?”

“I don’t feel good.” You whined.

“I know, babydove. I’m sorry.”

That’s how Regulus found you when he came back to the room; you crying into Remus’ shirt as he rubbed broad strokes up and down your back.

“Rem, we’re trying to bring her temperature down, love.” He admonished gently, though sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his own soothing strokes on your clammy arm.

“You try denying this sweet girl her cuddles, Reg.” Remus responded.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before placing a cold wet cloth on your head.

“I’m sorry you’re so poorly, amour. And I’m sorry if we made it worse.” He apologized.

You quickly shook your head (which you immediately regretted as the nausea threatened to return). “You didn’t; you don’t.”

“I upset you though, I’m sorry. I’m too rough sometimes.” Regulus admitted, sounding almost as teary as you. Remus tsked and reached one of his hands over you to take Regulus’ hand.

“I know what you’re thinking, love, and you’re wrong.” Remus insisted. “And I know you’re wrong, because your parents wouldn’t have fussed over you at all when you were sick; so there’s no way you could be acting like them right now.”

The fact that Regulus had spent any amount of time worrying that he’d been too harsh with you, that he’d been at all like his awful parents caused your few tears to turn into true crying.

“I’m sorry Reggie.” You cried, turning to look at him. His brows furrowed dramatically, and he looked just as close to crying. “If you weren’t here; I’d be sitting in bed with no food, no medicine, no cloths, and no love.”

“Well, you maybe would have had some love.” Remus argued from your other side.

“I would’ve died.” You insisted.

One tear did fall from Regulus’ eye as he smiled sadly at you. “I just hate to see you so poorly, amour. You should always be happy and lovely.”

“I am. I’m better when you’re here.” You insisted.

“How dare you insinuate that our sweet darling girl could ever possibly be not lovely, Regulus. Absolute blasphemy.” Remus scolded, causing both you and Regulus to chuckle.

“Terribly sorry, you two. I seem to have forgotten myself.” He laughed, turning the cloth over on your head and trailing his fingers down your jaw to massage at your neck.

“Don’t let it happen again.” Remus instructed.

You fell asleep to the sound of Regulus promising that he wouldn’t.

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adventuringblind · 2 months

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Misinterpreted

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Genre: Fluff and Crack

Summary: She couldn't see what everyone else could. Not until it hits her all at one.

Warnings: enemies to lovers, a whole lotta blushing

Notes: Thanks to the requester for this idea!! Sorry it's so short...

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It's not like she meant to hate him. She just couldn't see what everybody else was.

Charles is just another person like the rest of them. Yet people still fawn over him like he's been sent from the god's.

At least, that's what she thought growing up. Going through karting and the feeder series with Charles was torture. She was just there, trying to carve her way into formula 1. He had everyone chanting his name, loved by many, the future golden boy of Ferrari.

She'd made it a point to stay far away from him. Simply because she never saw the point of conversing. Definitely not because she is terrified of speaking to people in general.

"Watcha staring at?" Max sidle's up next to her and wiggles her eyebrows. She squeaks out a noise and lets herself calm down from the startle. Leave it to her teammate to know what she's doing.

"None of your business."

"Really? Because it looks to me like you're staring at Charles."

She violently hushes Max. "Shh! Someone could hear you!"

Max rolls his eyes before smirking at her. He looks pointedly at the Monegasque with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Don't you dare-"

He whistles, successfully grabbing Charles' attention. He smiles and waves him over. "You'll be fine!"

She can feel the blush spreading across her face. Her hand slaps Max's shoulder playfully. She moves to make an escape, like she has to be anywhere else but here.

Max grabs her wrist, looking playful, but there is that look in his eyes that says he will force her if she doesn't comply. Needless to say, she sits back down. Her eyes fall in love with the dirty grey of the cement ground.

"Hello you two!" He sounds so happy for this early in the morning. She briefly looks at her watch.

Correction: He's so happy at two in the afternoon. Why is he even happy at this time? Charles, apparently.

"Charlie! We were just talking about you." Max jabs an elbow into her side.

"All good things, I hope. I know I'm not a favorite to some." She can feel his obnoxiously pretty eyes burning holes into her.

Max barks out a laugh, then looks between the two of them. "Okay, I can feel the tension. Which is saying something, since normally I'm the one creating it."

Charles gives a wary look to the female still sinking into herself. "I wouldn't be opposed to lessening the tension."

"Great! I'll send her your way tonight at eight."

"Sounds like a plan."

Charles leaves the two alone finally and she sobs in relief. "Why are you crying? I though you liked him!"

"I do! That's the problem."

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Max drags her to some restaurant, sits her at the table with Charles and threatens to ram her off the line if she tries to leave. He followed through with his last threat. She's not willing to risk Christian's wrath for her pride.

She attempts conversation with Charles. It feels awkward and tense. The regret and insecurity rattles around her mind. Why is he even here? He could be off doing other things with people he actually likes.

"Why do you dislike me? I've been wanting to ask you for years so I could apologize for whatever I did."

And.... what? She stares at him in disbelief. Unsure of how to explain that she didn't have an interest in anything but racing until she got to F1 and finally realized how ethereal he looks?

"Didn't know you thought that way!" Charles is glowing.

"Did I say that aloud?"

"Yeah, but it's nice hearing such a compliment you."

She hides her face behind her menu, only to have Charles take it away from her. He reaches further and gently pulls her gaze towards him-

She's going to combust. This is how it ends. Death by forced and prolonged eye contact.

"So, if I asked you out again, would you say yes this time?"

She nods her head yes. A little too enthusiastically.

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rubywonu · 6 months

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 - 𝘅𝘂 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗼

summary: in which minghao flirted with a woman at an art exhibition without realizing that she was the artist.

pairing: xu minghao x fem!reader

genre: meet cute, museum au!.

warnings: talks about struggles people face in life, kinds sad?

w/c: 0.9k

nia’s notes: i do not know where i was going with this, it may be rushed, idek anymore. but enjoy!!

this is part of cutetober!

if anyone knew minghao it was because of his crazy love for paintings and art museums. so it didn't come as a surprise when minghao decided to spend an entire day at the 'everything falls' art exhibition by yn.

even if someone was slightly interested in art, they knew of yn. so when the opportunity to visit one of your exhibitions minghao rushed to the museum. it always amused him how everyone knew of your name but not your face.

minghao walked inside the museum and just by seeing the hue of orange and brown in his peripheral view, he was sure that today was going to be amazing.

minghao slowly walked over to the first painting, basking in all the emotions. the first painting showed leaves falling from the sky, each of them more dry than the previous one. minghao took a look at the name of the painting, 'as time flies'. it was obvious what the painting was conveying but the way it portrayed the message intrigued minghao.

minghao walked to the next painting and his mouth was wide open. painted on the canvas, was a woman, her back bare as she stared at multiple mirrors, each being broken in different ways and the women in the mirrors being older or younger than another.

now minghao had gone to his share of muesems and exhibitions but they never had such a mind-blowing way to convey one's emotions.

"failed and flawed." minghao turned his head to the woman walking towards him. "it's my favorite painting." it was an understatement to say that the woman walking towards minghao was pretty, in his eyes that woman was drop-dead gorgeous.

"i haven't seen any more of them but this has to be the best one so far." minghao turned back to the canvas and each time he looked at it, a new meaning behind it evoked in him. "what's your interpretation?"

"my interpretation is that this young woman looks at herself through different eras of her life and she remembers all her failed attempts in life and how her life was flawed but they calm down after she realizes the beauty of the falls in her life." you finished still looking at the painting in front of you, minghao's eyes never left you though.

he never thought about it like that and it made so much more sense now that he understood yet another version of it. "it makes so much more sense after having a beautiful woman explain it to me."

if minghao could, he wanted to slap his face. he didn't know why he said that and more importantly he was worried how you would take the spontaneous flirting. to his surprise, you laughed and played along. "i hope so, i don't explain my thoughts about my paintings to anyone, you know."

just as minghao was going to continue, he stopped right in his tracks. "my paintings? what does that mean."

you smiled and turned towards minghao, putting your hand out for him to shake. "im yn, the artist of the 'everything fall' collection."

minghao's mouth for the second time that day was wide open. "oh my god." he rushed to shake your hand.

"you're yn? that's amazing. i love your work. and about the flirting im so sorry. minghao what were you thinking?" minghao started to ramble and it added to your entertainment as you laughed.

"it's alright. i actually enjoyed it, to be honest." you smiled at him, and minghao felt like the world was going to end. you looked like you deserved your own painting, you were stunning.

"if it's alright to ask you, what was your inspiration for such an intriguing collection." minghao asked you the question you tried to avoid for the evening but you wanted to spill it all out to him, he felt comfortable.

"it's ok, just don't sell it to a publisher." you joked around and minghao cracked a smile at your answer. "last year, i took a trip around the country and visited a bunch of villages. during my stay, i met a group of women from different places who told me about their lives and the lessons they learned during their time on this planet. they told me about incidents that changed the trajectory of their lives either for the better or worse. that's why i chose to paint this, i chose to express their grief in brush strokes and paint, i guess while listening to them, i found out about the struggles in my life as well, either i didn't want to confront them or i never knew they existed."

"if you look at all the paintings you can see how mellow the messages behind the paintings get. it starts off rough and dark but as you walk by the pictures you can the gradual calm settling in, it shows the emotions that people feel when negativity strikes their lives. it shows the way people deal with those emotions." you finished your little speech and minghao was awestruck.

you talked about your paintings and minghao felt like he could listen to them forever. although it was your first meeting, minghao felt like the two of you met a long time back, it felt like the two of you shared the same soul.

you didn't realize then but for the rest of your life, you and minghao would go on for hours about your interpretation of paintings. the only thing that changed was that instead of being strangers, the both of you would be soulmates, and the both of you would fall deep in love all because of some paintings.

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writingoddess1125 · 8 months

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1999 pt. 5

Kurt Wagner x fem reader, some Angst, sad topics

Reader has Empath abilities where she can feel others’ emotions, her mind can’t be read by either, and if she touches someone she can make them feel what she feels.

Sorry for delay! Whole story got deleted so had to rewrite everything from scratch! Im so very sorry for the delay! I have more stories on the way as well!

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“BOYS!!!!”

Kurt felt like he was floating, the weight of the world lifting from his shoulders as he saw those two beautiful boys run through the door. God couldn't have crafted anything more beautiful in his Mind, They looked like him in his human form but with (Y/N) Beautiful smile that he didn't realize he had longed for so much and her eyes, oh her eyes they made his knees weak and heart jump like he was falling in love all over again. Logan looked to Kurt and tried to nudge him a bit to wake him from his trance, However that was pointless with Kurt clearly amazed at the sight of his sons.

However that trance broke the second the twins decided to make their surprise Exit. Kurt jumping to his feet just in shock at seeing this as a wide smile went over his lips. (Y/N) however was far less pleased as she cursed and stood up, Speed walking towards the back of the house, Kurt didn't even realize he was following her till Charles grabbed his hand carefully. Snapping him from his daze enough to not fall over to Professor before scrambling after his Beloved who was marching like a solider to the back of the house.

(Y/N) had a frown on her face as she glanced around the hallway, Like she was looking for clues to were they had gone.

“They Look like me...” Kurt finally choked out, Finally able to put his brain together enough to string the words together. (Y/N) paused her search and looked at him with a sad glare, Like she wanted to smack him or cry- “Of course they do, They are your kids... And that includes their mutation” she hissed out in a low whisper. Kurt took another shaky breath as he awkwardly chuckled softly, a fluttering of emotions hitting him at once which in truth left him unable to reply.

(Y/N) turned away from him, continuing her military march down the hall before reaching the attic access door. Kurt followed her gaze, looking to her as she took a near by broom and used it to push the attic door open jumping and grabbing the rope handle to pull it open with the ladder. Sighing as she placed her hands on her hips in frustration. Kurt couldn't help but let his eyes wonder over her, She was so different yet- also the same? Her face had matured to an elegant grace as well, sophisticated and he couldn't lie.. sexy? Then when he traveled lower.. She had defiantly matured in terms of her hips and bust- CLAP. He jumped at the sound as he snapped from his impure thoughts, (Y/N) having clapped her hands to announce her presence to the boys- thankfully having not noticed his wondering eyes- or ignoring it.

"Boys get your little asses down here now! I mean it"

(Y/N) yelled up at the quiet attic space. Her hands on her hips as she stared up into the dark space.

"On the count of 3 if you arent down here I will come get you-... 1..."

"(Y/N) Maybe I-" Kurt started but stopped with another glare.

"2..... Alright 3!" She said as she started up the Ladder, ready to coax her boys out of the attic space. Kurt shot a hand out and grabbed her wrist, (Y/N) snapping and slapping his hand from her.

"Dont touch me-!" (Y/N) hissed as she slapped his hand away from her, Anger shining in those beautiful eyes, the same look the day they had departed. Kurt rubbed the back of his hand and stared at her, guilt eating away at him, his soul practically screaming in hurt for his actions.

"(Y/N) I'm so so sor-" He didnt even finish as the shifting sound of movement above them gave way. Staring down at him was the twins, staring hard at him as they tried to figure out who he was- and most likely why their mother reacted in such a way.

"Who the hell is this dweeb?-" Leon grumbled out, a sigh leaving their mother as she rubbed her temple. "Dont- call him that.. Listen please come down- Both of you and we are going to talk... Your not in trouble" (Y/N) said softly, Milo finally revealing his own face fully at hearing he hadn't angered his mother. It took little coaxing to get the twins to come down from their hiding spots and then return to the Livingroom.

There was a few moments of awkward silence before Jean Grey cleared her throat and sat forward. Wishing to pick up here Charles left off it seemed.

"Well, I never got to introduce ourselves formally- While we are former school mates of your mother, we are teachers at the same school. A school for a special type of children... Mutants" Jean started, Milo's gaze starting to harden as he gave focus on (Y/N) distrust starting to brew in him.

"At Xavier's School for gifted Youngsters we help Mutants like yourself express yourself freely with your Mutations and develo-"

"Wait-" Jean blinked in surprise by such a cross voice cutting her off, That came from Milo. Everyone looking at him surprised as he looked to his mother. A mixture of anger, distrust and overall confusion in his eyes.

"So.. You are a mutant who went to a super Mutant school, Didn't tell us and while another option for us to not live hiding our powers forever you didn't choose it?" Milo questioned, anger rising in him. (Y/N) gently tried to grab his hand to calm him but he yanked his hand away. "Milo- Its a lot more complicated then that, I told you id explain-"

"What is there to explain! You lied to us!" He yelled, Leon awkwardly chuckling as he tried to nudge his brother.

"Come on dude, lets just hear it out! When do you get so worked up?-" Leon tried to joke but Milo glared at him.

"You're not upset!? We've had to move around, Hide our mutations! A-And we could have been in a safe place this whole time?"

"Well Yeah! But im not losing my shit over it! Besides this place is chill anyway! Like we can stay here and be chill or Like being cool exchange students at a super mutant whatever! Right? You guys have like a pool or something right? Like a sports Bus? Like the rich kids" Leon asked Jean, Who looked flustered by what was unraveling.

"W-Well yes and no- We have a pool but no Sports-Bus. We have a Jet-" She tried to say casually, Jean felt like she was in over her head- For some reason it was... difficult to read Leon or Milo's mind- Like trying to focus on a tiny dot of a speedy bullet..

"A DAMN JET!" He yelled as he jumped up and down like the ADHD Kid he was.

"Leon Language! Milo calm down-" (Y/N) tried to interject as Milo started to refuse and even raise his voice. Leon now asking a million questions at once the Jet was revealed.

Kurt sat there awkwardly, watching Logan look ready to snap, Jean looking overwhelmed by Leon questions, Charles trying his best to help (Y/N) calm down Milo who looked angry and ready to run away if it wasn't for (Y/N) holding his hand tightly. Looking close to tears herself- He couldn't just stand by... Not again. Standing up he quickly grabbed his wrist, conjuring up every bit of confidence he had as he turned off the camouflage and closed his eyes tightly.

Silence...

He slowly opened his yellow eyes as he felt his tail twitch nervously. The twins were staring at his slack jawed and looking completely shocked- like he had shot them while (Y/N) stared at him with what can only be described as heartbreak like the day they last saw each other. Kurt stood there, shifting on his feet slightly as he looked at the trio.

This may have been a bad idea- A real bad idea...

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herrscherrofyatta · 2 years

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Let you break my heart again

Tighnari x reader

angst, no gender/pronouns are used to describe reader

summary: Tighnari snaps at you after seeing you put yourself in danger without realizing it

part 2 part 3

Frustration and sadness.

That's what you felt as you frown at the sight of Tighnari speaking with a blonde haired traveler, he seems to be happy while explaining many of the plants in the forest.

That smile he's giving her, one you never saw when he was with you.

Sighing, you grip your fist before turning back around and walking back to the forest without another word. Once a good distance from Gandhara village, you place your hand just above where your heart was located at, brows furrow at aching feeling you were experiencing.

Your face turned into one of pain as you grit your teeth, letting out a shaky breathe.

"it hurts."

You say before falling down, crouching as you cover your face.

Being in love with Tighnari hurt so much.

You couldn't handle it anymore.

Letting out a shaky breathe, you pull out a letter from your pocket, you had sent a letter to a girl named Yun Jin in Liyue Harbor, you met her once while visiting the for the Lantern Rite since you were originally from there.

You asked if you could join her trope and it took a while for her respond but she said you were more than welcome too. Wanting to share this news with Tighnari, you went to find him only to see him with the blonde traveler that seem to take his interest these days.

You wanted to go but you had a role here in the forest, since you were a child, you took in interest in singing and have gotten every good at since then.

Luckily, thanks to the vision you received, you were able to take care of plants with your vision and voice which you were more than thankful for.

"Okay! Stop being sad over a boy!" You slap your face as you stand up and walk to the area you were supposed to heal.

Making yourself comfortable on the soft grass, you sit down and relax, focusing on the plants around you as take a deep breath and let your voice flow through the wind.

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Once seeing the traveler off, Tighnari went back to work.

Spending a few hours patrolling and clearing out a few withering areas, he heads back to the village only to come across the area you were supposed to take care of.

He knew he wasn't supposed to interrupt your work but he got curious, you never really did like cleansing while people watched as it made you very nervous.

Last time you tried to show him, it ended up making things worse but you wouldn't know he would be there if he stayed quiet.

The sight of you sitting on your knees on the grass made him stop in his tracks as he stayed hidden.

It was pretty quiet until you stood up, eyes closed before opening them slowly, faded e/c eyes instead of your bright ones.

Was this part of the cleansing ritual?

He thought but turns out he was wrong when blood began pouring from your nose the longer you did the ritual as you wince slightly.

He quickly ran over to you as you fell to the floor, holding your head as he kneels infront of you.

"Tighnari?" He hears you mumble before noticing the are you two were in.

His eyes widen as he pulls you up, "you idiot," he says as you look at him confused.

"were you trying to cleanse a withering area by yourself?!" He shouts, making you wince at how hard he was gripping your arm. "You know if you see one, you come back and report it, not take care of it yourself!"

You look around to see it just a few steps away, you didn't notice it before.

"I-it wasn't there when I came earlier!" You try to tell him but you're shut down as he pulls you roughly by the arm, "you have to believe me!"

"and that's precisely why I don't want you out here, you don't pay attention to your surroundings!"

"Tighnari-"

"You're worse than Collei, you're useless—" he froze at his words, slowly turning to look at you. Your eyes were wide as you stare at him, lips parted slightly.

"Wait, I didn't mean it like that." His grip on your arm loosens up and you take a step back, disbelief all over your face as takes a step forward.

"Y/n, you know I didn't mean that—"

"you're right," you say, holding your aching arm as you look down. "I am useless, it was stupid of me.....to think I could make a difference here."

His breathe hitched at this as you quickly walk past him heading back to the village with your head down.

Being in love with Tighnari only brought you misery.

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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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not fair - ch2

in which your boyfriend is perfect in every single way... except for one and kei can't just sit back and watch you suffer... previous | ch2 | next [masterlist]

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a look into this chapter/tw: 18+ super nfsw!, cheating (seriously, major plot point), use of character first names, degradation, choking, face-fucking, dom/sub undertones, face slapping, stop light system, squirting, dirty talk, name calling, coming twice, cross posted from ao3, afab reader she/her pronouns

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It had been weeks since you cheated on Yamaguchi.

Since that night with Tsukishima, you haven't been able to come, not once. Nothing felt right. When you tried to do it, your fingers seemed too small, they couldn’t reach deep enough, his words weren’t in your head pushing you over the edge. When you finally gave in to having sex with Tadashi again, after you were certain that the marks on your neck and your hips were completely gone, it was even worse than it was before. You found yourself so pent up and frustrated that you couldn’t even fake it. You couldn’t pretend to come, because you knew exactly what it felt like to not have to pretend.

You thought that having sex with Tsukishima would remedy all of your problems, but it’s just created more. You assumed that it would finally let you get off from someone else and you could return back to normal, maybe doing it again in another 2 years, but it’s been 3 weeks and you’re having withdrawals.

You’ve tried so hard to make yourself come, spent hours in the bathroom while Yamaguchi slept in the adjacent room, just trying to make yourself feel just a fraction of how good Kei made you feel. Nothing works. Not even when you sat on the cold tile, hand between your legs, recalling every detail you could remember from that night, moaning his name so softly there was no way that Tadashi heard you.

Tonight was particularly bad. Every night before this had been bad, of course, it was. After getting fucked as incredibly as you had, it was hard to function with only the thought of it.

Having sex with Tadashi just made it infinitely worse. Void of marks and bruises of infidelity, running out of every excuse that you could think of, the first time was bound to happen at some point. After the first time, he tried to continue the makeshift schedule that you guys had been in for the past year.

Every time that you would have sex with Tadashi, your body was welcoming. You remembered how amazing it was when Kei had fucked you and your body was so ready for it to happen again, but it was nothing like last time. The longer that you had sex, the more bored, frustrated, and annoyed you got. It’s not like Yamaguchi lasted very long, but every second was just a reminder of how much Kei had ruined you. Your body was unforgiving when it realized that whoever was inside of you was not Kei.

You were missing the feeling of fullness, the commanding words, the rough grip, the stinging on your skin. Tadashi didn’t give you any of that. You couldn’t even bring yourself to fake it, instead, on this particular night, telling Tadashi that you were just tired, that you didn’t need to finish. He had asked so many times if you were sure and you tried your best to be as convincing as possible as you lied to him.

You were desperate to get into the bathroom, waiting patiently until you were sure Tadashi was sleeping, thinking that maybe tonight your body will finally cut you some slack. You were soaked from all of the thoughts in your mind of Kei as Yamaguchi failed to satisfy you. Your core was on fire. You were so sensitive, but you just couldn’t get off. You needed to get off. It was just going to get worse. There was only one option.

Before you know what’s happening, your phone is in your hand with Kei’s contact on the screen. Your mind was so quick to react to this idea; this idea that had definitely graced your mind before. Despite autopilot grabbing your phone, unlocking it, opening your contacts app, and clicking on Kei’s name, it refused to click the call button. You had to do that. You had to make the conscious decision to call Kei for a booty call with Yamaguchi barely 30 feet away.

Your finger hovered over the button, moving closer and further from it as you tried to weigh your needs and wants. You didn’t just want Kei, you needed him. It had been far too long since you had come. You just wanted to come again, or so you told yourself. You’ve started lying to yourself now, too, evidently. The honest truth slipped into your mind for only a minute before you disregarded it. You didn’t just want to come again. In fact, it wasn’t even your biggest goal in calling Kei. No matter how many times you lied to yourself, you knew the real truth. The entire reason that you wanted to call Kei was so that you could make him come again.

The pad of your thumb makes contact with the screen so gently, but it still registers. The phone is ringing, but it’s not pressed to your ear. You’re staring down at it, your heart racing as you wait for the ringing to stop and his voice to take its place. It’s almost 3 in the morning. He probably wasn’t even awake. The phone keeps ringing until you’re about to hang up, not enough strength in you to hear his voicemail message.

“Hello?” His voice is tired, hoarse, confused like he had just woken up. Of course, he had just woken up. You’re still staring down at the phone, the call time increasing as you blink slowly at it. “Hello?” he repeats.

You pick the phone up to your ear. You’re speaking in a hushed whisper when you finally respond to him. “Kei.” In a perfect world, that’s all you would need to say for him to understand. He wouldn’t make you beg to come over or tell you that it’s a bad idea or ask what you wanted, he would just understand and unlock his door.

He understands completely, but he’s not passing up the opportunity that’s presented itself to him. He told you when he fucked you that you would call him and that you would have to beg. “Sweetheart,” he breathes, the sleepiness falling off of his voice and being replaced with a gruff cockiness. You whimper at this sentence, your hand trailing back between your legs. “What’s up?”

“I…,” you pause, thinking carefully, “I haven’t been able to cum since you made me come,” you admit to him. You didn’t need to be inflating his ego any more than it already was, but he needed to know just how ready you were for him.

“I told you that was going to happen,” he laughs, snickering at his “I told you so'' moment.

“I know.” He loves how embarrassed you sound right now. “But I can’t even make myself come.”

“You’re that worthless, huh?” he asks into the phone, the warmth in between your legs growing as your panties start to moisten.

“Mhm,” you agree with him.

“Well, what are you calling me for?” he asks, clicking his tongue. He knows exactly why you’re calling him.

“I need you.”

“You’re going to have to speak up, sweetheart, I can’t really hear you.”

Your eyes look up at the closed bathroom door. “I- I can’t. Tadashi is right outside the door, I-.”

“I can’t hear you, (y/n),” he says, harshly. The dominating tone is back and it’s doing a number to your body.

You raise your volume by the smallest percentage. “I need you.”

“What?”

Your face is red, but your body is desperate. You have to say it. You need him to hear it and to tell you that he’s going to fix it.

“I need you, Kei.” You have to hold your breath after you finish speaking at your normal tone of voice. In the dark of the bathroom, you sounded so loud, but it’s all worth it when Kei laughs.

“Good girl,” he affirms. You’re melting into the floor.

“Please, Kei.” Your whisper has returned, but Kei doesn’t mention it.

“Did he fuck you tonight? Is that why you’re missing me so much?” He’s so blunt when he asks.

“Yes.” Your answer is short, but you want this conversation to be over. You want to be on your way to his house already.

“Two cocks in you in one night? Is that what you want?” He sounds so evil right now, so degrading, but it’s everything that you were missing. You nod, despite the fact that he can’t see you.

“I just want yours, Kei, please, please. Nothing I do makes me feel good, only you make me feel good,” you plead, hoping that this will be the final push that he needs to listen to you, to allow you over. “I need you.”

From the other side of the phone, you can hear a soft click in the background. “The side door is unlocked. I’ll see you in 10.” He hangs up the phone without even so much as a confirmation.

Walking into the side door without him even knowing felt wrong. Being at his house so late in the night without Tadashi knowing felt so wrong, but you keep moving forward. His house is mostly dark, save for the kitchen light, and the hallway light leading to his bedroom that you’d been in so many times.

You’ve walked down this hallway so many times, but this time feels different. You don’t know whether to knock on his door or to just go inside. You contemplate your options, your palms getting sweaty thinking about making the wrong choice. Should you text him?

The door in front of you opens, swinging open away from you, revealing Kei, inches from you. Your eyes float down to his bare chest and then down to his boxers. You feel so overdressed. “Were you just standing outside of my door?” he asks you, raising his eyebrow. He looks so effortlessly gorgeous.

“I wasn’t sure if I should just come in or knock.” For someone that called their boyfriend’s best friend in the middle of the night to make them come, you’re suddenly feeling very shy. He slinks his arm around your waist, pulling you into him, into his room, and shutting the door behind you. Even after the door is shut behind you, he doesn’t move to pull away from you.

With his hand that’s not gripping onto your waist, he slides it over your stomach, your chest, up your neck, pushing your head to the side. “The evidence faded nicely.” He smirks at how bare your neck is, or, rather, he smirks at the clean canvas. His lips brush against your neck so lightly that a shiver runs down your spin. Your head is still as he kisses your neck softly.

The kisses quickly turn much more violent. You knew this sweet, soft Kei had lasted far too long in the few seconds that you had been in his room. His lips are open as he’s dragging his teeth on your skin before making O shaped suctions on your neck. He’s trying so hard to make marks as quickly as he can. He’s succeeding.

“I- Tadashi’s going to-,” you start to protest at all of the marks he’s making. The protests are futile, only causing Kei to laugh against your skin and make marks higher on your neck and under your jaw. He’s bruising you in places that are going to be so difficult to cover up.

“Tadashi’s what? Is Tadashi going to make you come? Do you want me to stop so that he can-,” Kei teases, but the expression on his face isn’t flirty and light, it’s condescending and arrogant.

“No. No, please. I’m sorry,” you apologize for interrupting him, for questioning him in any way.

“Good.” His mouth is attacking your neck again. He’s doing it to spite you at this point. Every mark is purposefully placed in a place that would be significantly more difficult to cover up than the rest of them. One at the back of your neck where your hair doesn’t hide most of the time, one right above your sternum where your v-necks fall and your button-ups don’t quite cover, one near the front of your neck, but ever so slightly to the right, completely in view even with your hair down, one hovering directly above the line of where your turtleneck rests on the opposite side of your neck that you like to keep your hair. The placement of each of them is too peculiar, too thought out, too inconvenient.

“Your neck looks much better, now, sweetheart,” he tells you, Tadashi’s nickname hanging in the room. You’re painfully aware of how easily it’s becoming Kei’s nickname in your head.

“Do you remember the rules?” he asks, his thumb rubbing over the freshly purpled areas on your skin. How could you forget them? You remember how important verbal communication was to him so you repeat them aloud.

“Yellow for caution, red for full stop, tapping 3 times with two fingers if I can’t talk,” you recite as if you’d been thinking of it non-stop since he told you them. You just wanted him to be rough with you again.

He smirks at you, looking your body up and down and licking his lips. “Good girl.” He’s no longer touching your neck, his hands dropping to his sides are he steps back, his eyes lingering down your entire body.

“We should probably make this quick, huh? So you can get back to Tadashi.” The smirk hasn’t left his face as he so effortlessly mentions your boyfriend’s name. Your stomach twists every time that he does. Getting overhearing Tadashi’s name, you notice what he’s actually saying and you frown. You didn’t want to be quick, you wanted him to draw it out, to touch you for hours, to make up for the fact that you haven’t come in so long.

He begins to close the gap between you two again, wrapping his arm tightly around your waist and pulling you deeper into the room with him. His mouth is so close to your ear that you can feel his hot breath. “Is that what you want? For me to fuck you really fast so that you can get home to Tadashi?” Your eyes flutter shut as you shake your head no. “What is it that you want?”

“I want to make you come.” Your voice and answer surprise you, but not as much as it surprises Tsukishima. He regains his composure quickly, but you saw how his breath stuttered for a moment.

“Me?” He’s returned to his controlling demeanor, undoing your pants and pulling them to the ground as he presses kisses down your chest and stomach. “I thought you haven't had an orgasm in weeks, not since the last time I ruined you.”

You’re unsure how to proceed, whether you should backpedal or not. You wanted to feel his cum dripping out of you again, wanted to watch his face as he rode his high, wanted to hear him grunting as his hips stuttered, but you also wanted to get off. The whole reason that you were here right now was so that you could finally, after weeks of frustration, have an orgasm.

“I- I mean,” you start, but Tsukishima presses his lips harshly against yours, licking the outside of your bottom lip sloppily before sucking it into his mouth.

He pulls away quickly, “You didn’t lie to me, right? You’re not going to take back what you said, right, sweetheart?” His hand lifts off of your lower back, raises in the air, and then comes down hard on your exposed ass, causing you to jump towards him so slightly, rubbing on his hardness.

You shake your head. You wanted to cum so badly, but you chose your priority for the night. You weren’t lying to him when you told him that you wanted to make him come, but you wanted him to make you come too. “Good girl. You just want me to use you like Tadashi does, huh? You don’t need me to make you come.” He’s laughing at the entire situation.

He uses one finger, dipping it into your mouth without warning, pressing it against the back of your tongue until you gag, using the spit to rub against the outside of your panties. You quiver at the touch, suddenly flooding completely and already almost there.

“I don’t think you need to come tonight,” Kei sneers, taking your earlobe between his teeth. “It’s just too much for me to have to worry about. You can just come over another time, maybe.”

You want to beg, to plead, to pray (that might work) to him, asking for him to just continue what he’s doing and you’ll be putty in his fingers, that you don’t need much, you’ll make do with whatever he wants to do to you. Your words are stuck in your throat in fear of punishment for speaking out, but you settle. “I don’t want to leave, Kei.” These words had the chance to be bratty, but they just came out pathetic.

“Leave? No. You just told me that you wanted to make me come.” He forces you to your knees, the sudden impact of the floor on them making you wince. “You’ll do that.” He cups your chin with his hand, endearing at first, but then forcefully tilting it upwards, staring into your eyes. “If you come tonight, I will never touch you again.”

You don’t know if he’s lying, if he could actually follow through with that, but you don’t want to find out. You couldn’t take the chance. You would have to behave. The main motivation that you had for sneaking out of your house and into Kei’s was the fact that you hadn’t been able to come since he touched you, but here he was, touching you, but not allowing you to come.

“Do you understand?” His voice is as forceful as his grip is. You nod hesitantly. You don’t want to nod, but you do understand. The hand on your chin moves down to your neck, promptly cutting off the air that was flowing into your lungs. “Do. You. Understand?”

You nod again, more sure of the answer this time. You choke out a yes, Kei before he removes his hand from your throat. “Take my cock out.” His hands are in your hair as he demands this from you. There’s nothing to distract you this time, allowing you to pull his boxers down and take his half-hard cock in your hand. “Spit.” You spit into your hand before starting to stroke it, his fingers lacing into your hair. His demands are small phrases, not wasting time with filler words, only wanting to give you enough information to listen to him.

He uses his grasp in your hair to bring your head closer to his cock until your lips are rubbing over the semi-softened length. His lack of demands makes you feel as though you have some degree of liberty, sticking your tongue out of your mouth for him to brush against. When he moans softly, his cock getting harder against your lips, you know that you’ve made the right decision. You’re feeling more confident, moving your head against his hands, and running the side of his cock between your lips. His fists tighten as he moves his hips in motion with your lips.

The harder that his cock gets, the more tempted you are to take it’s growing entirety down your throat. You spit into your hand, slicking him from the base to his tip before placing his head in the part of your mouth. You look up at him, inquiry and innocence in your eyes. His nod is less of an enthusiastic yes and more of a “go ahead if you want to.” You want to.

You take him completely into your mouth. Though he’s not completely hard, he fully takes up your mouth and his head is grazing your throat. You don’t move your mouth once he’s inside of you, instead focusing on your tongue and the suction of your throat, swirling your tongue over any part of him that you could and running it up and down his length. You swallow, causing your throat to constrict around him. His soft grunt of your name reminding you how much he loves it. You could feel him growing bigger, longer until his cock was completely blocking your airway. This was the feeling that you missed so much, that feeling of fullness inside of you.

You start moving your head, taking him almost completely out of your mouth, stroking the length when it wasn’t constricted by your throat, before slowly swallowing his entirety, pressing your nose up against his stomach. The sounds that are coming out of Kei’s mouth are the best form of encouragement that you could have, the second being the slight shake in his grip on your hair when you did something that he really liked like forcing his cock so hard that it triggers your gag reflex. This was severely different than the first time you had sucked him off. You had so much more control this time, so much more freedom to pleasure him how you wanted to, to show your expertise.

Looking up, previously focused only on what you were doing, the only thing that you can see is Kei with his head thrown back. You can’t see the look on his face, much to your dismay, but you bet his mouth is open and his eyes are closed. You hum with pride, Kei’s hips bucking at the feeling. You start to moan around him, the vibrations sending sensations throughout his entire body.

“Your throat feels so fucking good, fuck,” he murmurs softly before hesitantly pulling you back up to your feet, his hard cock rubbing against your lips through the cotton of your panties. Your knees feel weak from the small amount of contact. Somehow, it’s worse this time than it was the first time. You literally hadn’t come at all in 3 weeks and you were already anticipating how good Kei was going to make you feel.

He picks you up, prompting your legs to wrap around him. You can feel your warmth pressing against his skin and it takes everything in you not to start grinding on him like a teenager. As quickly as he picked you up, he’s thrown you on the edge of the bed. He’s on his knees now, his mouth hovering above the waistband of your panties, so close that you can feel his breath on your hip. His teeth drag across your skin, snagging on your panties and closing his teeth together to pull them down. Watching him move so intently has you dripping. You remember how good it felt for him to eat you out. Your anticipation was only going to make it feel so much better when he finally made contact, but the anticipation was all that you felt. As soon as he’s pulled your panties down, he hovers over you for a split second before standing back up, reaching over top of you to grab something. The thought of him eating you out again is still swarming in your head. If you asked nicely would he do it for you?

You know the answer to that.

A pillow is pushed underneath your head before Kei’s hands are clawing down the sides of your waist, stopping at your hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into the same place that his breath graced. His eyes flicker up to yours. “If you’re really good, maybe I’ll let you come after I’m finished with you.”

You shudder, your entire body feeling so ready for whatever he wants to do to you tonight. “Thank you.” The gratitude leaves your mouth as soon as you think it. A taunting smile hanging off of his lips. He’s soaking in how grateful you are at just the thought of him possibly letting you come tonight.

“Again,” he jeers. Like you said, soaking in it.

“Thank you, Kei,” you repeat, louder this time, but still just as grateful.

“Good girl,” he mutters, pulling you closer to him with one hand, the other stroking his cock as he rubs it between your lips, carefully smearing his precome on your clit. You’re moaning louder than you should be for as light as the contact is, but you don’t care. Even inside of you, earlier tonight, Tadashi didn’t make you feel this good.

Your back is flush against the bed, head lying softly on the pillow, legs dangling off of the side of the bed. Kei is between your legs, staring into your eyes as he towers above you, not even watching as he lines himself up with you. He presses his head against your hole, but not entering. He loves to watch your facial expressions shift as he does the littlest things to you. He rubs the head between your lips, pressing his hips forward to put more pressure, circling your clit before pushing the head inside.

Even with only the head inside of you, you’re already clenching around him. He places his hand on your mound, his thumb lightly flicking your clit as he pushes deeper inside of you at an agonizingly slow pace. You want his hips pressed flush against yours, want to feel your pussy swallow him completely. You feel every tiny movement as he sluggishly fills you.

When he’s hit the back of your walls, he pulls his hips back just as slowly and pushes them forward just as slowly. He’s fucking you so gently, so soft, so tormentedly. His thumb on your clit is flicking at the same speed, just slowly rubbing back and forth over your swollen nub. He’s moving so slowly in all aspects that you can barely enjoy yourself. His thrusts pick up speed only slightly as he continues.

“Kei, please.” Your soft plea disrupts the silence in the room as Kei was focusing on pushing into you as slowly as he could muster. He cocks his eyebrow at you. It’s like he was waiting for you to protest just so that he could punish you. The hand between your legs moves to grasp your hips, his other one following suit on the other side. His thrusts are still slow, but they’re hard. Just before his hips are flush against yours, he slams into you, the pleasure spiking for only a fraction of a second before reverting back to its slow and teasing approach.

“What?” he asks, indisputable antagony dripping off of each letter. “Do you want me to make it harder for you not to come all over me? Is that what you want?” He’s picking up speed now, driving his cock into you with the same intensity, but faster. “You know that you’re not allowed to come, right? You just want me to torture you? Is that it?” He knows the answers to all of these questions that he’s asking. He’s only asking them to see your face as you react to each one of them. “What’s going to happen if you come tonight?”

You don’t want to say it out loud, scared that if you do it’ll become even more of a reality. He fucks into you faster, still missing your g-spot purposefully, but the penetration alone is making your pussy ache. “Tell me.”

“You’re… You’re not going to touch me again,” you admit. The sentence in the air around you making you feel almost nauseous.

He clicks his tongue. “Tch. And you still want me to pound into you? Is that what you need, you fucking whore? You know that you’re not going to be able to come, but you still want me to destroy you?” Every word that comes out of his mouth is punctuated by the sound of his skin slapping against yours. You instantly regret your plea.

“Kei, I-,” you go to protest, but he shakes his head, picking your hips up off of the bed to accentuate the angle that he’s fucking into you. At first, you think he’s just adjusting you or only doing it for a moment to tease you, but he doesn’t put you down. He holds his hands under you, lifting you up and hammering into you with a speed that you hadn’t seen before.

His cock is ramming haphazardly into your g-spot, sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body every time he rams inside of you. You switch back and forth between speechless and letting out straggled moans that almost hurt as they leave your throat. With how deprived you are of orgasming, you could have came seconds after he started fucking you, but you know that you can’t.

Kei’s out of breath. Sweat is running down his forehead, sheening his forearms and biceps, littering his chest with droplets as he continually pistons into you while still holding you up. Even in his extreme labor, he still has the energy and lung capacity to talk to you, to degrade you.

“You fucking asked for this, didn’t you? You wanted it so badly. You wanted me to fuck the shit out of you, couldn’t take being fucked slow and gentle, needed it pounded into you like a fucking whore, like a fucking bitch, like my fucking bitch.” The words are spitting out of his mouth so quickly, almost matching his thrusts. His brain isn’t focused on articulating complete sentences, only saying strings of words connected together in one long-expression.

You couldn’t even respond to him, despite how badly you wanted to tell him that you were his bitch and only his bitch. Your mind was too occupied with making sure that you didn’t come. Everything inside of you was telling you to just let go, to let the pleasure take you, but you couldn’t take the chance.

Your right hip falls back into the bed and you notice how hard you were clenching to try to keep yourself stable. Half of you is lying back on the bed, the other side still being held up by Kei. This led to a non-direct contact with your g-spot and you were grateful for it. Instead, his hand found his way to your throat, wrapping his slender fingers around your neck and pressing into you. Each thrust made his hand push into your windpipe a bit more, releasing on his pull back, but returning on the next one.

He’s leaning over top of you, sweat dripping onto your shirt that he hadn’t even bothered to take off, falling onto your tits that are bouncing so hard from the motion that your nipples have gotten hard from rubbing against the fabric. There are so many things for you to think about right now, so much pleasure happening on different parts of your body and the fact that Kei is making it so hard for you to breathe.

“If you can’t respond, you don’t really need to breathe, do you?” he huffs, tightening his grip against your neck. You wished that the choking would distract you from how badly you wanted to come, but the less oxygen that’s getting into your lungs, the more heightened all of your other senses were. It only brought you so much closer.

Your vision is blurring as he leans completely into you, causing nearly his full weight to crush your throat, smirking as you try to gasp beneath him. Your eyes are having a difficult time staying open as you try to focus on everything at once. When his hand retracts from your throat, you start coughing at the amount of air you try to take in. The feeling of recovery doesn’t last for long as he lifts your other hip back up and focuses his energy into perfectly targeting your g-spot.

“Play with yourself,” Kei demands, looking down at your pussy and how well it’s taking his cock.

“Kei, I- I can’t,” you stutter, not making eye contact with him. You know that if you were to look into his eyes, you wouldn’t be able to deny him.

“What?” His voice is seething the anger that you were fearful you would get from his eyes.

“I can’t, Kei, please, I’ll come,” you explain desperately.

He leans over top of you, grabbing the pillow from under your head and stuffing it underneath your lower back, maintaining the angle that he created from holding you up, but slightly lower. It still does the trick. Kei doesn’t lose sight of your g-spot or how to hit it with every thrust. “I’ll do it for you, then.”

You wished you had just listened to him, but such is the theme every time you don’t listen to him. This just reminds you how much you have to hold it completely. You have to listen to him, but he’s making it almost impossible. Using his thumb, he’s rubbing circles into your clit faster than you were capable of and he doesn’t slow down in the slightest as he pulls up your shirt, exposing your tits to the cold air and pinching your nipple between his fingers, rolling it so hard that the pain turns to pleasure. He leans down, capturing your other nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, sucking on it with such care that the other parts of his body should be stuttering out of pattern from the sheer concentration that he has.

You should have listened to him. The pleasure that’s taking over your body is too much. You can feel the build-up in your lower stomach. Tears are streaming down your cheeks at the overstimulation. You’re screaming so loudly that you wouldn’t be surprised if the entire neighborhood, even Tadashi, woke up to see what was happening. There is not a single part of your body that isn’t on fire right now. Your head hurts from how difficult it is to stop yourself from coming with so much happening. You’re telling him to stop over and over again, but you know it’s futile. You know that the only way he’ll stop is if you say yellow or red, but the thought of him actually stopping makes you feel empty. You’ll suffer.

You don’t know how much more you can take. You thought that he would get tired at one point, that some of his motions would fall out of sync, that he might decide that you’ve had enough, but he keeps going. His cock is hammering in and out of you, his fingers are working meticulously, and his mouth only leaves your tit to tell you that you’re a good girl, something that does not make anything better. Your pleas only get louder and more frequent as he continues. It’s all becoming too much. You can feel your pussy start to clench around him, your orgasm coming quickly, but you can’t stop it this time.

All at once, it stops. The thought of your orgasm fading almost instantly as his mouth is off of you, his fingers are off of you, his cock is out of you. You don’t know whether to be grateful or angry at his timing.

“On your knees.” The three words make you throb between your legs, but you oblige, quickly getting onto the floor back onto your sore knees, looking up at Kei as he stroked his cock over top of you. You watched how methodical his strokes were, the differing pressure and grips that he used as his hand slid up his cock and back down to the base. You put your hand on top of his, unsure if this would help him or slow him down. His eyes tell you that he was evidently not expecting this. Hesitantly, he removes his hand, your hand making contact with the soft skin. You follow the same movements.

You try to mimic the movements completely, but you capture his head in your mouth, running your tongue over his slit as it leaks with precome. You pull your mouth off of the head, swiping your thumb over it instead like you’ve seen him do in the past, pulling a moan from his throat. You do it again. You get lower, taking one of his balls into your mouth and sucking as you maintain the technique on his cock, getting gradually faster as his grunts get louder.

“Fuck, fuck, sweetheart, fuck.” His hand is in your hair like it often is when you’re on your knees in front of him, but they’re not tight fists, they’re soft fingers massaging your scalp. You’ve noticed how thankful, though he would never actually say the words thank you , that Kei gets as he’s about to come and it’s something that you want to experience for the rest of your life. You can feel his balls tightening in your mouth as you run your tongue over them. His cock is throbbing in your hand as you pull away from his balls and look up at him expectantly. Your eyes are fluttering and your tongue is sticking completely out, head tilted back so he can see down your throat.

“God, I’m going to come all over your pretty fucking face, fuck. Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so fucking pretty, but you’re going to look so much fucking prettier with my cum all over you,” he breathes. You can feel his cock begin to pulse before the cum starts shooting out of him. You try to keep your eyes as open as best you can, taking in the sight of Kei’s head completely back, his hand tightening in your hair just slightly as he shoots his load all over your face. Strings of cum get into your hair and eyelashes, onto your tongue, fall against your cheeks, dripping off of your chin.

The cum that lands near your mouth, you lick up, showing Kei how good you are, how pretty all of the white is on your pink tongue. You pull your tongue back into your mouth, tilting your head completely up so that Kei can see your throat as you swallow, the salty substance sliding down your throat.

“Fuck,” Kei mutters. Even though he’s coming down from his orgasm, his cock softening in front of you, it still twitches slightly watching you swallow his cum. His chest is rising and falling rapidly. You think he’ll help you back up to your feet, but he’s walking away, laying on his bed.

“Sit,” he demands. You’re confused as to where exactly he wants you to sit, the timidness creeping back up on you from when you first entered the door. You wanted to go into the bathroom, grab a towel from his dirty clothes, to just run your hand over your face, anything to get the sticky substance off of your cheeks and out of your eyelashes. Kei has other plans. He waves you over, looking at you expectantly.

“Can I clean myself off first?” you ask, quietly.

He shakes his head. “No, I think you look pretty like that.”

You get off of your knees, standing up and walking slowly over to his bed. He takes one of your hands and pulls you on top of him. He grabs one of your legs and swings it to the other side of his body. You’re straddling his stomach, the wetness of your throbbing pussy dragging across his abs. He grabs onto your thighs, pulling you up his stomach. You’re still confused, but you trust him. He can tell you’re confused too, but he doesn’t address it. You’ll understand soon enough.

He lifts you up when you get to his chest and lowers you onto his face. Your leg muscles constrict as you try your best to hover over top of him and not suffocate him, but he pulls you down on top of him. You feel like you’re about to lose your balance as he roughly positions you on his face. You reach out in front of you, grabbing onto the headboard. Oh my God, you were sitting on his face.

Despite you being on top of him, you know who had all of the control right now. He lifts you up just slightly so that he can talk, muttering so close to you that his lips brush against yours. “You were such a good girl. I think you deserve to come before I send you back home, yeah?”

You know he can’t see you, but you’re nodding furiously anyways, a stream of repetitive yes ’s flying out of your mouth. He pulls you back into him. His lips are rubbing against your pussy, his nose nuzzling against your clit as he moves his head up and down. His tongue isn’t even out yet and the sensation is already getting you so close. “Fuck, Kei,” you breathe. All of your pride is out the window with your next sentence. “I’m close,” you whimper. With everything that he had done to you before, the fact that you hadn’t come in weeks, the fact that you could taste his cum on your lips still, the pressure on your clit from his soft lips, the fact that it’s Kei underneath you, pleasuring you even after he had already finished, you were putty.

You knew that if he just stuck his tongue out in the smallest regard, you would come right there, but he doesn’t. He’s determined to make you come from eating you out without even opening his mouth. He’s moving his face drastically, wetting his lips with spit and rubbing them back and forth on your clit. This small, repetitive motion is what drives your first orgasm. Your fingers grasp the headboard so hard that you start moving it as you rock on his face. You can feel your juices running down the side of your leg and onto Kei’s face. Your walls clench around nothing as Kei continues, riding you through your first orgasm in weeks. After not coming for so long, your orgasm has you breathless.

But it’s just the start. Kei opens his mouth, his tongue sliding out, the flat side of the wet muscle sliding from the bottom of your pussy to your clit, running the tip between your lips and teasing your hole. You throw your head back, a moan escaping from deep within your chest. He digs his fingers into you, trying to get closer to you. He sucks your clit into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it for a bit before gently biting on it. Your hips buck at this, you swallow hard. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Kei, fuck.”

Your eyes are closed in bliss as he continues eating you out, his tongue finding its way to your hole, teasing the wet opening with the tip before sticking it as deep in as he can, his nose pressed up against your clit so hard that he can’t breathe. He refuses to move until you’ve come on his tongue. He moves his tongue in and out of you quickly, making it thinner going in and flatter coming out, filling you up as much as he can. He reaches up, grabbing your tits from under your shirt, massaging into them. Your pulse is quickening as he tongue fucks you into your second orgasm. This one is even more powerful than the last one.

You scream out his name as he continues to fuck his tongue into you, swirling it around your walls and slurping up the juices that flow out of you. The sound alone is enough to heighten your orgasm. Your knuckles are white against the headboard, wrists shaking as you try to keep yourself balanced. The thank you s don’t stop even after you’ve calmed down. You’re feeling weak after that last orgasm as you begin to get off of him, but he holds you in place. He lifts you off of him for a second, getting in a good breath and speaking. “Make yourself come on my tongue, sweetheart.”

Kei sticks his tongue out completely, not moving at all as your pussy rests on it. Holding your hips, he starts moving them back and forth, your pussy gliding against his tongue slicked with saliva and your come. You’re not expecting it to feel so good on your oversensitive pussy, but your toes are already curling at how incredible he feels. “T- Thank you, Kei,” you say, trying to focus on your words.

He moves his hands from your hips to your just below your ass, guiding you instead of forcing you. His help fades quickly as he allows you to set your own pace. You grind against his tongue, rolling your hips down hard. Your swollen clit comes into contact with his tongue as you slide it against the entire length of it. You shake at how good it feels, but his hands keep you stable. You repeat the motion again, dragging your clit hard against his tongue.

You know that you shouldn’t be asking for more of him after how much he’s given you tonight, but you’re so close for the third time and you know exactly what you need to come. “Please, Kei, please will you suck on my clit?” You ache at your own words, wanting so badly to feel the suction on your clit in his mouth, his lips encapturing it. You know that he told you to make yourself come on him, but you want to feel your clit slip into his mouth.

He hums against your pussy, sucking your clit into his mouth harshly, swirling his tongue around your nub before suckling onto it. All of the breath escapes your lungs at once, a loud “ fuck ” erupting from your core. Every one of your limbs is shaking, you can barely grind into him with how weak your legs are as he pushes you over the edge for the third time tonight.

After not thinking that you were going to come at all, that you were truly going to go back to your house unsatisfied, these orgasms truly blew your mind. Your hips don’t stop moving, rubbing your clit on his lips even after it’s fallen out of his mouth. Your eyes are squeezed together so tight that you feel the dried cum on your eyelashes touch your cheekbones. Your chest is hollowing, your shoulders forwards as your mouth stays open, no sound coming out of it, but a small squeal at the end.

When you finish coming, you feel like you’re going to collapse. You’re so tired that every time you blink, it’s harder to open your eyes back up. You know that below you, Kei is probably suffocating between your thighs, but you don’t have enough strength to move. Thankfully, he does it for you, picking you up gently and moving you back onto his stomach. You try to control your breathing as you look down at Kei. He looks so disheveled, his hair, which you had never seen even slightly messy, was everywhere, his mouth was completely wet, and he was trying just as hard as you to breathe normally again. You’re about to laugh, to tease him about how cute he looks, to thank him, anything , when you slide backward, Kei’s hands on your hips and are met with a hard feeling rubbing against your entrance.

“You’re hard again,” you note aloud. You probably sound like an idiot, but it was just pure amazement on your face as you felt Kei’s cock hard again from eating you out. In the two years that you and Tadashi had been together, he never got hard a second time. Honestly, in all of your sexual endeavors, even before Tadashi, you had never experienced this, only going one round before calling it a night, even if they had been long rounds.

Just as you assumed would happen, Kei was looking at you like you were an idiot. “Yes…,” he says slowly, making sure that you know how stupid you sound. “That’s what happens after a hot girl comes all over your face 3 times in a row.” You’re blushing now at him referring to you as a hot girl. Not a lot of things made you blush about tonight, but for some reason, this was one of them.

“I-.” You stop yourself, the blush still very evident on your face as you try to hide behind your hands, looking at Kei underneath you.

“What?” He moves your hands from your face, placing them on his chest. God, he looks so good, so confused at your amazement, but then realization settles, his eyebrows raising and a devilish smile appearing. “Oh my God. What? This has never happened to you?”

Despite the adrenaline calming down, the domination in his voice decreasing, instead being replaced with cockiness and disbelief, you still want to listen to him, to answer him honestly, to please him. You shake your head, your face still feeling very warm as you admit to him.

He grips your hips, sliding you against his once again hard length, your lips wrapping around him as he moves you. “I know I said that you weren’t allowed to come tonight.” He grabs your ankles, gently tugging at them until your feet are flat against the bed instead of your knees, giving you much better leverage for what you were hoping was about to happen. “But it looks like we’ve already broken that rule.” The roughness in his voice is back with a vengeance, making up for its absence. “We might as well break it again.”

At this sentence, he uses his hold on your hips to push you onto his cock. Your already stretched hole takes him in so easily with the added lubrication of your multiple orgasms. Despite having been in you for so long already, the feeling of fullness is truly something that you’ll never get tired of. He grunts at how wet you are, how he’s the sole reason.

“Ride it, baby,” he encourages, looking up at you, his cock throbbing as he notices the cum has dried onto your face and that you hadn’t wiped it off. He hadn’t told you to. Despite how weak your knees are, you still find the strength to start bouncing up and down on his cock. It slides in and out of you so easily from how wet you are. Kei braces you, his arms wrapped around your back so that you can lean into him as you fuck yourself on him.

It doesn’t take long for you to get really into it, using your legs to push you off of his cock faster and slam down on him harder, taking your own breath away. Kei has given you this sense of control for the third time tonight and you weren’t going to waste the opportunity. The look on your face as you take him so effortlessly is making his balls tense already. Your hands are on his chest, using them as even more leverage to slide up and down his length even faster.

“God, you’re so fucking good at riding dick, aren’t you, sweetheart?” His praise encourages you to please him even further, trying to match the speed that he was hammering into you earlier. Your legs are growing tired fast, but the pure adrenaline and pleasure aren’t allowing you to slow down. You wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t walk for hours after this. He wants to watch you fail, to turn bright red, to collapse on him in exhaustion, to rely on him to finish the job. “Is this what you did for Tadashi tonight, baby? Did you fuck him like this?” You shake your head, answering honestly. You can barely focus on his words with how hard you’re trying to please him. You shouldn’t like what he’s saying, but you can’t get enough of it.

“No, you only fuck me like this, don’t you?” You nod your head, answering honestly. You can’t even think about putting this much effort into making anyone other than Kei come. You didn’t care enough about anyone else. “You want to be all mine, don’t you, sweetheart?”

The question shakes you to your core. If you weren’t so focused on fucking him, you might have actually burst into tears. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck. I want to be all yours, Kei, please. Please, make me yours.” Your pussy is clenching around him as you beg for such an intangible thing. He’s laughing underneath you at how desperate you sound. He lifts your hips, digging so hard into them that you whimper in pain.

“I’ll make you mine, sweetheart.” His voice is gentle, like the calm before the storm, as he starts lifting his hips up repeatedly slamming into you. However fast you thought you were fucking him before, he surpasses you tenfold. His balls are slapping against your ass as he’s relentlessly thrusting his cock so deep inside of your soaking wet pussy, slamming into your g-spot so hard that you feel that familiar feeling pooling in your stomach.

“Lean back,” he demands. You listen to him immediately. It gives him an even better angle to hit your spot and allows for you to support your weight on your arm. “Play with yourself. Let me watch you play with your swollen clit, sweetheart.” You nod, listening to him without hesitation. You reach your hand down to your clit, rubbing small, but rapid circles into it, ignoring how quickly your arm is getting tired and focusing more on how good Kei is making you feel yet again.

“Kei, Kei, Kei, Kei.” His name won’t stop spilling out of your mouth as you squeeze your eyes shut. “I-.” You’re about to announce that he’s bringing you to your fourth orgasm when he stops moving, pulling you back down on his cock.

“Make yourself come on my cock, baby,” he says, his hands guiding your hips quickly as you pick up the pace again, your tired legs picking you up off of his cock before you swallow it completely repeatedly. “Fuck, make yourself come, baby, yes. God, I love watching you, cum all over your pretty face, fuck.”

You listen to his praise, to his demands, as you try so hard to make yourself come with Kei’s cock. You can’t make it feel nearly as good as Kei can make you feel, but feeling his eyes on you as he watches you ride him compensates for it. It sends a surge of confidence and heat throughout your entire body, bouncing on him faster. “I-, I’m- I-,” you’re stuttering, not able to complete your sentence as Kei lifts his hips again, meeting your hips as you’re both moving in sync with one another. You’ve never felt anything better in your life.

You don’t know exactly what you scream as you come, clear liquid drenching Kei’s hips and bed, as you fuck yourself through your own orgasm. Everything in your mind goes blank, you can barely remember your own name as he continues to fuck you. Your soaking walls clench around him so tightly as you come, squeezing his shaft, massaging his length. His cock starts to throb again, his hips falling back down on the bed as he relies on you to finish him.

Kei is almost completely out of breath after watching you squirt all over him, but he uses his remaining air to speak to you, to coax you into making him come. “I know you want more of my cum, sweetheart, I know you do. That’s why you came over here, isn’t it? Fuck. I’m so close, fuck. Milk it out of me, baby, fuck.” The string of dirty words gives you just enough energy to speed up one last time. Truly, if you had to continue any longer, you might have passed out.

You consciously tighten yourself around him as you lift off of him, loosening as you get to the tip, and vice versa on the way down. You want his cum deep inside of you so badly. You want him to fuck it into you again. Your sensitive walls are gripping his cock as you feel it pulse, a groan tearing from his throat as he repeats your name in between a string of sweetheart s and fuck s. You feel his load for the second time tonight, this time filling your pussy up completely, adding to how full you feel. You’re mindful, now, of the fact that his cum is dried on your face as well and it just makes you more desperate to get every drop that you can out of him. He’s grunting loudly as you feel his cock twitch and pulse with every stream of cum that sprays against your walls.

Even after his cock stops pulsing, after his cum stops leaking out of the tip of his cock, you lazily ride him, less sliding up and down his length and more moving your body slightly as you feel his cock move a few inches inside of you. You can feel him beginning to get soft inside of you when you swing your leg off of him, standing up, his come completely inside of you.

“I’m going to clean myself,” you tell him, making your way down his hallway and into his bathroom.

“How are you so good at that?” The words feel like they should’ve come out of your mouth, but they’ve come out of Kei’s. He asks as soon as you’ve gotten back from the bathroom, your face finally cleaned among other areas. You’re taken by surprise at the compliment. It’s not exactly like Kei to admit these things, boosting your ego.

You laugh at him, picking up your soaked underwear, putting them back on. You begin to pick up your pants when Kei motions you over to him, a grin on his face. He’s still lying in the same place that he was when you left, but he has his boxers on and a blanket over top of him. He throws the blanket back and pulls you back on top of him, the same position that you were in while you were riding him, legs straddled over his hips. It felt almost weird being in this position without both of you being completely naked and overly horny. This somehow felt more intimate.

“What?” you ask him as he wraps his arms around the small of your back, bringing you closer to his chest. He shakes his head.

“Nothing, y’know. Supposed to comfort after I degrade you, or whatever,” he mutters. Your heart skips a beat at the thought. You weren’t going to protest. His hand is in your hair, stroking each strand and massaging your scalp. It feels so nice that you hum, letting your eyes close softly. When you open your eyes again, you’re staring into Kei’s eyes, far too close.

Your eyes flicker down to his lips, his lips that are still sheened with you . You want to kiss it off of him. It stops you in your own thoughts. Your heart rate is decreasing, your mind is no longer fogged by pure pleasure, you’re finally coming down from your orgasms, the sex in the air is lingering, but fading and you don’t want to kiss Kei because he makes you come, you want to kiss Kei because he’s so pretty, because he cares , because you’ve wanted to kiss him since the first day that you met him and Tadashi.

You wonder if he’s thinking the same thing. You notice his eyes gazing intently at your lips and it makes your heart swell so big that you want to vomit. You lean down, closing the gap between the two of you. This kiss is different than any from today or from before. This kiss is not just getting you off, it’s deviating from the reason that you were here in the first place. You know this. You know how different this is, how much this is going to change, but you let it happen. You make it happen. You’re the one that’s moving closer to him, closing your eyes right before your lips are about to touch, your heart unforgivingly thumping in your chest.

Before you can feel how soft his lips are when they’re not attacking yours or spewing degrading phrases, your phone rings completely bringing you back down to earth. Your eyes snap open, you start sweating, if you thought that your heartbeat was unforgiving before, now it’s merciless.

You quickly scramble up from Kei’s lap, grabbing your phone from your pants and reading the name on the screen. Your heart sinks into your stomach as you answer the phone.

“Tadashi, love, hi.” Your voice is soft, trying not to sound too surprised or breathless.

(y/n), where are you? It’s almost 5 in the morning.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m just on a walk. I had a nightmare. I needed to clear my head. I should have left a note, I know.” You’re making up your excuse on the spot, thinking of things that won’t make him suspicious.

A note? Just, please, come back. It’s so late. I had no idea where you were. You scared me.

“I’m sorry.” You’re apologizing for so much more than he knows.

It’s okay, (y/n). I’ll see you when you get back, yeah? Or, where are you? Do you want me to meet you? I know it’s a safe neighborhood, but it’s still 5-

“No, it’s okay.” You try to keep your voice as calm as you can muster it. “Go back to sleep, Dashi. I’ll be home soon.”

Okay, okay. He yawns. I love you.

A pang of guilt hits your chest. You look up at Kei, meeting his now soft, questioning eyes. “I love you too.”

It doesn’t matter how much you want Kei or how much you crave him. You can’t meet him again.

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Hello again! Second request, I do hope I am not bothering you! I was wondering about a Bayverse A.U. where original events do occur but all is better and no one dies- (Maybe with extra characters like the twins and others) I was suggesting perhaps the reader (maybe female preferably), an agent if you will, is shy in a way, but is very sweet and charming to those around them. Maybe if O.P. is quite interested in how the reader makes him feel happy and do you know the song "Cloud 9" by Beach Bunny?- "But when she loves me, I feel like I'm floating When she calls me pretty, I feel like somebody"

What if the reader calls him that and speaks to him in a gentle way when they first meet and everyone else on the team is shocked with the way they became friends and how they treat one another. Bonus with their reactions and Ratchet being too old for this shit!

Bayverse Optimus Prime Fluff X Shy! Sweet! F! Reader

Hope this is okay! If either story wasn't what you wanted let me know and I can rewrite them! <3

While you wanted to be in the military to help others, you were never too good at the physical aspect. However the military did see your high test scores and strategic intelligence, so they still brought you in. Eventually, after a few years of hard work, you were assigned to work with the Autobots.

When you were first introduced to them, you were a little shy but smiled up at them and introduced yourself. When Optimus greeted you, you couldn’t help but say “Nice to meet you beach bunny!”

Your face lit a bright red as you realized what you said. The room got really quiet as everyone stared at you- which only made your embarrassment worse. You wished you could implode on yourself, before Jazz slapped the Prime on the back harshly. “ Nice, beach bunny! You’ve gone and embarrassed the poor girl.” He leaned down to you and held a digit out for you to shake. “Hey lil’ lady, I'm Jazz”

You took his digit and smiled. “Hi, it’s really nice to meet you!”

Optimus took a que from Jazz and also held his digit out. “I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. It is good to meet you.”

You nervously shook his digit as well. “I look forward to working with you, sir.” You did your best to maintain your composure at being able to shake this handsome mech’s hand- er, digit.

After a few weeks past, you began to get more comfortable around everyone in the base- especially Optimus. You had just become the base’s sweetheart that everyone got along with- even Galloway.

Optimus often invited you on long drives, where you both would listen to music and talk about what had bothered you that day.

No one really expected you to become friends so quickly with the serious Prime- especially Ratchet, Ironhide, and Jazz, his oldest friends. They were all super glad that their leader had someone that he could really open up to. He often tried to hide his darker emotions- but now he’s super open about it with you.

It was clear as day to Ratchet what was happening when the Prime came to him for advice. Optimus told him that he had feelings he couldn’t pinpoint for you. Whenever he thought of you his spark would flutter and he felt as if he were floating. He told Ratchet that whenever you complimented him for being handsome, or for his intelligence he felt like they were the only two in the world.

Ratchet shook his head with slight amusement. “You love her. Why are all the young bots these days so ignorant to their own emotions?

The terrible twins and all of the other trouble makers of the base are super happy you’re here too- you keep the Prime calm whenever they cause trouble, like breaking something really expensive. You always scold them but it’s in a much more gentle way. Everyone’s also pretty shocked that they listen to you. They try to be on their best behavior around you so you’re not disappointed in them.

Bumblebee wasn’t too happy about you coming around the base at first. He sees Optimus as a guardian or father figure, so he sees you similar to how humans would see a new step-mother. Eventually he couldn’t resist your gentle charm and warmed up to you. You were a shoulder to cry on for him, and someone he could go to for advice when he was too nervous to go to Optimus.

All of the femme bots would pull you away every few weeks for a ‘girls night’ where they would interrogate you about how Optimus was to date. They always wanted to know how romantic he was, or how serious in the relationship he was. Every time you’d get a look of pure adoration on your face that they couldn’t help put coo over.

When Optimus was killed by Megatron, you felt something in you die. You couldn’t believe what had happened right in front of you and Sam. You felt like you were frozen in place.

Sam had to pull you away to the safety of Bumblebee’s cab.

You all went on a mission to save Optimus, and you were guilty of punching Simmons in rage a few times.

The entire time Optimus was in the allspark, he was thinking about you. How happy you made him. He never thought that he would fall for anyone, let alone a human- but there he was. He wished so badly to just hold you one last time, to tell you how much he loved you.

When he was finally revived, you ran to him. You begged him not to fight Megatron, but he just kissed your head. “I’ll be alright, my dear.”

Between sobs you got out “You better, my beach bunny.”

While Optimus fought Megatron, you were on his mind. He knew he needed to go back to you in one piece. When he finally won the battle, he went back to you and scooped you into his hands.

You made him promise to never scare you like that again, you couldn’t take it.

“I promise that if I can help it, then it will never happen again.”

You smiled up gently at him, making him fall for you all over again. “You better not, or we’ll have problems, beach bunny.”

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turcott3 · 4 months

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Hi! I wanted to send a request for Mackie Samoskevich. So reader and mackie are dating. They go to a party, and are obviously both drinking a little bit, so reader wanders off for a little bit and meets this guy who tries to hit on her, and won’t take no for an answer. Maybe he grabs her or tries to slip something in her drink, but Mackie sees and he is mad. Maybe he punches the guy and his friends have to break it up. Reader patches him ip afterwards. I’m a sucker for the thought of protective mackie. 😍

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umich mackie samoskevich x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, mentions of blood, alcohol, fluff

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“are you ready?” you ask stepping out of the bathroom in an outfit that hugged all your curves in the right places.

“i am, and wow you look fucking incredible.” he says walking up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing me sweetly.

“thank you baby, let’s go.” you say grabbing your purse as he opens the door for you, stepping out into the cold michigan air. you make your way to the party that was not too far down the road so the two of you decided to walk, quickly stumbling upon the party which was at one of the houses in the greek chapter.

“what’s up guys!” ethan says, greeting the two of you as you walked in. he came over to the both you, drunk and stumbling to pull you both into a hug.

“i’m so happy you’re here.” he slurs.

“it’s good to see you too buddy.” mackie laughs as ethan backs away.

“there’s drinks over there and whatever the fuck over there. have fun.” he says walking away.

“let’s go find luke.” he says, intertwining your fingers and bringing you to the kitchen where you come across some of mackies teammates, including luke, and some football players.

“hey babe, i’m gonna go find kayleigh, she told me she was here.” you tell the boy who quickly had a beer and was in conversation with luke. you pick up and cup and fill it with whatever you can find.

“okay, ill be here.” he says kissing you on the head. you exit the kitchen walking around the house to find her, saying hello to some of mackies other teammates.

“hey.” a random guy, who appears to be on the football team, says to you.

“hi.” you say plainly, you quickly realize the short hallway was mostly empty.

“have i met you before?” he asks.

“uh maybe? i don’t know.” you reply.

“i think we have. you’re so beautiful, what’s your name?”

“it’s y/n.” you say yanking your arm away from him.

“well i think you should go upstairs with me.” he says wrapping an arm around your waist.

“no, i have a boyfriend.”

“well he’s not here is he?” he smirks and you pulls his arm off of you backing away from him.

“what the fuck is going on here?” you hear a familiar voice. mackie, with luke standing right behind him.

“oh nothing, just chatting.” the guy smiles at mackie.

“looked like a whole lot more than that.” he says stepping closer to you and the guy standing in front of you.

“i mean im sure it was going to be, right y/n?”

“fuck no.” you reply and mackie takes another step and swings at the guy, punching him straight in the cheek. the guy grabs his face and steps back before lunging at mackie, punching and hitting and slapping. fortunately, mackie overtook him and forced the two of them to the ground mackie on top punching the guy as much as he could.

“woah woah woah ok that’s enough.” luke says stepping in, grabbing into the guys arms so he couldn’t swing. luca comes in and pulls mackie up, his face littered with cuts and red spots.

“he didn’t take his fucking rings off dude.” mackie says touching the cut on his nose.

“sorry, didn’t mean to ruin your face.” the guy laughs.

“listen prick,” luke says towering over the guy, “get the fuck out of here, and don’t even think about coming back.”

“whatever.” he says walking out of the room, exiting the house and slamming the door behind him.

“are you okay? are you hurt? did he do anything?” he says coming over to hug you.

“yes babe i’m fine, nothing happened. if anything, i should be asking you.” you say pulling away and observing his face.

“there’s first aid stuff upstairs in the bathroom on the right.” luca says to you.

“thank you luca.” you say and he nods. you lead mackie up the stairs into the bathroom and close the toilet seat for him to sit.

“let’s look at the damage aye?” you say placing a hand delicately under his chin moving his face to look at any cuts that would need to be cleaned.

“he got you good.” you say before kissing the boy on the head.

“i would say i got him better.” he says and you laugh.

“yeah id say you did too.” you reply opening the first aid kit and grabbing a cotton round, soaking it in alcohol.

“this is gonna burn.” you say standing between his legs as he looked up at you. he wraps his arms around your legs and hisses at the burning sensation of the cotton round being placed on the cut on his nose.

“i’m sorry.” you say.

“it’s okay.” he replies, keeping his eyes shut. you remove the alcohol and place a dry one on there to dry it, placing a bandaid on the cut.

“i’m gonna look so dumb.” he laughs referring to the bandaid on his nose.

“well luckily that’s the only one you need, i’m gonna clean these other two and then we’ll be done here okay?” you say looking at the boy who practically had heart eyes for you.

“okay.” he smiles and you bend over to kiss him on the lips. you clean the rest of his cuts and put the kit away.

“you look so beautiful when you clean me up.” he smiles, pressing you flush against the bathroom door, his hands gently on your waist.

“and you look hot as fuck when you’re beating a man’s ass.” you laugh wrapping your arms behind his neck.

“i love you.” he says looking straight into your eyes, his nose brushing yours.

“i love you too.” you smiles, closing the gap between you.

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apomaro-mellow · 11 months

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Steve regretted laughing. Which is something he never thought he'd feel. But as he cackled at something Robin said, he saw the look on Dustin's face and wished he could take the laugh back. Robin went to go and show a customer something and Dustin slid over to him.

"Remind me again how she isn't 'the one'?"

"She's a one. One of a kind. The kind I don't wanna lose by asking her out."

"Whatever happened to the Harrington charm?", Dustin asked.

"Doesn't work on girls like Robin." Steve ignored him by trying to escape to the backroom. Of course Dustin followed, employees only be damned.

"I don't even think you've tried. Which confuses me. But what's got me even more confused is how you've seemed to stop trying altogether."

"Why are you so invested in my love life, huh?"

"Ew, gross", Dustin winced. "I'm not invested. I'm just tired of hearing you whine about never finding love-"

"I don't whine!"

"SO just ask her out already. Even if she says no, you can still be friends. Like Jonathan and Nancy."

Steve rolled his eyes. Then saw a lightbulb go off in Dustin's head.

"Well since Nancy's single again-"

"I'm gay!"

For the first time ever Dustin shut his trap. Steve thought he should get a trophy for this. Except he realized what he just said. Dustin, with all the grace of someone who had just been blindsided, hugged Steve tight.

"I'm...I'm here for you, man."

It was so sweet that it made Steve feel like shit. But only a little. Because now Dustin couldn't keep trying to matchmake him and Robin. Or Nancy.

Turns out the love boat only stopped for a couple days.

Steve was hanging out in his room when he heard footsteps approach. Dustin came in without a single knock.

"Um, hello? How did you get in?"

"Some lady let me in."

Steve raised a brow. "You mean my mom?"

Dustin shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. Anyway, what about Gary?"

"....Who? For what?"

"Gary? He works at the art supply store. He's gay, why not him?"

Steve shot up and shut his door like a zombie was coming. "What the fuck are you talking about Henderson?!", he hissed quietly.

"Gay people deserve love too, Steve. So how about it?"

Steve rubbed his face. Forget about how Dustin knew about some random dude's sexuality, apparently he wasn't one to be deterred.

"You can't just set me up with any guy. Or any gay guy."

"You've slept around with just any girl? Why are guys different? Seems pretty discriminatory Steve."

He wanted to strangle this kid. More than that though, he wanted to go back and slap his past self. He could have said anything. Said he was into old ladies-no, then Dustin would be sending him on blind dates to the senior center.

It felt like the only thing to get Dustin off his case would be if he was in a serious relationship with someone.

Then a second person came into his room without knocking and Steve wondered if he should be walking around naked more.

It was Jonathan.

And Steve got another bright idea.

"I can't just go out with anyone. Because I'm already dating Jonathan."

"What?!", two voices shouted out and Dustin gave Jon a look.

"Why do you sound surprised?"

Jonathan looked to Steve for help and Steve tried to convey the best he could with his eyes.

"I...we never....put a label on it....?"

Steve could kiss him if he was at all interested in men. To sell it a little better, he put an arm around his shoulders. Dustin was left speechless for the second time in a week and Steve was definitely putting it in his journal for posterity.

This time he gave them both pats on the back and walked out silently.

"Don't tell anyone!", Steve shouted behind him, then closed his bedroom door.

"Hey, um, the hell?", Jonathan asked.

"Thank you for being so cool with that."

"I'm learning to be more chill. But still, explain?"

Steve told him the whole story as they sat on his bed and through it all, Jonathan looked nothing but understanding.

"So, how long do we need to pretend to be boyfriends?"

"Who says we need to pretend?", Steve raised a brow.

"You just told Dustin."

"It's a secret we're keeping", Steve said, getting up to pace about his room. "Which means we just act normal. Later we can tell Dustin we broke up."

"How much later?"

Steve pondered. "....Once I'm engaged?"

"Steve!"

"Jonathan, please?"

He looked conflicted. This just seemed like a lot of stupid work just to convince Dustin. "You get 2 months? Got it? Put it on your calendar."

"Thank you! I'll do it right now!" Steve grabbed a pen and went over to the calendar that hung on the wall. He went to February 3rd and put a broken heart on the date.

"Subtle."

"No one else looks at this thing. Alright. If our break up is bad enough maybe Dustin will stop butting his head in."

"What if the others find out?", Jonathan asked.

"No one else is gonna know."

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Lucas had been noticing that Dustin had that weird grin on his face for the past week. The 'I know something you don't know' grin. While sitting in Steve's living room, shoulder to shoulder with Max, who he nudged.

"You notice anything off with Dustin?"

"You mean more than the usual offness? Yes, actually."

"What do you think it is?", Lucas asked.

Will came to sit on Lucas' other side. "My guess is he has a secret. But what, I don't know."

"So it's pretty obvious, right?", Lucas said.

"No, I said as much to Mike and he said I was being crazy and that Dustin wouldn't keep anymore secrets after Dart."

Their eyes went over to Dustin, who was grinning at the group who was deciding on the movie they were gonna watch. Steve and Eddie were in a heated conversation while Jonathan was trying to be a mediator.

Steve was flapping around a vhs so hard it threatened to sail across the room and Jonathan grabbed his wrist to still it, scared for the innocent movie.

"Get a room, you lovebirds", Dustin called out.

All eyes turned towards him.

Part 2

#apo writes #fanfiction #stranger things #steddie #jonathan byers #dustin henderson #this'll probably have like 3-5 parts #so buckle up for a nice sunday drive

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— love me like you do

cw; jealous!jing yuan, unprotected sex, semi - public sex (in his office), teasing, gentle yet firm jing yuan, baby / pregnancy talk

important; reader is referred to as: wife, princess, dear, sweetheart, as well as usage of she/her pronouns once or twice

note; i promise i'll get to my requests now lmao, just had to get the horny out of my system with me being suddenly so comfortable with writing for star rail characters.

wc; ~2.500

“dear, can you come to my office real quick? i … need some help with some documents.”

the excuse jing yuan put out there was probably the most unbelievable one he could ever have come up with. help with documents? please, he was always known to never need any sort of help with any work related stuff. you rolled your eyes at his obvious attempt to get you into his office for something that is clearly not work related.

“what’s up?”, you asked him once you closed the door behind you, as he opened up his arms, so that you could come to him and give him a hug. the way he made you feel absolutely comfortable sitting on his lap despite being in his office at the commission made your heart flutter – you simply never thought to be able to relax this much being here instead of the comfort of your home.

“nothin’ really. just missed you”, he grumbled, softly stroking through your hair as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “is it wrong of me to miss my beautiful wife?”

you giggled, head leaning on his shoulder as he slowly caressed his way down to your ass, hand gently massaging over the clothed skin… before he suddenly slapped your ass, making you squeal in surprise.

“what the…? what’s wrong?!”, you asked him, heart racing in shock, voice rising a couple of octaves in surprise..

“mhm, nothing, dear. however, shouldn’t i be the one asking that question?”

you were absolutely confused about what was going on – you couldn’t remember a thing you possibly did wrong.

“so, what was going on with you and that trailblazer from the astral express, hm? dan heng, wasn’t it? you were quite close with him throughout their stay, dear”, he expressed his problem; finally it all clicked.

you just had tried to be a good host for your guests of the express; after all, they were the ones helping on xianzhou without asking anything in return. after the situation had been cleared, jing yuan had invited the trailblazers to stay over and rest properly before they would go on their way to continue on with their travels.

you just didn’t realize that you had been spending an awfully lot of time with dan heng, who shared some of his very detailed notes about previous travels he made with the express after you asked him for some. you had always been curious about the world outside of xianzhou and the fact that dan heng had such a detailed databank filled with notes and memoirs had you impressed.

they had left only yesterday so it kind of made sense why he only brought it up now.

“i was just trying to be a good host, jing yuan. that’s all, i promise”, you replied, “were you jealous?”

you couldn’t help the giggle, just finding it very adorable that a powerful man like jing yuan and your husband of many years still managed to find moments where he felt jealous and protective over you. only little did you know that he was planning on showing off who you really belong to, even if his so-called competition was already on another planet.

“what if i was, dear? isn’t it normal for me to be protective of my gorgeous wife? i have many enemies, darling, it’s an instinct of mine”, he chuckled before he lifted you up onto his desk, standing right between your legs which you instinctively wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck.

you softly brushed a strand of hair out of his face. “i’m not saying anything against that. in fact, i find it endearing how you still can find situations to be jealous about me”, you giggled, pulling him down closer to you so that you could kiss him.

“mhm, yeah, sure”, jing yuan rolled his eyes.

it took you by absolute surprise when the general of the xianzhou luofu pinned you onto his desk, hands over your head and a confident smirk on his lips as he saw the shock in your face. “aww, dear, don’t be scared. it’s just me after all, it’s just your sweet husband. don’t you love it when i get rough with you, dear?”

“i hate it when you’re right”, you grumbled as a reply, “you could’ve been a bit gentler, though.”

“i thought i was more than enough gentle back when we had our honeymoon? thought you didn’t want me to be soft and careful with you any longer?”, he murmured into your ear, having you shiver in excitement for what was expecting you.

but it also had you worry about the other employees at the luofu; after all you hadn’t locked the door to avoid someone just barging in. and now jing yuan was initiating something that you would consider a very complicated situation to explain.

“don’t worry, dear. no one would even dare to come in without knocking. but doesn’t it sound enticing? the thought of someone seeing you how i horrible treat my lovely wife when i ravage her and make her feel good?”

your eyes fluttered shut, the image of him fucking you on his desk were all you were picturing now, how filthy his mouth had become over the years you two were together and married – not that you were complaining, not at all. nodding, you agreed to his suggestion.

“good girl”, he mumbled, placing a gentle kiss underneath your ear, a spot you always had been very sensitive about, before he slowly untied the knot that held your dress together and pulled it off your body and lowered his head to tease your body with his sweet and innocent pecks over your shivering skin.

“you are so beautiful, dear. i love you so much”, he praised you and stopped with his kisses as he reached your panties, standing back up to slowly as he pulled the fabric off your legs. “but don’t forget why we are in this situation in this moment. don’t think i have forgotten about the way you spent more time with that trailblazer than your husband.”

you couldn’t help rolling your eyes in annoyance, eyes widening as he suddenly grabbed your cheeks with just one hand, forcing you to look at him. “don’t give me that attitude, love. i don’t like how bratty you have become recently and i think it’s time i remind you who you belong to and who is in charge”, he snapped, no longer was he your dearest husband who’d treat you so sweet and like you were his most treasured possession (which you were, there was no doubt in that.)

no, now he was just the strict general of the xianzhou luofu who would not let you talk back to him in any way.

and for some reason, this visual of him being in absolute control was turning you on; quite a lot.

“mhm, dearest, you’re so ready for me already. have you been anticipating that i would initiate something?”, he chuckled, leaning back down without breaking eye contact as he softly started teasing you with his lips on your thighs, softly caressing them with soft pecks before he reached your entrance.

the moment his tongue was playing with your clit, you squeezed your eyes shut, moaning his name and grabbing a handful of his hair to pull him in closer; to have him do more than just teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“ah, ah, ah. none of that, dear. don’t think that just because i’m feeling nice right now, you get to do that. hands off of me”, he said, voice authoritative and not allowing any sort of back talk.

you simply did not know what to do with your hands, now that you were forced to pull them off from his locks; usually he would allow you to touch him all you wanted. jing yuan knew that you loved being close to him whenever he would make you feel loved and cherished with his not-so-gentle actions; so not being able to touch him had you quivering around, which he – obviously – did not like either.

“dear me, you really are testing my patience today, are you not?”, he grunted, stopping with his mouth on your clit as he pinched your nipples, having you jolt in surprise. “do. not. move. or i swear to you, you will regret it. i might just go ahead and open that door for everyone to see what a pretty little slut you are for me. but you would like that, wouldn’t you, dear? you would love to let everyone see who the only man in your life is that can make you feel so good.”

before you could reply, you felt two of his fingers pushing inside; unable to hold the moan coming out of your throat with your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. he was very fast to pick up a pace moving his fingers in and out of you, just as he was stimulating your clit with his other hand’s thumb.

“mhm, you’re already so ready to take me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

you nodded, you were so light-headed that you were unable to reply with words as he would have preferred for you to but he didn’t say anything.

as he was curling his fingers inside, you whined, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your release and the thoughts of someone watching him fucking you with his fingers had you even more excited.

“get up”, he suddenly stopped, keeping you so close on the edge and went a step back before he grabbed you by your hips and had you standing against his desk with wobbly legs. “turn around and hold onto the desk.”

once you did, he pinned you down onto the desk, your body shivering at how cold the wood was against your naked body.

unable to see him any longer, you didn’t know what was going to happen or when. you could only trust your hearing; and you could hear him unbuckle his belt and just after a couple of moments, you felt his tip teasing your entrance. the anticipation of when he was going to push in had you on the edge.

“look at you being to impatient for me to fuck you, dear. so adorable”, he mumbled, gently stroking your hair out of the way and with one swift thrust, he was buried deep inside of you. you almost let out a scream in shock, but it was muffled by his hand covering your mouth before he started setting a fast and hard rhythm, the hand unoccupied was holding onto your hips, as he fucked you, relentless.

“dear, you feel so good, so tight and warm around my cock”, he praised you, the hand on your hips suddenly off your body and you felt a stinging pain as he spanked you once more.

“but don’t forget that this is still a punishment. you didn’t, right, sweetheart?”

tears were burning in your eyes and you held yourself back not to let him win over you; doing your best not to let those tears roll down your face.

the way jing yuan was grinding his cock inside had you absolutely in a state of total bliss – body no longer responding to your brain wanting to piss him off even more. maybe that was for the better, after all. maybe he would just finally stop teasing you so much and finally reward you by giving you the sweet release you have been waiting for ever since the first time he spanked you.

“you’re getting impatient, aren’t you, baby?”, he asked, voice breathless and strained in exhaustion.

“mhm, no. i’m okay”, you attempted to piss him off, which was not met very happily by your husband. “feels good, though.”

“your body is telling a different story, dearest”, he groaned. “i can feel you clenching down on me whenever i try to pull out, i can see how you try to hold back those pretty tears of yours because you just feel so good, don’t you, honey?”

when his pace quickened, you couldn’t stop the moans coming out, neither could you stop the tears rolling down your tears as the stimulation got too much to bear. “aww, does my princess want to come?”

you could only nod vigorously, hands digging into the wood of his desk to steady yourself but it was no use – his rough and erratic thrusts were too much to handle.

“oh, sweetheart”, he cooed, “i’m going to come, i’m so close, so, so close.”

“fill me up. please”, you begged; the sudden want to give your husband the baby he wanted for quite some time now surfaced – you weren’t sure if you were ready for this or not before but for some reason, it suddenly felt right.

“are you sure, princess?”, he mumbled. “we don’t have to.”

“yes, for god’s sake, yes”, you cried, moving your hips against his as he slowed down. “fill me up with your cum, jing.”

“oh, sweetheart”, he groaned, feeling himself get closer to his release as his thrusts lost their rhythm, and with a long groan and a string of curses, he came inside of you, making you feel so warm and full with his cum, even making you come with a cry, body shaking vigorously and tears rolling down onto some of his documents that were just underneath your head.

“shh, it’s alright, sweetheart. you’re safe, you’re okay. you did so well for me, dear”, he comforted you, staying buried deep inside of you as he tried to calm down from his high.

“i”m so proud of you, dear. i’m sorry for acting so foolishly childish about dan heng. i obviously know that everything is fine between us, but for some reason, the situation was somewhat infuriating for me. i don’t understand it myself, if i’m being absolutely honest, but i will work on my jealousy, yes?”, he apologized, as he pulled you up from underneath him on your desk.

“it’s alright, jing. i’m okay”, you smiled as he grabbed your dress and put it back on you. “i love you.”

he smiled back at you before he suddenly yawned making you laugh.

“hey, this all is exhausting. i think we should both just head home and sleep”, he suggested with a grin as he tied your dress, grabbed your hand and pulled you out of his office, calling out for his secretary to clear out his schedule for the remaining day as he was now taking the day off.

you could only hear his secretary sighing in annoyance, shooting her an apologetic smile and pointing to her phone so that she knew to check her phone soon before you were pulled away by your husband to return to the safety of your own home to sleep – or maybe to finally try for that baby you finally agreed to.

#. flowers for : jing yuan !#honkai star rail #hsr smut #hsr fanfiction #hsr jing yuan #star rail fanfiction #star rail smut #star rail jing yuan #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan honkai

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thunderwavesolveseverything · 5 months

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The Night We Met

[Astarion x Named Tav]

Astarion gave her a beguiling smirk, his body moving fluidly as he waved his hand about, “Darling, I’m bored out here in the wilderness. I’m only trying to gossip.” “Then read a book. We found plenty.” She narrowed her eyes, hinting about the giant stack Gale had built near his tent with his finds from the crypt. Astarion's curiosity was genuinely peeked now. Was this little bard hiding a deep, dark, dirty secret? He kept his mouth closed as he ran his tongue over his teeth.

or...

Astarion tries to flirt, to keep setting his nice, simple plan in motion but fails, only succeeding in touching a nerve.

Can we all say a thank you to Larian for blessing us with patch 5? Cause omg

Also the song Phayelynn sang in the last chapter and the song I named this chapter after is "The Night We Met" by Lord Huron. I really love that song, and I think it's perfect for any Tav/Astarion relentionship, or even any Tav/companions. It's just a really cute song ❤️

(word count: 3,604)

Read on AO3 or below :)

Masterlist for Phayelynn's adventures here

The Night We Met

Phayelynn had found a little secluded spot for herself down by the river that ran by their camp. The moon reflected against the easy current, giving the air a soft glow, and for a moment, she felt at peace. The only sounds were cricket chirping and the crackling of the campfire a little ways away.

She let out a deep sigh, willing away the tension that had been building up within. The peace only lasted a moment. She found herself growing restless again, her mind already spiraling on thoughts of back home. Her uncle- she didn’t want to think about what he must be going through right now after her disappearance. He was smart, and it wouldn’t take long for him to realize what had happened to her. They had arrived just outside of Baldur’s Gate a few days before the Nautiloid showed, and he knew Phayelynn’s curiosity for the city would’ve lured her in while he was getting word on their next job.

She could only hope that’s what he assumed was her reasoning for venturing into the city alone. No god would save her from his wrath if he found out her true reasoning. If she survived this, she’d never speak of her attempted foolish endeavor and rush back to him and pretend non of this ever happened.

Phayelynn let out another sigh, leaning back so her palms rested flat against the dirt floor and she could get a clear view of the starry night sky. Her hand came into contact with a scrap of paper, and a smile flashed across her face. She picked up the piece of parchment, eyes glancing over it once more.

It was the story Mirkon had written for her, his way of thanking her for saving him from the harpies. The way his face lit up as she thanked him, encouraging his creativity was worth the scolding she had gotten later on from Shadowheart.

The cleric had been furious, to put it lightly, when she had learned of their detours. She berated Phayelynn like a child. It was embarrassing- more embarrassing than her and Gale’s first meeting only a day ago.

Why had she slapped his hand? That’s clearly not what he had meant. She shook her head and cringed at the memory.

At least Lae’zel had her back. To an extent, of course. She’d been vocal since entering the grove that the druids were a waste of time. While in the marketplace, Lae’zel and Shadowheart had come across the tiefling Zorru, the gith had mentioned. He marked their map with the location of where there’d been Githyanki sightings. Phayelynn saved time by insulting Kagha and refusing help from their healer. Finding her people and a creche should be their only focus.

Gale had intervened, telling them they should all rest and turn in for the night, having finished putting away their food supplies. He’d offer to cook, to which their stomachs had been grateful. He could sense Shadowheart’s desire not to drop the subject, and Astarion only encouraged her, egging her on at Phayelynn’s expense. As her companions started trickling off to their respective tents, Phayelynn made sure to shoot Gale a thankful look before heading off to her little spot.

“It’s quite a sight.”

Phayelynn jumped, shuffling where she sat at the sudden voice. She turned her head, eyes wide, her heart slowly settling when she saw that it was just Astarion. Her relief didn’t last long as she gave him a questioning look.

What did he want now?

Astarion wasn’t looking at her, standing a few feet away, staring out into the night sky. He finally craned his neck down, looking over her face with a grin. He waved his hands out towards the scenery before them, “The stars, I mean. I could take or leave your chin.”

Phayelynn gave him a sour look, letting out a huff. She turned her back to him, not in the mood. She narrowed her eyes at the parchment in her hands when she heard his chuckle, followed by his footsteps against the gravel of the riverside shore.

“Am I disturbing you?” He asked once he stood next to where she sat, looking down at what she was reading. He leaned down slightly to get a better look.

“Actually, you kind of are,” Phayelynn said without looking up. She tried to focus on Mirkon’s words, on anything besides him.

“Hmm….” Astarion began reading over her shoulder. “Very strong…killed the harpies in one blow-Ha! Want to be just like the greatest bard ever. Well, I guess embellishing the details comes with the profession, so he has potential.”

Phayelynn folded the paper so he could no longer read it. She still didn’t want to meet his eye, knowing that he was being purposely nasty to her now at this point. She had thought they might be friends, but now she wasn’t so sure.

However, something about him made her want to know more. To not completely toss out the idea of friendship. She could read this performance from a mile away. Why he felt the inclination to put on an act for her, she didn’t know but it was indiscreet, She’d been doing the same for years- pretending to be someone she wasn’t.

She gave him a pensive look, studying his face as his eyes met her at her folding of the parchment. They were all still practically strangers. They didn’t owe each other the truths of their backstories. She definitely wasn’t willing to share hers yet, so she couldn’t expect him to be ready to share his.

She could indulge him for now.

With a playful shrug, she settled back comfortably. “I don’t know, I think it’s very cute. And sweet,” she gave him a teasing smile, and he tilted his head, amused and intrigued, “You’re just jealous there’s no mention of a grumpy pale fellow.”

“A grumpy pale fellow?” his own smile straightened out with a huff, “Really?”

“Well, I’m just saying,” she shrugged, turning away from him to look out into the water. “maybe if you’re a little nicer to people, you’ll get a story written about you someday.”

“And will you be the one to write it?” he smirked, looking her up and down before moving to sit on a nearby stone not too far from her. He looked back out into the sky.

“Like I said, maybe if you start being a little nicer. And if I don’t have anything better to do,” she kept the airiness in her tone. She didn’t sound too seriously invested in the conversation, but she also made sure to make herself not sound bored either.

He let out a loud chuckle, his head falling back. She quirked an eyebrow. It had seemed rehearsed. Scripted. She bit back a frown, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs.

She rested her head on her knees as she looked over his features. His strong jaw, deep, ruby red eyes- the way his hair curled around his face. He looked too flawless. Too perfect, she settled on. It was drawing her in.

What was he trying to gain from her with this? He wasn’t this way with the others. She got a flash of dread and panic but hid it just as well.

“Did you want something?” she asked before he could speak. He opened his mouth, caught off guard by her question. She could tell this was already derailing from how he wanted this conversation to go. She continued, “It’s just, I thought you’d still be brooding after today.”

Astarion laughed, this time seeming a little more genuine. He gave her another once over before looking away. “No, no, I just wanted a quiet place to think. Gale’s snoring- terrible.” he shuddered at the thought before looking back at the girl. “I wanted to reflect on the events of the day; how you have the irresistible urge to trifle in other’s business despite my best advice.”

Phayelynn couldn’t stop the dramatic roll of her eyes.

“You didn’t have to help.” She sighed, feeling a smidge bit guilty. He had gotten pretty diced up in their fight against the harpies. Shadowheart, thankfully, was able to heal the claw marks sliced across his face without leaving scars. The bitterness from earlier returned though, his and Shadowheart’s ganging up on her at dinner still not blown over. “I think you’ve all gotten your point across for the day.”

Astarion loosened his shoulders.

“I supposed,” he raised a hand, motioning about before clenching it into a fist, dropping his down to his lap, “It’s not an awful trait to have- rather too noble for my tastes, but I guess what you did for that boy and the little thief could be deemed admirable to most.”

“I-I-” she stammered at first, “I couldn’t just stand by and not help. I’m sorry. I have a soft spot for kids.”

“Noted,” Astarion nodded. “So our little trip to the old woman’s house should have no hitches.”

Phayelynn couldn’t help but laugh, remembering Shadowheart mentioning that tomorrow she wanted them to meet with a woman she’d met in the market, who promised something that could help them. They only had to travel to her home at the edge of the woods.

“Shadowheart says I’m the bad one.” she giggled. “Ten gold this woman she’s talking about is a witch or a hag- some fairytale creature. I mean, seriously? A little old lady who lives alone in the woods? I know she’s suffering from memory loss, but Shadowheart seems to have read at least one children’s tale as a child?”

Astarion laughed heartily in agreement.

“Well, darling, I supposed you’ll be the one tomorrow to make Shadowheart eat her own words then?”

She smiled.

They fell into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, the fire, crickets, and occasional owl hooting returning them to a calm.

Astarion shifted, not wanting to sit in silence for long.

“That song, the one you sang to break us out of the harpy’s spell?” he asked, “Did you write it?”

“Oh, that? No,” she blushed, her hands suddenly needing to play with something. She started to fiddle with the parchment, bending it back and forth, forcing herself to stop so she wouldn’t wear it out and rip it. She started picking at the itchy fabric of her tunic. “My father wrote it. I- er, I have his journal. He was a bard, too, he traveled a lot. He’d write about his adventures, and then some of the songs he wrote are also there. He had written that about my mother.”

Astarion felt her hesitation on the subject, hinting at an all too evidently unoriginal backstory for her. Boring, he hummed to himself, but he concealed it well. His hand trailed up to play with a curl behind his ear, having seen her eyes trace over them earlier. He gave her a specious smile, “Tell me, you’ve mentioned living with an uncle? Let me guess, you were orphaned at a young age, and all you have left is your father’s journal. You aspire to be just like him. Hmm?”

Phayelynn looked uncomfortable, and Astarion had to keep himself from showing his panic. Maybe he dug deep a little too fast. He saw her shift, grasping at the paper and shoving it in her pocket. She was about to stand.

He could easily still save this.

“Wait-” he stood as she did, reaching out a hand to keep her in place. Her jaw clenched, an ugly twist to her pink lips. He laid a hand against his breastbone, his shoulders pulled down low. “I’m not good at this. What I was trying to say, in a long, looped-around way, was that it was beautiful. Your voice was…” he paused, his voice growing deeper as he spoke. “beautiful.”

“Oh,” she said dumbly. She bit her lip, nervously and stupidly falling for his charm. Part of her told her it was an act, but another voice told her this part wasn’t. She felt a slight itch. It was her tadpole reaching into his.

Beautiful.

Sincere.

“You’re not far off.” She admitted, swallowing the lump in her throat hard. Maybe he would do the same if she opened herself up to him only a little. “I wasn’t that young. I was about 16 when I lost them.”

“Darling, I’m over 200 years old. That is young.” He laughed. He tried to gauge her age. “You’re a half-elf, but you are—-young? If 16 isn’t young to you, you can’t be more than a few decades old.”

“I’m 28,” she confirmed sheepishly.

“That does explain a lot.” he snickered as she rolled her eyes again at him.

“My lack of self-preservation?” she cocked an eyebrow.

“So you do listen to me when I talk?” He took a step forward, leaving less space between them.

He recounted her back with the tiefling children when they had returned to Mirkon and went into their little cave hideout. She had said she knew what it was like to have to steal to survive. Her self-proclaimed soft spot for children- he was starting to paint a clear picture of her to work with.

“What did you mean, back when we dropped the boy off? I take it you and your uncle didn’t live comfortably?”

Her eyebrows pinched together, giving him a too-quick smile. She was unable to hide her caution. He was asking too many questions. Too many specific questions. She doubted he cared to learn about her. She felt a flare of nervousness.

Did he know?

Her eyes squinted at him. She tried to pull through to him through their connection, but she felt him close himself off to her. She tilted her head, and he did the same at her, knowing she had caught him.

No, hells, there’d be no way he would know.

He stood up straight, lightly scolding himself for not expecting her sudden shift in tone. He was only a few days out of Baldur’s Gate and already out of practice. He pulled a beguiling face, his body moving fluidly as he waved his hand about, “Darling, I’m bored out here in the wilderness. I’m only trying to gossip.”

She narrowed her eyes a second time.

“Then read a book. We found plenty.” She hinted about the giant stack Gale had built near his tent with his finds from the crypt.

His curiosity was genuinely peeked now. Was this little bard hiding a deep, dark, dirty secret? He kept his mouth closed as he ran his tongue over his teeth.

“I touched a nerve,” he said flatly, leaving the statement up to her interpretation.

“Fine,” Phayelynn said abruptly, crossing her arms against her chest. “My mother got sick.” her voice was tight, never staggering as she gave him the gossip he wanted, “She died a year into her sickness, and my father was murdered by some asshole a few days later. My uncle took me in. We were constantly traveling, trying to make money to survive. We stole a lot. We had the whole act down. I would distract the audience with my playing, and then my uncle would go around pit-pocketing the crowd. Not very noble, but it kept us fed. That boy, Mattis, and his sister were using a charmed coin. It changes to whatever side the person who cast the charm says. It was one of the first tricks my uncle taught me. That’s how I knew the girl would steal from me. Every time I said heads or tail, and Mattis repeated after me, it was pretty clear what they were up to. Now, anything else?”

She raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to ask her one more question.

“You can’t just end it there!” His eyes lit up, a little too delighted. “Murder? Your little thieving days? I want the details, darling! The most important parts are clearly being left out!” He pouted.

She scoffed at him. She shouldn’t have put it past him to be this insensitive.

“I told you everything you need to know. Maybe if you tell me more about yourself, I’ll be more inclined to further expand.”

“What’s more to tell? I’m a magistrate back in the city- rather boring in comparison.” He sighed, looking at his nails. He quickly changed the subject. He gave her a nod, “I guess I should be giving you more credit than I have. When this little adventure of ours is over, will you return to your days of thieving and conning the innocent?”

Phayelynn let out a heavy sigh. That was a question she hadn’t wanted to think about. It was almost more terrifying than the tadpole wiggling in her head.

“I don’t know.” she looked to the side, back to the water hitting softly against the shore. “I left for Baldur’s Gate on my own. I had business there I wanted to do on my own.”

“So the mystery behind the great bard continues,” he smirked slyly.

She huffed; she didn’t owe him an explanation. She turned to face him, looking him over teasingly and with a mischievous grin. She could work this conversation just as well as he was trying to. “Why? Are you going to be sad when our little adventure together is over?”

Astarion allowed her to change the subject, “Ha! You are quite the ally- even with the little hiccups we’ve had thus far on our journey. I guess the tiefling child did have some proper idea about you. Traversing Avernus? Surviving the crash? The Goblin pack? Standing up to the druid and then facing off against a flock of harpies?” he listed off on his fingers, titling his head side to side in a sing-song way to each. When he was done, he put his hand down, looking her square in the eye, making her breath hitch. “Jokes aside, I’m not easily impressed by people, and when I am, I don’t know how to really show it- and we do have our rather different views on things, but all that being, I have to say, out of all our companions, you’re the one I’ve grown to trust and want to stand by the most.”

He blinked a few times at her, his face softening.

Sincere.

Phayelynn took a breath as their tadpoles connected again.

“I don’t know if I want you to run off from me just yet.”

Phayelynn let his words sink into her like the harpy’s song. Her face flushed. “Oh, I thought you didn’t like me.”

Why was she suddenly so shy?

“You have your quirks, but I rather not beat a dead horse,” he admitted, seeing her fall but he only allowed it for a moment. “You have your charms as well.” He looked at her with a dangerously pretty smile on his lips. He lowered his voice, “More than you think.”

Phayelynn felt her heart start to beat fast. Uncontrollably so, for that matter. She tried to tell herself not to take too much stock in his words, but how could she not? Not when he said them while looking at her the way he was looking at her. Like she was some precious thing, and under the moonlight and stars to add to it.

“We could still travel together.” She pipped up before she could think about her words.

“A delicious thought,” Astarion said, making her heart flutter. He pulled her eagerness back, “But,” he trailed off, giving her a moment to jump in, seeing her flustered face at his choice of words.

“I’m just joking. ” she tried to back peddle. “I have to return to my uncle once this is all said and done. And I’m sure you have some big life back in the city. Being a magistrate and all.”

Her comment threw him off as if he had forgotten he’d told her that. He quickly gathered himself, “Yes, of course. I can’t spend the rest of my life gallivanting in the wilderness. I miss civilization. A firm bed, plush pillows, good wine-” He tried to pick himself back up, but thoughts of what was actually waiting for him back in the city started to plague him. He let out a tired sigh. “Darling, I enjoyed this chat, truly, but I’m getting tired. I’m going to go rest my head.”

“Oh,” Phayelynn looked a little surprised by his sudden shift. “Okay.”

He flashed her one last smile for the night. “I’ll see you in the morning. Sleep tight.”

“You too,” she frowned as he rushed off.

She took a few minutes to replay the conversation, a sour feeling bubbling in her stomach. She felt entranced by their private moment alone, but also something felt wrong about the entire thing. She shook her head, not wanting to think about it anymore. She was getting tired.

She stood and started heading back towards her bedroll near the fire, not realizing the chill that ran up her arms now. It was dark, the light of the fire not too far off, she couldn’t wait for her head to hit her pillow, she was so tired-

“We meet again, as I predicted.”

“Hells!” Phayelynn nearly jumped out of her skin for a second time that night at the sound. She let out a shrill scream, surely alerting the others in the camp as she turned her head towards the direction of the voice, seeing the being from the dank crypt that had come out of the sarcophagus.

Maybe Astarion was right; she missed civilization.

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maybe together we can get somewhere

Written for my lovely, talented, and frequent brainworm-sharing friend @stobinesque! Happy birthday, I hope you have the best day!! 🥳💙 This one is also affectionately known as stobin: codependent delivery drivers. Featuring the soulmates soulmating, some Rockie fluff, and just a dash of Steddie. rated: T | wc: 4k | cw: none [read on ao3]

Robin slaps the classified section in front of Steve as he’s making their morning coffee. It’s been another long night of tossing and turning, of holding each other through anxious dreams thanks to the latest round of shit they’ve been through. It’s exhausting, but they’re figuring it out together. Again. Because if all they can do is stay attached at the hip, share a bed, and tell each other everything’s okay as long as they have each other? Well, Robin’s more than willing to do that for Steve. And after two times around this ride already, Robin knows Steve’s more than willing to do that for her too.

So she uses the time not sleeping to scour the paper for job leads. It’s not like she’s dying to work again, but if she and Steve ever want to realize their plans of getting the hell out of Hawkins and moving to the city, they’re gonna need something. If they can’t sleep without each other, they certainly can’t be expected to work without each other.

Luckily Robin thinks she’s finally stumbled upon something that could be great for both of them.

“I think I found our next excursion through the perils of capitalism,” she grins and takes her mug from Steve, who always knows just how to make her coffee. She’s actually pretty sure they could do each other’s morning routines in their sleep, by now.

“Yippee,” Steve says with all the enthusiasm of someone on death row. He knows as well as Robin does that they need to find another job after the Family Video quite literally crumbled to dust, but neither of them is exactly eager to dive back into the hells of minimum wage labor. Not to mention that Robin’s more than a little worried that they’re cursed, and the total destruction of both of their previous workplaces might precede them.

“Come on, as long as we do it together it won’t be that bad,” Robin tries to persuade him before telling him what the actual job is.

“You said that about the last one!” Steve points out, looking so scandalized that Robin’s a little annoyed.

“Are you saying you don’t want to work together anymore?”

“No,” Steve course-corrects so quickly that Robin can’t help but laugh at him. “I whine about work about five-hundred percent more if you aren’t there with me, Robbie. You know that.”

“I’m familiar,” she chuckles, thinking back to every single time Keith scheduled Steve to work without her at the video store. And every time they’d come back to work together at Scoops after a few days apart, Steve would have countless tales of people-watching and bizarre customers to share, even before they considered each other certified soulmates.

“So what is it?” Steve asks.

“How would you like to be one of the newest faces of Surfer Boy Pizza?”

“I thought you couldn’t drive,” Keith narrows his eyes at Robin before going back to inspect her newly acquired driver’s license. She figured it was time to get one after the shit hit the fan for the second time in less than a year, so that’s exactly what she did…after a few tries, anyway.

Steve would argue that she still can’t drive, actually looks like the words are poised on the tip of his tongue before he thinks better of it.

Robin can’t exactly blame him, not after all he went through trying to teach her. She has to hold back a wince as she relives the time she popped one of his tires like a balloon just from rolling over a curb. But by some miracle—arguably her impeccable parallel parking skills, which might be the only thing she’s actually good at, go figure—Robin finally did manage to get her license.

So the way Keith is looking at it like it has to be a fake is a little bit insulting.

“It’s newly minted, I’ll admit,” Robin sighs and leans across the counter to try and level with him. How he managed to snag up a manager’s spot here so quickly baffles her, quite honestly, since they just opened. (The rumor is that the owners saw Argyle driving around in his van so frequently that they were inspired to open a franchise. Robin isn’t sure what that says about her potential new employers, but she’s trying not to think about it too hard.)

At least she knows how to talk Keith into things he doesn’t necessarily want to do by now.

“But I’m super careful and am an excellent parallel parker,” she continues. “You won’t find any scratches on your shiny new delivery vans when I’m working, or get calls from customers saying I left a dent in their bumper like the infamous kid that used to drive for that other pizza joint in town.”

“We don’t mention that place in here,” Keith grumbles, knowing full well that he is that infamous kid. It’s another reason Robin is shocked that someone hired him to work at a pizza place again, even if he isn’t driving this time around. Keith passes her license back over before glancing at Steve, who knows to stay quiet and let Robin handle things. He merely shrugs and gives Keith a look that imparts so much confidence in Robin that it makes her heart swell. “Fine, you’re both hired. Again. But—”

Robin cuts him off with a soft whoop, surprised at how excited she is to be able to make a mixtape and drive around town without a manager breathing down her neck for her entire shift. She doesn’t really care much about the handing pizzas off to people part, more so the independence. And then to come back to the store and gab with Steve about it while they wait for their next call.

It maybe doesn’t promise quite as much togetherness at work as they’re accustomed to, but Robin has a feeling they’ll find a way to work around that.

“But—” Keith says again with his supposedly stern face on and points at Robin specifically. “You’ll deliver by bike until I trust you with a van.”

Robin feels the way her shoulders slump like she’s sinking into quicksand. “It’s about to be summer, Keith—”

Steve kicks her ankle and clears his throat loudly before he sells her out like a Judas. “Deal.”

Robin stares daggers at the side of his head like the good old days when he was just the douchebag who left bagel crumbs everywhere he went. He doesn’t look at her, though, just shakes hands with Keith and seals her to her sweaty fate.

Robin doesn’t speak to Steve again until they pull up in front of her house. “I can’t believe you threw me under the proverbial bike like that, dingus.”

“Do you want to hear my plan, or do you want to go back and quit before you even get your little yellow visor?” he asks as he shuts off the Beemer.

“I’ll hear your plan,” Robin sighs, glad he seems to have one at all. “But I reserve the right to reject it out of hand. Visor be damned.”

Steve smiles and twists around in his seat to face her, like whatever he’s come up with excites him.

“Okay, so every time Keith sends you out on your bike, you ride around the corner and wait, then I’ll pick you up in the van. That way we can do all our deliveries together until Keith trusts you to drive on your own.” Steve crosses his arms and grins at her like he’s some kind of evil, work-avoidant genius.

Robin thinks he just might be.

“I guarantee we’ll still cover just as much ground if I push the speed limit, Hawkins is so small,” he continues. “Then we’ll both basically be getting paid to do one job, and Keith never has to know.”

“You’re a genius Steve, you know that?” she figures it can’t hurt to tell him. It breaks her heart a little to watch the shadow of disbelief that crosses his face to hear it.

“I don’t know about that…”

Robin claps a hand over his mouth before he can say anything self-deprecating. “Nope. Take the compliment. I only have one question.”

“Shoot, Bobbie,” Steve says. He’s probably trotting out one of Robin’s favorite nicknames to counteract the fact that his lips are moving against her palm as he talks, which he knows creeps her out. How she understands what he’s saying anyway is beyond her, but she does.

“What do we do on nights that I’m scheduled to work, but you’re not?” Robin asks as she drops her hand.

Steve shrugs and gives her such an easy smile, Robin thinks his knack for scheming is one of her favorite things about him.

“Help cover the gas, and I’ll drive you around anyway,” he says. “But you’re pretty good at convincing Keith to schedule us together already.”

Robin wonders if maybe this job will actually be kind of fun.

Robin’s pretty sure Keith catches on to their little routine after about a week of doing it. But she’s already plotted a route around Hawkins that maximizes the ground they can cover, and Steve’s had all the best places to speed memorized for years, so every customer ends up singing their praises to the point where Keith can’t really bring himself to do anything about it.

She thinks she might never have to drive a delivery van herself as long as they keep this up. That’s fine by Robin, because even if the pay is shit, it’s probably the most fun she’s ever had at work.

It beats slinging ice cream in a sailor outfit, anyway.

People actually seem happy to see Robin when she’s the one who rings the bell, delivering their dinner with a smile and a little bit of a clumsy lilt to her gait. It always gives her an extra dose of confidence when the particularly hot moms of Hawkins are thrilled to see her—whether it’s for closeted sapphic reasons or just gender solidarity, Robin can’t help but enjoy the attention and praises heaped upon her.

“Robin, you look almost as adorable in that uniform as you did in the sailor outfit. Yellow really is a good color on you,” Mrs. Wheeler says to her one night, and Robin nearly faints from it.

Eventually she starts flirting a little—not with Nancy’s mom, but maybe with some of the others who didn’t birth her friends—just subtly enough to make getting out of the car to talk to the babes on their route worth it. Steve grumbles about letting Robin talk to all the pretty girls at first, but it’s good natured and really Robin can tell that he’s proud of her for being a little charmer.

He doesn’t mind flirting with the dudes instead, anyway. Especially not when Eddie starts ordering pizza way more frequently than is strictly necessary, even for someone still recovering from his first stint in the underworld.

“Why don’t you just ask him out?” Robin asks when Steve climbs back in the van with a goofy smile on his face for the fourth time in one week. Between the kids hanging out at Max’s and Eddie calling so often, they spend more time delivering to their new, unearthquaked end of the trailer park than anywhere else.

“Why don’t you just ask Vickie out?” Steve counters, just like he always does. Robin tries to flick some of her Coke at him (that she may or may not have snagged from the work fridge behind Keith’s back), but she fumbles the execution and ends up spilling the whole can on Steve’s shirt. Then Steve’s laughing, but also glaring at her as he whines about his work shirt being sticky now.

Robin tries to stifle her own laughter with apologies, chooses not to point out that Eddie’s laughing from his door, too. She strips her own Surfer Boy tee off, leaving just the white tank top she’s wearing underneath, and hands it to Steve to change into. They share clothes like it’s their lot in life anyway. Robin’s actually kind of convinced that one might’ve been Steve’s shirt to begin with.

“Thanks,” he grumbles and changes hastily. He finally notices Eddie’s still watching once he’s trying to fix his hair in the rearview mirror.

Robin revels in the way his neck flushes, just a teeny bit. Steve waves shyly, Eddie waves back, and she wonders how long they’ll continue to be dumbasses as Steve finally pulls away.

“Where to next?” he asks, and Robin checks her list.

Her groan tells Steve everything he needs to know.

“Vickie’s it is!” He sounds entirely too cheerful about it.

The drive from Eddie’s to Vickie’s is vanishingly short, especially with Steve and Robin’s System of Fast and Efficient Pizza Delivery, patent pending.

“Gimme my shirt back,” Robin implores as Steve pulls up to Vickie’s, feeling exposed all of a sudden in just her tank top. She anxiously looks towards the front door as she waits. The porch light’s on for them, because Vickie is always one of the more courteous customers they’ve got—and one of the best tippers.

“Oh so I’m supposed to sit here shirtless because you don’t want to show off your arms to a pretty girl?” Steve asks, and Robin whips her head around to realize he’s not planning on giving her shirt back at all.

“It’s company policy not to approach a door without your uniform!” Robin shrieks, not because she cares much about company policy, but because Steve should have her back on principle. “Plus, you enjoy being shirtless, you flirt!”

“I don’t think Vickie’s going to mistake you for a missionary,” Steve says blandly, ignoring the mild-slut shaming completely. “Plus, you’ve still got your visor on.”

“Steve,” Robin tries, but he just grins at her without moving a muscle.

“You look great. Go get ‘em, Tiger.”

“Oh god. You did not just say that,” Robin sighs, delaying further just to make fun of him a little. She thinks it’s deserved.

“I did, and I meant it,” Steve raises an eyebrow at her. “Unless you want me to drop this one?”

“No,” Robin tells him with all the annoyance she can muster. She might be awkward, flailing, and hopelessly pining over Vickie already, but she’s not gonna let any of that stop her from going up to that door. “Gimme the damn pizza.”

Steve reaches to get it out of the back and hands it over to Robin with a shit-eating grin. She really regrets not giving him more hell over Eddie back there, but she takes the box and squares her shoulders before making her way up Vickie’s front stairs.

Robin rings the bell and does her best not to fidget the entire time she’s waiting. Which isn’t very long at all. Vickie opens the door with a wide smile in greeting, looking almost angelic in the way the light behind her frames her fiery hair, her eyes bright and excited just because Robin’s there.

Or maybe she’s just really hungry, a more cynical part of Robin’s brain corrects.

“Veggie pizza?” Robin asks, and Vickie nods.

“Thanks,” Vickie says, already moving to exchange pizza for money. “That was really fast.”

“Oh, well. Steve and I have a system. I kind of buried myself in maps for a night while I worked out the quickest routes around town, then we spent the next couple of days figuring out how to drive them quickly without hitting any pedestrians or breaking too many traffic laws,” Robin says without thinking. No matter how many times they talk, Robin doesn’t seem to be able to stop blurting things out around Vickie.

Vickie just laughs though, leaning a little around Robin so she can wave to Steve who is very obviously watching them from the car.

“That’s a whole lot of dedication to the job,” Vickie comments, and Robin can feel her ears turn pink.

“Sometimes I just plan stuff out when I can’t sleep, even if I never actually end up doing it,” Robin admits.

“Me too,” Vickie says with such soft knowing in her voice that Robin wants to wrap herself up in it like a blanket. For the first time she wonders if maybe Steve isn’t the only person who can calm her nerves enough to help her sleep. She doesn’t have much time to get caught up in the thought, though, because Vickie keeps talking.

“Is that your normal uniform?” she asks, and Robin hopes she’s not imagining the way Vickie’s gaze lingers over her bare shoulders, her chest, her neck. She feels exposed, still, her skin alight with any attention Vickie is willing to give, but it feels nice. So nice, actually, that Robin doesn’t remember how to respond for a moment. “Or did you just want to show off your tan?”

Vickie bites her lip and flushes ever so slightly, like maybe she hadn’t quite meant to say that part out loud. Robin can’t think of anything but how desperate she is to kiss her.

“I really don’t tan,” Robin admits. “Freckle, mostly. Sometimes burn if I’m not careful. Which I guess isn’t surprising, given the history of skin cancer in my family—” Robin hears herself and wants to die. She snaps her mouth shut before she can say anything else horrifying.

“Oh, I burn too! Even with all the sunscreen in the world, sometimes–” Vickie cuts herself off with a nervous laugh. “Well, the freckles look very good, anyway.”

“Thanks,” Robin murmurs, and she thinks maybe she’s blushing enough to look sunburnt now.

“Robin?” Vickie asks, still holding the pizza between them like she’s afraid if she moves the moment might break.

Or maybe that’s just what Robin’s scared of.

“Yeah?”

“Can you help me with something real quick, or are you super busy tonight?” Vickie asks. The hopeful way she tilts her head is so precious Robin might implode right there on the spot.

Robin doesn’t care how busy they are, there’s no way she’s not following Vickie inside. “I can help. What’s up?”

“It’s just that my VCR is jammed,” Vickie says, already leading Robin inside and talking over her shoulder. She puts the pizza down on the coffee table and nods toward the TV. Robin ambles over, not sure there’s anything she can do to fix it, but she’s willing to try.

“You worked at Family Video for a while, right?” Vickie asks. Robin nods and tries not to relive every time Vickie came in to rent something and Robin acted like a fool. “Thought maybe you’d have the magic touch with it.”

Robin doesn’t think she’s imagining the flirtatious way that Vickie says magic touch, so she pours all of her focus into the malfunctioning machine in front of her before she malfunctions and melts into a puddle on Vickie’s floor.

She feels Vickie’s eyes watching her as she works and thinks she might melt anyway.

It doesn’t take long to figure out the problem. After some fumbling, Robin manages to untangle some loose tape from inside the deck. She can’t help but think it looks haphazardly shoved in there. “Were you babysitting, or something?”

“No?” Vickie says, voice inexplicably laced with questionable guilt.

“Just seems like it got stuffed in there,” Robin says as she turns around with the tangle on display. “Like maybe a kid was playing with it.”

“Oh. Well. Weird.” Vickie’s biting her lip and looking at her feet all of a sudden. Robin can see the sheen of freshly applied gloss on Vickie’s lips. She wonders what it tastes like.

She also wonders if maybe Vickie put it on just for her.

“Vickie?” Robin’s voice is whisper quiet.

“Yeah?”

“Did you really need my help with the VCR?”

Vickie’s eyes snap to Robin’s face, worried, like she’s been caught out. But then Robin smiles at her, so gently she feels like it might break her own heart just to feel it on her face, and Vickie relaxes her shoulders.

“No,” she admits.

Robin doesn’t know where the courage comes from, what comes over her or how, but one minute she’s standing in Vickie’s living room thinking she might pass out from nerves, and the next she’s cupping Vickie’s cheek with all the casual smoothness Robin’s ever mustered in her life. Then Robin leans in to kiss her.

It’s heady, the power Robin feels just from being the one to move first. It’s like her body was made for this, for gently holding Vickie’s face and tasting the strawberry flavor of her lip gloss, feeling the soft pout of her lips slotting between Robin’s own like puzzle pieces fitting together.

But mostly Robin is soaring because Vickie is kissing her back, fiercely, like maybe this was actually what Vickie was hungry for instead of pizza in the first place.

Robin isn’t entirely sure what being a good kisser entails, at least not when you actually want the person you’re lip to lip with so badly you’re seeing stars. There’s no universe in which Robin thinks this can’t be good, though, because her whole body is tingling from the way Vickie presses up against it, the way she gently slips her hand into Robin’s hair and tilts Robin’s head just so.

Robin feels her visor come tumbling off her head, but she can hardly care when Vickie lets out a delicate moan that leaves her absolutely weak in the knees.

“Vickie,” Robin breathes out when they separate, already wanting to dive in for more. Vickie smiles against Robin’s mouth, kisses the corner of her lips again like she’s worried she missed a spot.

“Yes, Robin?” Vickie asks, suddenly sounding much more confident than she’d looked just a moment before—almost teasing.

“That was really good,” Robin says plainly.

“I agree,” Vickie hums. She pecks Robin on the lips one more time, gentle and quick about it. “And as much as I want to do it again, I think Steve’s waiting for you.”

It’s only then that Robin even hears the distinct sound of the van’s horn honking—two quick beeps to remind her that there’s still two more deliveries they need to make.

“Damn him,” Robin mutters, and Vickie just laughs. Her breath against Robin’s face is minty fresh, and Robin can’t really be expected to function when she knows Vickie planned this whole thing, can she?

“Call me later?” Vickie asks.

Robin nods, but not before kissing her again, deliveries be damned.

“Your lips are swollen,” Steve says first thing when she gets back in the car, dazed and floaty like she’s just taken the best drugs of her life. (This is something Robin actually has a point of reference for now, and she’s easily putting ‘Kisses From Vickie’ at the top of the list.)

“I kissed her,” Robin says, staring straight ahead. Steve squeals like a little girl and bounces in his seat.

“Finally!” he cheers, giving Robin’s shoulders an excited shake. “Are you comatose over there?”

“A little,” Robin admits, but she feels the smile break out on her face like an explosion of fireworks. She sucks in a deep breath and finally looks at Steve. He looks so happy for her she thinks her heart might burst all over again. “I kissed a girl.”

“Was it everything you imagined?” Steve asks, not bothering to hide the hopeless romantic that lives in his chest and pulls all of his heartstrings.

“And then some,” Robin says, hearing how dreamy she sounds and just rolling with it. Steve starts the van up again just as Vickie waves at them both from her front window. She blows Robin a kiss, and Robin thinks she’s died and gone to a heaven she’s not sure she believed in until now.

“Seems this job was worth it after all,” Steve admits.

Robin really can’t disagree.

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